#i think from that day on i always questioned this idea of love in every sense of the word

[fear-is-truth]

CHO SANG-WOO (조상우)

₊‧꒰ warnings ꒱ ‧₊˚ soft dom!sang-woo ۶ৎ age gap ۶ৎ s1 spoilers ۶ৎ nsfw 18+ . . . headcanons ˚₊˙⋆ ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊. ˚₊‧꒰ note ꒱ ‧ i was trying to be realistic so…

PRE-GAME

۫ ꣑ৎ he takes you to meet his mother early on—this is huge, considering sang-woo is a private person, and his mother is the only family he has. so if you meet her, it means he sees a future with you. she adores you, treating you like the daughter she never had.

۫ ꣑ৎ your parents simply love him. they can’t believe their child is dating a graduate from seoul national university. it doesn’t even matter that he’s a few years older than you—they brag about him constantly. “he’s a genius,” they tell their friends. “successful, hardworking. polite, too.”

۫ ꣑ৎ if you don’t like him smoking, he promises to cut back. never smokes in your presence, doesn’t lets the scent cling to his clothes when he comes home to you. he’s careful about it, rinsing his mouth before kissing you. if you catch him sneaking a cigarette on a particularly bad day, he sighs and stubs it out before you even have to say anything.

۫ ꣑ৎ sang-woo thrives on intellectual conversations, especially enjoys debating with you, because he finds your mind fascinating.

۫ ꣑ৎ he’s a perfectionist in every aspect of his life, including your relationship. sang-woo holds himself to an impossibly high standard, and sometimes, that extends to you—he doesn’t mean to be critical, but he has expectations, and when they aren’t met, he gets frustrated. he learns, over time, to be gentler with you, to let go of the idea that everything needs to be perfect.

۫ ꣑ৎ chronic insomniac. but if you’re beside him, if your hand is resting on his chest or your leg is tangled with his, he sleeps a little easier. on nights when sleep won’t come, he watches you instead.

۫ ꣑ৎ occasionally gifts you with expensive jewellery, but nothing gaudy. real gold and diamonds—elegant in their simplicity. he prefers to see you in things with longevity that won’t lose their value. doubles as an investment piece, not just accessories.

۫ ꣑ৎ no matter how busy he is, sang-woo never forgets important dates. your birthday, your anniversary, even the day you first met. he never brings it up in advance, but he always has something special planned.

۫ ꣑ৎ he’s disciplined, wakes up at the same time every day, drinks his coffee black, works for hours without rest. but for you, he bends—just a little. if you want to sleep in, he lets you, only sighing fondly when you roll over and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his back. “five more minutes,” you moan, and against his better judgment, he stays.

۫ ꣑ৎ not outwardly possessive, but he is a bit controlling. he won’t tell straight up dictact who you can and can’t see, but he will casually criticise them if he thinks they’re a bad influence. he won’t demand your location either, but will insist that you check in with him, just so he “knows you’re safe.”

۫ ꣑ৎ he’s very reliable (until he isn’t) at first, he’s the perfect lover. calls when he says he will, never forgets your birthday or anniversary, handles things efficiently. but as his debts mounts and pressure builds, there’s a certain tightness in his jaw when money is mentioned. he won’t talk about it. he won’t let you in.

POST-DEBT

۫ ꣑ৎ not emotionally available, prefers to keep things bottled up. when sang-woo is stressed, he withdraws into himself.

۫ ꣑ৎ he’s haunted; the investment failure eats him alive. gradually becomes distant, distracted, and hates when you ask questions about his finances. sang-woo lies—first to you, then to himself—because the truth is unbearable.

۫ ꣑ৎ he’s frustrated at himself, but it manifests in other ways—he snaps over small things, withdraws from conversations, goes through more cigarettes per day.

۫ ꣑ৎ still tries to take care of you. he won’t let you pay for things, even if he can’t afford them. he’ll miss meals before letting you notice that money is tight. his pride is too big to let you see how bad things have gotten.

۫ ꣑ৎ he hates that you don’t leave; he wants to tell you to go. you should be with someone who isn’t drowning in debt and in constant fear of the police. but he can’t bring himself to say it. instead, he avoids you, keeps you at arm’s length.

۫ ꣑ৎ if you ever found out about his debt, the man would break down—nobody is supposed to know. not his mother, especially not you. if you find out and don’t leave? he’ll be both relieved and devastated, because you should leave. and yet you don’t.

۫ ꣑ৎ he debates leaving you ��for your own good.” he genuinely thinks you’d be better off without him. if you catch onto his self-destructive tendencies and reassure him that you want to be here, he just stares at you like he doesn’t understand why.

NSFW

۫ ꣑ৎ not the type to outright deny you, but when he’s teasing, it’s in an excruciatingly nonchalant manner. he’s busy, he says, without even looking up from his laptop. too much work, too little time—yadda yadda. he makes you wait, makes you impatient, until he finally shuts his laptop and pins you to the mattress as if he hadn’t been ignoring you for the past hour.

۫ ꣑ৎ doesn’t experiment much, because he knows what works and doesn’t see a reason to change it. but if you want to try something, he won’t shut it down, either. he’ll simply raise an eyebrow, consider it for a second, and say, “if that’s what you want.”

۫ ꣑ৎ doesn’t talk much in bed, but because he doesn’t see the point. he’s focused, too busy paying attention to you to bother with unnecessary words. at most, you’ll get quiet groans, maybe a low, approving hum if you’re particularly responsive.

۫ ꣑ৎ mostly vanilla sex. no elaborate kinks, except for the occasional bondage using ties (but it’s more for effect). he likes routine, and that applies to the bedroom too. sang-woo knows exactly what he’s doing and exactly how to get the reaction he wants out of you.

۫ ꣑ৎ when he’s stressed though, he gets rough; burying his face in your neck as he fucks you like he’s trying to forget everything else.. not intentional, just a byproduct of the pressure he’s under. afterward, when he realises how rough he was, he’s gentle again—hands smoothing over your skin, lips pressing on your temple as an apology.

۫ ꣑ৎ he’s a soft dom!!!! and you’re his pillow princess, whether you intended to be or not. he prefers to the one doing the work.

SQUID GAME

۫ ꣑ৎ he’s shocked to see you there. horrified, even. sang-woo was ready to do what it takes to win, but you weren’t supposed to be here.

۫ ꣑ৎ will not let you slow him down. sounds cruel, but sang-woo is in survival mode. he will help you, but only as long as it doesn’t jeopardise him.

۫ ꣑ৎ if it comes down to a split-second decision—you or him—sang-woo doesn’t want to think about what he’ll choose.

۫ ꣑ৎ tells himself he doesn’t afford to love you under the deadly circumstances. but when he closes his eyes, all he sees is you.

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[vampzity]

oh baby! | S.MG

★ DAY THIRTEEN: BREEDING KINK WITH MINGI ★

pairing: husband! mingi x f! reader

it was a long day of babysitting, one the two of you enjoyed. however, mingi never thought seeing you take care of a child would heighten his desire to make you a mother..

[warnings]: MDNI 18+ !!!, smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex (duh), biting, rough sex, praising, degrading??, creampie, nipple play, spanking, fingering, prob curses ngl, pet names (baby, doll, good girl) not proofread..

word count: 1.5k

Mingi watched as you spoke to Yunho, complimenting how good of a kid his daughter was. His son stood with his arms crossed, sticking his tongue out at you to be funny.

Yunho had twins— a boy and girl, however the boy was only older by a few minutes and boy were they opposites. They were cute and you always loved having them over whenever Yunho was busy with his work or wanted to spend time with his wife.

Mingi didn’t mind it, but he struggled to keep his composure whenever he saw you take care of the two kids. How well you cared for them, heard their concerns, how your face lit up whenever they showed you their drawings. You loved them and took care of them as if they were your own.

It drove him nuts.

He felt his face flush red at the thought of you with his own kids, wondering what you would name them, even what they would look like. He knew you’d make a great mother someday and he trusted that instinct. Mingi watched as you held the younger girls hand, her finger squeezing around your finger for comfort. It was adorable and you were glowing.

His dick twitched in his as he imagined you ontop of him— your tits bobbing as you bounced on his aching member, how his bulge stuck out of you as he mangled you from the inside. He could see his cum dripping out of your cunt as he fucked you senseless, pumping you with load after load to guarantee a child.

Fuck.

A flip switched in his brain. Mingi never considered the idea of a child, it’s not like you two weren’t ready or financially prepared. You were, you had a home, a good source of income, there was really nothing holding you two back.

“You’ve been in your head all day, are you ok?” Mingi felt your hand brush against his own, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He met your eyes, realizing that the two children who followed you around all day were now gone. His bulge stuck out of his pants as he noticed the innocence in your eyes. His urge was growing, all he wanted to do was stuff you, make you a mother of his kids. It was ad if he was being teased at this point.

Mingi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in and kissing your neck softly. Your eyes widened at his sudden actions— unsure of what to do or think but you let him continue, not questioning it at all.

“Just wanna make a baby out of you.”

Your breath hitched and you left out a soft moan, keeping silent as he continued. His hand kneaded the small fat of your love handle while his lips sucked on your skin softly. You felt your body heat up with embarrassment as his like danced around your neck.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take care of you.” your eyes met his, watching as lust filled his dark orbs.

You stood there in shock not realizing a shy smile appearing on your face and without a second thought, Mingi picked you up bridal style. He carried you to your shared bedroom and placed you on the bed, ripping your clothes off of you as he took off his pants. You laid there vulnerable, feeling your cunt swell at his dominance.

You watched as his pants fell and pulled his cock out of his pants. He hovered over you, bringing your legs around his waist.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, I’m just really desperate to stuff this pretty pussy of yours.”

He latched his lips onto your neck, biting your skin harshly. He pushed his cock into you without warning, a loud groan escaping the both of you as he began ramming into your swollen cunt. His angry head pounded your sweet spot with every thrust, stretching you out in ways you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck, loosen up for me doll,” he bit against your neck hard enough to leave a deep teeth mark.

“I can’t push myself inside of you if you keep squeezing me like this.”

You cried out in pleasure, your hands seeped up his shirt, scratching his back as his cock slammed into you. You dug your nails into his skin, squeezing your legs around his waist as you begged his name.

“Mingi please,” your cunt pulsated as fast as your heartbeat, choking his dick as he was inside you. “Gonna cum.”

He groaned aloud. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his dark gaze. A small smug grew on his face as he watched your helpless state, making his cock twitch inside of you. Watching you cry out his name, seeing how blown out your eyes were from the way his cock stretched you open, it was truly a sight to see.

Mingi was always sweet when you two did anything, so seeing him like this was an all new experience. He was desperate, a dog begging to be seen, to be loved. He wanted his cum dripping out of you by the time he was done, desperate to see what you may look like carry his own child.. or children.

“What’s wrong doll? Can’t take it?” His grip tightened on your chin, his nails almost caving into your delicate skin.

“So used to me being sweet, you can’t handle being manhandled?”

Breathless moans escaped you, unable to even think of a response for him. His hand slipped to your tits, his fingers squeezing your nipple harshly. You yelled out, your body squirming under him as he pounded into your cunt.

“You gonna answer me, yeah?” You nodded, a soft yes leaving your lips as Mingi groaned. “That’s my good girl.”

He rested his head against your chest, kissing your skin softly. His thrusts grew harsher, sloppier and he could feel his mind go foggy as his cock pressed against your cervix.

“You want me to make you a mother, isn’t that right baby?”

He sat up, looking down to admire his dick ran into you. His hand gripped onto your breast, squeezing it gently as he threw his head back. His hot liquid filled into you without a warning, a large white ring forming around his cock as your juices mixed with his own.

“Fuck, fuck.” Mingi looked down at you, his gaze falling to your heated body. “I can’t wait to see that baby hump of yours.”

He quickly pulled out of you, stuffing his fingers inside of your aching cunt. You whined out, feeling his fingers curl inside of you as he pushed them further.

“Mmm,” he licked his lip, watching as his fingers became coated in your slick. “Can’t let anything pool out of this pretty thing. You need every drop.”

He threw you on your stomach, admiring the way your slick stretched through your folds. He propped himself up behind you, sliding his tip against your hole.

“Take it like a good girl for me will you?”

He pushed himself into you, his hands gripping at your ass as he pounded you from behind. Your hands gripped at the bed sheets, crying out in pleasure as he angled your ass just perfectly to feel his tip.

“You like that baby?” His hand landed against your ass, a loud smack rippling through the room. “Practically my little slut.”

Mingi smacked you one more time, throwing his head back as his thrusts grew sloppier by the minute. His nails dug into your soft skin, a mix of your whimpers and his groans filling the room.

“You like when I fuck you like a slut baby?”

You whimpered in response, trying to suppress your moans but to no avail. Mingi landed a hard smack to the side of your ass, your skin turning a ripe red as it tingled from the pain.

“Answer me when I speak to you doll, I’d hate to break such delicate skin.”

“Yes! Yes, please fuck me harder!” You yelled out, looking back at his dark lusting eyes.

Mingi threw his head back, his hands gripping your waist tightly as you squeezed his cock. His tip pounded your cervix, practically bruising it from his size. He was in a daze, one he couldn’t get out of as member leaked.

“Fuck doll. I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

His hot liquid filled your insides, spilling out of you as he continued to pump you in. He couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to. His tip was so sensitive, aching as his cum gushed into you. He was desperate to make sure you’d get pregnant, even though he had no issue putting you in this predicament again.

His thrusts slowed as a loud groan escaped his mouth. He leaned over, kissing your back slowly before pulling his dick out of you. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled your back to him, spooning you. Mingi kissed your back, his hand kneading into your thigh as his leg snaked between your own.

“Tell me doll,” his kisses snaked up to your neck as his breath hovered over your ear. “Are you ready for round 3?”

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a/n: yall i am SO SORRY that this took so long and that i didn’t update it when i should’ve 😭 i was so distracted and busy today!!

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[horsefigureoftheday]

hello sorry if this is a stupid question and if it is feel free to ignore this ask, but how do you go about starting a horse figure collection? like, i know the best answer is probably to Just Start ! but the whole thing is kinda overwhelming, and I'm from a country where figurine collecting of this kind isn't really A Big Thing so the overseas shipping alone would be A Lot lmao,,,

that being said seeing these guys on my dash everyday always makes me smile, so if all else fails i can just live vicariously through this blog HSJJDJS thanks for ur work o7

Disclaimer: This is the opinion of one horse collector, it's not the objective truth of horse collecting. That said, it's an opinion I very strongly believe in.

The thing is, you don't really "start a collection." You just buy the horses you like and within a few weeks or months or years you'll have a small collection. And some day, if you keep surrounding yourself with horses you like, you'll have a big collection.

Gonna get a bit preachy here, but it's something I keep seeing, so I feel like I have to talk about it: I think entering this hobby with the mindset of "wanting a collection" can make you very impatient and vulnerable to fomo and completionism. You get so into the idea of Collecting Everything that you end up wasting $1000s on overpriced listings because you didn't even stop to think if it's gonna get relisted, if the seller is a scammer, or if you even really want that particular horse/doll/pokemon/model car/trading card/memorabilia/etc., or if you only "want" it because it's part of a set.

Collecting hobbies aren't really about having a collection. They're more about the act of collecting continuously. Maybe you take a break from it (I'm a Bella Sara collector who hasn't actively collected for 3 years), but you never really have a "complete" collection. And you need to accept that you'll never have a complete collection, otherwise you're gonna burn out and the hobby won't be fun anymore.

I'm sorry if this sounds harsh, I really don't mean it to. I'm trying to warn you because I'd hate to see yet another potential fellow collector burn out and leave the hobby after a few years. Collecting can be a wonderful lifelong hobby that creates lasting friendships. But only if your center your hobby around the act of collecting, rather than the idea of your collection itself. (I also find that people who focus more on their collection than the act of collecting are often a bit jealous or self-important, but I might just have run into some bad apples).

If you wanna get into a collecting hobby, the best place to start is to go out (to the thrift story, toy store, ebay, craigslist, you name it) and scour the market for things you like. And then buy a handful of cheap ones. Display them, photograph them, tell your friends about them, look up what other figures/cards/etc. are in that series, and in general just... sit with them. Get a feel for them. Are they satisfying you? Do they spark joy? Did you enjoy hunting them down and do you enjoy taking care of them and looking at them?

If yes, they spark joy, you can start looking at more specific brands, styles, colors, etc., and try to focus on what kind of horses you wanna collect. Maybe you wanna focus on palominos. Maybe you love Barbie horses. Maybe you find a really fun community of glass horse collectors that keeps you coming back. And maybe you fall so deeply in love with the hobby that you wanna collect every kind of horse figure you come across. Just be patient and focus on the act of collecting, rather than having a collection.

[mrspiastri]

Hi!!! Can I request 18, “I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I just didn’t realize it until now.” For Max? Maybe a childhood best friend?

max verstappen x reader

prompt 18. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

💌💌💌

They had grown up together, navigated the chaos of life side by side. Max, with his relentless drive and sharp determination, had always been destined for greatness. And Y/N had always been there, cheering him on from the sidelines, never questioning her place in his life. But somewhere along the line, things changed.

Because now, she was questioning everything.

The realization hit her like a freight train at a post-race party in Monaco.

Max had won earlier that day, securing yet another victory, and his team had thrown a party to celebrate. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and for a while, everything felt normal.

But then, Y/N saw her.

Some girl—gorgeous, blonde, and way too close—flirting with Max.

At first, Y/N told herself it was fine. That Max was Max, and people flirting with him was nothing new.

But standing there, watching some random girl bat her eyelashes at her Max?

For some reason, it stung.

Max didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t react. He smiled—his polite, easygoing smile—but Y/N knew him too well. She could see the way his eyes flickered with distraction, the way he wasn’t really paying attention.

That should have reassured her.

But instead, she just felt restless.

Because suddenly, she wasn’t thinking about all the times she had watched people gravitate toward him, wasn’t thinking about how of course Max Verstappen attracted attention wherever he went.

She was thinking about herself.

About how she had never allowed herself to want more, about how she had spent years convincing herself that friendship was enough.

And maybe it had been.

Until now.

She found him outside on the balcony later that night, leaning against the railing, staring out at the Monaco skyline.

He turned when he heard her footsteps, his expression softening when he saw her. “Hey.”

Y/N swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Hey.”

He studied her for a moment, something unreadable in his eyes. “You okay?”

She let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t know.”

Max straightened slightly, concern flickering across his face. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N hesitated, fingers curling around the cool metal railing. The words were right there, balancing on the tip of her tongue, but saying them felt like stepping off a ledge with no idea where she would land.

But then she met his eyes, and suddenly, it didn’t feel like falling at all.

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just didn’t realize it until now.”

Max inhaled sharply.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just looked at her, his expression unreadable, his blue eyes searching hers like he was trying to memorize every detail.

Y/N felt her heart plummet.

“Max—”

But before she could take it back, before she could even think about running, he exhaled a soft, almost disbelieving laugh.

“You just realized it now?” he asked, shaking his head slightly.

Y/N frowned. “What—”

“I’ve loved you since we were kids,” he admitted, voice quiet but certain. “I just never said anything because I didn’t want to lose you.”

Her breath hitched.

She had spent so long questioning everything, so long wondering if she was imagining things, when all this time, he had been waiting for her to see it.

Max stepped forward slowly, as if giving her time to stop him, but she didn’t move. His hands found her waist, fingers gentle, like he was afraid she might disappear.

“I don’t want to be just your best friend anymore,” he murmured. “I want all of it. I want you.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath.

She had never been afraid of taking risks. But this—this felt different. This was Max.

But then he smiled at her, soft and patient and just a little bit certain, and suddenly, she wasn’t afraid at all.

And then, before she could second-guess it, before either of them could ruin the moment—she kissed him.

She closed the space between them, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as she pressed her lips to his.

It was slow, unhurried, a quiet realization settling between them—something that had always been there, just waiting to be acknowledged.

When they finally pulled apart, Max rested himself against her, a small smile playing at his lips.

“Took you long enough,” he murmured.

Y/N huffed out a laugh, her fingers still curled into his shirt. “Shut up.”

He grinned, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Never.”

And just like that, something that had been years in the making—something that had always been—finally, finally found its place.

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: random word prompts with subaru, haku, zenji, edward, rui, lyca, yuri, and jiro!

WARNINGS: in haku's part there is a wardrobe malfunction because of an anomaly. haku handles it but its there if that makes you uncomfy.

COMMENTS: the last installment!! all of these together was like 3k words whew

Subaru - Fall

How does someone trust another to the point that they can fall in love with them? Subaru doesn’t know the answer to that question. He worries he never will.

Every time he sees your face, it seems ridiculous to deny how much he cares for you. Your presence soothes him, it makes him happier. He loves eating lunch with you even though he has to beat back the thoughts of you two looking like a couple.

You reach over, amidst his thoughts, and wipe some sauce off of the corner of his lips.

And he nearly falls off the bench from the shock.

Haku - Emergency

When he said he was always down for helping you get undressed, this is not exactly what he meant.

Your school sanctioned blazer is in tatters and your school shirt is only a tad bit better. You’re trying to cover yourself as best as you can, looking utterly humiliated at how badly the anomaly scratched you up.

“Hey,” Haku breathes, dropping his jacket over your shoulders, “Let’s get you back to campus, okay?”

You cling to the jacket, wrapping it tightly around yourself as you nod.

Zenji - Percent

Zenji’s translucent hand hangs in the air, his fingers slightly separated. His palm is trembling, fingers somewhat bent. You take a deep breath and bring your hand up to his.

For a moment, your fingertips touch.

It doesn’t feel like being doused in cold water. It feels like a soft spring breeze that smells of flowers. That brief moment is lost when the rest of your palm drifts right through his.

It’s progress.

“You’re a little bit more solid now.” you conclude, and Zenji absolutely lights up.

Edward - Shock

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” you shriek.

Edward’s upper half has popped out of the floor right at your feet, a goofy smirk on his face. For someone who was genuinely impressive during your last mission, you find yourself realizing why Rui considers him a true pain in the ass.

“Good morning,” Edward rests his head on his palm, “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

“You are unbelievable.” you scoot around him, shaking your head as you walk away.

“You look even more lovely!” he croons after you.

You fight your smile.

Rui - Steam

You wish you could touch him.

It’s unfair that this is the most you can do for him—drawing him a bath with candles and essential oils and the works. It’s so unfair that you can’t wash his back or lather the shampoo in his hair.

“I wish you could relax more.” you lament.

I wish I could touch you.

Rui, to his credit, just smiles at you.

“You’ve done more than enough for little old me,” he says, “You always do.”

You want to hug him but you stay where you are. Instead, you smile in return.

Lyca - Listen

It’s lovely watching him talk. He goes on and on about the things he’s excited about, using his hands to explain the things he doesn’t quite understand. He gets frustrated when he can’t get an idea across but lets it go when you place a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Subaru watches on with a soft smile as you bond with Lyca. It really is lovely to see two of his friends getting along so well.

It’s even lovelier when you laugh, throwing your head back and beaming. Lyca looks so happy when he makes you do that, leaning closer to absorb every inch of your joyous face.

It’s beautiful, to witness affection bloom like that.

Yuri - Gold

Sunlight makes his hair look like ocean waves. You can’t help but stare, even when he calls you out for doing so with a blush on his face. It’s not your fault he looks so pretty, dressed in his casual wear.

It’s not your fault he looks so good in green.

Your eyes fall to his ring finger, imagining a golden wedding band wrapped around it. Yuri blushes and tucks his palm closer to his body, mostly likely thinking that you’d like to hold his hand.

It’s alright. You know better than to grab without asking. And besides, that’s not exactly the reason you were staring in the first place.

Jiro - Stress

“I made you something.” he murmurs.

You turn around in your chair as Jiro lumbers over to you, a small box clasped in his hands. He sets it down on your desk, staring down at your work with a blank expression.

“You’re working hard,” he says.

“Thank you for the gift,” you say in return.

Jiro grunts in acknowledgement before turning away, leaving you to your assignments once again.

[waynes-multiverse]

They are crazy addicting lol! And I've seen so many start doing them like this after you, and it's cool to read everyone's different takes (and how much we all agree for some 😂). Comparing Jackles characters also reminds me of college and writing papers lmao

Oooh this is so true for Dean. He's only had like, what, two real relationships in his life? With Lisa, I feel like we got a sense that they were loving partners, but the show didn't dive all that deep into what their relationship actually looked like romantically. (One of my biggest gripes honestly. Outing myself here: I shipped Dean x Lisa hard back in the day and was heartbroken when they broke her and Dean up and wrote her and Ben out of the show the way they did. 😭)

Right lol?? I feel like he wouldn't know that all these sweet little things he does just because he's generally a kind, caring, good human are actually swoon-worthy 😍

And I loved Lisa and Dean, too! I just felt her entry and exit were both a bit surprising lol. I do think they had a loving relationship, but Dean mentioned he wasn't really there mentally because of Sam. But I hated how they wrote her out and portrayed it all. Makes me cringe during rewatches when I see them interact because I know how it'll all end 😂🙈

What a lovely turn in the ending though!! He decked out the Dean Cave, I love it!! 😍 That's a big gesture he could 100% pull off. 💕

One of the things all my fics have in common is that Dean always decks out the Cave for date night. But I think that's just totally something he'd do 🥰 (That, and taking you for a drive in the Impala, either to an outdoor movie theater or some viewpoint where teens make out lmao)

LOL "old school" is an understatement with this guy for sure, but it very much tracks that he'd go all out for V-Day. He's got money to burn, and I feel like he'd enjoy trying to impress his girl with all the fanfare of a beautiful night out. (I explored that idea in Lost on You for sure.)

Yup, exactly! It's like a staged event for him, he goes all out and uses every opportunity to brag lol (And I so can imagine SB in the 80s was 100% that guy. Just look at that fucking cocky smirk 😂)

💀💀 omfg you nailed him there. 💯 😂

I mean, the king can't eat with the peasants 😂😂 (Ben is just generally so fun to write because I usually go with the most extreme thing I can think of and it'll fit 🤣)

omfggg Ben. So accurate, and somehow it's still sexy 😅 (there might be something wrong with me. It's fine.)

Lmao girl, there's something wrong with all of us. I can't even spell the word feminism when I'm writing or reading him 😂💚

I also like the contrast between Dean's card and SB's card at the end -- Ben's not asking questions. He's more straightforward and demanding that you're his. 👌🏽🫠

Aww, glad you agree! I could definitely see Dean be more his insecure self in that regard, while Ben marks his territory with his dick 😂🤷‍♀️

It's the "Are you sure you want to date me?" vs. "How could you not date me?!" lmao

LMAO I loved this entire section for so many reasons -- Beau's southern charm and chivalry, the good dose of realism coming from the reader, plus that one at the end making me cackle. 🤣

For some reason, I figured Beau would totally overdo it, and my God, the pressure the poor reader is under 😂😂

But she did find a way that went beyond blow jobs luckily 😂 And I would absolutely love a cabin getaway with Beau. I did give them a lake cabin in Polaris. Couldn't even imagine him living somewhere else (except maybe a ranch lol).

Very on-brand indeed that he's the one you can't quite pin down (at first). 😅 His job really would make things difficult to make a relationship work, even with the reader soldiering through and trying to be unaffected that she thinks he won't be around for Valentine's Day.

Russ was actually based on a personal story when my husband (then 4 months boyfriend) was still in the military abroad and surprised me with a visit 🥰 But yeah, I had only gotten a quick text and then sulked all day till that moment 😂

I loved ALL of these HCs, Wayne, but I'm torn between Dean and Beau on this one. So very sweet for this hopeless romantic!~ 💞

So happy your hopeless romantic heart enjoyed them, Alex! And thank you for starting an awesome new tradition here! 🥰🫶

Headcanon: Valentine's Day 💕

(Dean Winchester // Soldier Boy // Beau Arlen // Russell Shaw – Edition)

Prompt: How would your favorite men surprise you for Valentine's Day?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader // Soldier Boy x reader // Beau Arlen x reader // Russell Shaw x reader

Warnings: +18 for some language and spice, tons of fluff, a smidge of angst

A/N: Something sweet to sweep you off your feet for the most romantic day of the year 😉 Happy early Valentine's from me, my loves 💖 (And big thanks to the lovely, amazing @zepskies 💜 for starting this trend in the first place. It's addicting 😂🫶)

Dean:

Dean isn’t big on Valentine’s Day and romance. Not because he thinks it’s an unnecessary holiday invented by greeting card companies, but because he genuinely doesn’t know how to be romantic.

You’re aware of this and don’t care if he surprises you with a big gesture. Because truth is, Dean’s romantic when it comes to the little things.

You don’t care if he brings you flowers because he brings you your favorite take-out order when you so much as mention that you’re hungry.

You don’t care if he gets you a card because he gets up in the middle of the night and saunters all the way to kitchen to bring you a glass of water when you tell him you’re thirsty.

You don’t care if he gets you chocolate because he creates personal mixtapes for you with songs you said you liked during random drives.

He listens to you. He holds open doors for you. He protects you. He keeps you calm. He takes care of you when you’re injured. And he loves you with every fiber of his being.

So, really, you don’t care if he makes a big deal out of one random calendar day a year or not. It doesn’t prove his love for you – the little things do.

However, you’re still sweetly surprised (and moved to tears) when you find the Dean Cave dipped in the warm glow of fairy lights and candles.

He’s picked out your favorite chick-flick and your favorite snacks.

He opens his arms with a big, cheeky grin and invites you into his snuggly embrace on the couch.

There’s a box of chocolates on the coffee table, a few of them half eaten, and a note that reads: I’m not a smart man, but I know what love is. Be mine?

You smile and kiss his scruffy cheek. “Always.”

Flustered, he smiles, cheeks tinged pink, and kisses your crown. “Happy unattached-drifter-Christmas, sweetheart.”

Soldier Boy:

To say Ben’s old-school when it comes to romance would be an understatement. While the rest of the year his bedside manners leave much to desire, he strangely shines on Valentine’s.

Mostly, because he knows sex is a given on this holiest of holy days. No sickness or period can stop him.

If you accidentally died, you’re even sure he’d pull a full Weekend at Bernie’s and have a night out with your corpse.

First, he surprises you with a delicately wrapped gift on your bed: a tight-fitting, beautiful emerald evening gown and the matching lacy lingerie set.

Of course he got you underwear, even though he won’t mind if you don’t wear anything at all under that dress.

He then takes you out to the fanciest restaurant in the city, where he reserved a private room away from all the other commoners.

His attention is only on you.

He praises you all night long and gives compliments as if he's never done anything else his entire (long) life.

He orders the most expensive bottle of wine and the best steak and makes sure you know that it is.

He encourages you to play footsie under the table with him before he slips the heel off your foot, and your toes massage the growing bulge in his slacks.

He holds your hand in public and protectively guides you goddamn everywhere with a palm on the small of your back, showing you off like arm candy – the trophy wife.

Sure, you could protest and critique his… traditional views.

You’re not a fucking award he’s won for bad acting!

But your cheeks flush furiously every single time he brags boisterously about you to anyone who will listen. And those who don’t listen are forced to listen.

But you can’t deny it feels good to be so wanted, so desired.

When you come home at the end of the night (with a fucking horse-drawn carriage no less), Ben can barely keep his large hands from roaming your curves. You know he expects his reward now for being the best possible lover ever.

On the kitchen island, you also find a huge bouquet of red roses waiting for you. You can barely appreciate its beauty before the zipper in the back of your dress slides open. Well… rips open.

Between the thorny stems, there’s a card attached, too. It doesn’t read “Be Mine,” however.

Nope, it says, “You are mine.”

And you know he fucking means it.

Beau Arlen:

Your favorite cowboy sheriff will pull out all the stops as soon as the calendar on his desk reads February.

He doesn’t wait for D-Day either. Every day for thirteen days straight, there’s a little surprise waiting for you when you get home.

Your favorite flowers, your favorite meal, your favorite movie, a framed picture of you and him from your first vacation together, a necklace you saw in an antique store you mentioned in passing…

Some might say he’s a little overcompensating.

But Beau has made mistakes in his past, especially on the relationship front, and will be damned if he hasn’t learned from them.

So, he will make sure you feel wanted and loved till the day he dies, even though you keep repeatedly telling him he doesn’t need to make a fuss about Valentine’s Day.

Really, you’re good with picked flowers from the garden.

But Beau’s stubborn and won’t be discouraged. The southern gentlemanliness is rooted deep within his heart and soul.

This day is all about his endless love for you.

Honestly, the sheer amount of everything makes you even slightly uncomfortable. It might sound dumb, but how could you ever compete with that level of commitment?

There ain’t enough blow jobs in this world to make up for his devotion to you.

But on the big day itself, you are actually the one who surprises him with a romantic weekend trip to a cabin in the mountains and excellent fishing spots close by.

You know the biggest gift you could give him is some peace and quiet, time for himself, and a listening ear because he will surely talk the entire time about God and the world while you’re stuck on a boat with him.

But on the night itself, when you give him your gift, he’s actually speechless. Tears brim in his green eyes because you thought of him.

He’s moved, and it moves you.

Because, after all, to you, there’s no bigger gift in this world than his smile.

Russell Shaw:

You don’t expect much when Valentine’s Day looms in the distance. In fact, you don’t expect anything at all.

You’ve only been dating Russell for a couple of months now, and you barely ever see him. Your time together mostly consists of text messages, late night phone calls, and the occasional video chats.

You know his job is complicated. You know he can’t be around as much, even though you direly wish he could.

On the morning of the dreaded day, you receive a simple text message:

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart! I’ll call you later!”

You hate to admit it, but you feel a little disappointed – disenchanted even. You don’t want to make a big deal out of it because it’s a stupid, unimportant almost-holiday.

All day long, you curse the greeting card companies and the poisonous claws of consumerism for making you care in the first place.

You’re a strong, independent woman. You shouldn’t need a man to give you flowers, gifts, or attention to feel appreciated.

Still…

As you park in the driveway after a long day at work where you watched your colleagues fawn over the bouquets they received from their partners, you feel disheartened when you still haven’t even gotten your promised phone call.

Russell always leaves you wanting more… That can both be a good thing and a very bad one.

But as you close the car door, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You all too keenly pull it out and pick up, almost dropping it because your hands are jittering with excitement at this point and your heart is pounding furiously.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Russell greets you on the other end, the deep timbres of his voice sending immediate shivers down your spine. “You home yet?”

All your worries and sorrows are instantly forgotten when you hear the big smile on his freckled face that he’s surely carrying.

He’s worth it, you remind yourself, even when it’s not easy. Life is not always rainbows and butterflies.

“Uh, almost. Unlocking the front door as we speak,” you tell him.

“Sorry I couldn’t call you sooner. Was stuck on a plane. Long flight,” he says mysteriously. You don’t even ask at this point. You know he can’t tell you.

“No worries. I was busy, anyways,” you lie and hope he buys your nonchalance. “Anywhere interesting you are now?”

“You could say that, yeah…”

“Well, if you hold on a second, I’ll slip out of those clothes and make your evening even more interesting with some pictures,” you tease flirtatiously and push the door open to your dark apartment.

The light switches on by itself, though. You blink in surprise before the phone falls out of your hand when Russell beams broadly at you.

“As much as I love getting your dirty little photos, I think I prefer the real thing tonight,” he says slyly.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” You surge forward into his strong arms so forcefully you almost tackle him to the ground, your hands slinging around his neck. If you could keep him caged there forever, you’d be fine with it.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” Russell says with a warm chuckle and claims your lips in a searingly passionate kiss that shows you just how much he’s certainly missed you too. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Hope you enjoyed these little snippets, friends! Do you agree with these? 😉

I legit stole Dean's half-eaten box of chocolate and the Forrest Gump note from another fic of mine. I couldn't resist. I can totally see him doing something silly and cute like that 😂

Happy Valentine's 💕

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2/14

character: atsumu miya (timeskip!atsumu)

wc: 1.4k

cw: valentine’s day (barf), alcohol, cussing, kinda sorta uni!au (uni!reader x msby!atsumu), slight feelings of inadequacy (reader), they kith💋, atsumu thinks the L-word

pt. 2(ish?) to 7/11

Valentine's Day... also known as your least favorite day of the year (besides your birthday, but that’s a whole different story). The holiday made popular by monetizing the idea of setting aside only one day out of the year to show how much you love your partner, with all the godforsaken life-sized teddy bears and dozens of balloons, and all the mediocre chocolate and overpriced flowers. A cock of shit was what it was—someone should not be loved just one day out of the year. 

Of course, its only significance to you was being a milestone to remind yourself how painfully single you were.

But you weren't bitter. Not at all. Not. One. Bit.

The kicker, though? It almost felt like you didn't even want anybody. The mere idea of dating someone—a person you probably didn’t even know at the time and probably (not so) secretly a piece of shit—made you so nauseous that swearing relationships off altogether seemed more tempting as the days passed...

But alas, the small, hopeless romantic peeking through the rose-tinted lenses of your heart unfortunately held out for something beautiful one day... Maybe not for a prince, but a knight in shining armor. Maybe not a man to sweep you off your feet, but instead one willing to help you pick up the pieces when it felt like everything was falling apart at your feet. 

"Maybe I'll just die an old spinster.”

"C'mon, it can't be that bad," Atsumu's Kansai dialect filtered through your headphones as you walked across campus to your morning class. He’d called, asking if you had any fun plans for the night, fully knowing you didn’t.

“There’s carnations and balloons all over campus. It looks like one of those my little ponies took a dump all over the place."

"But ‘m sure them carnations are pretty. Maybe you'll get one from a guy or somethin’."

"I think I'd rather die," you gagged.

A laugh filled your ears, and everything felt okay–what a nice sound to hear. But after feeling your heart do the thing, you quickly shook it off.

It was strange how for years now, it sometimes made you feel all weirdly warm and tingly when Atsumu laughed with you (even sometimes when he laughed at you).

It was best to not even entertain that notion.

"Well, gotta go, 'm at class," you sighed loudly for dramatic effect, "Maybe I'll go bitch to 'Samu later about my woes and personal vendettas. y’know, since you hate me."

Atsumu found himself smiling at your childish whining. "You mean ‘cause I'll be at practice?"

"Same thing."

“Fuck you too,” he grumbled with a scoff, not an ounce of actual annoyance in his voice, “Bye, nerd.”

A small smile made its way onto your face at his jabs. That was how it always was with Atsumu, ever since you two were in high school together. The both of you always shat on each other, knowing there was never any heat in your malicious words. It was nice, being able to feel safe with someone, to feel comfortable enough to be yourself and unapologetically bully your best friend.

As you prepped for lecture, your mind wandered, constantly circling back to your partner in crime. With every moment that passed, you quickly came to realize that Atsumu always only judged you a little bit with your (sometimes questionable) decisions, keeping it real with you while ultimately supporting you and being one of your biggest cheerleaders. Because all he wanted was to see you succeed. All he wanted was to see you happy.

You felt your face heat up just from thinking about him. 

For fuck’s sake—

While it was nice to attempt to delude yourself into thinking something could ever happen, you were easily able to convince yourself that this strange… crush was most likely unrequited.

This was Atsumu. Your Atsumu. He deserved the world.

And yet, you were just… you.

Time seemed to pass as slow as humanly possible: all your classes droning on, your exam sucking the life out of you, your professors assigning loads of busywork for the weekend ahead. The walk back to your cramped, overpriced shithole apartment was bustling with people: couples going on dinner dates, partners buying last minute gifts, and the occasional groups of galentines. Thankfully, your roommates all had plans with loved ones or already left for the weekend, so you had the entire place to yourself to sulk!

Turning the key and walking inside, you were slapped in the face with color. The common room area was decorated with a couple red heart balloons and… a pink “happy birthday” balloon floating around?

Your eyes honed in on Atsumu standing in the middle of the living room, holding another pink happy birthday balloon.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Y’have no idea how hard it is to find last minute stuff,” Atsumu sighed with a sheepish grin, "and I know it ain’t your birthday, but it was pink—a-and the color kinda matches, so…”

‘What was he talking about?’ he thought to himself, ‘oh god, please shut up.’

And the epiphany came crashing down upon you that maybe you never actually hated Valentine’s Day, you just wanted someone to love you every day, not just for one day of the year. You looked over to the chocolates on the counter and the flowers perched in a vase next to them—it was your favorite everything. On display before you was your favorite dessert, your favorite flowers, your favorite person—

“‘Tsumu…” you struggled to find the right words, “What is all this?”

He just shrugged, hiding the flush to his cheeks by scratching the back of his neck. “Ya’ve been all down in the dumps that you’re single ‘n shit, so i got some chocolates, some box wine, and ‘Samu’s hulu logged in so we can rot on the couch and watch anything ya want tonight.” 

Atsumu watched you break out in the biggest smile, almost splitting your face in two, and god, he knew he loved you.

You swiped a box of chocolates off the counter. “You know me too well.”

He returned your smile with one of his own, so handsomely crooked. “I know.”

As the hours passed, empty boxes of chocolates were scattered on the table, along with half-drank glasses from a second round of wine. The two of you devolved into sharing a blanket that was definitely too small for the both of you, resulting in you two occasionally tugging on it and grumbling, “gimme.”

“Woulda thought you’d have plans tonight,” you commented as an ad played on the TV, your voice attempting to sound as casual as possible.

He hummed, feigning nonchalance as well. “I do. I’m here, ain’t I?”

You actively couldn’t stop the snort that escaped you. “Be serious, ‘Tsumu.”

“What, can I not make my own kind of plans?” he huffed in reply.

“I meant a date, ‘Tsumu. Y’know, with a girl ya like.”

He hesitated, feeling slightly deflated by her response. “Yeah…?” His voice was uncharacteristically… soft. It may had just been the alcohol talking, but Atsumu wondered if the taste of your lips, now stained a soft pink, was any better than the vino you two shared.

The air in the room suddenly felt way too warm, and you could feel your face flush as you just silently stared at him, like you were some brainless neanderthal. You swallowed, only just now realizing how close the two of you were—no longer tugging on the blanket but practically cuddling. You felt the warmth of his thigh against your own, and you swore you could die right there on the spot, melting right into a puddle of goo. 

Clearing your throat, you mumbled, “Yeah.”

His eyes lazily bounced back and forth between yours, searching for something, and he let out a sigh. “Yer the smartest person I’ve ever known, but God, you can be so damn stupid sometimes.”

Before you had the chance to fire an insult back, you felt a pair of lips on yours, the movements gentle yet nervous. It was instinctual, bordering embarrassing, how fast you melted into the kiss. His tongue tasted of white chocolate truffles and red wine, the heady mixture causing you to let out the softest sigh in his mouth. Atsumu's hands gently cupped your jaw, his thumbs gently running along your cheekbones until his brain finally caught up to his actions.

He pulled away and watched you almost chase his lips, your eyes still fluttering with your skin bathed in the soft lamplight of the room. He quietly whispered, “Sorry, I–”

“Don’t you dare apologize, you dumbass. Just kiss me again.”

And you didn’t have to tell him twice. 

a/n: happy valentine’s day to all the happy couples and all the single people out there—single or not, here’s some atsumu to feed the delulu <33

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Secret Admirer pt:2 ʚ♡ɞ

╰┈➤ a part of my valentines special!

pairings(s)- JJ Maybank x reader

Summary- Your secret admirer is still going, it was just days before Valentine’s Day and you needed to know who the person is behind these anonymous letters.

category- fluff

warnings- timeline is before s1, use of y/n, pining, not proofread

word count: 2380

masterlist; valentines special; obx masterlist

- part 1

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It had been a couple of days and it was still going on. Every morning when you would open your locker you would be met with an envelope. It has been a fee days since the first one you received but each one was just as sweet as the last, if not sweeter.

With your shoes hitting the ground, you walk the path from the school doors to your locker. Opening your locker you were met with the expecting presence of a white envelope falling out and at your feet, yet this time there were flowers attached.

You reach down and grasp the envelope between your fingers. This time it was a plain white envelope with a couple of hand picked flowers attached to the seal by tape. A smile graces your face, this was the first time flowers have been attached.

Just like always you look around the hall around you, seeing if you could spot your secret admirer. Looking around you see someone quickly turn their body around so their back would be facing you. With confusion etched on your face your eyebrows furrow and examine him.

JJ Maybank

Thats who you were looking at right now, you could tell just by the back of him. Surely he wasn’t your secret admirer, right? No, JJ Maybank is the ladies man of Outer Banks, no way in hell would he ever do something romantic like this, especially keeping it up for this long. You push the thought of JJ to the back of your mind and face your locker, gently pulling the flowers off.

Once you had pulled the flowers off of the envelope, the tape pulling with it. You tape the flowers onto the inside door of your locker and proceed with opening the note.

‘I use to say my favorite thing to look at was the sunset, but I take that back. It’s definitely you. I hope you liked the flowers, don’t have money for real ones right now. Hopefully one day I will grow the balls to actually talk to you princess, I could actually do something about these crazy feelings’

secret boy :)

You bite your lip and look down at the note in your hands, unable to contain your smile. Tomorrow was Valentine’s day and honestly you were scared these notes would end when the holiday passes, you looked forward to them and they were the best part of your day, you hoped they wouldn’t end. But truthfully you just wanted to know who it was behind all of this.

Tucking the letter into your backpack you then head to class, smile unable to be wiped from your face.

Just like every day before today since you have been getting the notes you looked around and inspected your classrooms, trying your best to figure out who your secret admirer is. You have yet to concoct something, you had absolutely no idea who the one writing these notes are.

JJ’s pov:

I was sitting at one of the many lunch tables in the cafeteria. The only reason I ever stuck around this long for a school day was either A. because of Pope and Kiara or recently B. Y/n.

If I was being quite honest, I don’t know how she hasn’t picked up on the fact the love letters are me. I feel like Ive been very noticeable with my ogling, unless she was ignoring it. Maybe she knew it was me but was ignoring the fact that it was, what if she’s disappointed that i’m the one sending her letters? what if shes disgusted by me? But she smiles at the notes every morning. I don’t know but i’m kinda stressed and honestly quite frankly pretty very down bad.

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of Pope’s voice “dude, what are you thinking about?” he asks, directed towards JJ. The boy in question jumps slightly in his seat and looks over at Pope. “Jeez! nothing, I’m not thinkin bout nothin.” he tries to defend himself, looking down at his tray

“your future wife just walked in” John B cuts in, nudging his head in the direction of his eyes before Pope could get another word out.

JJ quickly turns around, looking in the direction John B’s eyes are looking. When he does he was met with your beautiful self walking through the lunchroom doors and taking a seat at one of the many tables, somewhat close to the table he was currently sat at.

“funny how you knew exactly who he was talking about” Pope leans forward onto the table, looking at JJ with a mocking smile.

JJ goes to rebuttal but is cut off by a groan. “you still haven’t talked to her?” Kiara asks in annoyance, looking towards the blonde boy with slight confusion. JJ never had a problem with girls, never had a problem approaching them either, you were different.

Once again the blonde boy goes to defend himself but this time John B speaks up before him “He’s too pussy” he teases, looking strictly at JJ

“I am not” he scoffs defensively

“oh really?” Kiara dryly responds

“yeah right” Pope scoffs a slight laugh, looking down at his food and beginning to eat.

“then go do it” John B says, leaning onto the table with a smirk while looking at JJ

“what?” JJ repeats, confused

“if you’re not to scared, go talk to her” John B shrugs

JJ takes a deep breath and looks between all of his friends expecting expressions one by one. “I cant do it” he groans and after his words so do all of his friends

“Dude” John B and Pope complain in unison

“pussy” Kiara coughs

Back to 3rd person pov:

It was lunchtime and you were sitting down at one of the lunch tables with a couple of your friends, unknowingly not that far from your secret admirers table where he sat with his friends.

Time was going by and conversation with your friends hadn’t lessened, you just weren’t completely locked it. You couldn’t help but zone out every now and then. During one odd your zone outs you feel the presence of eyes on you, you look around and spot JJ Maybanks blue eyes staring at you a couple of tables away, his body turned to the side so he could look at you.

He flashes you a quick smile but before you had the chance to return it he was already turning back around and looking towards his friends. You then noticed all of his friends look at you once he was turned around

weird

Your eyebrows furrow, he seemed nervous. Why would JJ Maybank be nervous? You then move your eyes away from him and back to your friends, trying to focus in on their conversation.

It was now the last class of the day and you were annoyed just like the multiple days before, you still had no clue who it was sending you the love letters and at this point you didn’t think you ever would. You look around the classroom and see once again JJ Maybank, this time he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking down at his hands. You’re confused but you continue to watch him, he was looking down at one of his hands while the other picked at it.

The bell then rung, causing you to jump from your seat slightly and Maybank looks up quickly.

You quickly got up from your seat and walked towards him. When you got to his desk he was standing up and looking putting his notebook back into his back. “hi” you speak up from next to him

JJ quickly turns to you in shock, his eyes wide and his body freezing. “what?” he utters. A smile creeps onto your face and you repeat yourself “I said Hi”

“oh, oh right Hey” JJ says, leaning onto the desk with his hands but quickly taking them off with a slight almost unnoticeable hiss. You look down at his hands in confusion.

“can I see?” you ask gently, reaching your hands out for his

The boys face is still the same as when he first turned to you, he tilts his head at your words and look down at you in shock. “my hands?” he utters, you nod with a slight upturn of your lips. He puts his hands into yours gently, seemingly nervous.

You pull his hands up closer to your face, palm up and inspect them. When you looked closely at his hands you could see a couple of thorns in them. Thorns? like flowers, you received flowers this morning, could it really be JJ who was behind the letters? You look up at him with a smile “I got tweezers in my car, I can help you” you suggest.

JJ is looking down at you in shock and after a moment he breaks out of his trance, a smile forming on his face. “lead the way princess” he says, his hands pulling away from yours. It was definitely him. He grabs his bag and follows you out to your car. What neither of you knew was that the pogues had been watching the interaction with smirks and smiles on their faces, all of them happy the boy finally got to talk to you, even if he didn’t make the first move.

The two of you arrive at your car, you getting into your drivers seat and him sitting in your passenger seat. Once your tweezers are in your hand you pull his hand closer to you, resting on the console between the two of you. Your thumb was gently rubbing the inside of his wrist while you pluck the thorns from his skin. “thank you” JJ speaks up softly.

You look up from his hands and smile at him “you’re welcome” you respond just as softly as he spoke.

Time had passed and you were now all finished plucking the thorns from his hands. You put the tweezer back into its bag in your console and look up at him “it’s you, isn’t it?” you ask him

JJ’s smile drops slightly and his eyes widen a little. “what?” he asks

“the one sending me the letters, is it you?” you repeat

He stares at you for a moment, bewildered. After the two of you just staring at each other JJ finally sighs, his shoulders dropping as well. “yeah. Yeah it’s me” He says, looking down at his lap and fiddling with his fingers.

“thank you, they’ve been making my day” you tell him and he looks up at you with his own smile. “I would love for you to take me out, like a date. If you want of course” you say

JJ sits up straighter “are you kidding? of course I want to take you on a date. Uh um Im getting paid next week if you wanna”

You smile at him wider “I was thinking right now. You don’t have to take me on some extravagant date, it doesn’t have to involve money at all. I just want to get to know the person who has been saying these nice things about me.” you respond

JJ’s smile gets bigger if possibly and he looked at you with a smirk “well then princess, can I drive your car then?” he asks

You take a deep breath and look at him in concern, but the smile still very well on your face. “Am I going to regret this?” you ask

“never” he responds, getting out of the car. You follow his lead and step outside of the car, switching his spots so he would now be the one driving.

The drive was calm, the two of talking about your days. In your surprise JJ wasn’t a bad driver, thank god. When JJ stops the car he had pulled up at the beach. Both of you get out of the car and meet on the sand.

You guys walk along the beach together, talking about any and everything. “yknow, I meant everything I said in those notes” JJ says, hands in his pockets while he looks over at you nervously. You look over at him with a smile “Well thats good, i’m glad because it was all very sweet. My favorite part of the day honestly.” you respond

As the day went on between the two of you, you guys felt as if you have known each other for ages. It was so easy to talk to the other, you guys were laughing and you were serious and your hands would brush together when you guys walked side by side.

“thank you, this was really nice” you say softly, looking at him with a smile.

He turns to you with a wide smile “I just cant believe you made the first move and not me”

Your smile turns into a smirk as you look at him, walking in front of him and turning your body towards him so you were now talking backwards. “well you are a chicken” you remark

JJ raises his eyebrows at you “take it back” he responds

You shake your head no and suddenly break out into a sprint. JJ had begun to chase you along the beach, the two of you were in hysterics as he chased you. After a moment he finally caught you and threw you over his shoulder.

The sun was now starting to set. JJ had you over his shoulder as you laughed and told him to put you down. He walked the two of you closer to the shore as you guys laughed. The both of you sit down, your feet gently being hit by the water as you guys sit side by side and watch the sunset. His hand moves over and interlocks with yours.

Both of you turn and face each other, smile on your face unable to be wiped away. You stared at each others faces for a moment and both of you leaned in, interlocking your lips with the others in a gentle kiss beneath the sunset.

JJ couldn’t mess this up, he finally got the girl

and you finally found out who it was behind the letters. Happy Valentines to you.

a/n: This is the end of my Valentines day special!! This is my first ever writings on Tumblr ever and I would like to say i’m decently proud of everything I wrote. Thank you to everyone who liked and read anything of what I wrote. Happy Valentines!!💕

[icecoldbeauty]

Your friends sound wonderful, happy to hear you've got people like that around for you! I wish I'd been able to be that close to others at my age. I'm thankful to have the friends I do now of course, they all mean a lot to me- but sometimes I just wonder if I might've been happier if I'd had even just one or two friends myself back then- if then I could look back on my childhood with more fondness than I do… I enjoyed my gym challenge and my league days and all, but I try to avoid thinking about anything before then really, because it wasn't good. I usually feel worse after looking back upon those memories than I had beforehand. Maybe it could've been different, but… well, I'd like to think that I still turned out okay enough in the end, and I'm happy with the way I am and people I surround myself with now.

I actually do think becoming famous did a fair bit of good for me as a person, but my goodness that couldn't ever stop me from despising some of the things that come with it- all the reporters and interviewers asking the most ridiculous questions on earth and writing even more ridiculous things about me, people invading my personal space and privacy, getting recognized everywhere, treated like I'm better than everyone else just for existing- I don't miss things like that at all. (Frankly I think I'm too afraid of what it could possibly say to check my own Wikipedia page, and I've now made so much more information public and easily accessible that could be put on there… I do NOT want some of the silly things I've posted to be on an article about me, no thanks, not going to find out if they're there!)

Wait, you're the only one that lives there? I thought my little island of 20 people was abysmal before this, but 'only resident' would top that on list of worst living situations for sure. In general I just think it's nice that someone else actually wants to hear me, haha! Not too many people are really jonesing to listen to a middle-age lady talk about her youth and whatnot. I almost wish I'd had someone willing to listen to me go on about some of these things sooner honestly!

Really, I've already spent so much time regretting that I'd kept it to myself so long- but that was also because I'd already convinced myself it was over, that I'd messed up permanently and would never get to go back or try again… In truth, I think a lot of it was just… me being scared, as silly as it feels to say. But maybe you're right and I should just… at least try. At least let her know while I've still got time to… Perhaps writing to her will be in order after this sends. Ah, crazy to think all I really needed all this time was a chance to talk about it and get a little push! I was really badly stuck in my own head about it all and overthinking it for the longest time, wasn't I? Alas, I always have had an unfortunate penchant for such a thing- and don't oft have someone around to talk me down from it anymore.

I almost wonder if it'd be more efficient for other regions like Kanto to use a similar system… Especially things like a seasonal Gym circuit and this whole endorsement idea, it actually does seem rather smart. Goodness, I'd have loved not having a year-round system when I worked in the League… Loved my job, but doing it almost every day all year is exactly as exhausting as it likely sounds! Also what is with so many world-ending plots happening during League battles?! The fact I've heard more than one instance of this now is insane and honestly almost comical. Are all the criminals plotting specifically to ruin some 12 year olds championship battles for some reason? How else does this happen more than once like that? Also, why are there so many criminals trying to destroy the world to begin with, I swear I've heard of this in every region by now- I'm starting to think that someone trying to commit atrocities and getting stopped by actual children IS a normal Saturday with how many times I've heard it! Insane it is, I'm glad the Indigo league didn't have too many incidents that level of crazy after Giovanni.

Oh yeah wait you're too old to know what inkay games is my bad

Oh, please, I’m only twenty-three.

[ he’s not old. don’t make that mistake again. ]

—💎

[danothan]

i think above all else, i tie my aro identity to my autism. like sometimes i wonder if i’m aro just bc i’m autistic, and ykw that’s totally fine for me lol

and while we’re at it, that might be the case for my gender too. being non-binary is quite literally rejecting the binary, and being aro basically subscribes you to relationship anarchy, which also inherently rejects societal norms

that’s so peculiar to me now looking back on myself as a child. i knew romance and gender weren’t fake, but they definitely didn’t feel real lol. i wonder if other queer ppl felt this early on too, and if being neurodivergent makes a difference

i remember being incredibly frustrated every time gender was brought up with validity. “boys and girls” was like saying “cats and dogs.” it’s a phrase to communicate an idea, but we all know they’re not the only ones. romance didn’t rly frustrate me so much as it felt like participating in a game. it was fun choosing ppl to have a crush on, until i was on the receiving end. like, we’re still playing, right?

ppl always say autism means you don’t get social cues, but i don’t think i was misunderstanding anything. i think i was just questioning their value

[juliareed]

Fandom: Alias Relationships: Sark/Sydney Song: Spiracle by Flower Face Content warnings: Blood, death, violence, spiders, insects, flashing lights

[sukunasweetheart]

Being the bane of sukunas existence as you're his girlfriend because you act like a perverted old man around him... he kinda digs it tho, its mildly hilarious and he doesn't dislike the unhinged attention (he tries to be so lowkey about it)

Every once in a while, you'll caress his behind or fondle his big boobily man breasts, the same way he does to you. he was only stunned at first - now he is completely unphased by your sneaky little hands.

he texts you, asking you what you want for dinner, and he's not surprised when the answer is "i want you oiled up and naked in bed by the time i get home". then he just replies with "making pasta"

Big obnoxious smacking noises when you kiss him all over, and sukuna just lets you be, he'll be sitting on the couch turning the tv on and here you come, smooching his cheek. sometimes, its the top of his head, other times, its his forehead or neck. if you do it too much though, you'll get covered with his bite marks in return.

when sukuna gets up to go to the toilet, you ask him if you can hold his peepee while he takes a piss, bc you saw a funny tiktok talking about it... he gives you a silent judgmental stare as he closes the door on your face. but behind it, he lets out the tiniest snort and shakes his head bc the idea of it is so ridiculous.

one time when you go outdoor camping with him you genuinely accidentally stumble close to sukuna who is taking a leak in the forest bush area and he catches you staring from behind as he's buttoning himself back up. and then he's chasing you down while you're screaming that it was an accident and that you only heard him peeing and didn't actually see anything. (not that you don't know what it looks like, anyway.)

when he's sweaty after a workout or some physical exertion, you'll definitely be approaching him deviously, talking about some "covered in flavour" type of bullshit... he'll push your face away and head into the shower but his ears are flushed with red.

just... sukuna who will let u mack on him endlessly bc he secretly doesn't hate the doting 🥹🥹🥹 and if you're not being obnoxiously lewd or affectionate?? thats when he knows something's up...

and obviously, every now and then you'll say something that makes him know that you're not just lusting over his body.

during a walk back home on a summer afternoon, you point upwards while holding his hand and looking up.

"sukuna, look. you're in the sky."

he reluctantly looks up, expecting some sort of dick shaped cloud or something like that. but there are no clouds in sight.

"what is there to look at?" he asks, quizzically.

"the colour, silly. when the sun's still setting, the sky always gets like this, around the same time everyday. the pretty pinkish colour, like your hair."

he turns silent and observes the sky for a minute. you call him silly, as if it's an everyday thing that you compare a person with the literal sky.

"it's my favourite time of the day..." you mumble, just barely audible to his ears. and something about the way you stand there, and speak so softly, makes you look so pretty to him. "i'll always think of you when the sun is setting."

"oh- but i think of you everyday regardless, i suppose."

he already knows that. he already knows you love him. why does he feel so flushed right now?

"alright, i get it. enough. let's continue home," he urges you, holding your hand tighter. you follow him down the street, like a puppy.

life couldn't feel more at peace right now, with your fingers interlocked with his, listening to you hum your favourite song on the way home, the street now covered with the orange light of the sunset.

"any ideas for dinner?" he asks, a few minutes after some silence.

"mmm..."

oh, he regrets asking the question now, fully knowing what's coming.

"i want your tatas in my mouth, please."

"tatas?" sukuna's asks with furrowed brows.

after bursting into laughter at the way he said it, you attempt to think up an actual food you want for dinner.

"...just for tonight." sukuna mutters.

"huh?"

"don't ask me again, i might change my mind."

"wait- really?"

let's just say, your mouth had a taste of heaven for the first time that night.

[fushitoru]

seperation anxiety! a (clan head) gojo satoru fic

pairing ⸺ clan head!gojo x wife!reader

summary ⸺ satoru begs you to attend a meeting with the higher-ups, but not for the reasons you thought. inspired by this art by @/baobei-bu!

warnings ⸺ SMUT, gojo is a warning by himself, VERY public sex, reader has a vagina, fem reader implied, no penetration, fingering, fondling, making out, panty-ripping, exhibitionism, kinda cucking but the only ppl humiliated and humbled are the higher ups, porn no plot, but plot if you squint, reader is a strong independent woman (until gojo charms her, bc who wouldn't turn into a cockslut for gojo?), this took me at least five hours to write for no good reason?, not edited (like always....)

a/n pls enjoy and thank u to the queen for making such delicious art (p.s. go to their twitter for nsfw ver i squirted)

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“Pleaseeeee,” Satoru has his face buried in your chest, nuzzling in further while complaining. It’s almost comical how he—head of the biggest clan in Jujutsu—is leaning down to match your height. You, meanwhile, stand firm, arms crossed, regarding him with a mix of exasperation and reluctant affection as he leans down to meet your gaze. “Will you come with me?”

The question comes as the dreaded meeting with the higher-ups looms, a gathering he's been dodging all day. It technically began ten minutes ago, and you barely managed to wrangle him into his formal kimono just twenty minutes earlier. You sigh, fingers brushing his hair. “Satoru, you know what they think of me. I'm not exactly their favorite person.” You’re both standing in the middle of your shared bedroom, you imploring him to be on time for his meeting to avoid getting even further shit from the higher-ups.

Mind you, you’re the more rational one between you and Satoru—in fact, most of the people who know you would agree that you’re a very mature, wise person in general (with the exception of some circumstances, of course). And despite the respect your skill commands, the higher-ups have never warmed to you, not since you refused to play a pawn in their games. Marrying Satoru, the one jujutsu sorcerer they could never control, only amplified their discontent. They see you both as threats—powerful sorcerers bonded in defiance.

At the mention of "higher-ups," Satoru's pout deepens, and his pleading voice grows more insistent. “Pleeeease,” he drags out, practically whining. “I have separation anxiety.”

You feel a pang of sympathy. These meetings are miserable for him—hours trapped in a room with men twice his age, trying to dictate his every move. “I don’t know, Satoru…” you murmur, hesitating.

But Satoru takes advantage of your softening resolve, hugging you tighter, his face pressing into you again. “Don’t make me go in there alone!” he says, his voice muffled. “You have no idea how much you silence them. One word from you, and they all think twice. I’m already one step away from wanting to kill them all.”

A sigh escapes you as you realize he’s not letting up. And while you’re reluctant, you know that your presence, your opinion—one of the few he truly values—might actually give him a sense of calm in that harsh room. “Alright, alright,” you concede finally, hand smoothing the fabric of his sleeve. "But no making a scene." 

His answering smirk is smug, giving you a fat, sloppy kiss on your cheek that you’re not afraid to show your partial-disgust about. You all but have to wrestle him off of you white he’s smothering you in kisses, getting out something about how much loves you, oh so thankful to have such a wise wifey like you as you get ready in a kimono similar to his and head to the limo waiting outside of the manor you and Gojo reside in. 

As soon as you get in, Gojo turns sharply to Ijichi, who’s shifting the gear. “Put the divider up.”

“O-Okay, Gojo-san.” A little intimidated by the commanding tone in your husband’s voice, he quickly presses the button to activate the screen, and Gojo pounces on you, grabbing you and hoisting you up by your sides to put you on his lap.

“Satoru!” you exclaim, surprised as he captures his lips with yours. His hands roam your body as he moans, almost obnoxiously, because he knows you’re always paranoid whenever he initiates anything in public. Your crotch aligns with his thigh, big and stuffed with muscle as he drives your hips to grind on him, and despite yourself and your circumstances, you find yourself leaning into his touch.

“My pretty wife,” he purrs, now trailing kisses down your jaw and into your neck. “So pretty, so supportive.”

Despite his dizzying movements, you try to get a hold of yourself. “Satoru, we shouldn’t be doing this here. We need to discuss what to sa—”

“Fuck that,” he sighs, so breathless that you want to cave in.

“No, but—”

His eyes darken, and his hands start creeping up your legs, going slowly and slowly closer to your pussy. “Baby, you know I value what you have to say,” and his fingers graze your folds, making you leak even more with his teasing, “but I wanna listen to something else.”

He drags his index finger up and down your slit, making you whimper. His fingers then prod into your hole, putting pressure there but not quite delving in. “Satoru,” you whine out, clutching his upper arms as he has his way while toying with you.

“Yea, that’s what I wanna hear,” he groans, giving you a kiss. It is then that he rewards you with inserting his digit in, curling to hit your spot as he fingers you. HIs other arm is around you, holding your panties’ crotch to the side to allow him to touch you. “My good girl.”

As he’s touching you, the squelching sounds fills the enclosure you’re in and you’re desperately praying to God Ijichi can’t hear the lewd things the both of you are doing in the back. You’re just reduced to whimpering, unable to reject Satoru’s dizzying touches, his free hand leaving your panties to grope at your inner thighs, ass, and breasts. It’s like he’s devouring you with his kisses, urgent, as he continues curling his fingers. 

Between kisses, you try to get out a “Satoru—mmph,” smooch, “we shouldn’t be—mm” smooch, “shouldn’t be doing this here!” 

“What,” he drawls, and with the glint in his eyes you know the fucker’s trying to toy with you, knows what he’s doing is mischievous. “I can’t touch my wife?”

Before you could utter a response, however, the limo suddenly slows, and the sensation of using the brakes to stop the car makes you sober up. “We’re here, Satoru we need to go—-” As you’re trying to rip yourself off his lap, he pulls out the finger that was inside you and uses his hand instead to entangle it with the crotch of your panties, pulling and pulling until the cloth is nothing but shreds, falling off your body.

Oh my god, you were not paid enough for this shit.

With his oh-so-irritating eyes—the same ones that you spent despising in your early school years—he looks at you through his pretty white lashes as he makes a show of sniffing the now tattered shreds that were your panties and putting them in his pocket. Under your kimono, you can feel your slick escaping your panties as the cool air wafts through it, landing on your pussy. You look at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

He giggles, giving you a kiss on the cheek while helping you off his lap, putting a hand on your head to make sure you didn’t bump your head against the car’s ceiling. “Let’s go and deal with those hags, my love.”

To be honest, you don’t really understand why Satoru is so handsy today. He’s on some sort of man-ovulation, you think, as you stride into the room. Even ripping off your panties was a bit excessive, if not out of pocket (no pun intended). Breaking out of your thoughts, you grounded yourself in the present, noticing hostile eyes turned towards your husband, and then you. You match their barely-subtle glares with a stink eye of your own, holding your chin up as you walk past them dismissively. Just as you’re about to take a seat next to Gojo—being mindful of your kimono so you don’t flash any of these old bastards—one of them speaks up. 

“Gojo-sama, why is this woman here?”

You continue to take your seat, noticing Satoru’s jaw clenched. But right as he’s about to say something, you cut in for him. “This woman,” and you smile, deceptively sweet, “is the lady of the clan. It would do you well to remember the hierarchy of the Gojo clan.” You don’t need to turn to look at your husband to know he has a proud smile on his face, making no effort to hide his smugness. What shocks you instead is that he swings an arm around you, effectively dragging you closer to him until you’re basically sitting on his lap, and his hands go to roam your sides.

Now, some old grandpa starts talking, commencing the meeting, on their usual bullshit of the need for extermination of Sukuna’s vessel, but Satoru pays them no mind. Instead, what they receive in response is non-committal hums as his hands drag themselves up your stomach and down where your legs are crossed to the hem of your kimono, and then under. 

Any semblance of paying attention to the meeting and responding to their infuriating beliefs leaves your mind as you blank out, panicking that Satoru is trying to commit public indecency with you. As an argument erupts between the higher ups about something, you turn to Gojo to furiously whisper, “What is wrong with you today?! Cut it out.”

In your life, you’ve fought many curses, first grade and even special grade included as you climbed up the ranks of Jujutsu sorcery despite having a non-sorcerer upbringing. What you will never be able to defeat, however, is your husband’s charm. Satoru knows what he’s doing as he lets out a deep moan in your ear, making you squeak and become even more flustered, as he continues to make lewd noises, puffs of his breath fanning across your neck. 

a/n gojo the type to start moaning randomly to make you fold #sorrynotsorry 

The indecency of all of it—-Gojo basically whimpering in your ear sweet nothings like good girl, that’s my wife, gonna let me finger you in front of all these ugly hags, right?—-being loud in your ear but also just quiet enough that you’d only hear made you so wet, heat throbbing between your thighs as Satoru’s hands start rubbing your fold. It’s a teasing touch, one not enough to satisfy you but to stimulate you nonetheless. 

It’s just when his index finger starts slowly circling around your clit that you buck your hips slightly, making him look at you teasingly, peering down at you from above your shoulder. “Oh you liked that, didn’t you?”

“I hate you,” you puff out, trying to fight the heat creeping up your neck as Satoru’s circles on your clit get more tangibly, simulating you oh so deliciously. To make sure you hold yourself up, you set your elbows down on the table, Satoru’s arms engulfing you as you’re forced to take whatever touches he’s giving you under the table. 

“She’s so loud,” he whispers, pointing out the noises your pussy was making as his digits roved over your folds. The squelches were tangibly there, audible to anyone who would strain their ears. You could tell your lack of response to the meeting was catching attention, because there were several eyes towards you, waiting for something; it was then you realized that they had posed a question but were simply too fucked out to respond. 

A voice comes out to reprimand your husband sharply. “Gojo-sama, this is hardly appropriate.”

Satoru chuckles, not stopping his ministrations as he picks up a cup filled with water, his smug gaze still turned towards you while observing and appreciating your every hiccup and reaction. “Can’t my spouse attend this meeting? I value her opinion above everyone else’s in this room, after all,” he drawls, lodging his chin in the curve of your neck. “Besides,” and he flashes a dangerous grin to the man who spoke out, “weren’t you the ones who were oh so worried about me not having an heir?” 

At this point, you’ve filtered out all noises, focusing and honing in on the sensation of your orgasm coming. His digits are playful, curling up to hit your g-spot repeatedly, his palm tickling your clit. Each time he hits your spongy spot a bout of electricity runs up your body, pulling you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

“But guess what,” and he gives you a kiss on the cheek, despite the aversion the rest of the higher ups have to any displays of affection, “we can solve that problem right here, right now.” He punctuates it with a harsh sink of his fingers into your plush cunt, and, with that, you finally cream his fingers, a result of Satoru teasing you all day now. You try to temper the shakes wracking your body by slamming your fist against the table, trying not to moan out.

It seems that no one’s seen you riding out your orgasm out so visible, because there are gasps around the room at how obscene Gojo’s suggestion was. “It is shameful of you to be saying such things, Gojo-sama!” one of them sputters out, red with anger and outrage. 

Your husband not so subtly rolls his eyes. “Then don’t bring it up all the time, old man.” Satoru knows how touchy and vulnerable you are right after you cum, so he’s running his hands softly up and down your thighs to quell your quivers affectionately. “Actually, what about this? You all haven’t witnessed us consummate our marriage, correct?” He smirks. “What about witnessing the heir-making next time?”

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a/n pls see the vision like i want gojo to claim me and rail me into next tuesday while the higher ups just watch uncomfortably like maybe i am a freak like that. like gojo would be so obsessed with how he's claiming you in front of the fuckers that piss him off so much...might do a part two if pookiesa like this :P

comment and reblog to let me know ur thots :3

[bloodnight-blaze]

“ who cares, baby? i think i wanna marry you. ”

ft. xavier, zayne, rafayel, and sylus w a gn!reader.

synopsis: you marry the love of your life.

notes: started off as silly thoughts for my friend and then turned into this so. take it. enjoy it.

warnings: not canon to the story of the game, self-indulgent, weddings, sickeningly sweet fluff, they all cry lol, it's short and it's sweet, reader does wear a dress so sorry if that's something that makes you uncomfortable, petnames used: starlight (x), sunshine (z), angel (r), princess (s).

XAVIER — certainly fantasized about getting married, but it was never something he actually expected to happen. Not until he met you. It wasn't love at first sight, but when you two entered a relationship, he could just see himself marrying you.

When he proposed, he had been so nervous that he barely slept the night before, which is saying something. But you accepted with a bright smile, and the man nearly smothered you to death with a hug. The mere thought of marrying you has him smiling, honestly.

He doesn't care how big or small the wedding is, though when it turns out to be a small wedding he finds he prefers it that way. There's an air of excitement at the wedding, most of the guests being your own friends and family since there wasn't anyone for him to invite.

Xavier knew he was going to cry. There's no denying it, he knew he'd cry at some point during the day because, I mean... he's marrying you. He's the luckiest man alive. He just thought he'd hold strong a little longer, but the tears were falling when you walked down the aisle in your breathtaking dress.

His gaze was drawn to you the entire time. Nothing else mattered but you. The way the fairy lights bathed you in this beautiful golden glow, the way you smiled at him with all the love in the world... it was like you contained galaxies in your eyes.

The vows were short and sweet, and when the officiant says you two can kiss, he was quick to gently cup your face in his hands. He could only hope the kiss he pressed against your lips conveyed the sheer and utter adoration he felt for you.

This was the beginning of a new chapter for the two of you, and while he's sure nothing will change, he can't help but being excited at the idea of being able to refer to you as his spouse.

ㅤ— “ I love you, my starlight. Until every last star dies, I love you. ”

ZAYNE — had always known that he would marry you one day. Ever since you two were kids, he had imagined it. You're the only person he's ever loved, so if he ever got married, it would be to you or no one at all. It was only a matter of time, really.

The actual proposal was nothing big. You two had dinner at his place and the box with the ring rested in the place he knew you'd be able to see it. He hadn't been nervous when he proposed, but he can't deny that his heart was racing when he popped the question.

He'll definitely want the wedding to be small, just a couple of friends and family on each side. His parents were overjoyed to learn about his engagement and made sure to clear their schedule for the day of the wedding, and he had invited a few friends from work as well.

Zayne hadn't really wanted to cry, especially not in front of so many people, but he couldn't stop the tears from blurring his gaze when he saw you walking down the aisle. How could he not cry, when he felt so overwhelmed by his love for you?

It was the first time he saw you in your wedding dress as well, since you had been so adamant at keeping to tradition. You weren't lying when you said you would match your dress to his suit.

The bouquet of flowers in your hands only added to the beauty of... everything about you. So he won't deny that he cried, his gaze never once breaking from you even when the officiant started to speak.

He was able to keep his tears in check for the rest of the ceremony, and once you two were home and no longer wearing your wedding clothes, he found it near impossible to stray from your side for you long. His hand was almost always interlocked with yours, his finger absently brushing against the wedding wing that bound the two of you together.

ㅤ— “ You've always been the love of my life, sunshine. You always will. ”

RAFAYEL — never thought about marriage. It's not something that ever entered his mind, and he avoided attending any weddings just to dodge the inevitable 'so when will we get an invite to your wedding' he'll no doubt be met with. It isn't until you entered his life that he started to give it some thought.

And when he did decide to propose to you, it had been spur of the moment. He bought the ring on a whim months ago, and he kept it in his pocket almost every time you two went out, waiting for the perfect moment. That perfect moment just so happens to be you spending the night at his place, laughing at his smears paint on your face. The question slipped out, and he seemed more shocked than you.

He was adamant on keeping the thing small, even though Thomas wanted to invite a bunch of people once the man found out about the engagement.

The only people Rafayel was willing to invite was Thomas and a couple of crabs he befriended. Sure, your family and friends questioned why they were being seated with crabs, but it's not their wedding, now is it?

Before the wedding starts, he had gone to the bathroom to give himself a lengthy pep talk about how he was not going to cry at all at any point during the wedding. And for a good portion of it, he didn't. When you walked down the aisle wearing a beautiful dress that reminded him of the ocean, he didn't cry. When you guys shared your vows, exchanged rings, and kissed, he didn't cry.

No, Rafayel only cried when the first dance started. When the lights dimmed and you took his hand and pulled him close, he could feel his heart stuttering. You looked at him as if he were the only person in the world, like you never wanted to look away. The feeling of your wedding ring was cool against his skin, and it was impossible to stop the tears at this point.

He spent the entirety of your first dance together with his head buried in your shoulder just so people couldn't see his tears. Only you got to see him like this, because there's no one else he'd rather be vulnerable with.

ㅤ— “ I'd marry you over and over again, angel, until you get sick of me. ”

SYLUS — certainly thought marriage was something he'd never experience, given his lifestyle. What person would be insane enough to marry the leader of Onychinus, let alone date the man? You, apparently, because you became a pivotal part of his life.

He won't propose until he's absolutely certain that marrying him is something you'd be willing to do. Marrying him means really accepting the darker parts that come with being in a relationship with him, and he didn't want to force you into such a commitment. And when he does propose, he can't help the relief he feels when you say yes.

While the wedding isn't necessarily big, a few of his most trusted associates are invited, alongside your family and friends should you invite them. It's a strange mix of people, and a few of your friends will probably pull you to the side after the ceremony to ask what exactly it is that your husband does for a living.

For the most part, Sylus won't cry during the ceremony. Though, once you two start to recite your vows to each other, he does choke up a bit. Any man would be a fool not to tear up at the sight of their spouse professing their love to them. And it doesn't help that you're looking at him with pure and utter devotion in your gaze.

You were okay with who he was. With what he does. You weren't scared off by the darker aspects of his life, and you were vowing to stick by his side through whatever the world threw at you two. Crying only seemed natural. Other than the vows, Sylus stayed composed. Softer, than usual, but overall he kept his usual demeanor.

Truly, he thinks he could die happy now that he's married to you. The ring on his finger was a comfortable weight, and he'd find himself looking at it way more than he'd care to admit.

He spoiled you rotten before you two were married, but trust it'll only get worse now that you're his spouse. Anything you want, he'll get it for you. You deserve the whole world for wanting to spend the rest of your life with him.

ㅤ— “ I'm staring? How can I not stare at the key to my heart, princess? ”

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