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badlydrawnmanic · 2 years ago
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the doctors back at the clinic have been fixing oil prices all in a big fight over foreign toy makers in order to monopolize the pelicans who are merely the pawns of the military industrial complex, and nobody seems to care
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bonus: this is not the weirdest thing this kid has heard today
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usurpator · 2 years ago
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This was simultaneously one of the worst and best reading experiences of my life
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#Fuck the author but honestly. Very interestingly written#I want to recommend this but also I don't know who I would even recommend this to. I don't want to name the title or author in the post too#Because a bunch of the people in the tags I saw were very weird about the author and his works#Reading this sort of ruined my life but also gave me a lot of self reflection opportunities so thank you I guess#It took me almost 2 months to finish because I refused to read it at certain points lmao#It's so strange because I partly want to share my thoughts on it but at the same time I know that I can't#Beside my usual hesitations when posting or sending genuinely anything at all#I can't possibly make people truly understand what I think about it without sounding like the edgiest mf on this planet#I'm doubting even if it was a good book at all maybe it's just because I'm in a weird place. And I let it affect me way too much#Or rather I'm doubting my own judgment on it all. Maybe I will write something here later about it or I will start some blog about books#As in on another website lmao#A lot of this probably isn't well worded I have a killing headache and I just got done with the book. I'm a bit confused myself#Thanks for reading this way too long bs with no real point whatsoever#If you read this book and got something out of it. Feel free to talk to me about it I'll be normal#Or even if you didn't get anything out of it. I don't know anyone else personally who has read this book#Yve's Thoughts.
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interloved · 4 months ago
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toxic!anakin skywalker; ex boyfriend edition.
description box; your ex boyfriend anakin skywalker finds you at a party after weeks after your alleged break up. in his eyes, you’re still his girlfriend, so… why’re you hanging out with that guy? have you forgotten you’re his? you probably need him to remind you again… and he’ll do that with pleasure.
warnings; nsfw warning, mature themes like violence —> minor blogs do not read, TOXIC BEHAVIOUR LIKE THIS SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICISED!!; porn with plot, anakin is a toxic little psychopath as always (therapy when??), smut under the cut!, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
part one.
ONE THING ABOUT YOUR ex boyfriend anakin skywalker that you absolutely hate is how a fight between the two of you never fails to become a yelling match. anakin doesn’t always initiate it, you have to admit that, sometimes you did too, but it was usually his fault it became an argument at all.
another thing you hate is how the two of you have an unofficial “break up ritual”—and it’s escalated so badly that it’s gotten to the point where your friends are telling you to break up with him. constantly.
they say it’s unhealthy, it’s toxic, he’s not good for you. they say he’s controlling, he’s possessive, and that he’s a gaslighter. they say he’s a master manipulator, that his issues can’t be fixed by anyone, and that you should leave him before it’s too late.
it’s not like you haven’t tried. you have, you just keep failing again and again somehow. maybe because if anakin is anything, it’s addictive. you’re not sure what it is, but something about him always has you crawling back, back to his comforting embrace, back into his apartment, back into his arms.
you don’t know how he does it—maybe it’s that damned “break up ritual”. he’ll yell, you’ll yell back, he’ll cry and beg you to forgive him and to come back home, you’ll give him the cold shoulder for a month or two, he begs you to come back again, you make up (have sex), pretend that fight never happened and repeat. it’s always the same.
but this time, it’s different.
anakin and you have been broken up for about two months and a half, and your ex boyfriend is getting nervous. it’s never taken you this long to return home—usually, it’s never taken you more than two months to come back.
but never this long. and you’ve never attended a party without him. let alone talk to a guy. ever.
anakin’s fingers drummed on his steering wheel at somewhat irregular intervals, and he looked at the house he was parked in front of. the pictures his friend had snapped and sent him were blurry and dark, but there was no doubt he had captured your small frame—and the guy standing next to you.
“OK, that’s it.” he snarls, and he closes the door of his car.
you belong to me, he thinks.
IT DOESN’T TAKE YOU long to figure out the guy you’ve been talking to ditched you. you’ve been wandering around, looking almost everywhere for him, but you just couldn’t seem to find him. it appeared like you had been left alone.
but then, you found someone else. leaning on a doorframe. head slightly cocked, a small, triumphant smile. one that you were used to more than anything.
“ani?” you whisper in confusion, and you were thankful the music was too loud for him to hear that damned nickname you always used to call him. he made his way to you and for one split of a second, you considered just running away.
“hey, you,” he grins at you, “partying, huh?”
you blink. this was… too normal. he was acting like you guys had never broken up. but you were willing to believe he’d changed.
“yeah. um, my friend ditched me for dinner, sooo… now i’m here.”
he clicks his tongue, “aw, that sucks.” and suddenly, he’s looking at you with such an intense gaze. he’s always been this way—so overwhelmingly intense, possessive but intense. passionate, but intense. scary intense.
“i would’ve never ditched you.”
and there it is again. that possessive glint in his eye.
“i don’t belong to you anymore,” you mutter, looking away.
and then, all of a sudden, “i miss you.”
your head whips around. you didn’t expect that—partly because anakin isn’t the type to admit his feelings in generl, and partly because anakin’s never been the one to try and get you back. it’s always been you crawling back to him, never him chasing after you.
it’s such a stupid thought but, maybe he’s changed. he hasn’t
“listen, i know what you’re probably going to say, but why don’t we grab a coffee some time and just, i don’t know, talk—”
“sure,” you find yourself answering, you answered too quickly for your own liking and because you want to soften your response a little, you add, “why not? it’ll be nice catching up.”
anakin grins at you with a way that is just so unmistakenly anakin, and flashes you cheeky wink. “it’s a date, then.”
and maybe it’s because you’re lonely, or because you’re tipsy, or because you really do miss anakin too, but you return his mischievous smirk with a little smile of your own. and maybe it’s because you’re drunk, but you genuinely believed he had changed.
how wrong you were.
PART TWO COMING SOON!
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aphroditessaturn · 1 year ago
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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 || 𝐌. 𝐎.
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pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader (is a spider-woman, tho nothing specific)
summary || you have anger issues and it’s no secret to anyone in the Spider-Society, Miguel might as well be the only who can tame you. His methods are, quite effective…
warning || smut! p in vi, oral (female [fingering] and male receiving) throat fucking, nipple play, spanking if you squint
note || I had to get him out of my system and I'm not even done, this piece is for my anger issues and I need a Miguel to fuck them out of me. please reblog/comment and give feedback! I would love to know if you like my Miguel fics, I have so many more ideas
legend || mi luciérnaga = my firefly; abre la boca = open your mouth; buena niña = good girl; mocosa = brat; puta = whore; dios mío = my god; niña traviesa = naughty girl
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“I do not have anger issues, who does he think he is?” you asked to no one in particular while walking around Miguel. He let out a sigh, pressing his fingertips against temples.
“He’s like what? 15, yeah you don’t say that to someone twice your age,” you continued, your blood pressure building up with every second you thought about the incident.
Miguel tried to be calm, but the last mission worked him up and scratched on his nerves. The mission went fairly well, except for you going ballistic and the newcomer – Miles – commenting on it. Oh, and the target almost escaping because of Miles which lead to all of this.
“Can’t fucking believe this, he was the reason the mission almost failed, and he dares to say I have anger issues!” the last part you nearly screamed. You never paused, always moving around.
You couldn’t stay calm, couldn’t calm down. Every vein beneath your skin run hot, some just waiting to explode.
Suddenly both of you heard someone coming near Miguel’s platform, said Spider turned around with a glare. He knew exactly who came and what would happen if you saw him, but now there was no preventing it.
You walked to the edge of the platform and looked down at Miles, “came to apologize?” you asked and crossed your arms over your chest.
Miles looked confused, no he wasn’t here to apologize, and he would make that clear, “you threatened me, screamed at me because I let the anomaly almost escape. You overreacted,” he stated.
Your eyes squinted together, expression hardening. “You can’t do a thing right and accuse me of having anger issues? I do not have fucking anger issues!”
Just as you were about lounge at Miles, arms wrapped around your waist, “enough,” Miguel’s deep voice rang through your ears. Normally his voice would smooth you, but you were already too gone.
Your man however ignored that and pushed you behind him.
“Miles, we will talk about this later. You made a mistake -,” “what, you’re saying she didn’t go bonkers?” Miles didn’t want to accept that what you did was right.
“If you’d let me finish, you would know that she will get her fair share of consequences,” Miguel snapped at the young boy, while it made a small part of Miles feel better it only angered you more.
“Are you serious? You let that little shit get away with saying I’m in the wrong? He lost the target and we had to-,” you couldn’t finish your sentence. “Miles, leave,” Miguel’s voice was dark and left no room for back talk, he sounded scary to be honest.
Miles immediately left, knowing it was better for now and he needed to get away from you.
“We weren’t finished yet,” you barked at Miguel who didn’t bat an eye. You stalked up to him, trying to intimidate him – unsuccessfully. “Yes, we were and it’s time you calm down, mocosa,” he whispered and grabbed your waist.
You were manhandled onto his desk, wrists held together in his right hand. With his left hand he ripped down your suit, “you asshole! Can’t you-,” “yeah mocosa, stop your whining,” Miguel rolled his eyes.
Without warning he pushed pointer and middle finger into your drenched cunt, you gasped. Realising with just a few words he had you wet and in your rage you didn’t even notice.
He curled his fingers against your walls, your head fell back. Right hand letting go of your wrists and sliding down to your neck.
Miguel moved his head into the crook of your neck, kissing along your carotid artery.
A shudder run down your spine when you felt his sharp teeth graze your skin. You adored the feeling of his teeth piercing your skin as it made you feel a kind of pleasure nothing else brought you.
Miguel had easily picked up on that all those years ago and now used it taunt you, “niña traviesa,” he commented with a small smirk.
His fingers kept a slow pace, it was torture and Miguel knew that. “Miguel,” you snapped, a plead for more however the man above you wasn’t having it. “You think you can be a mocosa and I’ll just give you what you want?”
“I wasn’t a brat! It’s not my fault your spider people can’t do their job and then-,” “dios mío,” again Miguel cut you off, picking up the pace.
Hitting that spongy spot inside you which pulled a loud moan from your lips. As his fingers worked their magic on brining you closer to your high, Miguel run his tongue along your earlobe and gently nibbled on your skin. With your hands free you threaded them through his beautiful hair
You closed your eyes, the feeling just too wonderful and for a moment you lost yourself but quickly Miguel reminded you that this was a punishment.
“Look. At. Me,” his voice deep, commanding. His hand was suddenly in your hair, gripping it tight as he pulled your head back. It was a way to underline his words.
You looked at him with pleading eyes, god you loved this side of him. Miguel would make you take whatever he gave you if you could or not – you were surprised with how much you could actually take.
“I’ve barley did anything and you’re already putty in my hands,” he teased, slowing his pace down again. You wanted to scoff at his words.
He didn’t do ‘barley anything’, he almost bit into your sensitive neck, rubbed his fingertips over you bundle of nerves and hit your g-spot with every thrust. Miguel very well knew that all those little things would send your body into overdrive.
“You know exactly what you did!” you spit at him and drew a low chuckle from him, it amused him how you kept pushing, “are you that much of a puta for me that you can’t shut up?” “Guess if you want me to shut up then you have to fuck my-,” “fine.” Miguel retrieved his fingers from your cunt pulling a whine from you.
Both hands gripped your middle, manhandling you down to your knees. He gripped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger tilting your head up to look deep into your eyes.
Then his suit slowly started to dissolve, starting by his neck, and revealing his naked, toned chest, his broad shoulders, and muscled arms. The light of the screens dipped Miguel into a dangerous red which made him look like the devil in person.
Now he was completely naked, his mushroom formed tip hitting his lower abdomen. “Abre la boca,” when you didn’t instantly comply Miguel slapped your cheek, causing you to gasp and open your mouth, “now,” he added.
His thumb moved between your lips and pressed onto your tongue to make you kept your mouth open, “you’re going to be a buena niña and suck my cock.”
You caved and let your mouth hang open, tongue already awaiting him. At first, he gently placed his tip on your tongue, giving you a chance to taste his salty precum. Then without warning he thrusted his cock full on into your mouth.
You gagged as it hit the back of your throat, Miguel looked down on you. There was still a part of him that didn’t fit inside your mouth, but it was his mission to make sure it did.
Miguel began fucking your face, abusing your throat with his harsh thrusts. You looked up at him with teary eyes, his head was tipped back in pleasure and a deep groan fell from his lips. You clenched your thighs together, you were a whore for Miguel as it was already but something that always got you were his moans.
Miguel was vocal, so fucking vocal. For one his mouth never stopped running, but then there were his moans. They were deep, hoarse, and loud.
However, your throat couldn’t keep up with his pace any longer, though you loved the feeling of getting used by him too much. Salvia dripped from the corner of your mouth, his cock twitched in your mouth which was his cue to pull away.
You whimpered pathetically, of course Miguel catched up on that and wiped your mouth with his thumb. “Such a cock slut already, just for me,” he stroked over your hair before kneeling down your level and hosting up into his arms. Your back hit his desk, legs dangling over the edge.
“What hermosa? No, smart comment?” Miguel teased with a smirk, you couldn’t say a word. Your throat hurt, no tone would come from your lips.
Miguel dipped his head down, teeth closing around your nipple while his right hand grabbed your breast. Massaging it as his tongue lapped on your nipple, causing you to whimper again. In response your man slapped your breast making you moan, “fuck,” your voice barely audible, throaty thanks to Miguel.
Switching sides he sucked on your right nipple, your hand coming up to grab his hair and pulling on his roots. “Ay, dios mío,” Miguel moaned, loudly.
He pinched your neglected nipple causing you to arch your back and a line of goosebumps to adorn your skin.
Suddenly you felt his tip stroke over your drenched entrance, distracted by his work on your breasts you hadn’t noticed immediately.
“Miguel,” you whispered and in the next moment he had plunged his huge cock into your cunt. A pained yet pleasurable moan left your body, loud and hoarse.
His cock was big, and thick, god even after all this years you needed time to adjust to his size. You could feel those veins, how he stretched you out. “Don’t fret mi luciérnaga, I’m not fully inside you yet,” Miguel whispered against your lips before kissing you.
You loved his kisses, they were full of fire and passion. Miguel kissed you like he owned you – he did, and it was one of your favourite things. His lips were so soft and warm, sliding over yours before his teeth bit into your bottom lip.
“After all those years and you’re still so tight,” he gushed and slowly pushed deeper inside you, lifting his head to look at you with a smirk.
“Feel that mi luciérnaga? Feel me deep inside your belly,” Miguel pressed his hand onto your stomach, feeling his tip bulge out, “am I too big for you?” he taunted.
You didn’t know what possesed you, but something did, “you wish,” you snapped. Miguel looked dumbfounded for a second before his expression turned into a glare, “guess my mocosa is back.”
He pulled out all the way before harshly pushing back in with his full length, cunt pulsing around him as he pounded into you without mercy. You couldn’t catch a break, he constantly hit your sensitive spot, “you like it, huh, like me fucking you like the puta you are,” aside from his cock pushing you into an abyss of pleasure, Miguel’s voice made you shiver.
It also didn’t help that he groaned uncontrollably, growling when you tightened around him. You were close, so fucking close and he knew it.
Miguel wrapped your legs tight around his waist to keep you close. His thrusts became harsher, and his thumb pressed down on your bundle of nerves, drawing hard circles.
His pace was animalistic, “look at you, mi luciérnaga already cock drunk. That’s what you need, someone to fuck all the anger out of you, fuck you dumb.” You couldn’t say anything, only unidentified words came past your lips.
Your high was near, it came and washed over you like a fresh shower, “mhm, come for me, buena niña,” Miguel only strengthened it.
“I’m not finished yet,” he stated and manhandled you, so your back was turned to him.
All the while still having his cock in your needy cunt and fucking you through your orgasm. His hands gripped your ass as he rutted into you, “Miguel,” you whined, holding onto his desk, “come on where’s your fire mi luciérnaga?” he slapped your ass.
You had nothing in you anymore, your head was completely empty. As much as would’ve wanted, you couldn’t. You just laid there, enjoying the pleasure, and taking everything Miguel gave you.
“Maldito infierno,” he cursed as he reached his orgasm, for a moment he stilled inside you and painted your velvet walls with his cum. Filling you up to the brim, not pulling out.
He slid his hand around you and pulled you against his broad chest, right hand wrapping around your throat like a necklace.
“How you feeling mi luciérnaga,” he whispered, softly stroking your sides while you closed your eyes.
“’m fine, Miggy,” you mused laying your head on his shoulders. Everything felt at peace, you were calm and had no issues with anything.
You could just lean against Miguel and he would take of you. He scooped you up and slowly pulled out to make sure he didn't hurt you, his cum leaking out of your cunt. A sight Miguel could never forget – one he didn't want to forget.
Miguel went to your universe, laying you into your bed and cleaning you up. Meanwhile you dazed around, until he joined you in bed.
"I don't have anger issues," you muttered into him as you cuddled up against him.
He covered you two with the blanket, "no, you don't," he agreed and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. You were fast asleep, tired and spend while Miguel admired your beauty.
You have anger issues, always will but Miguel knew an affective method to control them. Add to that he loved your fire, needed it.
And Miles did fuck up.
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chocolilies · 9 days ago
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─── RING. ꒱
( ୨ৎ. gojo satoru x fem!reader. . .ᐟ
despite wishing he could, gojo isn't always there when you get hit on. which leads to him having to take measures to lay his claim.
◟ꪆ୧ sfw, bimbo-y reader, sort of loser gojo in the way that he's whipped for his gf and loves spoiling her. no use of y/n. my first time writing for gojo and my first work on this blog!!
w.c : 1.3k.
also on ao3!
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“you’re so so so so sweet, ‘toru!” you clung to your boyfriend as he pressed kisses to your flushed cheeks, staring at the golden band he’d previously slipped onto your ring finger, trying to focus on the marksmanship as he continued to pepper your face in kisses.
“it’s nothing, baby,” gojo cooed, squeezing your side as you continued to admire the jewelry, “it’s pretty, right?”
“the prettiest!” you giggled, moving your body to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing his face into your neck so he could continue kissing you there. “it looks really expensive, though…”
gojo could hear your pout as you spoke, briefly stopping his kisses to rest his head on your shoulder, feeling your arm move away from him as you no doubt took another look at the ring.
“baby, it was nothing,” gojo sighed, rubbing his thumbs into your hips soothingly as you let out a huff, “nothing’s too expensive for you."
he wasn't lying. if gojo had wanted to, he would've bought out the whole jewelry store, but he didn't.
why? because you’d probably complain about it being “too much” for someone like you, unaware that if you were to ask gojo for the moon, he’d somehow find a way to bring it down just for you.
“hmph, i guess…” you huffed, letting yourself be moved as gojo ushered you both towards the sofa, helping you sit down carefully before kneeling on the ground, resting his head on your lap.
gojo sighed happily as your fingers immediately found their place in his hair, shivering in delight as your nails scratched at his scalp and tugged at his hair, his own hands finding their place on your plush thighs.
“you’re so sweet to me, ‘toru,” you cooed softly, leaning down to make sure he heard, “y’always get me the prettiest things.”
you were right.
gojo took pride in knowing that half your wardrobe and accessories were all bought by him, and even if that wasn't obvious to anyone but you, you never failed to make it so to everyone else by reminding your coworkers, friends, students or even strangers, whenever he gifted you something new.
which is exactly what he counted on happening with his latest present.
now firstly, gojo had no problem with the clothes you wore, hell, like mentioned, he'd bought half of your wardrobe for you, but he knew that some more specific items could be considered… revealing.
he, for one, loved it.
but he knew he wasn't the only one who did.
men would sometimes stop and stare at you, asking you for your socials in front of students and even himself if they were tough enough, but one mention of the boyfriend and a point in his direction would usually derail their pathetic flirting attempts, but sometimes… it didn't.
sometimes, gojo wasn't around when you got flirted with or just couldn't accompany you to the places you and many pervs frequented, and was forced to listen to you laugh about the men who approached you.
and that, had recently unfortunately happened.
normally, gojo wasn’t one to get jealous or possessive, since there was normally no reason to do so (i mean, look at him), but he just had to get this guy off his back and out of his mind.
“awe, look ‘toru! that nice guy gave me an extra cake!”
gojo watched as you pulled out the groceries, revealing three pastries instead of the two you'd both agreed on getting.
“nice guy?” he said with a confused look as he placed down the rest of the bags he'd helped you carry up.
“yeah! told me i looked pretty and complimented the hoops you got me!” you giggled, placing the cakes in the fridge before turning back around with a smile. “guess he was just in a giving mood.”
oh, that guy wanted to give you something alright.
ever since then, each time you came from the bakery, you came bearing gifts. be it an extra cake or a free cookie, you always had something. which of course... didn't sit right with him. he'd knew soon enough that you'd get disappointed when that perv revealed his true intentions, and that pissed him off to no end.
gojo thought back on that memory bitterly, though he couldn't let himself get too caught up in his misery when he had your fingers combing through his hair and his face squished against your thighs.
“you gon’ show that off for me, baby?” gojo murmured, voice muffled by the way he was deflating in your hold, heart fluttering as you let out a giggle.
“of course i will! it's too pretty not to!” you squealed, squirming out of excitement at the idea of boasting about your new possession, as small as it might be.
gojo grinned at the idea of poor nanami and shoko, as they would no doubt be the first ones you'd show the moment you got to work tomorrow, but that grin got even wider as he thought about who you would show later.
“you're going past that bakery tomorrow, right?” gojo hummed, running his fingers up your thighs and smiling as you squirmed with a giggle.
“yeah! you want me to get some of those cakes we got last time?” you asked, leaning back on the sofa with a smile at the thought of the sweets you'd treated yourself to for the past few months.
gojo knew you were a tiny bit of an airhead at times, but he could never hold that against you. it was part of your personality, part of you, and he loved that. plus… it sometimes came in handy.
“perfect.” gojo leaned up from his kneeling position, pressing his lips to yours with a hum and a weird passion you hadn't felt before, but as he pressed you down against the sofa’s cushions with a thigh between your legs, you couldn't find anything to complain about.
by the way shoko glared at him when he passed her in the school's hall, he knew you'd kept your promise from last night, which meant he had something to look forward to when he got back home.
“hey, we didn't get anything extra this time…” you pouted as you pulled the treats out of the bag, placing exactly two cakes down on the counter.
“huh? how so?” gojo slid in behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist, perching his chin on your shoulder as you unpacked the sweets, pressing kisses against your cheek. “was it the same guy?”
“yeah…” you mumbled, looking at the receipt as if you would find an extra free item listed on there that the perv who'd served you forgot to place in the bag. “that's strange… thought we'd get lucky again…”
“was he rude to you, baby?” he acted offended as if he didn't know what happened, moving to press sloppy kisses to your exposed shoulder and neck as you talked.
“no! he was sweet like before… asked me how my day was and complimented my jewelry again…” you whined, extending your ringed hand in front of you and staring down at the golden band. “even showed off my ring…”
bingo.
“hmph. maybe he just didn't feel like giving today, baby. you upset?”
a few seconds passed before you shrugged, turning around in his grip and staring up at him with a smile. “why would i? couldn't even finish that third cake before, remember? plus, i’m happy! got to show off my ring all day!”
god, he was obsessed with you.
you giggled as he leaned down to kiss you without a second thought, giggling against his lips as he pulled you up to sit on the counter.
as he continued to kiss you, he felt your fingers find their place in his hair again, feeling the cold metal of the ring against his scalp, an action he barely noticed.
after all, a ring was something tiny.
something any man could disregard if they were too busy staring at your pretty face.
maybe his next gift should be a necklace with his initials. that would send a clearer message than a tiny ring.
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aro-problems · 3 months ago
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Since this blog is dedicated to aro problems, I am going to attempt to explain one of the biggest problems that I see people confused about, which is how to recognize romantic attraction.
Here are signs you are experiencing romantic attraction, from a fellow arospec person who started experiencing it out of nowhere:
1. You can’t stop thinking about the person. It’s nonstop. They’re stuck in your head and they won’t leave. Your brain keeps going back to them constantly. All thoughts seem to lead back to them. After a while, you really start to notice just how much you are thinking about this person.
2. You feel really intense emotions towards them. Like, more so than you would for anyone else. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a specific “romantic” feeling, your emotions are just suddenly over the top in regard to that person.
3. You want them really bad. Like, really bad. Craving being around them, feeling clingy, etc.
4. You let them get closer than you would anyone else. For some reason, you feel extra comfortable around them, and you can’t seem to explain why, other than you really want them around.
5. For some reason, their clothes make you feel safer and comfier. You generally feel very comfortable around them and get extra emotional at objects that remind you of them. Far more comfortable than you normally are.
6. If you’re autistic, they might not drain your social battery nearly as much as others would, or at all. You also feel “hyperfixated” on them, if that makes sense.
7. You can’t stop thinking about the things that make them happy. You are constantly thinking about that book they recommended you, or that show they like, for example. You are often thinking about new things they might like, because you want very desperately to get closer to them.
8. You have a very strong, overwhelming urge to get closer to this person, in any way you can.
In conclusion, romantic feelings are incredibly difficult to differentiate from platonic/acquaintance feelings for aros who are unsure. “Romance” as an overall concept is deeply complex. The key takeaway here is that whatever feelings and behaviors you might normally have for a person, will likely be strongly magnified once you experience romantic attraction. It even feels like obsession once you do feel it finally, because everything is suddenly so strong out of nowhere, if that makes sense. This has been my personal experience with it, and the best hint I can give to help you determine your own experience.
There is so much overlap between platonic romantic and platonic attraction, because you can feel similar levels of emotion in platonic friendships. This makes it very hard to tell the difference. Therefore, I also feel that romantic attraction is really only there if you want to define it that way. The catch here is that you might feel that your feelings can be described as platonic instead, so it’s really up to you to decide and define what you are feeling. I know that sounds confusing, but because of the overlap between platonic and romantic attraction, I don’t think there is actually a single, overarching way to experience romantic attraction. Instead, romantic attraction is highly personalized, and you can really define it in whatever way you feel makes sense to you.
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justauthoring · 4 months ago
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and i wonder... who? [7]
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somehow, you find yourself torn between the two hottest guys at your school and you have no idea who to choose. loosely based off of operation: true love where geto is eunhyeuk and gojo is dohwa :)
a/n: this isn't my favourite chapter but i wanted to get it out before i lost the motivation to finish it
pairing: geto suguru x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader, satosugu x f!reader
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Geto and Gojo don’t stay for long.
It’s an unexpected, odd but comfortable air that falls around the three of you and despite the events of the night and Sukuna’s actions, you find yourself crawling into bed with a huge smile. Your mother, when she comes home, is confused on why you’re so happy but you’re careful to keep the reason why limited.
You’re not exactly sure she’d be all that impressed with you inviting two boys over, alone, when it was dark. And you don’t even want to know what would happen if she had found out and told your father.
So, you just tell her it’s because you had a fun night out with Shoko at the amusement park before excusing yourself to bed. Which, speaking of Shoko, you figure you should probably tell her the truth—the last thing you wanted to do was leave her excluded and she was your best friend, so you feel she deserved to know the truth. 
Of course, she’s upset you didn’t tell her right away and she also professes that she’s “going to kill Sukuna”, but after you talk her down from that, she’s very understanding. The two of you ended up talking for way too long and you go to bed way too late, but nonetheless, the rest of the weekend is spent catching up on homework and relaxing.
Monday morning sneaks up way too fast, like it always does, but oddly you aren’t nervous. Actually, you wake up earlier than you normally do and get ready with a pep in your step, humming softly to yourself as you do. You eat breakfast with your mother who makes a comment on your happiness, to which you simply shrug and she gives you a weird look and then you meet up with Shoko, as you normally do, and walk to school together.
Morning classes go by smoothly. 
Geto winks at you when he catches your eye when you come into class, to which Shoko raises a brow at you and you simply shrug. You send him a wave in return, trying to fight the blush that threatens to grow on your cheeks, before taking a seat. Sukuna’s there, a black eye and a bandage on his cheek, but you promptly avoid his gaze and it seems like he does much of the same. 
Halfway through the lesson, Gojo texts you and when you don’t answer him right away, he sends you three more until you finally do reply and then promptly get caught with your phone by the teacher who promptly confiscates it.
You make the mental note to curse Gojo out.
But despite all that, everything’s good.
Lunch rolls around and Shoko says she’ll meet you at the cafe after you’re done getting reprimanded by the teacher with a laugh, to which you smile sarcastically at her but nonetheless agree.
And even though your teacher is harsh, like he always is, he gives you back your phone and you hurry to leave the class, feeling your belly growl at you in hunger.
You’re in the midst of sending Gojo one particularly long-winded text about bothering you during class when your name is called.
Blinking, you glance up, mid-text, only to instantly frown when you see Mei Mei.
Instantly, your mood drops – this was not good.
-
You’ve never gotten along with Mei Mei.
You still remember the first day you met her. It was fifth grade and you’d just moved. You’d been nervous all weekend about starting a new school and it was even worse because your parents had had you move in the middle of the school year, so while everyone else had had time to get to know each other and bond, you were coming in as the random ‘new’ girl.
Your mother had helped you with your hair, a brand-new backpack and school uniform had been bought for you over the weekend, and then she drove you to school instead of leaving you to walk or take the bus. You’d been a bundle of nerves all morning, feeling sick to your stomach, and when you’d finally arrived and your teacher had introduced you to the front of the class, you could’ve sworn you’d thrown up if you even faltered for a moment.
But you got through it, and you were placed at a desk, and that was that.
Then, lunch rolled around.
All the kids had jumped to their feet and raced outside, and you’d trailed slowly behind, not sure who to approach or if you even should.
You didn't have to, though. Because a minute after standing there aimlessly, a girl just slightly taller than you with the brightest white-hair you’d ever seen walked right up to you. Behind her had stood two girls you don’t remember, but nonetheless, she’d smiled at you and asked if you wanted to hang out with her and her friends.
Thinking that you’d lucked out and found a friend, you’d eagerly agreed.
Only to end up with her yogurt poured all over your head, ruining your hair and new uniform, and leaving you in tears. Her and her friends had laughed at you as she’d done it, and to top it all off she’d smiled cruelly as she asked; 
“Who would want to be friends with a loser like you?”
Her and her friends mocking laughter had been joined by the whole class until the teacher had run out, demanded to know what had happened and Mei Mei had then promptly blamed the whole thing on you. Your teacher, furious, had lectured you in front of everyone, before calling your mother, who had to leave work, to take you home for the day.
You’re still not sure what you did to Mei Mei to make her treat you that way.
And why it seems like she still hated you to this day.
-
“I’m gonna make you pay.”
Swallowing thickly, you shuffle on your feet, moving back to create some distance. “Mei Mei, I don’t know if you’re aware, but Sukuna is the one that—”
“Hit you?” Mei Mei cuts in, crossing her arms over her chest as she raises a brow at you. Your lips parted at her interruption, not really sure how to react given that it seemed she didn’t care that Sukuna was a complete and total asshole. Maybe, you guessed, it wasn’t even that but the fact she knew and still didn’t seem bothered by it “Yeah, I know,” she huffs, “and I’m glad he did it. You deserve it.”
Gaping at her, you shake your head; “I deserve it?”
She takes a menacing step forward and your body tenses, eyes carefully watching her movements. Mei Mei doesn’t seem bothered–the wicked smile on her face remains present and terrifying and there’s a certain manic edge to her eyes that has you swallowing thickly. You hate that you find yourself afraid of this girl, but the trauma roots deep from that fateful day in fifth grade when she’d played you like a fool and humiliated you in front of the whole class. You knew what this girl was capable of, and it was blatantly clear that she had some serious issues that allowed her to gain enjoyment from terrorizing others.
“You’ll see,” she growls. “You’ll regret the day you decided to ever try and be my friend.”
Your lips part and you’re stunned. Honestly, you’re not even sure what to say. Was she serious? She was angry at you… for what? You trying to be her friend when she was the one who offered in the first place? Or the fact that all along it had just been one big rouse to embarrass you? 
And somehow that was your fault?
Clearly this was far more than just Sukuna–maybe, for all you knew, he was just the cherry on top of her burning hatred for you.
Mei Mei is slamming into your shoulder before you can gather a coherent thought enough to speak, walking past you without another word and leaving you to watch her dissipating figure in absolute bafflement.
You stare at her for a moment longer, before there’s a buzz from your phone and you’re pulled from your thoughts.
Lunch.
That’s right. It was lunch. And if you weren’t quick, you’d miss it.
Not bothering to glance at your phone, figuring it was just Shoko wondering where you were or Gojo being annoying, you continue your way to the cafeteria. You make the mental note to talk to Shoko about Mei Mei, but push it from your mind nonetheless. Truthfully, you were just tired of having to deal with this whole Sukuna thing and it was easier to just push it from your mind and ignore it, then play into the reactions he and Mei Mei clearly wanted from you.
You’re turning the corner into the cafeteria, thinking about what you’d like to eat and keeping an eye peeled out for Shoko when you notice the stares. You don’t notice them right away, lost in your own thoughts, and then you catch the glare of a girl you’ve never even met staring at you from across the lunch way; with her, you notice the others.
It feels like everyone–it might as well be everyone–in that cafeteria is staring at you. And not just staring at you but glaring. Harshly. Their gazes burn with something nasty and there’s judgement clear on their faces as they stare back at you.
Just what was—
A hand latches around your wrist and instinctively, you gasp, body tensing in fear only to calm when you realize it’s Shoko.
You don’t notice the panicked look on her face right away, instead moving to ask; “hey, Shoko, is there something on my face? Because everyone—”
You notice it, however, when her grip on your wrist pinches.
“Y/N,” she breathes, panicked, “I—...”
-
Gojo has called you three times.
Three times.
And you still haven’t answered.
Pouting, Gojo glares at his phone – seriously, were you doing this on purpose?
Why were you ignoring him?
With one lasting glance at his screen, Gojo’s decision is made for him then. If you weren’t going to answer him, through text or call or otherwise, then Gojo would leave you with no other choice. 
He’d make you answer him.
-
“Shoko-san.”
Shoko isn’t quite sure what it is that Geto wants from him, but a single glance at the look in his eyes and she knows it can’t be anything good. 
Really, though, Shoko isn’t sure anything is good right now.
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Y/L/N?”
Ah. Straight to the point then.
Honestly, Shoko had figured that was what Geto was approaching her for anyways. She’d known Geto Suguru for years and while they had never had any animosity between each other, Shoko could hardly consider them friends. Acquaintances, maybe, and even that felt like it was stretching it a bit.
Truthfully, Geto had always just sort of been there and that was really it.
He’d known the guy since she was in pigtails and he was a snot-mouthed boy.
But Shoko wasn’t so oblivious to not have noticed that Geto had seemed to take a particular liking to you recently. It had started subtly and just kind of grown from there. You’d been particularly silent about it, but Shoko saw the way you sent Geto glances or the small smiles that Geto would send in return; she also knew that you’d gone to that amusement park with him and Gojo. 
And of course, considering recent events… well, Shoko would be just plain stupid to not have noticed.
“Home,” Shoko offers shortly.
The guy might be your friend, but he was still part of the reason why you were home — whether that was Geto’s fault or not Shoko still wasn’t sure.
“I need to talk to her,” Geto rushes, “she’s not answering my texts.”
There’s a certain odd sense of panic in Geto’s eyes that Shoko, despite knowing him for so long, is not sure she’s ever seen.
“You know why right?” Shoko decides to ask, quirking an accusatory brow at Geto. 
He sighs, shoulders slumping; “that’s why I need to talk to her.”
“Listen,” Shoko figures she’ll just cut straight to the point. She’s never been one to beat around the bush anyways. “If you know that, then you know why I can’t help you. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll answer. I’m not gonna give you anything. Especially because I don’t trust you had nothing to do with it.”
Geto huffs, “you really think I’d do that?” He asks, somewhat terse. “Besides, it’s my name that’s being dragged to the dirt too.”
“We both know nobody has anything negative to say about you or Gojo,” Shoko huffs, shaking her head. “But everyone certainly has plenty to say about Y/N. It’s fucked up. Sukuna’s the one that cheated on her, not the other way around.”
Just thinking about it is enough to get Shoko riled up all over again.
“Horrible things they’re calling her,” she continues, gauging Geto for his reaction. “Just because she’s been hanging out with you and Gojo. So don’t even try and pretend like you feel a shred of what she’s experiencing.”
Geto looks shocked and mildly impressed.
“Is she okay?” Is what he settles with.
Shoko scoffs, “what do you think?”
It looks like Geto wants to say more but doesn’t know what, or figures that it won’t get him any further. With a simple huff, he turns, but instead of heading to his desk like Shoko assumes he will, he turns and walks right out of the classroom.
-
He should’ve figured that Geto would come too.
“She’s not answering your texts either?” Gojo asks, coming to a stop in front of Geto, the both of them stood right by your front door.
“Nope,” Geto offers back shortly, offering a quick glance towards your door.
Gojo nods, slowly, “you know who started it?”
“Nope,” Geto repeats, but then; “figure it’s that Mei Mei girl.”
Gojo tsks, rolling his eyes as he slumps. “She’s awful. Nasty girl.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Geto agrees. Then, he gestures to your door. “Think she’ll answer?”
“I don’t plan on leaving until she does,” Gojo shrugs.
Geto smiles at that – it’s short and strained, but genuine nonetheless. With that, the two boys nod at each other and head up the steps to your front door.
Since Gojo’s in front, he knocks.
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dianagj-art · 2 months ago
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Is there Oneion facts we can know about?
THIS HAS BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG OMG IM SO SORRY, HERE'S SOME FACTS ABOUT THE BABY BOY
(the baby boy in question is ten years older than me)
I'm gonna go canon stuff first, then some fun crossover stuff:
The version that I'm using is 35-ish years old (a few years before the movie events), he's been the leader of the resistance for around a decade
He still has all his brothers and loves them very much, would kill and die for them
Way more chill than One is right now, still a beast on combat
One can manipulate vines only using the seeds Draxum makes, Oneion can summon them at will from the ground with little issue
In the story he mostly goes by Leo now, very few people call him One (but lets keep calling him Oneion to avoid confusion)
The protesis he uses is an old one from Raph, but he outgrew it and gave it to Oneion when he lost his arm. It was a bit ridiculously big for him at the time, it's still a *little* too big for Oneion, but by the time he's 40-something (movie events) its gonna fit right in
The scarf he has is not the same One has, but as One's it was a gift from Draxum, he has carry the same scarf the whole apocalypse
Still has a lot of gold accents on his clothes
He's still the best fighter out of the four turtles
He loves being around kids but doesn't, he's afraid of hurting them. He knows he didn't had a normal childhood but is not 100% aware of what part was normal and ok and what part is not, and he rathers not take a chance and do something wrong.
He ends up enjoying teaching martial arts, tho he doesn't like being called sensei, and he wont spar with anyone bellow his level (again, being afraid of hurting them)
Casey Jr becomes the exception to these
Crossover stuff!
he can and will beat the shit out of One, he knows how much One can take so he's not really worried about that
when the apocalypse started he basically lost contact with the multiverse, so no fun crossovers for him. Until by the power of "@intotheelliwoods started doing fanart of Oneion before I even had finished his design" he had access to the multiverse again!
First of his "old frieds" he saw was Poptart and Sprout (2al huggy leos) and first thing he did was to hug Sprout<3 (well, he first kinda yelled at him but I'll draw that some day)
I don't think he has met again with the rest of the separated council? I don't remember if I've stick him in any crossover situations
he loves hugging Poptart, he's teddy bear size<3 and he'll never get tired of calling him his friend and loving him "the way he deserves" because he still hasn't forgive himself for the shitty way he treated Poptart (dont worry about it)
he fucking destroyed the attempt of a slau/2al crossover time line
he says he's fine by it but he keeps bringing up the "jawbreaker" incident, I dont think he got over it, actually
he hangs out with Sprout a lot
something something, being with Sprout makes him feel like a kid again, and it makes Sprout feel like a kid again because Oneion reminds him of Big Leo
Sprout and Oneion have a spa day, they deserve it<3 they also go shopping together. Also, they are not exactly good at cooking but they try and they love working together on the kitchen
Oneion got the "Oneion" nickname by Sprout and Poptart
he stronk. he can lift Sprout with no problem, and even Toast
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if you wanna have a good time scroll down the besties tag on ell's blog or mine (2)
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sonarspace · 10 months ago
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Hi, I loved your Sukuna works ❤️‍🩹 Maybe you will take my request, what about Sukuna fluff when he is trying to comfort and support you while you’re sick? 🥺 And not like having a flu, but some serious disease? The image of him all harsh and cruel but having a soft spot for reader is doing something to me 😩
WHIPPED LOVERBOY
wc: 1.9k warnings: slight nsfw (f!receiving). blood (reader gets injured). nicknames? not proofread. idk what else to put here 😭 a/n: i think i've read something like this before on a different blog but i can't remember which so i changed it up a bit so as not to cause any problems. i hope you like it and i hope you don’t mind anon :3 a/n pt. 2: italics is for past events.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
sukuna's known to be vicious. the ruthless king. he had no family, one or two friends. he didn't like the idea of forming attachments to anyone. but you. you were different.
he first saw you at a ball the neighboring kingdom held. you were sat by the piano in a light mint green dress that accentuated your curves. in your own world. you played gracefully. he couldn't take his eyes off of you. nobody could. when you stood up to bow, the crowd erupted in claps and cheers. you walked past him leaving him mesmerized. and when he first heard you speak his heart skipped a beat.
it still does. when you're laying beside him calling out his name softly trying to get his attention. "suki. helloooo. sukuna are you listening??" you sigh annoyedly. "yes woman. go on." he smiles at you.
"what are you smiling about?" you look at him confused. "it's not funny 'kuna. it was a really big lizard." he laughs. "you're cute. like a deer. wanna eat you" he grabs your face and starts kissing you all over. bites playfully at your cheek. you chuckle out his name. he pulls back from you slightly and holding eye contact with you he says "you're really pretty." he makes you blush and you try to turn away but he grabs your chin before you can. "and to think you hate being around people," you say to him laughing. "now now, i still do. you're the only one i don't mind." he says stroking your cheek. you hum contentedly.
there's a knock on the door. "master sukuna" a muffled voice calls him out. "be right back," he tells you as he puts on his robe and steps outside of the room.
he comes back after a few minutes with a scowl on his face “i have to leave”. you sit up in bed and look at him with a pout “how long are you going to be gone for?” you ask. he walks over to where you are and sits down “i’m not sure,” he murmurs. it was normal for sukuna to leave for a day or two to handle matters. the longest he’s stayed away from you was five days. but that was only because he had a bet with uruame.
“you’re whipped. guess you can’t stay away from her for longer than two days, huh.” uruame challenges him. “of course i can” sukuna replies with a scoff. “yeah? i bet you 5k, you can’t stay away from her for more than a week.” uruame laughs. “ahh that’s easy money,” he says and they shake hands on it. uruame was right. by the fifth day sukuna felt like he was going insane. he was standing outside of your room contemplating whether or not he should break the bet. he thinks fuck the bet, he needs to see his girl more than he wants to win a bet.
he comes into your room and the way you smile at him and run over to him has his heart melting. why did he even agree to that stupid bet he thinks. he picks you up and leaves kisses all over your face. you sigh as he kisses down your jaw. you stay like that a while. just kissing. looking at each other and smiling stupidly. "can i eat you out?" he blurts out and catches you off guard "damn 'kuna. straight to the point?" you laugh. "please sweetie. it's been a week." he whines almost. "five days, actually" you correct him and he raises an eyebrow at you.
"uruame told me. they bet me that you won't be able to stay away from me for longer than a week. honestly thought you'd be able to do it, but i guess i was wrong. didn't know my boy's crazy about me like this". you say your hand stroking his cheek. "that fucker probably thinks they're so funny going around making bets, huh. going to have to start getting serious again. you've made me soft, woman" he says jokingly. he doesn't mind it at all though.
he kisses you once more. groaning into your mouth. he gets down on his knees. pulling your panties along. leaves kisses up your ankle moving along your inner thigh until he reaches where you need him the most. your pussy glistening. calls his name. he gives it a soft kiss and your hips buck into his mouth. "guess she missed me just as much," he says from under you. he sucks on your clit and you whimper. your hands pulling at his hair. he hums in satisfaction when your hole clenches around his tongue slightly. as uruame suggested, he's whipped and he's completely okay with it.
he sighs as he holds your hand into his. his thumb stroking the back off your hand. “i thought if i stayed put and minded my business, they won’t do anything. but they’ve killed about 20 of my men. it won’t be long before they come here and try to wipe out the entire kingdom. so, i have to leave. i’ll be back as soon i can.”
“let me come with you,” you try. “oh baby, you know i can’t let you do that.” he smiles at you. your eyes move down to look at his hands clasping yours and you bring them up to place a kiss on the back of both his hands. “promise me, you’ll come back to me.” you look at him with tears lining your eyes. “baby i-” he tries to talk but you cut him off. “no sukuna. just promise me please,” you beg him. “okay. okay. i promise.” he gives you a forehead kiss and parts.
it's been two weeks since he sent a letter promising he will be back soon. over three weeks since he’s been gone. you missed him so much. you felt like you were going crazy waiting for him. a knock on your door has your heart beating faster. 'is he back?' you think to yourself. you unlock the door to see uruame. "uruame" you say cheerfully pulling them into a hug as you let out a breath of relief. sukuna must be close you think. “hi honey sukuna sent me. he wanted to let you know he'll be home in two weeks." you don't notice you're crying until uruame wipes your tears. "hey hey now. he'll kill me if he knows i made you cry," uruame holds you close. "he said soon. it’s going to be two months since he left. that isn't soon uruame," you mumble into their chest. "I know babe, he's just helping out the people who live near the border. most of their houses are destroyed, so he decided to stay behind to help them." your heart warms at that. you’ve been asking him to get more involved with his people so they could respect him more than they fear him.
two days till sukuna gets back.
you're laying in bed wearing his undershirt. his four week old letter in your hand. thinking of him. his touch. his lips on yours. his sweet words. his voice. as you go to blow out the candle by your bed, you hear a loud crash from outside. you go over to your window to see where the sound came from. as you open the window, the bells of the palace start ringing. to alarm everyone that there's a threat. uruame comes into your room to take you to the bunker. but it's too late. a cannon ball is coming your way in full speed.
your vision goes black. your ears are ringing as your eyes flutter open. you try standing up and through your bleary vision you can see uruame trying to make their way over to you. the ringing clears and you can hear uruame yelling your name. you try to take step forward until you notice the blood on the floor around you. your hand moves to your stomach. a piece of wood from the broken furniture poking into your abdomen. you look up to uruame who grabs you as you fall down to your knees in pure agony. "stay with me honey," they panic. they rip out a piece of cloth and wrap it tightly around your wound. "uruame, 'kuna," you try to speak but end up coughing instead. "shh honey. you're okay. i've got you. just keep your eyes open for me okay?" they ask you softly. and you nod. "tell sukuna i-" you're about to say but they cut you off "nuh uh. we're not doing all that honey. you're going tell him yourself. you're going to be okay, i promise."
sukuna's pacing beside your unconscious body as the doctor cleans the area around the wound. there was so much blood covering you. sukuna was on his way back tonight to surprise you. he reached the gates of the palace and saw a cannon ball launched towards his wing. your window specifically. his heart dropped to his stomach and he dropped off of his horse and ran like a mad man to get to you. he comes into see uruame carrying your body to the infirmary. "uruame!" he yells running over and taking your unconscious body from their hands. "fuck sukuna. i don't fucking know what happened. one minute everything was fine and then the next minute the room’s blown up and she’s on the ground,” uruame speaks hysterically.
sukuna hisses as the doctor finally pulls out the sharp wood from your abdomen. she doesn't know i love her, he thinks. she can't leave me. fuck. the doctor stitches you up quickly. and pulls down your (his) undershirt. "is she going to be okay doctor," his voice is gruff. "yes master sukuna. she's lost a lot of blood though. so it may take a while for her to wake up."
one day. two days. six days. it's almost been a week and you haven't woken up. he sits by your side the entire time. holding your hand. uruame comes into the room. "master sukuna. we found them." heavy bags under his eyes. "stay here. and call me as soon as she wakes up," he commands uruame and gets up to deal with the people who hurt you.
your eyes open. trying to adjust to the light you blink a few times. looking around. you see uruame's mouth dropped in a slight smile. "honey?" they call out to you. and you hum. their hands wraps around your frame hugging you tightly. “uruame,” you chuckle. “how do you feel?” they ask you leaving a kiss on your forehead. “thirsty,” you rasp. you quickly chug the glass of water they give you and ask “how long have i been asleep for?”
before uruame can answer the door bursts open and sukuna comes rushing in. blood splattered across his top. you didn’t need to ask him who’s blood was splattered across his top you already knew as he makes his way over to you. “sukuna,” you gasp happily. he sits down next you and grabs your hands into his. “my sweet girl. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry you got hurt because of me,” he apologizes profusely, looking into your eyes. “it’s not your fault ‘kuna. you didn’t know this was going to happen.” you try to reassure him. holding his face in your hands. you kiss his nose. and then his lips. “i’m glad you’re back and in one piece,” you smile against his lips. “never leaving you alone again for that long,” he promises quietly.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
a/n pt. 3: hands still fucked up but i wanted to get this out as soon as possible, so im sorry if it’s not up to your expectations 💔. you can always leave some suggestions or any questions you have in my ask box titled “talk to me” on my blog page :).
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lucywritesagain · 3 months ago
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Broken mirrors
꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈﹕Loki masterlist ꒰ ᐢ。- ༝ -。ᐢ ꒱ Navigation ﹕┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱
Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.
Summary: During one of his depressive episodes Loki wonders if someone like him would ever be worthy of you. Will your love be enough to keep him alive?
Word count: 1.1k
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Loki was standing in front of  the mirror that was in his room. He was supposed to accompany you to Tony's birthday party but here he was, blue skin and red eyes, watching his reflection with disgust on his  face. He couldn’t understand why you would ever want to be with him. He promised  he would talk to you if he was having another depressive episode again but you were so excited to attend this party. He didn’t want you to stay because of him. Since the two of you got together all he has wanted was to make you happy. But would a monster like him ever be able to  make you happy?
“Nothing but another stolen relic”  
“Your birthright was to die”
Those words were all he could think about at the moment. The sadness and hopelessness  he felt only seconds ago turned into anger.  Loki looked at himself one more time before shattering the mirror into small pieces. He had no idea when that happened. He can’t remember when his fist decided to crush into it. Seeing his blue hand covered in blood Loki felt empty. He was so caught up in this moment he didn’t even hear when the door opened.
“Loki! I was looking for y-” seeing Loki’s blue face you stopped in your tracks and went completely silent. You then noticed the pieces of, what you assumed, used to be his mirror.
 You knew he was a Jotun but you have never seen him in this form before. Loki didn’t have any time to hide as you barged through the door. He had no time to cover his face or change back to his other form. It was too late for that. Not wanting to see as you fled from the room in terror, Loki closed his eyes and held his breath. But that never happened. You didn't scream nor have you called anyone to help you. He never meant for you to see this side of him. This beast he tried so hard to hide from you. And he ruined it all. You have seen it, there is no going back now. He tried to say something but no words would come out of the gods mouth. Will you leave him, now that you know that he’s a monster? Will you ever speak to him again? The trickster didn’t even notice when the tears started pouring out of his eyes. He couldn’t live knowing you hate him. 
“I didn’t mean to barge in like that,” you said softly “I’m sorry if I scared you” he looked at you confused. Why were you apologizing to HIM? Loki was the one who should be begging for  forgiveness on his knees.
 You knew how hard it was for him to accept his heritage. Wanting to comfort him you put your hand on his shoulder but Loki jumped away from you as if your touch was burning his skin.
“Please don’t touch me! I don’t want to hurt you” he shouted and walked backwards until his back hit the wall. “I-I never meant for you to see me li-like this. I-I’m so sorry”
 Your heart broke when you noticed how terrified he was. His red eyes were glassy because of the tears and his hands were shaking. The trickster started to feel dizzy and he couldn’t breathe properly. He hadn’t had a panic attack in a while and this one felt particularly bad. Noticing the sudden change of his body language you quickly figured out what was happening. The god collapsed on the floor and hid his head between his knees. You walked to him and kneeled down. You have seen him having an attack like that and knew what he needed. 
“It’s ok,” you said gently embracing him. He was still too afraid to touch you and stiffened at the contact of your warm body. “I know what you are thinking about and I want you to know that I am not afraid of you. I need you to breathe, ok” he closed his eyes again and nodded rapidly.
It took you some time to calm him down but after a while his breathing went back to normal. You knew how much he loved it when you played with his hair so you started to comb his raven black locks with your fingers. You two stayed like that for a few minutes until Loki spoke again.
“How are you not scared?” he still wouldn’t look you in the eyes but  was watching your every move. “I’m a monster! A beast! People on Asgard tell their children how terrible and scary we are! Could you ever want to be with something like me?”
“Loki, I will always want you,” you cupped his face with your hands and made him look at you “I know we haven’t been together for long but I want you to know that I love you, Loki” you confessed, softly caressing his cheeks. “I love you no matter what gender or colour you are or from which planet you came from.”  Trickster’s eyes were once again filled with tears but this time there were the tears of happiness. He knew you cared about him but he has never dared to dream about love  “You see this?” you asked taking one of his blue hands in yours “You can’t hurt me, Loki. I know you would never do that to me. And believe me when I say that you are no monster.”
“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.” he said and hugged you tightly. “I love you. More than you could ever imagine….” he whispered and the two of you stayed like that for some time, silently crying in each other’s arms. You slowly pulled away and wiped your tears.
“By the way, it really suits you.” you announced with a smile
“What do you mean?” Loki asked confused
“The colour blue,” you said as your index finger was gently tracing the markings on his skin. “it really suits you. Especially since your eyes are red. They are a great combination” he looked at you with love and adoration. 
“I was wondering,” you continued, “do those markings mean something? They are exquisite. And do your eyes somehow help you see better in the dark? Do you have a night vision or something like tha-” you stopped talking when you felt Loki’s lips on yours.
 Putting your hands around his neck you deepened the kiss. His hands were softly caressing your back and pulled you as close to his body as physically possible. Although he radiated cold you didn’t mind at all because you wouldn’t have it any other way. 
You didn’t know this at the time but that night you saved his life and gave him hope. With that single confession you made him want to live again...
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batmanisagatewaydrug · 5 months ago
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Ok, I'm gonna preface by saying I am being brave and REALLY stepping out of my comfort zone asking this. Also, this is a bit hard to phrase, so bear with me. Every time I do anything remotely sexual I feel Dread. Like, if I masturbate I will feel a sinking feeling in my stomach as if something bad is going to happen. This happens as well if I touch my nipples or get aroused. I don't get aroused often, (asexual) but I hate when I do because of this.
I don't know what's causing this, and I don't know if it's normal or if you know of this happening to anyone else. I don't expect you to know exactly why I'm dealing with this, obviously, but I'm really just confused. I don't miss masturbating or anything, Its not as if I've lost my libido and want it back. I just want to get read of the Dread! Have you heard of this happening to anyone else? Is there something wrong? If there is, I'm a minor and I really can't bring this up with a therapist (I have bigger fish to fry.) Do you have any advice, or is it a "don't do that if it hurts" situation? I'm perfectly fine just waiting to see if it goes away and I'm not super worried about it, but I am curious. Thank you!
(P.S: I can confidently say that me experiencing this feeling of dread is not linked to any sexual trauma. I really haven't experienced anything close to that.)
hi anon,
so I would like to. very gently. push back on the idea that this isn't something that should be brought up with a therapist, because this is absolutely a mental issue that is absolutely 100% impacting your quality of life and does not seem likely to go away on its own.
I fundamentally do not believe in attempting to diagnose anyone with anything on my blog, because I'm not qualified to do that and it would be irresponsible to pretend otherwise, but what you're describing sounds a lot like my own experiences with extremely bad anxiety and the experiences some close friends have had with OCD. that's not to say that you necessarily have either of those things! but it is a good indicator that what you're experiencing here is something substantial enough to be worth addressing with a professional who can help you worth through it.
so to answer your questions: yes I've heard of something like this and yes there's something wrong; the answer to both is "mental illness, babe." please take that seriously, babe; you deserve to live a life in which you don't experience Dread just from touching your own body.
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olderthannetfic · 8 months ago
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The moment it really clicked with me how downhill online etiquette had gone was when I realized we were all collectively expected to put our personal info or content warnings in our bios. Why? If you don’t want to see certain content from certain people filter out tags. If that blog doesn’t use tags and you require filtering then just don’t follow that blog or block them. No but that is not good enough. I have to tell everyone LOUDLY that I reblog nsfw content because ‘think of the 16 year old children’ or whatever. Okay. Those teenager children can also just filter out tags I am not required to list my personal information or to put a neon NSFW sign in my description for that to happen.
Just use the tags. We’ve always had that why do people now require my blog description give them warning? Why can’t you be responsible for yourselves?
My advice to anyone reading this is the same advice I would give someone online 10 years ago. Do not advertise your personal information online. That’s just my opinion and I’m not changing my habits because some would be bully thinks it’s “sus” not to.
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Honestly, I think we expect to take things in at a glance far too much too.
If I suddenly started posting tons of explicit images, sure, that could be annoying since it would be a change. But I've had tons of people send me weird asks demanding that I explain my blog to them or being confused about why such-and-such is on here when such-and-such is routinely on here.
When I'm curious about someone, I usually scroll through a couple of months of their tumblr to see what sorts of things they normally post. Even then, it might take some time of interacting with them before I have a sense of who they are.
That's how learning a person or a space works.
But a lot of people expect to see cliff notes in the sidebar and for these to have been updated recently with great accuracy.
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ginevrapng · 1 year ago
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ur blog brings me so much comfort!! can i pls request james potter the man himself who’s so big and strong and he’s so attractive and people wonder why he’s with u but neither he no the marauders stand for it and he comforts the hell out of u when it insecure about how chubby you are and he thinks you’re the most beautiful girl and you body is honest to god a bonus
sorry i NEED comfort
love u
sometimes it's hard to stay positive about your body and self image, you try you best but you know people wonder how you're dating the famous popular james potter, why he's with you. sometimes you become insecure about your relationship, you know that people wonder why you're together because he can 'do so much better' and sometimes you wonder the same. james is popular for a reason, he's strong and attractive and charismatic so you wonder why he's even with you. why would he settle for the chubby girl when he can have anyone he wants?
little did you know the marauders do not stand by when they hear people talk negatively about you, they say to you they'll be more careful with pranks now they're older but they take that back when they overhear someone say something about your relationship with james, really those people are lucky that james doesn't hex them.
today's one of your worst days, you're more insecure than you normally are and you're overthinking your whole relationship. james spots you in the courtyard and he can practically see the cogs turning in your head, "are you alright sweetheart?" you jump as you hear james' voice.
"i'm fine james," you mumble and smile unconvincingly.
james' eyebrows furrow in worry. "c'mon love, let's go back to my room." he holds onto your elbow gently and pulls you along lightly. you can't help yourself but turn to the the windows that line the classroom walls where you frown as you see yourself in the reflection.
james is worried but doesn't want to push you in saying something you're not ready to say, he wants you to feel safe enough to tell him, he's in no rush so when you get back to his dorm he shuts the door and smiles sweetly at you before he sits onto the bed. you play with the sleeves of your jumper and look down. james pats the bed next to him as you stand above him not moving.
"okay," you say quietly and make your way to the bed, you lean on his shoulder and turn your head away from him before so he doesn't see your face. he holds onto you tightly to try and comfort you but you just think about how much bigger you are than him. "james why are you with me?" you whisper.
"what?" james says confused, maybe he's misheard you.
you repeat yourself, "why are you with me?"
"why wouldn't i be with you?"
"you could have anyone you want james why me?"
" 'cause i love you, you silly billy."
"don't call me that loser," you mumble. james grins as he hears you call him a loser. he lifts you up and pulls you onto his lap. "james what are you doing?! put me down, i'm too heavy!" you say loudly, already trying to get out of his grasp but he's holding onto your love handles tightly.
"is this what this is about sweetheart? you think you're too heavy." you turn your head away from him, not wanting him to see your face. james cups your cheek gently and moves you he can see you. you stay silent and james kisses you forehead, "you're not too heavy in the slightest. i could carry you with one hand." he strokes your cheek and kisses you again.
"you're wrong, i'm too heavy james i'll hurt you. i don't know why you're even with me i'm chubby and not thin like other girls," you let out your feelings.
"sweetheart do you really think i have a problem with your weight?" he says delicately.
"who wouldn't?" you ask, trying not to cry.
james tries to resist laughing at the notion. "i'm sorry love but that is the most ridiculous thing i have ever heard."
"what are you talking about?"
"i love you and your body. do you really not know how hot you are?"
you twiddle with your fingers, "james stop that's not true. not my body."
he can't stop himself from laughing this time, although he immediately apoligises after. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to laugh it's just hilarious that you think i have a problem with your weight."
you start getting annoyed now, you feel like he's laughing at you and not being genuine in his compliments. "what are you even talking about james? just stop it."
"i'm saying that i love you and i think you're beautiful, your body is a bonus, a big bonus," he says earnestly. before you can interrupt him with your insecurities and doubts he keeps talking about you and continues praising you. "you're super soft and i love hugging you, you're so squishy. when you sit down and your thighs expand oh my god, it's so hot and i love how i can lay down on them and you play with my hair, it's so comfortable i could fall asleep." your face heats up as you hear him ramble, you realise he's not even focused on comforting you at this point, he's just distracted about how much he loves you and can't help himself but talk about it. he's just carried away and in his own world talking about how perfect you are in his eyes and how your body in his words is 'a big bonus'.
"when you cheer for me in quidditch matches you whoop and cheer and jump up and down, i can't help but get distracted as i see your pretty face in the crowd and the upper half of your body, which i can see, jiggle as you jump. it's so hard as captain because i should have complete focus on the game but i'm just thinking about afterwards when i can see you and kiss you. oh and when i grab your love handles and pull you towards me at random moments of the day, bloody hell i love hearing your little gasp in surprise as i feel your plush body pressed against my harder and stronger one." you smile at that as he talks about his own body and his confidence, you really are complete opposites in that sense.
"your tummy rolls are super cute and your pudgy arms are so biteable, just wanna give 'em a big old bite and leave a pretty mark for my pretty girl. and don't even get me started on your stretch marks-" you start giggling at his rambling.
"don't get started on my stretch marks jamie," you interrupt and as he sees you cheerfully smile, he grins in return. "thank you james," you press your forehead against his and hold onto him.
"it's okay love, honestly i got super carried away and distracted and i just wanted to talk about you," he nuzzles the crook of your neck.
"i could tell," you giggle.
"it's all true though. i really do love everything about you, you're the sweetest inside and out." he squeezes you.
"i love you too james, you're the best boyfriend in the world." he smiles gleefully in return.
"let's get into bed," he says suddenly standing up and picking you with him.
you gasp not expecting it, "it's the middle of the day jamie."
"yeah but it's winter and i want a cuddle." you can never say no to a cuddle with james.
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i'm so glad my blog brings you comfort and i really hope you like this and brings you comfort too!! it brought me comfort and i wrote it asdfghjk. this became longer than intended but i got carried away a bit.
love you too<3
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kumeramen · 2 years ago
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⊹˚. ShiSaku Fic Recommendations ٠ ࣪⭑
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Another ShiSaku fic recommendations thanks to @cherrycrow4ever for the good deal of fanfics they suggested and @sumisai-blog, even it's just one rec thank you nonetheless~🙏
Note : While it's fic recs for ShiSaku, there're some contains MultiSaku pairing which can be seen stated just below the fic's title so it won't cause confusion. Most are mature/adult content but will stated the rating regardless, enjoy the reading!
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❥ ⌈ Crossfade [SERIES] • She_Who_Only_Knows_War ⌋
Rating : M / E || Modern AU
Sakura's going through a breakup. She joins Shisui on a drive as he waits for Itachi and Izumi to sober up.
❥ ⌈ Shut Up and Dance • sleepyfox ⌋
Rating : E || Modern AU
Sakura is desperate for a place to stay, and would do just about anything for a door she can shut in the face of anyone who pisses her off. Shisui hates being alone, and his apartment is too big for just him. It only makes sense that she should move in, right?
Crow is a famous YouTuber who posts dance videos and is known for never speaking or revealing his face to protect his identity. CherryBomb is a fan and dancer herself, and when she starts posting her own videos in response to Crow's, it sparks a friendly public rivalry and a far more private friendship. As their relationship deepens, they promise to remain anonymous where it matters most, because what they have is all they need... Right?
❥ ⌈ And So We Burn • sleepyfox ⌋
Rating : E || Pairing : MultiSaku (Haruno Sakura/Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Shisui) || Canon divergence AU
Shisui isn't surprised to see little Cherry-chan all grown up with a take no shit attitude, but he is surprised by how much he likes it. Turns out, she's just his type.
“Another Uchiha, Blossom? You seem to have a thing for guys with the Sharingan."
❥ ⌈ Would you... • Espoiretreves ⌋
Rating : E || Canon divergence AU
Sakura has no time to date. Shisui has no restraints. An injury brought them closer and their story begins.
❥ ⌈ Take Me Or Leave Me • AsterKnightengale ⌋
Rating : E || Pairing : MultiSaku (Kakasaku/ItaSaku/ShiSaku/GenSaku) || Canon divergence AU
“With the last of my power, I will take everything from you, as you have from me. This I curse you.” Everything around Sakura went black. She was falling, her legs tumbling from beneath her. It all went by so quickly she couldn’t even bring herself to scream.
When Sakura opened her eyes she was back on the grass though flat on her back this time. Slowly she sat up, a hand clutching her head that was pounding. She looked around and panic gripped her chest like a vice. “Sasuke? Naruto?” She turned to the ledge her team leader was and found it absent. “Kakashi-sensei?”
❥ ⌈ make me lose my breath (hit me hard) • onemorepineapple ⌋
Rating : M || Modern AU
She should have known she was doomed when she punched him in the face and he thanked her for it.
❥ ⌈ Flowers still bloom • jimmythemystic ⌋
Rating : T || Post-war AU
After the death of Sasuke and Naruto during the War, Sakura is only alive because she's pretty sure if she hadn't pulled herself off the ground, Kakashi would have buried himself beside them. And what would the village do without their Hokage?
Life in the village is starting to go back to normal. By chance, Sakura encounters someone long thought lost by the village. Can life, and love, bloom again?
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❣ Are there more fics suggestion? Feel free to add more! This post is purely made just to recommend readers not to missed out any good worth fics to read— The more fics to recommend, the merrier~💕
❣ Not to forget, as always, happy reading!
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alohajun · 1 year ago
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HIIIII i'm coming back again to request bcos i really REALLY missed reading treasure fics hehe (your blog is one of my faves btw! ♡)
anyways, i just had this idea for a scenario when i saw 0104's pics on han river recently!! can i request a haruto scenario wherein you are hanging out with the 0104 guys (OR MAYBE EVEN T5) and bf!haruto just kinda got a little jealous when you give him no attention because jeongwoo/junghwan just entertains you so much and you give them all the attention becayse they're like dongsaengs to you??? TT
their bond really makes me cry they truly are the cutest <3 ANYWAY no pressure on this!! stay safe!!!!!!
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♡ I’M NOT JEALOUS! — WATANABE HARUTO
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bf!haruto x fem!reader | wc : 0.7k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, fluff, mild angst, playful teasing, jealousy | loki's lines : this one was long overdue, i'm sorry 😭
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“jealous? me? pfft. never. what would i be jealous about?”
watanabe haruto shook his head as you raised your brows, challenging him to confess his true feelings.
while you were at the han river, you tried teaching jeongwoo how to ride a bike, since the younger had confided in you, letting you know he didn’t know how.
but your biking lessons seemed to be disturbed by your boyfriend, haruto.
the raven-haired male was stuck to your side like glue, making it impossible to teach his best friend.
“ruto, seriously. get it together.” you smiled, amused by his behavior. “i was just teaching him how to ride a bike. why are you being jealous?”
“shut up, i’m not jealous!”
“oh, you’re so jealous.”
haruto frowned. “am not!” he shook his head. “i’m not jealous; i’m being absolutely reasonable,” he explained, making you burst into a fit of giggles.
“no, you are not!” you laughed, shaking your head. “this isn't reasonable at all.”
“stop laughing!” haruto whined, brows furrowed in annoyance. “so what if i'm jealous? what then, huh?!”
you smiled. “really, ruto? are you jealous? of jeongwoo? seriously?” you asked, your voice was quiet as you spoke.
“maybe i am a little jealous, okay? honestly, though, who wouldn’t be?”
“jealousy doesn’t suit you, my love. don't fret your pretty head over all this.”
haruto sighed, covering his face in embarrassment as he thought over the situation he got himself into.
he never meant to get jealous like this. he knew you were just helping jeongwoo, but he couldn't help the way he felt.
haruto trusted you both, but when you took this much care of jeongwoo, haruto couldn't help but feel jealous of the attention his best friend received from you.
“gosh, i never would have thought i’d ever be jealous about things like this,” he grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. “you must think i’m stupid, huh?”
you nodded, giggling at the way your boyfriend’s face fell. “you are stupid. stupid, because i can’t believe you don’t know how much i love you.” you smiled widely.
“really? you mean that?” he asked, confused.
“hey, look at me.” you held his face in your hands. “i’m yours, and no one can change that, okay? i love you, not anyone else. you.”
“i love you, y/n.” haruto smiled, leaning closer as he placed his lips against yours. “thank you for making me feel better.”
before you could respond, jeongwoo’s voice grabbed the attention of you two, and you turned towards him as you watched him ride his bicycle around in circles.
“look, y/n! ruto!” he yelled, excited. “i’m riding a bike!”
the two of you exchanged proud looks, excitedly cheering in unison as you watched the younger male do his first solo bike ride.
jaehyuk and asahi watched you all from the sides, glad you two talked it out and everything was back to normal.
they were worried when you dragged haruto to the side, having noted the male’s odd behavior, but seeing you two in big smiles assured them everything was fine.
“i never knew haruto was the jealous type,” jaehyuk admitted, amused. “that too, jealous of jeongwoo.”
asahi shrugged. “eh, there are days where you crave more affection than the rest. today was one of those days for haruto,” he explained.
“i’m glad they sorted it out, though.”
“yeah, me too.”
jeongwoo biked towards the couple, beaming as he looked at you. “y/n, you wanna race? i think i can beat you,” he challenged, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“oh, like heck you can! i literally taught you how to ride a bike.” you scoffed, grabbing your bike and sitting on it. “you think you can outdo the master?!”
“i don’t think i can beat you. i know i can!”
“you are so on, park jeongwoo!”
haruto stared between the two of you, shaking his head with a smile. “now, what happened to the conversation we were just having?” he asked, pretending to be upset.
you bit back a smile. “woo is like my brother, ruto. you are my boyfriend.” you shrugged. “bros before hoes, dude!” you announced, pedaling away with jeongwoo as fast as you could.
watanabe haruto stood in his spot, shell-shocked, as he watched his girlfriend and best friend laugh at his expressions. he placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he looked at them.
“this is outrageous, y/n! i demand more attention! you said you love me!”
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billwidoll · 6 months ago
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Author's Notes: This is the simplest and cutest story I've ever done, Warnings: Loneliness and heartbreak
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It was summer on the Outer Banks and it was also the hottest day of the year. Everyone was at the beach or the pool, but unfortunately you were in the kitchen working like a slave. You worked at the rich people's restaurant, you hated working there, but you were humiliated a lot by your ex-boyfriend, Rafe Cameron.
He was Prince Kook, he commanded and dismantled anyone, and you left him because he was very possessive and jealous of you. And his favorite revenge was going to the restaurant he worked at And treat you like a maid, and you've had enough of that
"Y/N! Table 8 has a Whiskey without ice!" Your chef yells at you, and you roll your eyes but go hand over the glass of whiskey
Arriving close to table eight, you saw him, Rafe, 'of course it was him ordering the glass of whiskey' you thought
"Excuse me, sir, here's your Glass of Whiskey with ice" You say, forcing a smile and giving the glass to Rafe
"Oh...see, my girlfriend pouring me a glass of whiskey" Rafe says with a disgusting smile on his face
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"I'm not your girlfriend anymore Rafe, I broke up with you, you idiot" you say, raising your voice a little
Rafe was still smiling 'he was a demon' When you were about to leave Rafe calls you again
"today there will be the eclipse princess, I reserved a perfect place to see it, if you want to go.."
Rafe was inviting you to see the eclipse, he knew you liked that science and planet stuff
"no Rafe, ask those whores to go in my place" you say without looking at him, you wanted to go but you didn't trust Rafe
"No my love, you are the only one, yes you will!" Rafe speaks making you take a deep breath
"Okay Rafe, I accept, but without any grace, do you hear me?" You speak rigidly and finally leave the place
You accepted, because you knew Rafe wouldn't leave you alone. So you accepted
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It was late, and there were 10 minutes left before the eclipse appeared, and Rafe was already in the place he had reserved. And he was impatient that you hadn't arrived yet, and he thought you might have Gave up on him again.
But that changed when you showed up at the place Rafe asked you to show up at. And you were beautiful and light, but your face was confused
You came across Rafe surrounded by flowers and candles, and the place had no one, for a moment you thought about running away, but you had butterflies in your stomach
"hello...did I exaggerate?" Rafe asks with a shy look and that makes you tense.
"What Exaggerated Exactly?" You say, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Look, I want to be very sincere and direct, this is my redemption for you"
Rafe speaks a little stuttered and with a shaky voice
"Rafe....our relationship..." You try to speak, but Rafe interrupts you
"No, I made mistakes in the past, and when you broke up with me, I thought it would be normal, but I couldn't stop thinking about you, much less smelling you on my blanket" Rafe says and that makes the Your heart flutters and races
"I was just going to that restaurant, to see you and I despised you to hear your voice, but I knew that otherwise you would treat me formally"
Rafe takes your hand and softens it, waiting for you to react.
"you hurt me... you broke my heart... but I still love you, you idiot" you say, grabbing his neck and attacking him in a sweet, soft and addictive kiss.
And when the kiss happens, you feel the sun and moon forming, meaning the eclipse was happening. And that makes you two stop kissing for a while, and look up seeing the radiant and beautiful phenomenon
"I love you Y/N" Rafe says looking at you and smiling
"I love you too Rafe..." you say kissing him again
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