#like oh i see that's where your priorities are huh. that's how you think about yourself

[astranauticus]

i don't have the screenshots on hand because this is just a thought i needed to let out after being woken up by my buildings fire alarm at 7am (i am in shambles, thanks for asking) but back at the start of canto 7 i was trying to figure out what in the Fuck hong lu meant by don quixote being 'the most lucid' of the sinners and eventually my read was that she's the one who's most clear on what she wants because hong lu brought up how her eyes are sparkling and the two times dante notes someone's eyes sparkling in that episode (?) were when don talks about saving all the people in la manchaland and when charon says she wants to eat candy at an amusement park, and also this would very nicely mirror the bit in the final sancho fight when dante ruminates about how so far they've been trying to help the sinners out of their issues by figuring out what they want and then promising it to them but with sancho she doesn't want anything because everything she's wanted as don quixote was part of that dream that she's now woken up from (especially with dulcinae talking at length about the difference between sancho and don's eyes)

but like..... there's one other thing about eyes that dante notices in that early episode

so i'm wondering if this is an idea that's gonna come back in canto 8, that dante's old tricks aren't going to work here either because hong lu just doesn't really want anything for himself when he's been living his whole life surrendering (hah) himself to being used by other people for their own goals

[pedroscurls]

training partners (pt. 16)

summary: an article comes out about you and your relationship with hugh while he's away and you know just exactly who it was. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: reader's insecurities come back, brief mention of physical abuse (not with hugh!), mention of age gap, implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.8k a/n: so... jack is back y'all and we've got a few more parts left of this story, so stay tuned! as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part.

Hugh’s been gone for a couple of weeks now and you both manage to create a routine to speak with each other every day, depending on the time zone that he’s in. He continues to send you photos of where he’s been, wishing that you were with him, but despite the distance, it never does feel like he’s away. Hugh makes sure that you know that you’re his priority and you never have to second guess what he’s doing or where he’s at because he’s always communicating with you.

You’ll send him a text every morning you wake up, counting down the days until he gets home. You spend most of your time either editing, at a photoshoot, or working out with your personal trainer. It helps to keep yourself busy because the home you now share with Hugh is just too big for you alone. You miss his presence, miss his touch, falling asleep and waking up in his arms. 

You miss him. 

Today, though, you have nothing planned and you know Hugh has a day off from press so you decide to give him a call through FaceTime. He’s in Brazil, which just happens to be only two hours ahead. Dialing his number, you’re sitting out on the balcony, eating your dinner while watching the sun set. This still doesn’t feel real, like one day you’re going to wake up and realize it was all just a dream. 

You hear his voice and then look down to see him through your phone, your entire face lighting up at the sight of him. You prop your phone against your water bottle and take another bite of pasta as you bring a leg up on the seat. 

“Hey, baby,” he says with a smile. “Whatcha eating?” 

“Made some pasta,” you answer, showing him your bowl. “Eating out on the balcony, watching the sunset. Wish you were here though.” 

“I know,” Hugh sighs. “Wish I was there too. Just two more weeks, baby, then I’ll be home.”

You nod and then set your fork down, turning your entire attention on the man through your screen. “Just two more weeks,” you repeat. “How’s it going so far?”

“It’s been so much fun,” he answers. “Ryan likes to bring you up in every conversation we have almost daily,” Hugh chuckles. “Says you should be here with us, with me… and I agree with him.”

You laugh quietly and shake your head. “We both know that if you had it your way, I’d have gone with you.”

“Well…” Hugh smiles, leaning back against the bed that he’s lying on. “I did say you should come with me.”

“You know, usually the honeymoon phases out by now…” you tease. “I think you’re obsessed with me, Hugh Jackman.” 

He laughs quietly, turning to lie on his side instead as he keeps the phone facing him. He is so enamored with you, that even through a simple FaceTime call, he can feel the amount of love he has for you. You’re so beautiful, the sunset casting a glow around you. 

“Oh, I’m obsessed with you, huh?” 

“Oh yeah,” you grin. “What is it about me, hm?” 

“Everything,” he answers honestly. “I can’t just pick one thing, baby.” 

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you wrap an arm around your leg and rest your chin on your knee. “Still the smooth talker, I see.” 

Hugh rolls his eyes playfully. “I’m just tellin’ the truth.”

“I love you,” you blurt out instead.

His eyes light up – he’d never get tired of hearing you say those words. “I love you too, baby.”

“You know, the house feels so empty without you,” you admit. “I don’t know how you lived here all by yourself.”

“It was hard,” Hugh answers. “Kept myself busy most of the time, but you– you’ve made it a home. A place where I want to spend most of my days at, as long as you’re there.” 

“When you say things like that, it makes me want to kiss you. So, what am I supposed to do if you aren’t here?” you smile. 

“Use your imagination,” he teases. 

“Ah, so I guess I’ll just have to entertain myself.”

Hugh’s gaze darkens as he shakes his head. “Don’t you dare tease me.”

“Or what? You’re not here,” you grin mischievously, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. 

“Guess you’ll find out when I get home then, won’t you?” 

“Fine,” you huff. “My fingers and toy aren’t the same anyway.” 

“Y–You have a toy?” 

You giggle. “Actually bought one a couple of days ago. Figured we could try it out together when you get back.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you grin excitedly. 

Hugh groans. “Two more weeks… just two more weeks.” 

You laugh to yourself and then tilt your head, eyes staring at the screen. You wish you could reach out to him, to feel his strong arms around you. “Got a full day of interviews tomorrow?” 

Hugh nods. “Yeah, but you know I’ll make time to give you a call.”

“I know, Hugh,” you smile. “But it’s fine if you don’t, you know. I know you’re busy and–”

“You know I can’t go a day without talking to you, baby,” Hugh interrupts. “I’m never too busy for you.” 

“I know, I just–” you sigh. “Just don’t want you to feel like you have to talk to me if you’re tired.”

“Never,” he answers. “Never too tired to talk to you. I’m already miserable without you here. If I don’t get to talk to you every day, I think I’d lose my mind.” 

“Okay, Hugh,” you nod. “My perfect man.”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Hopefully only perfect for you.” 

“Oh, I think you’re it,” you admit with a smile. 

“Yeah?” he grins. “You mean that?” 

“Oh yeah,” you nod. “So don’t go and break my heart, okay?”

“I don’t ever plan to, baby,” he answers. “Because I think you’re it for me too.”

“Yeah, I wish you were here,” you sigh. “This would be a perfect moment to kiss you.”

Hugh chuckles. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too. Just two more weeks,” you repeat. “Then you’re all mine.”

“Oh, I can’t wait. We’re not leaving the house for a week, at least,” he winks.

“What did you have in mind we do for an entire week?” you ask innocently. 

“I think it’d be better to show you when I get back,” he grins. 

“Well, I can’t wait,” you smile. “You should probably get some rest, Hugh. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”

Hugh nods. “Yes, baby. I’ll give you a call tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too. Good night, Hugh.”

“Night, baby. Sweet dreams.” 

“I’ll be dreaming of you,” you wink.

“Good because I’ll be dreaming of you too.”

—

A week later, you’re sitting on the bed re-reading the story about your relationship with Hugh in a well-known online published article. You can feel tears stinging your eyes, can feel your hands tremble as you read every single untrue word.

They call you a gold digger due to the age gap. 

They say that you’re too ugly to be with someone like Hugh. 

They say that Hugh’s only having fun with you. 

That the relationship isn’t serious. 

That you’re not enough. 

That he’s going to realize that he deserves better than a nobody like you. 

And the words stay with you because it all sounds so familiar. You’ve heard it before and there’s a dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize who might be behind this article. 

An article that’s now gaining more and more traction. You shouldn’t have googled Hugh’s name because all you can see in the search results are different variations of the same article. With your name plastered all over. 

You’re only with him for his money. 

The age gap is too ridiculous and Hugh’s just messing around after his divorce. 

You’re not enough. 

You’re not enough. 

You’re not enough. 

You finally toss your phone aside and curl into the sheets, eyes staring out the large window. You’ve never felt more alone than you did now. You can hear your phone ringing but you don’t bother trying to answer it; you just want to disappear and you certainly can’t call Hugh. 

You can’t tell him; he’s already got other things to worry about. 

Your tears trickle down your cheeks and stain your pillow as your breathing picks up. The article brings up a lot of feelings that you’ve tried so hard to work through because you know who’s behind it. 

Jack.

It’s always going to be Jack. He just can’t leave you alone. Despite him being the one to end the relationship and the one who has verbally and physically abused you, he’s still acting like you’re the one who hurt him. 

It just seems like he can’t let you go, like he still has to have some control over you. 

Your phone goes off again and you turn around to grab it, seeing Hugh’s contact on your screen. You don’t answer, afraid that he’s going to tell that something’s wrong so instead, you send him a quick text to let him know that you’re busy editing and that you’d call him back once you’re finished. 

It’s a lie and you hate lying to him, but you can’t tell him the truth. You can’t tell him that there’s rumors about you, about your relationship with him and how you want (and need) him so badly to be here. 

He reads your message, but instead of sending a reply, he just calls you again. You don’t answer, letting it go straight to voicemail. He doesn’t leave a message, but you see that he’s begun typing – the three dots appearing on your text thread with him. 

Four simple words. He texts four simple words that make your heart ache even more: You’re lying. Call me. 

With a heavy sigh, you wipe your tears away and then begin to dial his number. It barely rings once before he answers the phone, his voice immediately coming on the other end of the speaker.  

“You saw it,” he says. 

“Yeah.” You don’t need him to clarify what he’s referring to because you know exactly what he’s talking about. 

“I know you’re not okay, so don’t tell me that you are.” 

“Well, what else am I supposed to say, Hugh?” 

“The truth,” he answers. 

“What good will that do? You’re not here.” 

You hear him sigh. His voice sounds tired. “Baby, please. Just–”

“It was Jack,” you interrupt. 

“What?” 

“The article. It was Jack. It’s gotta be.” Your voice trembles. “I’ll be fine and–”

“I’m coming home,” Hugh says. 

“You have one more week left of press.”

“I don’t care. You matter more. I’m coming home,” he repeats. 

“Hugh–”

“No,” he interrupts. “Don’t defend him again. You shouldn’t even be defending him.” 

“I’m not.”

“Then tell me what’s on your mind!” He raises his voice and your eyes fall shut, gripping the phone close to your ear. You know that he’s frustrated at being so far from you, for allowing you to deal with this all by yourself. He should be there with you. He needs to be there with you. “I’m sorry, baby. I just– Fuck, I feel helpless here.” 

“Well, I’m feeling helpless too,” you admit. “That article… Those rumors, maybe some of them are true. Maybe you do deserve better than me.” 

“Stop.” Hugh sighs. “You know that’s not true.” 

“You’re you and I’m just… I’m just me.” 

You can hear ruffling on the other end of the phone and when he goes to speak again, his voice sounds more distant, like he’s not holding the phone directly to his ear anymore. “I’m coming home. I already told Ryan and Shawn.” 

“Hugh,” you sigh. “Baby, please.” 

“No,” he says. “Don’t you think that article hurts me too?”

“B– Because of your reputation? Because of what it says about you?” 

“No,” he sighs. “Because of what it says about you. It’s not fucking true. None of it is, and it hurts me because I know that it’s hurting you. So, yes, I’m coming home so that I can be there with you.”  

You don’t answer because you finally feel yourself begin to break down. You put the phone on speaker and set it aside, burying your face into your hands as you let out an inaudible sob. 

“Baby?”

“Don’t come home,” you finally answer. “Let me– Let me handle this on my own. Let me work through this on my own. Please, Hugh.” 

“Baby,” Hugh sighs. “I can’t–”

“Hugh, I need to do this for myself. Please, can you do that for me?” 

“I don’t want to,” he answers. 

“I know, but you need to.” 

“I can hear you crying, baby.” 

“It just hurts. All of it, but I can do this,” you sniffle. You want so badly to just feel his arms around you. 

Hugh sighs in defeat. “I love you,” he whispers quietly. “So much, okay?” 

“I know,” you answer with a slightly trembling voice. “I know you do.”

“I won’t come home today, but I will be home by the end of the week. Can we come to that compromise?” 

“Yeah,” you answer. “I think that’s okay.” 

“You know you’re the best person I’ve ever met, right?” Hugh asks. “You’re kind, thoughtful, considerate… so passionate and I love everything about you. Flaws and all.” 

“Even when I get into my own head and–”

“Yes,” he interrupts. “And I wish that you can see what I see in you, what everyone sees in you.” 

You shut your eyes and imagine him there with you, arms wrapped around your frame, lips near your ear as he whispers. You lie on your side and wrap the sheets further around your frame as you keep the phone on speaker. 

“I’m sorry I’m broken…”

“Baby,” he sighs. “You’re not broken, and you shouldn’t be apologizing. Someone who you trusted, who you loved, hurt you over and over again. He manipulated you, took advantage of you and–” he has to stop himself from talking because he can feel himself getting angrier and angrier. “Jack never deserved your love. He never deserved you.” 

“Hugh…” you whisper. “I love you.” His words awakens something inside of you, something that you never thought existed. You thought you had done a lot of reflection on your relationship with Jack, but you never looked at it from your perspective in this way. You always wondered what you could have done differently, what you could have changed about yourself that it wasn’t until you met Hugh that you realized the issue was never you. 

It was Jack. 

And it will always be Jack. 

“I’ll be home soon, okay?” Hugh sighs. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Hugh,” you sigh. “More than you ever know.” 

“I’m one lucky man, I’ll tell you.” He replies. 

You bite your lower lip and take your phone off speaker to bring it close to your ear instead. “I’ll call you later?” You ask. 

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be here.” 

“Got another full day of press?”

He sighs. “I have time for you. Always will.” 

“You sure?” 

“Positive, baby.” 

—

For the rest of the day, you steer clear from your phone and laptop. The only time you’d reach for it is to respond to a text from Hugh or from your trainer. You distract yourself by watching movies, but even in the living room, you’re missing Hugh’s presence. 

The movies only do so much for so long when your mind begins to drift to Jack. For the longest time, you’ve tried so hard to ignore it, to just move on without ever reflecting on just how toxic that relationship was for you. It was easier to just forget, but when he decided to force himself back into your life, you realized just how many unresolved emotions lay dormant. 

You can still vividly feel his fist connecting with your cheek, can feel his entire body weight behind the punch. You should have left him then, shouldn’t have even let it go that far, and you wished you had a good enough reason why you didn’t leave. 

Part of it was because Jack had made you believe that no one would ever want you if you did decide to leave on your own… and he would tell you how worthless you were over and over and over again to a point that you started to believe it. 

But him ending the relationship had been the one of the best things to ever happen to you. You know that you still have so much to work through, but you’re no longer the same woman you were when you were still with Jack. 

You try to remind yourself of that. Jack doesn’t have authority over you anymore (and he never should have). He never should have laid his hands on you. Never should have repeatedly put you down with his words. 

And you’re tired of letting him get away with it. You’re tired of letting him win.

---

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[majesty0h]

~Sharing is CARING. And Toji Cares About You Very Much~ imagine this is them ok

You and Toji have a great sex life. Scratch that, you have an AMAZING sex life. His stamina is stupid, he's packing bigger than you've ever encountered...he's a FREAK. A hulking, muscled freak who's down for anything and has showed your usually prude ass things you've never even dreamed of. Bondage, wearing vibrators in public, petplay, breathplay, temperature play, hell one time he ate your ass on the balcony while he was dressed as Wolverine. You had no clue where he got all of these ideas, but you certainly weren't complaining.

The current "thing" was watching porn on your VR headset while he went down on you. He'd been shocked to hear that you didn't consume it regularly, I mean, he was beating off to BBW on the Hub every chance he got. He was determined to force you outside your comfort zone.

It started slow, vanilla. Standard B/G, anal. Then it evolved to breeding, cucking, double penetration...

That's when he noticed it.

You took forever, FOREVER to cum on his mouth (to his annoyance) when you were watching dirty movies. But when you stumbled upon a woman getting plowed by her husband and his best friend...you were quick. Too quick. The way you moaned and gripped his hair, pulling him in deeper, it caused his tongue to stop flickering for a moment.

"Hm? What the fuck's gotten you so riled up, ma?"

You instantly freeze and pause the video, cheeks burning red behind that stupid headset, feeling dirty, feeling bad. It was bad this was so hot, right? "Uh, nothing. Just usual stuff," you lied.

You're a terrible liar.

You feel and hear the bed creak as he shifts up and snatches the device off you, raising it up and peering. He's wearing just grey sweatpants, that were tenting the minute he realized what was up. A shit eating grin spread across his face. "Oh fuck. That's what you're into now?"

You groan and throw a pillow at him. "Shu up! I've just never seen it before. You ruined the mood."

Your boyfriend is snickering at your discomfort. "Uh huh. Get on all fours. I wanna see who fucks her better."

You push this morning's events out of your head as you go to work. And it's definitely not when you return home ten hours later, tired, annoyed, and frustrated.

"Hey babes. Welcome home!" Toji, your beautiful trophy boy calls from the living room. "How was work?"

Sighing you kick off your heels and scan your phone. "It was rough. This merger is insane. We have 5 million dollars riding on this and everyone wants to dick around. I thought being Vice President was worth the drama, but it's seriously getting to me," you vent as you scroll through dozens of confidential, high priority emails.

Maybe that's why you loved Toji so much. Whenver you're with him, you don't think about deadlines, trades, layoffs. Just feeling good, happy, and full.

Walking into the living room, you're so engrossed you don't even register there's someone else sitting on the couch with Fushiguro. You only look up in confusion when the stranger whistles, low and deep. It's almost like a purr. "Damn Toji, you weren't lyin'. Complete smokeshow."

Your eyes widen and your head snaps up. There he is, manspreading on your very expensive couch, sleek black boots pressed against your /very/ expensive white rug. He's tall, lanky, built like a beanpole. He's got a shock of white hair, and he's wearing small, circle shaped sunglasses, but the shine of dazzling blue eyes peek through anyways.

Toji's looking at you like it's Christmas morning, his gaze darting between the other man and his jaded wifey. He seems to drink in your confusion.

"Oh...I...I didn't know you had a friend over," you say after an awkward pause. You're trying to address your man, but you can't tear your eyes away from this twink. Who is he? "Hi?"

The stranger beams, shifting to a more professional posture. God he is tall. You feel so small under his gaze, and you glance to Toji for help, understanding. He offers none. "Hey, pretty lady. My name is Jerome. Jerome Washington. The building's maintenance man. I heard..." he leans slightly closer to you, sliding his shades just down an inch. "You need your pipes cleaned."

You blink. "No? The pipes are fine?"

Toji groans in disproval and shoves "Jerome" slightly. "Dude, I told you, you don't gotta do any of that shit. Just be normal, for fuck's sake."

The stranger, who was doing his best to seem mysterious and commanding, broke into a boyish smile. "Oh yeah my bad. Sup? I'm Satoru Gojo. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you tonight!"

"We," Toji corrected, but he's got that same expression.

Have you gone crazy? Has the stress finally made you crack? Are you hallucinating? This was a fever dream. Toji had a knack for wanting to snap the neck of any man who even looked at you...so why was he sitting here, giddy, as this "Satoru" addressed you so vulgar? So hungry?

"...huh?" is the only thing you can say, darting between the pair. You're more than a yard away, but you can practically smell the lust filling the room. "Toji...what is--"

"Remember earlier today?" he interrupts, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "When you were creamin' over that video? The Eiffel Tower?"

"Toji!!"you hiss, flustered he would bring this up in front of a guest.

He cocks his head, throwing Gojo a knowing smirk. "She's all shy. Isn't that cute? But I promise, she was feening."

Satoru licks his lips, still undressing you with his eyes. "I bet. To be honest I haven't either. But I'm not stupid enough to turn it down."

Toji snorts. "Yeah? Don't worry, I'll show your prudes how it's done." He snaps his fingers at you. "C'mere doll. C'mere and kneel."

You're glued to the same spot, trying to reconcile what's happening. You watch as Satoru pats his knee, promising not to bite, unless you're into that.

"Princess,"Toji repeats again, his tone firm and commanding enough to snap you back to reality. You know that voice. It's the "you listen or you're in a lot of trouble" voice.

Sheepishly, you stare at your feet as you shuffle forward. You can't ignore how your heart beats in your chest, how your dress feels too tight, how this is the hottest fucking thing you've ever experienced.

"Kneel."

You don't defy him. You look up at them both with doey eyes, shuddering when he grips your chin, stroking your cheek with the pad of his calloused thumb. Gojo hums and repeats the same motion on the other side. His touch is soft and warm, and you can't help the soft sigh that escapes you. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing warmth. Your boyfriend presses your foreheads together, his voice syrupy against your ear. "I love you so much, doll. I'd do anything to make you happy. If this doesn't show it, nothing else will. Now you just relax and I'm gonna make your fantasies all come true," he promise as he nips at your neck. "Now start making our friend feel at home."

You swallowed hard. You feel like you could faint. You want to reply "yes daddy" like the good girl you are, but words fail you. All you can do is nod.

You take a deep breath and scoot over, still on your knees, but nestled between Gojo's skinny legs. He smiles down at you innocently, but the contents of his words are far from it. "You have such pretty lips, sweetie. How about you open them for me?"

You glance at Toji for reassurance, but he's gone from the couch, crouching behind you, fingers weaving into your hair, massaging your scalp. "Go on."

Your hands tremble as you reach for Gojo's belt.

((haven't written anything like this in years LOL im so rusty. stay tuned for part 2 and feel free to share ;D ))

[littlemissclandestine]

Soft!Adler Headcanons: (Girl)Dad! Edition Part 2

⭐ A continuation of this post

He'd try his best to be there for any award ceremonies at school, sneaking in at the back just in time to see his daughter on stage. As soon as she makes eye contact, he'll give her a thumbs up and a wink, mouthing 'I love you'

I wanna say he'd be that dad who stands up and claps loudly, telling everyone that that's his daughter on stage. He's so supportive bless.

Oh and photos where he stands behind her and has his hands on her shoulders and smiles for the camera. Yup, quite a few of those stashed away.

When she'd have a presentation to give on her biggest inspiration and/or hero in her life, it would be about her dad. It would end up in tears for her as he'd be away...or would he? Adler would come in, standing off to the side, watching her recite from a piece of paper saying how much she looks up to her father, how she misses him etc. It almost brings a tear to his own eyes. Everyone's heads would turn and his daughter would run up to him, Russell scooping her up and hugging her. Missed you my lil spaghetti

During downtime, his priority would always be his daughter. No ifs and no buts. Even if he hated the idea she proposed.

One of those was testing makeup. Russell would always straight up say no, asking her to call her mother for that but when he saw how upset it made her, he'd sigh and grumpily sit down in a chair by her dresser and let her do whatever she wanted. -> "Jesus, kid, watch it, you always this rough with your friends too?" He'd ask with a chuckle as she blends the foundation. He could sit there all day and listen to her explain how to use each product and proceed to yap about whatever crosses her mind

When she'd put on eyeliner and apply it to his waterline, he was genuinely scared -> "Don't poke my eyes out, the only thing I got going for me. God, can't believe I'm letting you do this, missy." He'd pinch her side and tickle her.

As soon as he's allowed to look in the mirror, he does a double take, wondering how the hell he looks like such a diva but he downplays it. -> "Good job, kid...good job indeed."

When she hurts herself, he can't help but kneel down and help her. He knows he should stop and that she needs to develop her independence but it's hard for him. -> "Got a boo boo, sweetheart? Let me see. Aww on the knee, huh? Come here, let's get you cleaned up and get a plaster on it, yeah? Shhhh you're okay."

Baking with his daughter? YES. They'd make a mess of the kitchen for sure, not really tidying up as they go. Every time his daughter would come to him with a new recipe, he's out the front door with her in an instant, ticking off their checklist of ingredients in the store and thinking of ways he could add their twist on it

Her drawings would be on display with personalised fridge magnets that spell her name etc

There's a wall or archway where he measures her height every year and marks it on with pencil. -> "Heh, you've had a hell of a growth spurt, sweetheart. Would you look at that."

If his daughter was a trouble maker, he'd be that parent that would refuse to see what was wrong. It was self defense as far as he's concerned. He doesn't really need to do much of the talking. He's genuinely surprised seeing her stand up for herself, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile as he watches her rant to the principal. Did he teach her that? To not play by the rules? Guess he's rubbing off on her. A little worrying but eh -> "Put that in your pipe and smoke it." High fives as soon as they get back into the car after the meeting with the principal is over is a given.

If there's something you should know about Russell Adler, it's that he loves being spontaneous. One day, he might take his daughter out fishing, teaching her the ropes, the next they're at a painting class together, his daughter being impressed by his hidden talent or cycling in the summer during the sunset, Russell asking her what her goals are in life and telling her how proud he is of her and that he wishes he could be around more. Bonding time is so important to him.

There are certainly times where he struggles. Apart from the emotional side of things and his job getting in the way i mean. Possibly control. Like we know he has strong leadership skills he's developed over his career. I'd like to think that seeps into his parenting a little too much. He tends to ramble and tell his daughter how to do something and talking her through it, hovering over her even though she knows already and has been doing said thing for years.

Maybe it's just a part of him wanting to feel useful and needed. Still wanting her to rely on him even in her 20s or 30s, partly in denial that she's not that young girl who'd sit on his lap anymore. It really hits him when he's walking her down the aisle.

And maybe he'd be over-critical of himself as a parent and her as a daughter, especially since he sees the cost of mistakes in the world of espionage and the military

The only people that have seen his daughter from work are Sims, Woods and Mason and maybe Park but it isn't a regular thing, wanting to keep her as far away from the CIA as possible. Park had a shock when she saw him like that for the first time. -> "Never thought i'd see the day, Adler. You, a family man? Rather ghastly I must say but you do look happy."

[tenjikufag]

omg such good haikyuu teams i totally agree!! coould i request a bokuto x m!reader with a little angst to comfort bcuz i love hurt/comfort a little too much 🤭

Homecoming.

Bokuto x Male Reader

-hurt/comfort, temporary split, long distance, pro!Bokuto

-this was requested quite some time ago! So sorry for the wait.

Dating an athlete is not an easy thing to begin with, when it’s a professional, worldwide known athlete.. it only further complicates things.

Being with an athlete you never really know where you are on the priority list with them, this sport is quite literally their life and their job but when does a life partner come into play?

Highschool was a far easier time to date Bokuto, you’d see him in class, during lunch, after school, the weekends- basically anytime you wanted he was there! You even travelled to the different schools and districts with parents, siblings, and other players’ partners for the games.

But, once you graduated it got quite a bit harder.

You were settling into your own education and career, as was he. He was set to become a professional volleyball player like he had always dreamed about and what you had always hoped for him..

That meant long periods away from each other while you both did your own things.

It was steady and you both came out the other side successful and happy,

It wasn’t until he started with MSBY black jackals that there were true signs of trouble. It was getting harder to see eachother, even harder to just get a call or text back from one another because of timezones and offset schedules.

It broke your heart, his too.

There was a promise between you two to stick it out and that you’d always be there for eachother but you just.. weren’t sure of it these days.

It’s been two weeks since you last were able to call Bokuto, 6 months since you last saw him. And texts were far and few.

“What am I supposed to do? We can’t even talk about it because we can’t get in touch, it’s not like I can just catch a plane to see him either..”

You sat across from your childhood friend, Akaashi. He was an editor and basically worked from home so you could call him up whenever.. he was there to listen to all your relationship worries and other worries outside of it.

“You’re both my friend, there’s really nothing I can do or say to help you choose what to do, you know that. He hasn’t been in contact with me for even longer, I’m really no help..”

He mumbled, taking a sip of his drink with a frown. You knew he was right, there really was nothing you could do.. not until you could call him atleast.

—

Bokuto picked up his phone, frowning to see no notifications from you.. quickly he texted you and asked if you could call him later because he would have a gap between training sets.

He was beaming with excitement to finally be able to call you, and he had a surprise too! Quickly he showered and changed into casual clothes before heading out of the gym and off to his apartment..

As soon as he got into his apartment his phone went off, a text from you. With a smile he opened it

‘We need to talk, please make sure you actually have the time to talk this time.”

Tilting his head, he knew he had atleast 3 hours to talk to you and do whatever he needed to get done.. he dialed you, listening to the ringing with a smile

—

You paced the room, flinching when your phone started to vibrate and Bokutos contact came up. Sighing, you answered

“Hey babe! How are you? I miss you!”

“Yeah.. I said we need to talk and I’m gonna cut to the point..”

The visual of his face dropping flashed in your head, the disappointment of no loving greeting in the face of his you imagined.

“Oh! What did you wanna talk about?”

“I think we should split up. Take a break.. or end things entirely..”

The audio seemed like it dropped, complete silence on your boyfriends end..

“Huh?”

“I said we should break up.”

“..why? Did I do something? What’s wrong, what are you talking about?!”

Bokuto panicked on the other side, you bit your lip and tried to find the words

“Please don’t do this, you still love me.. right?”

A sob throbbed in your throat, squeezing your eyes shut the tears started to fall with every single one of his questions

“I do.. I love you so much. I just can’t do this anymore, it’s too hard Bo… I’m sorry, I miss you too much and I can’t keep up with the schedules! I feel like I’m not doing enough for you, and I feel like you’re slipping away from me!”

You whimpered into the phone, Bokutos breathe was heavy in the speaker- evident he was ready to cry too.

“We can make it through this! I promise, once everything settles down-“

“And when would that be?! What if it never settles down? It’s not fair to either of us to keep doing this!”

He cried, your heart shattered hearing him cry.

“I can’t do this without you, I don’t wanna do this without you.. I promise-“

“Just stop.. it’s already hard not doing this in person.. I’m sorry Bokuto. I love you, I miss you.. but I can’t do this anymore.”

“..I love you too! Please, just wait-“

You hung up, not wanting to hear what else he needed to say- you knew it would only make this worse, worse than what it was.

There was never a life you’d envisioned without him in it, you both had the whole future planned out.

It was just too hard, and you accepted the defeat.

But Bokuto wouldn’t.

—

“Woah, what happened to you?”

Atsumu raised a brow at his teammate, Bokuto was known for being a lively and energetic person but right now he looked like a wet bird.. drooping and moping around the gym; his body barely moving through the stretches.

His teammates were even more shocked to see the male ignore them and move to the other side of the gym to continue his stretches.

“Maybe he’s just sad about going home..”

Atsumu shrugged his shoulders. Not giving it much more thought but kept an eye on his teammate..

When practice was over, Bokuto continued to sulk and it got even worse through the scolding he got for appearing lazy in his practice.

“Don’t take it too hard, last practice and you gotta keep yourself from getting hurt before you get back to Y/n, hm~”

Bokuto felt an elbow nudge him in the side, he only glanced over to the yellow blonde.. lip quivering at the mention of you.

“He.. he broke up with me.”

Barely above a whisper, Atsumu went pale- he felt like an ass! Cringing to himself he pulled away and apologized.

“Are.. are uh, you still goin’ home then? You can uh.. come visit my brother with me if you want?”

He didn’t know what to say, it was an extended break for the players so he really wasn’t going to have anyone here to keep him company.. Atsumu also didn’t wanna leave his friend alone so visiting his own family was the only thing that came to mind.

“I’m still going home.. I wanna see him at least one more time, maybe he will change his mind!”

Bokuto perked up, no longer looking as soggy and limp. Atsumu forced a smile and mumbled a ‘yeah, sure!’ And watched the owl-ish man stride out of the gym once again..

He wasn’t going to let you go that easily, with a new determined mind he packed his things and caught the plane home, to you.

—

You sat in your living room, a depressed mess of packaged foods and drinks scattered around where you sat yourself down.. it’d only been maybe a day or two but the radio silence from Bokuto was deafening- not hearing his ringtone or a text notification made you sick- you were always on edge trying to hear if any notifications came. You’d gone longer without a notification but the fact that you probably weren’t going to get one again was hard.

“Why did I do this..”

Wrapping your blanket around yourself, you let yourself fall over onto your side. Tears pricking your eyes once again.

The heartbreak made you ill, your stomach ached and knotted up whenever you tried to move, eat, or even think of doing something. Your head pounded and the anxiety washed the colour out of your skin.. the full body fatigue on top of it all made you feel miserable.

This was harder than anything you had ever had to do.. it took everything in you not to call him or text him.

Sighing, you tried to fall asleep.. as tired as you were the sleep didn’t come easy.

You would try to be a normal person tomorrow, maybe this heartbreak would be easier then.

—

The familiar scents brushed in his nostrils and filled his lungs, with a bright smile he exited the plane and made his way through the airport. Unknowingly, Bokuto has started to look for you; only to upset himself when he remembered you wouldn’t be here. He sighed sadly, hailing a cab that waited on the outskirts of the exit.

You were so close, he needed to prove to you why this would all be worth it and wanted to show you how much he loved you and needs you.

The cab ride was long, almost falling asleep only to be jerked out of it from bumps in the road.

Looking out the window, he saw your town, where you’d be! Excitedly he pointed to your complex to the driver, ready to fish out money from his bag to run into the house as fast as he could.

“You’re from the Jackals right?”

“Mhm!”

“Rides on me, I’ve been rooting for the jackals since I was a teen.”

Bokuto beamed, thanking him profusely and hopping out of the car and dragging his bags behind him.

His heart was beating faster than it ever had, even when doing the miles and miles of running this is the most his chest had hurt.

The man calmed himself down, taking deep breathes to soothe his aching heart. Putting down his bags, he fished around in his pants for the key and unlocked the door quietly; sneaking in and putting his bags behind the door. He looked around, and saw the mess and a lump of blankets and pillows.

Quietly, he stepped towards the lump of blankets and saw tufts of your hair peaking out… his heart swelled and he went to kneel in-front of you, watching your sleeping face.

Lightly tapping your forehead with his finger, he checked to see how deeply you were sleeping.. you didn’t react so he figured he’d be able to pick you up and bring you to the bedroom. He slid his arms under your body and softly lifted you, being mindful of the mess in the room to not make any noise.. he would clean it before he woke you up.

He laid you down on the mattress and tucked you in, making sure you had enough blankets and pillows.. he took off his jacket and placed it on the bed before scurrying out and cleaning the living room- he wasn’t a great cook but he could atleast make sure your snacks were out and organized!

-

You woke with a start, the sunlight from opened curtains dared to blind you for a second.. you were in your room. With a groan you tossed over, hearing something fall off the bed. Sitting up, you looked to the ground to see what had fallen and it was a jacket.

Bokutos jacket.

Furrowing your brows, you tossed your blankets off your body and picked it up.. he hadn’t left this jacket here and you were sure of it, atleast you thought so.. frowning you couldn’t help yourself from hugging it- it smelt strongly of his cologne, did you fish this out last night? Come to think of it you don’t remember making it to your room..

Holding onto the jacket, you walked into the living room and saw your mess was gone.. you also don’t remember cleaning it. That was when you heard someone else walking around in the apartment.

You froze, not wanting to move.. did someone break in?! It’s an apartment complex how the hell-

Arms wrapped around you tightly, a familiar scent and body melted into you.

“You’re awake.”

Tears choked you, are you this delirious and heartbroken to imagine Bokuto?!

Whipping around, you met his face. He was worried, looking almost as if a child that had gotten in trouble..

“How.. how did you get here?!”

He nervously fumbled with the hem of his shirt, avoiding your gaze and mumbling.

“I told you to wait.. but you hung up the phone..”

Huh?

“..was going to surprise you to tell you I was gonna come home.. we got a break and.. then..”

He started to cry, you took him into your arms and let him cry. Bokuto still tried to babble out an explanation, clutching onto the front of your shirt and leaving tear stains on your shoulder.

You began to cry too, hearing him on the phone was heart breaking enough but to hold him and hear it in person shattered you.

Bokuto pulled away, wiping his tears with his arm.

“Do you still want to break up with me? I.. I can get my things and leave…. If that’s what you want..”

He hiccuped, distancing himself from you and getting ready to pack his things up again.

“Don’t go.. let’s talk.”

You hugged him tightly, he returned it with even more force and led you to the couch.

The two of you talked for hours, not even just about the split but about everything.

It was like he never left

It was like nothing had ever happened.

As the day grew into night, you found him cuddling you and sitting on your lap.

You kissed him, the two of you kissed for what felt like minutes but what hours.

When he pulled away with slightly bruised lips, his hair and face dropped- a frown glossing his lips

“Is this a goodbye? Is this it?”

Rubbing circles on his hips, you pecked his lips again.

“No, of course not. I would’ve been gone and taken my own things if I didn’t want to see you again..”

He perked up, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth

“We.. we are back together?”

“Yeah..”

He began to shake, catching your lips with his and pressing into you.

“I’m taking you with me, everywhere now. I can provide fully, take your education and job on the road with me! I can’t leave you again!”

“We’ll talk about it.. let’s just enjoy your time here..”

Bokuto smiled brightly, leaving kisses all over your face and thanking you.

“We’ll make it, I promise!”

“I know.”

[dood-itsradical]

Prediction.

Pairing: Jichang Kwak x F!Reader, ft. Jihan & Jibeom.

Summary: After hearing the whereabouts of the fallen, you reached out to Jichang in Chungcheong only to find the journey is harder than expected.

Genre/Trope: fluff, slow fucking burn.

Details: 2k words, reader smokes.

A/n: I hv to revisit the chaps I might get some stuff wrong here but oh well 😭 Also this turned out longer than planned. I don't do requests btw.

Masterlist

You were lucky. Very lucky perhaps.

Now you weren't one of the kings but you're still somewhat a big of a deal. And James Lee not whooping your ass yet is considered a good thing, for now.

Are you scared? Hardly. But are you cautious? Paranoid? That's another thing. Being selfless has its perks. You lived your life caring about yourself. Like the 'fuck it, we ball' kinda selfish. People grew, that's normal. You're used to everyone coming and going. But boy you'd be lying if you say you didn't feel any regret after not listening to your mother. After letting Jichang out of your grasp.

Although you keep telling yourself the man is out of your league. Or that he already has tons of admirers waiting in line. It's what you kept telling her but no, ‘true love comes within’ and yada yada all that crap. News flash, woman. Every mom says that and not every mother is right. ‘Oh, you just gotta trust the process. Chase him. Eventually it's worth it.’ You mocked her words in your head, rolling your eyes as a cherry on top. And every time you tried to make your points with her, she just gotta keep yapping and yapping and yapping.

You swear that you aren't a bad child. Typically you proved that right. But when it comes to cupid, what are the odds? Like everyone else you knew, love is foreign. A tool of weakness. Both good and bad in a way. Putting your priorities on maintaining control towards it is a chore, a complete dilemma. It's picking sides, a gamble and it's unfair. To know what to protect, what to sacrifice. However the answer is always the latter.

“We're here, ma'am.” The cab pulled over as you thanked him and paid him accordingly before stepping out.

Now you didn't completely live under the rock to be so cringeful of the countryside. It's peaceful despite the aesthetic. Part of you wishes you could live here and disconnect yourself from the burdens. Now that's selfish. But shaking the intrusive thoughts off of you, you recalled the purpose of your journey here. It shouldn't be so hard, right? It's a small village. Just homie friendly villa-

“Moo!” You yelped, taking a step back from the cow passing. “Careful. He's a bit moody today.” Chuckled an elderly man wearing a green vest.

You nodded sheepishly, “Sorry about that.” Your eyes roamed at the grey hair man.

“Visiting or a tourist?” You blinked, “Pardon?” Not that you didn't catch that, your mind just went elsewhere before being able to answer, “Oh, visiting. Is there any chance where I can find Jichang Kwak?”

The man paused and hummed, “Are you his friend?”

Sighing in relief, your hope increased. “Yes, an old friend to be precise! I need to see him. It's urgent.”

He squinted his eyes, uttering before turning his back on you and continued to walk with the cow. “Nope. Don't know him.”

You stammered and almost tripped on your foot. “Huh?? Wait, wait!” Your hand hangs in the air in disbelief as he leaves casually. For an old man he surely walked fast. Or your heads playing tricks on you again. “Great.” You sighed, taking in your surroundings. Thinking the world has already given you the next side quest. You don't feel so, you know so.

So picking up your feet, you did whatever you could to find Jichang. Again, how hard can it be? You asked yourself for the fifth time after seeing all green.

The thought nearly made you flabbergasted. You wouldn't think he would actually, literally hide himself after the recent fiasco with the King of Seoul. Jichang wasn't that type. Unless the matter was critical. Now you feel guilty. You wish you could've done something. But knowing him, he wouldn't let you or better yet lie to your face. Typical. You knew him enough to predict this.

Luckily you've planned ahead. You knew this quest is going to take you longer than it is and it's currently afternoon in the brought daylight. God, you loooove the sun. Being fried under it like the chickens are. Cool, now you're craving. Besides chicken, hope is not yet lost when you find yourself facing a police station. So you jogged towards it with the expectation of receiving leads.

And once you confirmed that God is still on your side, you praised Him when the officers gave you the information that Jichang's body still lingers in Chungcheong. Now, that you put it that way, it sounded wrong. But whatever, you are a bit peeved right now.

You tell the officers about your objective and they nodded with acknowledgement. “Yeah, he's on patrol. It shouldn't be hard to look for him. This village is small.”

Wouldn't be too hard, my ass. You've been looking for two hours now and your legs are killing you. But you kept your annoyance to yourself and thanked them on your way out. Atlas, your forced your patience to take over your body. Or whatever the fuck Gongseob the monk has taught you.

“You guys must've known something, right? Yes, I just bought these shoes. No, not food, sorry.” You jerked your toes to shoo away the chickens. It's been another hour, and still no sign of the White Viper. You're going insane.

Seriously, just how hard can this be? It's getting ridiculous.

“Hey, lady. Are you lost?”

You turned to see a young man. Probably around his late teens. Although based on his build could be mistaken as older. You stood up, brushing your dusty hands. “Uh, why you ask?”

The boy seems unamused, “I kept seeing you going back and forth. Thought you might need help.” Ah, another opportunity. Why not? So you agreed, “Actually, yeah.” Walking closer to him now you managed to calculate his height and facial features. Not to mention the unmistakable snake eyes. This is when you realised.

“Jihan?” You blinked.

He blinked back, just as confused. “Sorry, have we met?” You shifted slightly, “Well, never personally.” You begin to feel your luck rising. Again.

“Jihan, I'm (Name). Maybe you never heard of me but-”

“Oh.” He blurted out flatly. ‘Oh?’ “You're looking for Jichang then. Yeah, don't know where he is. Don't care also.”

What the fuck is wrong with this village?

You waved your hands, “Wait, wait, wait. No. Listen, I really need to see him. I've been at it for hours and the least you could give me is a freakin’ break. Please.” You begged. The hell with it. If you managed to even stumble upon the little brother, you definitely can with him. The youngster just rolled his eyes before gestured you to follow him. Fucking finally you can put a rest to your mission. Just a little more.

“(Name) noona! Long time no see.” Jibeom beamed as Jihan and you walked to a reserved place. The younger brother gave the middle a weird face. “You met her before?”

Raising your brow at this particular discovery you decided to humour them, “Does he really? I doubt he's all talk. We’re hardly that close.” Oh, so now you're down-playing your situation. You weren't sure if it's embarrassment. Are you and Jichang close? To him at least you think not. Maybe you're just another person to him like Taesoo and others.

“No.” The respond made Jihan scoffed. Jibeom added, “Hyung just talks about her a lot, remember?” Another scoff came from Jihan. The younger never felt more ridiculed but he spared no comment. Your eyes shifted between the two as you observed their small banter.

The slight somber on your look was soon noticed by the brothers as they changed looks. Jihan then spoke, sighing to himself. “Yeesh. You people always act like breakups are the end of the world.”

Jibeom nodded chimbly, “I'm sure whatever the reason was, hyung won't blame you for it, noona.”

Kids. Freaking kids.

You stood there, rubbing your temple like the elder you are. Despite their false assumptions regarding your relationship with their older brother, you're too tired to deny them. You just want to see Jichang to clear things up with him. That's it. Just to see him, ask about his wellbeing and leave. Simple and done. Yet again you couldn't even get to see the tip of his nose anywhere. And it's already getting dark.

Another hour passed as you made yourself at home while the brothers, Jibeom mostly, gladly served you a cup of hot water. You strike a conversation with him since he seems to be more outgoing than Jihan. No one's at fault here. You can already assume he and Jichang have complicated relationships. Jibeom later then confirmed this as you two chatted. The topic afterwards followed by Jichang's banishment after the mention of James Lee. You scoffed whenever that name came out. You are never fond of him. He was just one cocky kid last time you saw him, who then made a name out of himself. The story tells it all. Eventually you excused yourself to take some fresh air.

No stars were in sight when you looked up at the dark blue-ish sky. But hell, you'll wait as long as you get to see that smartass. Soon after, the feeling of paranoia succumbed once more. Your hands fidgeted before digging for the cigar in your pocket. You swore you have quit. At least, you're in that process. But you promised to yourself that just this once, you needed it.

Flickering the lighter couple times, you clicked your tongue with frustration at the lack of fire. “Ssibal…”

“Here.” A second lighter hovered to your cigar, lightening it up. You took a drag before exhaling with pure relief. You turned to thank the person and lo and behold, the man himself stood upon you.

You practically jumped and coughed violently, nearly stumbled on your own feet at his sudden present. Jichang grimaced, his hand extended to rub your back hoping to ease the fit. Your chest and throat continuously punched you in the gut. His self summoned did a number on you and completely took you by surprise. Once your cough has subsided, you gather your thoughts and fix your composure.

“Is that what I have to do all along to get you here? Smoke?” You exhaled in disbelief. His snake eyes meet yours with a mixture of confusion and amusement. The corner of his lips curled. “Jihan told me you came.”

“And it took you what? Five minutes drive?” You scoffed, gaze darting behind him to his police motorbike then back at him. “I’ve been looking for you for a whole goddamn day.” He sighed, shoulders slumped apologetically.

You both settle down somewhere later on to have a proper conversation. You told him what you heard and in exchange he told you his side of the story. Every part was put in place since he had nothing to keep from you for you have every right to know his whereabouts. He subtly thanked you for your concern and effort to confront him face to face.

As an addition you told him about the first person you stumbled for direction once you stepped in the countryside. After describing the old man to Jichang, he broke down it to you that the man was Bakgu Noh who's in fact a friend that helped him got the job as a cop in the first place and was only lie to you with the purpose of watching his back. You were baffled but let it slide.

You traced the scar on his left hand that was caused by the King of Seoul. “That easy?” The look of bewilderment written on your face. “I’m just glad you're fine.” Unknowingly to you, his snake eyes never leave your face. Examining your expression with your skin on his. It wasn't that deep, but the warmth speaks volume. Being this close to you hits nostalgia.

You felt the stare though, but you didn't react. Instead, turning your head to the opposite side sheepishly. Your hand still under his calloused ones.

Breaking the palpable tension, you changed the topic, “Should I be worried?” You meant that as a joke. You aren't afraid to face one guy. But the waiting sucked.

“I can train you. If you want.” He suggested out of the blue, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as an assurance. One simple action alone was enough to make your heart throb. You shake your head. “I'm not here for that.”

“But you're here now. Might as well get to it. No pressure.” He replied, turning his head fully to you, you could practically feel his breath on you too. Too tough to admit you're whipped, you refuse to surrender to your mother's ultimate prediction. Taking a quick glance at him you turned back to the front, swallowing your lumps.

“It's fine, really.” You brushed him off, “I only came here as a one day trip.” He nodded back and didn't argue further. After relishing the comfortable silence, you two rose from your seats and headed back.

From afar the brothers make up both of your silhouettes.

“That ought to be some sort of sign.” Jihan narrowed his eyes. Jibeom joined, “Are they together again?”

The younger brother grimaced, “Ya think?” Pointing the obvious intimate action between the two of you linking arms like an old couple. The middle brother smiled approvingly.

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hey.

First.

I love all your writing, they r fun to read and they make my day brighter ✨✨

Really Appreciate it.

Here is the request:

I wanted to request Solomon

We all know that his an old man ( whom we love so much ) and his based off the character from the Bible king Solomon.

If Solomon having 700 wives were true what would it be like

If MC and Solomon end up arguing over something stupid, MC just goes," Then am one of your collections to ? That's all I am to you! Right" something like that 😭

That line was horrible but something along those lines

It can be angst and fluffy.

Thanks a bunch! Wishing you an amazing day ahead!

Heyyy I absolutely love your request cuz duh. They make Solomon and the others seems like there was nothing before MC which is unlikely. Like I mean I'm pretty sure all of them had a few relationships before MC at some point or another. Anyway. Enjoy!

Author's note: I'll be posting short stories for the next few days since I'm working on a bigger story this time which will take a while. Hope it's not a problem.

Contains: Angst/Fluff

GN!MC x Solomon

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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MC and Solomon had agreed to spend the evening together—just a quiet, uninterrupted night. But Solomon ended up running late, engrossed in some old spell or magical artifact he was researching, losing track of time. By the time he shows up, MC’s already feeling hurt and dismissed, thinking he prioritizes ancient things over their relationship.

MC: arms crossed, eyes narrowed as Solomon finally enters the room “Oh, look who finally decided to show up.”

Solomon: sighs, looking tired but trying to be calm “MC, I told you, I lost track of time. It happens. You know how important my research is.”

MC: “And I thought we were important too, Solomon. I’m not asking for much, just…a single night where I don’t feel like I have to compete with some dusty book or enchanted artifact.”

Solomon: growing defensive, a slight edge to his tone “It’s not a competition, MC. You’re acting like I’m choosing my work over you on purpose.”

MC: voice raising slightly, hurt “Well, that’s how it feels! You make these promises, but when it comes down to it, I’m always the one waiting. Why is it so hard for you to just…be here?”

Solomon: frowning “I’m here now, aren’t I? I don’t see why this has to be such a big deal.”

MC: glares, feeling even more hurt by his dismissive tone “A big deal? Maybe it wouldn’t be if this didn’t keep happening. You say you’re here, but half the time, I feel like I’m just a…just a side note in your never-ending list of priorities.”

Solomon: sighs, crossing his arms defensively “MC, I care about you, but I also have responsibilities—things that existed long before we ever met.”

MC: hurt, finally snapping “Oh, here we go—‘long before we met.’ That’s just it, isn’t it? This isn’t even about tonight; it’s about me realizing that I’ll never be more than one part of your centuries-long collection!”

Solomon: taken aback, not expecting that turn “What? Collection? MC, where is this even coming from?”

MC: “You probably don’t even see it, do you? How easy it is for you to just…move on, like I’m just another person you’re adding to the archive of your life. You’ve had 700 wives, haven’t you? Well, I guess I’m just another one for the record books, huh?”

Solomon: eyes widening in hurt, tone softening as he steps closer “MC, that’s not even fair. Those stories…they’re just stories, memories from lifetimes ago. I don’t know what I’ve done to make you feel like you’re ‘just another one,’ but believe me, you’re not.”

MC: arms crossed, looking away, voice trembling “It just…feels like I’ll never really matter to you. Not when you’ve had hundreds of people pass through your life like it’s nothing.”

Solomon: reaches out, resting a hand on MC’s shoulder, his tone soft and sincere “MC, I know my past seems…well, complicated, but I need you to believe that this is different. You’re not just part of my history. You’re the person I want in my present, and my future.”

MC: sighing, though still a little guarded “Then…show me, Solomon. Prove that I’m more than just a ‘number’ to you.”

Solomon: nodding with a small smile, determined “Every day, if that’s what it takes. I promise.”

[redlollygag]

hey buds I'm up shit's creek with a paper overdue and work early in the morning so here. if this sees the light of day

. . . .

To be loved is to be seen.

Sentiments scrawled into poetry books he'd read on occasion (just to get the hype of them, mostly. Keigo's mind isn't patient enough to decipher poetry to the extent they deserve) that compound that over and over and over. Seeing is love. Knowing is love.

But to know Keigo Takami is to know far too much. And none of it's good.

Enter you. Exhilarating, earth-shattering you, and suddenly someone sees him. It took you, oh, two dates to begin picking him apart. An intimate little experiment beginning the moment you invited him over after another successful date night (Keigo's too much of a gentleman to say 'no', after all. Especially when you give him that look) and every day since you've surprised him with how observant you are.

"Here! I stopped at a cafe on the way here. Extra sugar and a bit of vanilla syrup? Makes it a little more sweet," you said nonchalantly in his office one day, a popular stop for you on the way to your own job and it takes Keigo's entire energy not to leave you with him. More than that, though, he's stunned.

Did he ever mention his caffeine tastes to you?

"Oh, hey, I was thinking tonight we could watch that horror movie you talked about! You know, the one with all the bad special effects? I think it's, like, three bucks online to rent!" You offered to him as you two lounged on your couch late one night and Keigo again reels. Did he once mention he was into bad horror films? Did he?!

Mind reading wasn't your quirk, last he thought. Maybe lucky guessing is.

But it wasn't until one night that the sentiment of those stupid poems hit him in full force. Another long day of playing double-agent left him spent. Exhausted. He had been forced to turn the other way during an emergency, one that ended in a number of injuries and, to add to the nausea already building in his throat, two fatalities.

The HPSC president tried and failed to comfort him ("Your current duties are to be your priority. Those people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time") and when he arrived at your apartment for another date, he tried to put on the routine. A doting boyfriend whose eyes shined brightly, hands moved gently, and never left you dissatisfied in any sense.

Except, you seemed to read through him.

"Come here." You said, watching him walk further into the room after leaving his coat and shoes by your door. You held your hand out to him, a siren call towards you, and he was powerless to withstand it even if he wanted to.

He grabbed your hand, preparing to pull you up into his arms until your lips gently pressed against his knuckles. He never knew what books meant when they said 'their breathing hitched', but here Keigo's throat clogged.

You opened your eyes to look up at him, lips still brushing against his knuckles as you spoke. "Bad day, huh?

Mind reading quirk. Had to be. "Long day, sweetheart."

You kissed his hand again, spreading open his fingers to trace your lips down to his palm, kissing the warm spot softly. "A bad long day, then."

He only hummed in response, studying you. Trying to find out where you had found a crack on him that you saw how shitty he felt. How shitty today had been.

You didn't ask him what happened, and he's grateful. You know better. It shouldn't be this way (he should be honest with you), but you're patient. Kind. You pulled him to lay on top of you on the couch and Keigo ignored every alarm in his head just to give in to you. To let you guide his head to rest on your chest as his wings puffed out, creating a perfect crimson blanket for the both of you.

He's exhausted. Spent. Drained. But you already knew that. You must have.

You've seen him this whole time, and while that strikes newfound fears into him, it's also almost nice. It meant less talking for him, more deep understanding of how he is and how you are and how this situationship-dare he say relationship-would work.

Maybe seeing Keigo Takami isn't necessarily a bad thing. At least, not yet.

And for now, he'll take that.

[lovebillyhargrove]

The bell above the door jingles softly, announcing a new customer.

"Hi. I'm here to return these?"

Steve's raising his eyes from the counter and

"Holy fuck ..!"

"Yeah .. Long time no see. How are you doing, Harrington?"

"Uh .. same old?"

Most definitely, same old.

"You're .."

"Alive, thanks for asking. Just visiting Max and the shitbird asked me to return these tapes. So ..?"

"Yeah! Yes of course .. Just a second."

A black bike helmet is placed on the counter

"You're on a .. motorbike?"

"Uh-huh. My baby .. my car can't drive long distances now. After some asshole rammed into her a couple of years ago."

Steve remembers.

"You staying here long?"

"Nah. Going to the Atlantic with a couple of friends of mine. Vacation."

"The Atlantic ..?"

"We're thinking Cape Cod. Or wherever the road takes us."

"That's nice .. What friends?"

Slightly raised eyebrows, in mild surprise

Oh, Steve's such a fool

"Just friends." An aloof shrug of wide shoulders

"Alright. Thanks, Harrington." Takes the helmet alongside Steve's last crumbs of self-control

"Hey .. Hargrove, wait!"

"What?"

"How come are you .. alive?"

"Long story."

Jesus, you were so much more talkative in school

"Where .. where do you live these days?"

"San Diego."

"Does Max know your number?"

"Of course. Why?"

"No reason."

"Bye, pretty boy." A tsk. "Oops. Apologies. An old habit."

"Uh .. bye."

Steve's trailing after him to the door, cheeks starting to burn

Or

Two years after Starcourt. Steve's still working in the Family Video and still looking for his lost mojo, when one day Billy Hargrove, who's supposed to be dead, walks into the store, looking as gorgeous as ever, wearing black leather and holding a black bike helmet. Not dead. Different but same. Same but so different. So .. exciting. Like a thrill. Like a .. pirate treasure, unreachable and alluring.

Also, he looks like he doesn't give a fuck about Steve anymore.

Harrington's going to do some life priorities revision.

Tonight. It feels like he's been dormant this whole time. Wasting his youth, wasting everything. Probably having let go of something .. someone important.

***

"Rob! Robin ..! Hey, listen .. I think, I'm in love. I think I need to .."

What will Steve do?

[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Okay- so like- nerdy Natasha. I’m obsessed😭😭 I can’t stop thinking about one of the last prompts, about her being scared to get rough. Like omggg— she would be fucking reader so gently but she’ll remember that r told her it was okay to be more rough with her then all the sudden she has r on all fours and telling her what to do, ahhhhhhhhhhh😭😭😭 pls you need to write thissssss

Hesitating

Warnings: Sub to dom! Natasha, mentions pregnancy, breeding, touch sex, soft sex, dirty talk, Natasha has a dick, spanking

Pairings: Intersex nerdy Natasha x fem reader

Word count: 1.3k

"I-is this okay y/n?" Natasha asks you, slowly easing her hips into you, waiting for you to adjust to her size. Her hands resting on either side of your head. Low grunts came out of her mouth whenever she felt you squeeze around her.

"Mhm, you can keep on going nat." Your hands going to warp around her back, a moan coming out of your mouth when Natasha bottomed out inside of you. Her hips making thrusting into you gently and cautiously. Her hands moved away from your head and grasped your waist tightly, her movements getting a bit faster.

"Feel so good around my cock baby," Natasha tells you, her hands gripping tighter around your waist, forcing them to move with every thrust Natasha made.

Soft moans left your mouth as Natasha thrust into you. Her head lowered to reach your face and gave you a soft kiss on your lips, your moans getting stifled by the action. She pulls her face away and grasps your hand, intertwining it with her own. A small smile plastered your face at the action.

Her pace doesn't speed up or slow down, she always wanted to be cautious when making you feel good since you were her first, you were her first priority. Only caring about your needs rather than her own.

Her cock hits your cervix with every thrust, her eyes closing at how warm and tight your pussy is.

"You can fuck me rougher if you want baby." You tell Natasha out of the blue, you swear you can see her face get a bit red at your statement.

"A-are you sure y/n? I don't want to hurt you." Natasha tells you, her hips stopping their movements as she pulls out of you slowly to look down at your face. Her hand came up to her forehead to wipe away the beads of sweat that were forming.

"I promise you Nat you aren't going to hurt me."

"Okay - I'll try, but if I accidentally hurt you let me know!" Natasha tells you, another smile forming on your face.

Natasha quickly lifts your body up and lays down your stomach. You can still tell that Natasha is nervous by the way her hands slowly shake when she touches you and the shakiness in her voice.

"Can you lift your hips up for me?" She asks you gently, slowly caressing your backside. You slowly lift your hips up to tease Natasha, your back arching as you lie your face into the pillow.

"Fuck, you're so pretty y/n." Natasha positions herself higher so she's right behind you, her hand slowly makes it away from your back, bringing her now empty hand down to your ass, slapping it hard enough to leave an imprint of her hand. A little moan falls from your mouth when you feel her hand make contact with your ass.

The same hand quickly comes down to soothe the area where she had made contact with.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt." She whines out to you, her hand still caressing your ass.

"No - fuck keep doing what you're doing Natasha please."

Natasha brings her still-hard cock up to your cunt, slowly running it through your folds to collect your wetness.

"Still so wet for me huh?" Natasha tells you while pushing her cock back into you. Her hands make their way back up to your hips. This time when she thrust her hips she moves at a faster and harder pace.

'Natasha, oh my god!" You moan out to her, your hands going to grip the sheets that were beneath you.

"You like it when I fuck you like a little slut?"

"Yes, love it so much Nat, please." Natasha let out continuous moans when she felt you squeeze around her harder, making it hard for her to not cum.

One of her hands leaves your hips and forms a ponytail with your hair, hardly bringing your face up as she fucks you. Her hips now slamming into you. She brings the hand that's on your hip down and slaps your ass again, loving the way her hand print looked on your ass.

"Shit, rub your clit for me y/n." She tells you as she throws her head back. You quickly move your hand down to your clit and start to make fast circles on the bud.

"Mm, p-please don't stop Nat." You moan out to her, one of your hands grabbing the already shaky headboard. Now it was your turn to be a moaning mess.

"Wasn't planning on it." She growls out to you her hand still having a hard grip on your waist. Your hips make a pathetic attempt to roll and meet her thrust. Her hips immediately stopped their movement.

"Who said you could do that?"

"Please, Natasha." You moan out to her, ignoring her question.

"Answer me or I'm not letting you cum."

"No one 'm sorry didn't mean to, please I need you so bad." You whimper out to her, your cunt squeezing around in an attempt to feel some sort of pleasure.

"Yeah? You need me? Pathetic." Her hand lets go of your hair and pins both of your hands together, bringing them to your back and she continues thrusting into you. The room was filled with your moans and skin slapping together. The bed creaked the harder Natasha thrust inside of you.

Natasha's tip was pounding against your sensitive spot making your eyes roll back.

"So close Nat, please let me cum?" You moan out to her as your head moved to the side of the pillow.

"Cum with me baby." She moans, taking her free hand down and rubbing your clit to increase your pleasure."

"Fuck, you'd look so good with my baby. Should just fuck you till your pregnant huh?"

All you can do is moan back as a response, tears now coming down from your eyes. Your hands clench in the position they're in trying to break free of Natasha's grasp but she's too strong. Your cunt clenched around her one last time as you let loose, your orgasm washing over you as your body went limp in her hand as a loud moan left you mouth.

Natasha thrust her hips into you the best she could a few more times. before shooting her hot cum into you. "Jesus Christ y/n." She moaned out to you as she put her weight on your back.

Natasha slowly pulled out of you, trying to be cautious of your sensitive state. "Did so good for me y/n."

You can't even reply to her, your body in the same position it was in as she fucked you. "I'm just gonna clean you up now y/n, okay?"

You slowly shake your head and roll back onto your back. Natasha goes to the bathroom and comes back with a warm towel, cleaning you slowly before putting on a pair of underwear and s shirt for you.

"Didn't know you had that in you Natasha," You tell her before giggling to yourself.

"I didn't know either, kinda just came to me. But I liked it, I think I'm gonna do it more." She tells you from a distance away as she looks in the drawers for a new pair of boxers and a wife beater.

"Guess I should prepare myself then, huh. Like I really didn't expect that for you Nat."

"Well, was I at least good at it?"

"You were more than good, now I have something new to tell Wanda so thank you for that."

"Yeah yeah you're wel- wait you tell Wanda about this stuff." She asks you before making her way back into the bed.

"I-uhh. Maybe?"

"Eh, it's fine I guess, she's a close friend, just don't tell anyone else, please." Her face heated up once more as she laid down on the bed and shoved her face into your breast.

"What just happened? You were so...scary like 10 minutes ago and you're back to being shy again."

"It's the y/n effect."

"It's okay, I think it's cute." You tell her before laying on your ideas well.

"I love you y/n," Natasha tells you before giving you a quick kiss on the lips and turning the bedside table lamp off.

"Love you too Nat."

[zg0nuwa]

hiii, i love your posts!!!

i was thinking about leon being jealous, we see a lot of fics where reader is being the jealous one, but i rlly think leon can be jealous too since he's afraid of losing you. So could you write leon being jealous over an ex boyfriend that reader had and reader and ex have a interaction (like the ex flirted with reader or sum like this) and Leon doesn't like? (it could be a smut if you feel like it)

𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 ; “ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 ”

i love some good old jealousy trope gotta be my favorite gender

leon s kennedy x gn!reader

warnings ; mentions of toxic relationship, mentions of harassment, mentions of alcohol and intoxication

out of all the things that could’ve happened this evening this was definitely the last one on your bucket list. this was supposed to be a nice way to spend time with leon after he came back from a longer assignment.

you two decided to keep it simple and just go to your favorite downtown bar that you discovered by accident. as you were waiting for leon to come back with your drinks you saw someone sitting in front of you in your booth.

you hoped it was leon but when you looked back the person in front of you was the last person you wanted to see.

“ long time no see huh? i guess it was fate that brought the two of us here don’t you think? ” oh how you wanted to throw something at your ex right now. but the only thing you had on you was your purse and it was too damn valuable to waste it on an asshole like this.

“ no i don’t think so. go find someone else to bother. ” you kept you glare on them and prayed to the gods that they would just leave you alone. you tried keeping yourself busy to somehow convey the message that you wanted nothing to do with your ex but they didn’t seem to catch on.

“ don’t act like you don’t miss me. ” they started to lean in closer and you could smell the alcohol on their breath. you tried to move away as much as possible but that didn’t stop them from trying to touch you.

“ oh come on, don’t be like that… ”

“ i believe they made it clear they want you to leave. ” you looked up to see leon staring at your ex with a glare that could kill a person if he tried hard enough.

“ and who do you think you are, prince charming? ” you knew that in a moment they would have their ass handed to them by leon but getting kicked out of the bar was not your priority right now.

you stood up and grabbed leons hand. at first you tried to get him to follow you to the exit but he stood firmly, wanting to confront the person in front of him.

“ leon, come on. they’re not worth it. ” but he didn’t budge.

“ if i see you trying something fucked up again our next meeting is not going to end up so well for you. ” after that you were finally able to get leon out of there. his arm wrapped around you as he holds you as close to him as possible.

as you two walked to the car he gave you a kiss on the top of your head. he knew about your past relationship and how it wasn’t healthy. at the same time he was pissed that some asshole ruined your evening but he already had an idea of how he could cheer you up.

“ let’s go home. i have something better in mind than going to a bar. what do you say hm? ”

[insomniactic-daydream]

Princess- Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Pt.3)

<- Previous Pt.2

Summary: Time has passed, and Bakugo gauntlets are almost done. However, due to a Todoroki family argument, Y/n decides she needs a break from her family by focusing on completing the gauntlets sooner.

"The USJ? Like Universal Studios USJ?" your older sister Fuyumi questions you're twin brother.

"No, it's a training facility we're going to. Apparently, All might and another pro are coming to see us and how we perform, " Shoto says calmly. Your older sister has made a habit of forcing both of you to talk about your day.

You lazily eat your food, hoping Fuyumi can squeeze more out of Shoto rather than pestering you. You're day always seemed uneventful compared to you brother. Unfortunately for you, Shoto didn't have anymore words to spare; giving you the spotlight.

"How about you Y/n, does you're class have anything planned? Anything exciting." Fuyumi smiles warmly.

"Not really. I'm almost done with those gauntlets I've been working on. So I might get graded on that soon."

"That's great, I'm sure that student is excited for thier new gear. You're going to definitely pass" Fuyumi says trying to make do with all the silence.

"Oh, they definitely won't stop nagging me, that's for sure." You remember all the texts and in-person conversations you've had with Bakugo that always started with "Wheres my shit at?".

If he's not pestering you at the cafeteria, then he's found you hiding away in the support classroom to eat.

You almost feel bad for not having anything to say but you can't get past the old Fuyumi that has side against you for simply loving the only parent that'll look at you, to the one trying to make amends now.

"Listen... I think the both of you should visit mom some time soon. Her recovery is doing really well, and it might help her if she saw the two of you more." Fuyumi says hesitantly; causing you to drop your utensil down.

"I'll think about it" "No thank you" come out of the two of you simultaneously.

"Y/n come on please, can you try and make the effort." Fuyumi pleads.

"Why would I make the effort for someone who could barely stand me. Hell, I'm pretty sure I learned to crawl faster than  Shoto cause she couldn't bear picking me up." You spat.

"That's not her fault and you know it." Shoto defends his mother. "You know the reason why she struggled." He says in his dull tone.

You scoff. "Well, it isn't my fault I was born identical to Dad. But hey, at least my quirk allows me to fix that, huh? I'm doing all of you a favor, I guess." You say standing up, grabbing your plate to put away.

"Y/n that's not what-"

"Thank you for the food Fuyumi it was delicious. Sorry I soured the mood." You interrupt her. Not wanting to cause any more issues, you headed to your room.

Forgiving never came easy to you. I mean, how could it. Everything little remark or digust they have for actually giving thier dad the time of day really did a number on your mental health and how you act today.

It hards to accept how Fuyumi cares now all of a sudden to include dad, while she made you feel horrible for loving him in the past.

Don't get it wrong, Enjj Todoroki is no saint and Y/n understands that her mother is not a monster. But, her father at least tried to make up for the lack of attention your mother gave to you while focusing on Shoto.

Endeavor was also the blame for the dynamic, but your mother never opposed it. They had agreed that he would take care of the one she couldn't bear looking at, and she'd make sure the boy is healthy.

Shoto was the focus for Endeavor; he pushed your mother's priorities towards him. After all, a boy with split hair had more quirk potential than you with just red. That was until your quirks came

Endeavor had ended up training both of you till exhaustion. However, only Shoto was consoled by their mother at the end of the day. Only Shoto was defended to take a break.

Just a child wanting to be loved by her parents. But she still had to be appreciative cause it was more than what her older siblings get to have. But still.

Guess the death of Touya, and your mother being put away, really made it easy for your father to accept that you didn't want to be a hero and you found it more enjoyable to make gadgets.

After all, you remind him so much of his first son that saying no to your passion would be doing Touya a dishonor. At least Shoto was still interested in being a hero, not for your father but to show him he doesn't need his fire quirk. Maybe that's why Shoto gave you a hard time with you using yours.

You sigh into your pillow, contemplating Fuyumi suggestion. You wanted to try. So bad. But then again, if your mother really wanted to make amends, then wouldn't she try and contact you.

You toss in your bed, groaning in frustration. You inevitably grab your phone before typing.

'You busy tomorrow? I heard you're going to a training facility soon. I can get your gauntlets done this weekend, but only if you have a place I can use my quirk safely.'

Maybe you shouldn't have texted the aggravating blonde, but you could use his nagging as a distraction for at least the weekend.

You wait a little before you hear a notification go off.

'The old hag said we can use the metal shed in the back. Or is that not up to your standards, princess?' You read out. The nickname catching you off guard with pink cheeks, but you know he's only mocking your social status. (As if he didn't mention his parents are wealthy designers in an attempt to not feel inferior by you.)

'You're lucky I spent too much time on your gauntlets to melt them to a metal sheet just for that comment asshole.'

(Next Part 4) ->

Little family angst 💜☺️

I'll admit that I haven't really fully caught up on the series yet. I'm only where dabi reveals his identity. So, sorry if the storyline is a little off or completely wrong.😅

Tags: @queenriki7

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Now Playing: Falling in Love

[Mammon - Paper Rings]

Pairing: Mammon x GN!Reader Genre: Comfort/Fluff Summary: His partner in crime. His confidant. His best friend. His human. Even if he likes shiny things, you are the one thing he'll never trade for the world and he'll prove it. Even if it means he'll marry you with paper rings. A/N: The second installment of Now Playing: Falling in Love is here!! Took a while but it's here nonetheless. I'm finally finished with my school work so I can do all the things I've been planning to do (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) This time, I chose the song "Paper Rings" by Taylor Swift! The song's just screaming Mammon's name, don't you agree? And I also get the feeling Mammon will like listening to Taylor's songs ^^ Warning: Reader's family is pressuring reader and Mammon to get married (get slapped with toxic family culture 😬); not proofread, maybe a bit OOC but I kinda liked how this turned out so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Now Playing: Falling in Love playlist MASTERLIST

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want"

"So, when are you two getting married?"

That question almost made Mammon spit out the water from his mouth.

"Oh, uh..."

"Aunty!!" You gave your aunt an incredulous look. However the older woman only ignored you, too focused on squeezing the answer from Mammon.

"What's wrong with asking? There's nothing wrong in asking about your future plans. You both are in your prime years. If you don't get married, you'll lose the chance to build your own family! Look at your cousin Daniel–"

"Aunty!" You cut her off before she makes things more awkward. "Look, I know you're worried for us, but marriage... it's just not in our priority list yet. We will get married in the future but not right now."

Your last statement made Mammon blush a little. You want to get married to him in the future?

Suddenly, you stand up from your chair and grabbed his arm. "C'mon, Mammon. I think we're done here for the day."

Before he can speak, you started dragging him from his chair and out of your family house.

.

.

.

"Hey, you alright?" Mammon asked.

It's been a while since the two of you returned to your shared hotel room, but you haven't said a single word since then.

"I'm sorry."

The demon raised an eyebrow on your sudden words of apology. "What're you apologizin' for?"

"For my aunt's behavior earlier. She put you on the spot. That must've been uncomfortable for you."

Sighing, you continued.

"I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to introduce you to my family during the reunion. I forgot why I stopped attending them in the first place."

Seeing you curl in on yourself made Mammon's heart ache.

"Hey... Why should you be the one apologizing on her behalf? Your aunt's the one who's in the wrong, not you."

It was your turn to be confused by his words. "...What?"

"I'm just sayin'. You shouldn't be the one who's sorry whenever your family made a mistake," Mammon says as he took your left hand comfortingly.

You blinked, left speechless by what he said.

Suddenly, he slipped a paper ring on your ring finger.

"Mammon??" You gaped when he did that.

"Don't tell me you forgot what you said earlier."

What you said...?

...

"We will get married in the future but not right now."

...

You blushed when you remembered what you said before storming out of your family house. You just promised you will marry Mammon in the future.

The demon chuckled as he kissed your finger where the paper ring is.

"You said you'll marry me when the time comes. So I hope you'll say yes when I manage to make this paper ring a real ring."

[oneatlatime]

The Earth King

As always, commentary off.

No. Sokka. No. Stop. This is your stupidest idea yet. I want to LEAVE Ba Sing Se.

Sokka. Listen to your sister. And your other sister.

Toph embodying my will manifested on screen.

What makes you think the Earth King is going to listen to four teens and their fluffy dog? When I put it that way, this is Scooby Doo. Scooby Doo plus Momo. Does that make Momo Scrappy Doo?

We're going back to Ba Sing Se. Great. Yay. I'm so excited.

It is rapidly becoming apparent that Sokka has lost his mind.

Surface to air rocks is funny. I'll give it to them, that's good.

This fight scene music is fantastic.

Aang took a level in badass at some point without my noticing.

I know these hats are inspired by real historical hats, and so I really shouldn't make fun, but these look like the lovechild of a toilet brush and a feather duster.

This fight is majority Toph and Katara. RIP the egos of these several hundred Earth Kingdom soldiers.

Please ensure your fluffy little butt is securely stored in the overhead bins before takeoff.

There's no way these guys are still alive. This is what was done to Jet, doubled. They dead.

The girl who doesn't even want to be here is doing all the work. Typical.

My congratulations to Toph, Katara, and Aang for demolishing an army without breaking a sweat. If only season 1 Katara could see you guys now.

I said in my previous write up that Zuko doing something good always comes back to bite him. I didn't mean it this literally. Did he have to take the jug out with him, or was that for the drama?

Good job guys!

Soka steals my job and points out the fulfillment of the Beat Up Sokka quota.

His earthiness has an interesting set of priorities.

So... is this episode just going to be talking?

He brainwashed your friend? Did you miss that he killed him too?

I said in my last write up that Long Feng was Avatar's first competent villain, but the tone he takes with the Earth King is so unsubtle that I'm thinking of rescinding that claim. Unless the King is so dumb that subtlety isn't required?

Toothprints. Sokka the idea guy coming in clutch. Too bad his brain wasn't engaged at the start of the episode.

Appa is a herbivore. Confirmed. Although he should have fangs for aesthetic reasons. Fanged Appa would be metal.

This king is a confusing mixture of endearing and infuriating.

No mere fever will prevent me from doing mundane actions in the most dramatic way possible!

Way back in the 90s there was a print ad for Chevy trucks that I remember seeing in magazines. It had a shirtless guy in jeans sitting on the bed of his truck in a field, pouring a bucket of water over himself. It was kind of at sunset and had a very late summer vibe. I had completely forgotten about it until I saw Zuko's bucket shenanigans in this scene, at which point I was abruptly -ABRUPTLY- reminded of how much time little me spent staring at that ad.

OH MY GOD. The King doesn't know about trains!!! BLASPHEMY.

Huh. So the King isn't stupid, he's just horrifically naive.

Positive attitude Sokka is kind of frightening. I do not like.

If I told this King that I had a bunch of puppies in my windowless van, he would totally fall for it. So much about the Earth Kingdom suddenly makes sense.

That one guard is having a doozy of a day.

Did the King just show a smidge of self-awareness? Wasn't expecting that.

Who is this? I have no idea who this is. I didn't realise how integral the scar was to the character's design. Give it back.

Yikes. A bunch of shmymbolism. I suck epically at decoding shmymbolism unless it's really spoon fed to me, so I'm not even going to try to understand this dream beyond 'poor guy has a really bad fever.'

Has anyone seen the Spencer Tracy movie Father of the Bride? There's a bit where he has a dream that the floor on the way to the altar does pretty much exactly this. Hungry floors must be a common dream experience.

Pretty.

If the King is really this completely ignorant of the war, who's been directing the army?

It's pretty neat that Sokka is the spokesperson of Team Avatar, and that no one disputes that.

Aang says "there's a comet coming this summer," but I heard "comic" and I know they made tie in comics for the show, so I was like "ooh a crossover episode!"

"You're already vulnerable. The Fire Nation won't stop until the Southern Water Tribe falls. You can either sit back and wait for that to happen, or take the offensive, and give yourself a fighting chance." -Sokka's dad speaking to the men of the Southern Water Tribe, while his son listens perhaps a bit too closely.

If the King really was completely in the dark about the war, how does he even know who the General is? Did Long Feng have the power to keep the General from mentioning the war?

"Your majesty I'm General How, head of the Council of Five." "What's that?" "It's in charge of your army." "Right. And what's the army up to these days?" ... " ...I planted a lovely tomato garden this year."

I love that earthbenders don't wear shoes, and that it's culturally normal. Makes an intriguing visual contrast to their fancy duds.

I have GOT to know what Mushi the teamaker's secret file says.

Toph can't read guys.

Sokka, Katara, I get it. You miss home too. But how would anyone at all from your tribe know to send a message for you to Ba Sing Se? Last time you all touched base, you were headed to the Northern Water Tribe. And those guys sent you off to Omashu, not Ba Sing Se.

Nitpick time! Katara starts reading the text of this letter out loud before she unrolls it.

Katara's voice acting while she's reading the letter is sweet. She's so excited.

Iroh. Priorities. Tea can wait.

"Huh? What's happening?" "You huffed a bit too much cave slime under Lake Laogai. Just ride it out."

This vase is lit like a main character.

"You're going through a metamorphosis my nephew." Iroh, he's a bit too old for that talk. Hang on I just realised that Zuko went through puberty on that ship. I bet that was rough.

I don't trust this. This news is all too good.

Aang referring to them all as "the family" hurts a little bit.

It is unbearably sweet to let Sokka go see their dad while Katara helps the Earth Kingdom plan, but Katara sucks at planning. Then again, the Earth Kingdom sucks in general, so maybe having a sucky planner will be a net improvement?

Either way it's good little sister content.

But there are six Kyoshi warriors. I counted in Appa's Lost Days.

Oh they didn't

Attack hug!

Airbender Zuko is a very effective jumpscare. Don't blame him for freaking out.

You know it's bad when finding the scar intact comes as a relief.

Nope. Don't trust it.

Fuck this guy.

Long Feng even eats rocks maliciously.

Fuck these guys.

Oh they did. Fuck these guys.

Final Thoughts

And just like that, it all went to shit. Or it will.

I was braced to be annoyed by how conveniently quickly the Earth King got with the program, but it actually fits well into the rest of the episode. Instead of a thing that goes improbably well, it's the one thing that goes right in episode filled with set up for everything falling apart. That bothers me less.

This episode was actually fun. At least until the end. It was mostly talking and Zuko on a bad trip. But it was win after win for everyone but my Ba Sing Se hating self, and it's always good to see your favourites having a good day. But! I have a glimmer of hope! So long as Sokka and Aang aren't completely written out until they return to Ba Sing Se, at some point I'll get some episodes outside of the city. And I have Appa back, so things aren't too bad in the grand scheme of things. I wonder that Appa wasn't upset at having all his people back for five minutes then having them split up again.

I do not like positive thinking Sokka, and I especially don't like that I have no idea where he came from. That point wasn't set up at all. I want my baby cynic back.

If letting Appa go was enough to trigger Zuko's morality crisis to the point of physical illness, why didn't letting Aang go in The Blue Spirit, or choosing to chase after Iroh rather than the Gaang in The Winter Solstice Part 1, cause a similar illness? What is different about this time?

Toph was once again the voice of reason in this episode, or rather my personal audience insert. Although it did surprise me how excited she was to see her mom. I thought that sending bounty hunters after their own daughter was kind of unforgivable, but either Toph doesn't know, or she's a more forgiving person than I am.

I realise now that this should have occurred to me when I watched Appa's Lost Days, but what idiot didn't take the Danger Ladies into custody when the Drill was stopped? btw I keep calling them the PowerPuff Girls in my head.

This episode was simultaneously a finale to a lot of threads and an introduction to a lot more. It was a chance to breathe between crossing the finish line of the 'find Appa' quest and starting the 'season finale' quest. It was also structured backwards. The big fight was like six minutes in. The 'what are we doing this episode?' was one of the last scenes. But it still works. I'll be interested to see what I think of this one when I rewatch it. It was such an info dump that I wonder if my opinion of it will be different once I watch it with all of the relevant facts known to me already. Either I'll appreciate the episode's other parts like the comedy, or I'll be bored. We'll see.

Two episodes left this season! I don't think I'll be getting to those before next year. See you all in 2024! (time needs to slow way down)

[brainddeadd]

How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days: Day Two

Matt Rempe x fem!reader

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The next morning hit you like a freight train. Your phone’s alarm blared from across the room, and your head throbbed in protest. Slowly, the night before came trickling back—Matt’s easy laughter, the drinks that kept refilling, and that ridiculous grin he wore like he knew exactly how charming he was. Matt, you groaned internally, dragging a pillow over your face. Why did I pick him?

You peeled yourself out of bed and grabbed your phone, scrolling through the missed messages. One text stood out:

Unknown Number:

Hey, hope you didn’t wake up too hungover. Had a good time last night. Still game to grab dinner? Or did I scare you off? 😈

You stared at the message longer than necessary. He was good, you’d give him that—polite but playful, direct but not too pushy. The type of guy who wouldn’t be easy to ditch, even if you weren’t actively trying to drive him away.

With a small smirk, you typed back:

You wish. Dinner sounds good. But only if you’re buying.

---

That night, you met Matt at a cozy bistro a few blocks from the bar where you’d first met. He was already there when you arrived, sitting at a corner table with a beer in hand, looking almost too comfortable. His gaze lifted as soon as you walked in, and that stupid grin spread across his face again, like seeing you made his entire day.

“Hey, trouble,” he greeted. “You showed.”

“Of course,” you said, slipping into the seat across from him. “Couldn’t miss out on a free meal.”

Matt chuckled, setting his beer down. “I like a woman with priorities.”

You arched a brow. “Oh, trust me. I’ve got plenty.”

And the first one? Making sure this guy regrets saying yes to dinner.

As the waiter came by, you decided to push the first button. “So,” you said, leaning in with a saccharine smile, “hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and made a reservation for us next week. There’s this couples’ pottery class that’s supposed to be super romantic.”

Matt blinked, clearly caught off guard. But instead of panicking, he tilted his head, intrigued. “Couples' pottery, huh? That’s... ambitious.”

You shrugged innocently. “I’m a planner. I figured, why wait?”

He laughed—a low, genuine sound—and took a sip of his beer. “Alright. If you’re this much fun on day two, I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for day ten.”

You blinked. Why the hell is he still smiling?

---

Halfway through dinner, you kicked things up a notch. While Matt talked about his most recent travel adventures, you pretended to hang on his every word—then casually dropped the bomb.

“So,” you said between bites of pasta, “what do you think about sharing a toothbrush?”

Matt choked on his beer mid-sip. “Sorry, what?”

“You know, sharing a toothbrush,” you repeated sweetly, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Some couples do it. It’s intimate.”

He stared at you, clearly trying to figure out if you were serious. “Uh… I mean, not really my thing, but... I’m open-minded?”

You almost laughed at how hard he was working to stay unbothered. “Good to know,” you replied, twirling your fork in your pasta. “I just think it’s important to get comfortable with each other right away.”

Matt leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his grin never quite fading. “You really don’t scare easy, do you?”

You gave him an innocent look. “Why? Are you scared, Matt?”

He shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Not yet. But I’ve got a feeling you’re just getting started.”

---

After dinner, the two of you walked out into the cool night air. Matt shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, giving you that easy, relaxed vibe again—like nothing could shake him.

Which, of course, made you want to shake him.

As you walked, you spotted two women standing outside a nearby bar, giggling as they glanced Matt’s way. One even whispered something to her friend, not-so-subtly checking him out.

Perfect opportunity.

You stopped in your tracks and gave Matt an exaggerated pout. “Wow. So that’s what you’re into?”

He blinked, confused. “What?”

“You were totally checking out those girls.” You crossed your arms, as if deeply offended. “Are you already over me, Matt?”

He laughed—laughed—like he thought you were joking. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope,” you said, forcing the pout even harder. “I’m very sensitive. This is so disrespectful.”

Matt raised his hands in surrender, still grinning like you were the funniest thing he’d seen all week. “Okay, okay. My bad. I didn’t realize I was dating the world’s most jealous woman.”

“That’s right,” you huffed dramatically. “You better remember that.”

Instead of being annoyed, Matt just shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“And yet,” you teased, bumping his shoulder with yours, “you’re still here.”

He grinned. “I guess I like ridiculous.”

---

As you reached the end of the block, Matt turned to you with a lazy smile. “So... do I get to see you again tomorrow, or is this where you ghost me?”

You gave him a sly smile, pretending to consider it. “Hmm. I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a chuckle. Then, without missing a beat, he leaned down and kissed your cheek—a light, teasing brush that left you momentarily stunned.

“Goodnight, trouble,” he murmured, flashing you one last grin before turning and walking off down the street.

You stood there, watching him disappear into the night, feeling oddly unsettled. Damn it.

This was supposed to be easy. Annoy him. Drive him away. Move on.

So why was it starting to feel like you were the one getting played?

[lanawinterscigarettes]

omg baby tiny request you don't have to write loads for this or not at all but i saw this on your feed and like, a little comfort fic clara x fem reader (atp for both me and sparkle we're the clara crew now)

'humming a song to calm them down'

maybe reader curls in clara's lap after work and starts crying or something (bonus points if they try to pretend theyre ok and then break down at an 'what's wrong?' and you can see the tears fill in their eyes), omg and the swaying someone hurting in your arms as you hum or sing to them i would FOLD

anyway thanks in advance if you do it no worries if you don't we just all need a comfort fic in our lives

xoxo

- ⭐

I'm guessing you didn't have a good day recently, which makes me feel so sad for you :(( I'm sending you a massive virtual hug, and I made this my priority to get finished so you could be comforted as quickly as possible <3 (kind of off topic but the clara crew is such a cute name for you and sparkle anon)

this is the original post for those who are curious

In Her Arms (Clara Oswald x fem reader)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, reader had a bad day (though why specifcally isn't mentioned)

The day had been awful, and you didn't want to have to think about it for a single moment more. All you wanted to do was get home and see your girlfriend, Clara.

She was sitting on the couch with a cup of tea when you entered the flat, though her smile at your presence instantly slipped into a frown when she noticed just how upset you were.

"Hey, love," she cooed in a low voice, trying not to startle you. "How was work?"

You simply let out a quiet grunt in response as you kicked off your shoes and slipped off your coat, making your way over to where she was.

"That bad, huh?" She let out a sympathetic sigh, opening up her arms to you. "C'mere, love. Let me hold you for a moment, maybe you'll feel better."

Nodding, you moved to sit next to her, melting into her touch as she pulled you in close.

You were both quiet for a moment as she held you before she pulled away a little and gave you a warm, reassuring smile. "There, see? Don't you feel a bit better?"

It was hard to keep everything in, and you could feel the weight of the day push down on you further and further. "No," you choked out as you voice cracked, tears welling up in your eyes.

The smile on her face fell, and she immediately pulled you back in again so that you pressed right against her. "Oh, love, what's wrong?" She gently murmured the question in your ear, that being the one thing that caused the dam inside you to break as everthing came pouring out all at once.

Her arms wrapped around you in a tight and protective embrace as you sobbed into her shoulder, unable to keep it in any longer than you had. "Shh, love, shh, it's okay, I've got you now," she muttered in a soothing tone as her hands went to your back, rubbing the area in comforting circles as she began to hum.

The sound of whatever sort of melody that was coming from her helped to calm you down, and you allowed her to hold you there as you sat curled up in her lap. She continued to hum the tune in your ear while she began to rock you back and forth, stopping to press the occasional kiss to your face.

You let out a shaky sigh while blinking back a few stray tears. The day had been awful, but things felt a bit better now that you were in her arms.

End notes: I know this is a bit short but I hope you enjoyed it regardless star anon 🫶

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