#source: me and my boyfriend 3 seconds ago

[chosove]

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synopsis. Gojo fell in love with Utahime’s stepsister the second he saw her. Unfortunately for him, you were taken. You were also about 3 years older than him. It wasn’t fairing well for Gojo since you’d always see him as the awkward kid you grew up with.

warnings. Literally none LOL I think this is cute but let me know😼 I think some parts are suggestive but other than that I fink it’s good?!

an. Um this is my first time writing like a proper fic…bare with me🥲 let me know if u like it…if not don’t tell me dawg. if this is liked I will make more parts

wc. 2k-ish

Satoru still remembers the first time he saw you.

Or rather, the first time you saw him.

He was standing on your front lawn with Utahime in front of him, a hand of his reaching behind her head to slip her hair from the accessory she held it in. He’d just arrived home after his first day of junior high school, deciding to blow off some steam upon seeing his favorite upperclassman.

“Give it back, Gojo!” Utahime shrieked, one hand gripping the hair now hanging down her shoulders after being freed from the bow she’d tied it into.

Satoru smirked as he continued to bounce the accessory above the older girl's head, laughing at her attempts to reach the ribbon.

“Aw c’mon ‘hime, ya gonna cry?” He taunted, delighting in the cherry red color her cheeks were painted with, her face contorting into pure rage.

“This is not how you treat those who are older than you!” Utahime shouted at him, now lunging towards his neck with her arms stretched out as he held her back with a hand on her forehead.

Before he could come up with a quick retort, he heard a voice speak behind him.

“Hmmm? And what would you know about respect, Utahime?”

Gojo lost focus when he turned towards the source of the sweet sound, heat rising to his cheeks as he made eye contact with the girl he identified as Utahime’s new stepsister (like really new. like, ‘6 months ago’ new. not that he kept tabs on Utahime- he’d just remember if he saw a pretty girl). Using his state of awe to her advantage, Utahime kicked at Satoru’s knees, knocking him to the ground before landing on him with a grunt and pulling her ribbon from his hands.

“First of all, you’re only like a year older than me. Second, do NOT group me in with him.“ she grimaced as she spoke the last word, a disgusted nudge of her chin towards the man on the ground.

You scoffed at her remark, finally looking towards the eyes that were burning a hole into you. “whatever you say ‘hime.“

Gojo blushed fiercely as you continued to make eye contact with him while saying the same things he did. “Doesn't really seem like you two hate each other right now…I’d go as far as saying I see a spark.”

Realizing the position he was in, he quickly shoved Utahime off of his body, ignoring the grunt that left her as she fell onto her back.

“Ew!” Gojo shouted, turning to you once he’d gotten up. “S-she wishes she were my type, as if.”

Did he just stutter?

Sure, he was a loser that loved digimon and unexplained physics problems, but usually he was the one to make people stutter. Even if he used too much axe body spray and had the odd pimple or ten- he was undeniably beautiful.

You smirked at his shy demeanor, a drastic change from the boy who had just been tormenting your younger sister in a way you thought only yourself capable of.

You turned once again towards Utahime. “You coming for dinner or you just gonna play with your boyfriend all night?” your voice teased, giggling at the anger emanating from your younger sister.

Glancing away after seeing her nod, you made eye contact with the young man in front of you- his intense gaze scanning all your features as if to memorize them.

“You’re really good at getting on her nerves y’know. She talks about how much she hates you like, all the time.”

You leaned in towards his ear before continuing. “Don't worry, I’ll put in a good word for you.”

Before he could emphasize that they really were just friends (even if Utahime says the opposite), you were skipping off to the door of your house.

It was that day he fell for you.

-

It wasn’t until about…eight years later Satoru realized he was not gonna get over you. He also realized after all these years, that maybe he wasn’t that normal about his crushes. Not in the “I’m sooo crazy, I found her moms facebook!” way- no, it was much worse.

“Listen Satoru, y’know I’m gonna support your weird shit like you do mine” Suguru sighed, shaking his head in disapproval as they continued walking deeper into the Victoria’s Secret you worked at. “But isn’t this kinda���too much? How do you even know she’s working today? Or wait, how do you even know she works here?”

Satoru rolled his eyes as if his best friend had just asked the most obvious question. “I looked at her schedule? Duh?” he scoffed, pausing to look at a matching set he just knew you’d look perfect in. Did you own anything from here? Were you required to wear this kinda stuff since it was your job? Your whole wardrobe was probably filled with lacy sets that would just be so easy to rip-

“Dude,” Suguru spoke while waving his hand in front of Satoru’s face. “I’m gonna ignore the borderline stalker shit you just said, plus the fact you’re gonna cream your pants while touching some discount thongs, but why would she even talk to the creepy guys from her neighborhood?”

Suguru had endured every awkward stage Satoru went through- mostly because he was right next to him for it all. From their secret obsession with soap operas and cheesy rom-coms, all the way to those nights of stealing their parents alcohol which would end with Satoru crying as he wondered why you wouldn’t like him back- Suguru stayed.

Unfortunately for Satoru, the boyish charm of this crush wore off when Satoru started doing lowkey scary shit like finding out where and when you worked, for example.

Gently setting down the lingerie he had made a mental note to buy as a first date gift for you (he wasn’t getting ahead of himself, you were gonna be head over heels in no time), he shook his head at his best friend.

“Suguru, Suguru, Suguru” he sighed, placing his hands on his friends shoulders in exasperation. “Obviously you know nothing about love- first of all” Satoru began, puffing his chest out to signal he had no shame over his crush-turned-obsession. “Girls love surprises and grand gestures. This is like, two in one. Second, I didn’t STALK. I mean sure, I did beg Utahime to use the washroom since I ‘conveniently lost my key’ just to get into their house…but thats like, cute.”

Satoru was glad to finally put an end to Suguru’s disapproval when he saw his friend's mouth agape, proud of his actions which were 100% reasonable to him. It wasn’t until he felt a soft hand snake around his shoulders that he realized Suguru still thought he was psycho, it was just the person he was psycho about that made Suguru’s jaw drop.

“Moving this fast with our little ‘hime, hm?”

Snapping back, Satoru flushed deeply at your implication, also wondering how much you’d just heard.

“N-no way!” Gojo nearly shouted, hands desperately waving in front of him to indicate that the only person he’d ever consider in Utahime’s family was you.

You giggled at his wide eyes as you shoved his shoulder, the melody of your laughter becoming his new favourite sound. “I’m kidding ‘toru,”

Oh.

Oh God.

He really was gonna cream his pants- would it be weird if he called you a nickname too? He had so many he wanted to try out, plus he had the practice to back it up- he spent so many nights trying out the different pet names he could call you while he thought of caressing your body, the sound of your voice crying toru toru toru ringing in his ears as he-

“I’m assuming you’re here for a girl though, yeah?” you questioned, watching as the boy behind him shoved Gojo forward. He got so lost in his thoughts that he forgot the main topic of all his wet dreams was right in front of him.

Awaiting his nod of confirmation, you reached across him to grab a light blue pair of lingerie, body pressed against his while you dug through the bins of lace behind him.

He’d be more excited over the color and the fact it matched his eyes if it weren’t for the fact he could feel your tits pressed right against him.

Would it be wrong if he took a peak? Maybe he could pretend to fall and ‘accidentally’ land face first into your chest.

“This one’s my boyfriend's favorite.” you sighed dreamily, fingers running against the frilly edges while you reminisced on what he assumed to be very mediocre nights with your boyfriend.

Huh.

“Looks good on, but even better off” you spoke, outlining the pretty floral details detailing the set. You leaned in to speak in his ear, “plus, it’s super easy to remove, if you get what I mean.” finishing with a wink.

He gulped and nodded at your (far too extensive in his opinion) knowledge.

“S-sounds good, can you ring me up?” Satoru asked, grabbing the set from your hands and racing to the register.

You and Suguru both stared at his broad back nearly falling on his way to the checkout, a curious smirk forming on your lips before you strolled over to the counter. It felt weird seeing the little kids next door grow into…men. Of course Satoru was buying lingerie- he’d grown so handsomely into his lanky feature, now filling out the shirts that you swore were baggy on him just a few years ago.

You carefully scanned the set, folding it oh so prettily before placing it in the sleek black bag, finishing the purchase with a hot pink tissue paper to cushion the bag. Satoru watched your hands methodically do this process as his mind went a hundred miles a minute.

No, Satoru didn’t know what size it was.

Yes, he was devastated at the fact you had some sleazy, lowlife boyfriend (who wasn’t him).

Yes, he was painfully hard from your proximity and suggestive language.

As far as priorities go for him, his goal right now was to successfully make it out of here without you seeing the heartbreak on his face or the fact he got a boner after being near you for like 5 minutes.

It felt like years before you finally passed him the card machine, beginning to speak but quickly being cut off as a beep! rang out and the bag was ripped from your hands. “Did you need a recei-“

“NO THANKS GOTTA GO SEEYOULATERMAYBETHANKSBYETHANKS” Satoru shouted, crumpling the package in his hands and speeding out the doors to his car, Suguru on his tail.

It wasn’t until he was out of the mall that he finally took a breath, the realization that fuck, he actually didn’t have a chance with you? really hitting him.

Yeah, he was a creep who sometimes stared with his mouth open for a bit too long when you would ask him something. And okay sure you saw his awkward phase with braces, then the lisp he had from retainers, then braces again because he didn’t wear his retainers- but still, he was attractive enough right?

Preparing for a scolding from Suguru for almost leaving him behind, Satoru didn’t hide the heartbreak written across his face.

“Hey, I’m sorry man…There’s so many girls who’d die to get a chance with you, don’t worry” Suguru comforted, patting his friends back as he rested his head on the steering wheel.

mumbling something to the floor of the car, Satoru groaned loudly before finally picking his head up. “Not worried. just annoyed. Gonna be harder now.” Satoru whined, closing his eyes as he recalled the way you bit your lip and squeezed his arms. Was he imagining it or did you need him just as bad?

Hearing no clever retort from his friend, Satoru turned his head to find Suguru with pure confusion etched on his features.

“Fuck it. Never let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband, right?” Satoru spoke, key turning in the ignition as he was filled with a new dedication.

One way or another, Satoru was going to make you see how good you two would be together.

Preferably an easy way where you confessed your love to him first so he didn’t have to fold, but somehow nonetheless.

[pedriache]

you can write one with cubarsi where the reader is a famous singer and when she releases a song it's obvious that they're together and he's all shy

To be seen — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you release an album so painfully obvious about Pau !

Word count: 590+

Disclaimer/s: Half smau half actually writing! reader is a singer and alll fluff !!

A/N: okay ik u said song (singular) but then i got bored and made graphics so..

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yourusername My second album ‘To be seen’ is out now on all platforms <3 Thank you to my support system & all of you guys, I love and appreciate you more than you know!!

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username1 hey! so you were sick for this.

username2 are we going to brush over the fact that these are all love songs and she is literally dating Pau Cubarsí?? (i don’t have a source i just know.)

⤷ username3 RUGHT? i’m going insane. why IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THISSS

username4 my pauxy/n agenda has been pushed to the frontlines. nobody can deny them now.

paucubarsi I’m so proud of you mi amor❤️

⤷ yourusername I love you 😭❤️

⤷ username3 hey!! ahahahahahah i’m so normal rn guys im so normal hey hi im sooo normal

⤷ hectorfort Kids down bad😂

⤷ yourusername can you leave lil boy.

⤷ hectorfort I’m older than you?

username5 mi. amor. mi. amor.

billieeilish The most beautiful voice!!😭

⤷ yourusername i cant breath i cant breath i cant

lamineyamal Pau’s blushing like a kid rn congrats ❤️

⤷ paucubarsi Get outtttttttttttt .

username6 hey so “show me how” is actually making me hit my head against a wall. delete it NOW.

⤷ yourusername uhm, you’re welcome..(?)💕

username7 IS THE SECOND PHOTO PAU AND Y/N?

⤷ username8 IT IS?? IT HAS TO BE??

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Your front door unlocking had you scrambling off the couch. A giddy pep in your step as you scrambled to meet your boyfriend in the entryway. When you see him, Pau has a faint blush across his cheeks, probably left over from his friends teasing.

“Hello.” You hum as Pau wraps his arms around your waist, planting a soft kiss onto your lips.

“Hello.” He repeats the greeting when he pulls away. “You could’ve told me what your album was about.”

Right.

You wanted it to be a surprise. ‘To be seen’ was your one year anniversary gift to Pau, finding the only way you could explain the depth of your love was through your songwriting.

You shrug, “I told you it was a surprise!” You plant another kiss on his lips, “did you like it?”

“I loved it..” He hesitates before speaking again, “the fans also really liked it. Have you read the comments?” He’s blushing again when he brings it up.

“They are under my post about my album. So, yes, my dear, sweet boyfriend, I have.” Wriggling out of his grasp, you pat his cheek. “My parents are on the way home with takeout to celebrate! You are staying right?”

Pau rolls his eyes, “it’s our anniversary, of course I’m staying.” He trails after you into the living room, plopping down beside you on the couch and pulling you into his side. “I love you.”

Grinning up at him, you say a soft, “I love you,” back. Pau leans down for another kiss but you stop him, pressing your pointer finger to his lips and Pau’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “First, tell me your favorite song.”

“Lovesong.” He grins, “it’s.. cute.”

“Cute?” You laugh, “I’ll take it.”

“So..?” Letting out a dramatic huff, you nod—mid doing so, his lips connect with yours once again. “Also, when did that picture of us even get taken?”

Sighing at the loss of contact, you rest your head on his shoulder. “A few months ago, when we visited my parent’s lake cabin. My sister took it.”

Pau’s cheeks puff up with the smile that took over his face. “Send it to me?” You nod, reaching for your phone.

Likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in future pau posts.

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[matchaelette]

here's an idea! jungkook teaching ash to box!! imagine how cute it'll be, he'll keep praising his girl and said girl will actually shock him w her skills hehehe

GIF by @jung-koook

when you want to learn boxing and jungkook’s method of teaching it leaves a trail of butterflies in your stomach

summary: idol!jk and oc!ash, established relationship, shoutout to anonie, their idea explains it all <3 it’s pure, unadulterated love and we’re just here for the vibes, as we generally are in my drabbles.

genre: fluff

warnings: does jungkook being disgustingly in love count?

word count: 1.9k

notes: kim seokjin is back homeehehehehehehe and namjoon welcomed him playing a saxophone— I missed them so. so. so. much. happy 11th anniversary to our found family guys <3

it was one of those rare days.

having the air conditioner turned on just a short while ago, the air around jungkook feels hot and suffocating. for a whole minute, he contemplates knocking over the glass of iced latte over the countertop and letting it soothe his sweltering skin.

it has probably been less than thirty minutes since he woke up, today being one of those rare days he woke up to your kisses instead of good morning texts. he rolled out of bed in a hazy bliss, brushed his teeth, put on a t-shirt, and waddled his way into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you while you decided to go downstairs to check the mail.

now, he’s standing over the stove with a spatula, patiently waiting for the pancakes to cook and not letting his impulsive thoughts win. it was one of those very rare, and quite unusual days, where both of you had the morning off together. he didn’t want to waste even a single second doing unnecessary things without you, such as, perhaps, cleaning the coffee he voluntarily spilled. he’d rather—

but jungkook is broken out of the reverie when he hears a click on the door.

“jungkoooookie! the boxing gloves are here!”

if the click on the door wasn’t enough, your amped-up voice certainly was, to break his train of thoughts.

the door shut behind you with a loud thud— the same thud that you’ve told your beloved boyfriend plenty of times not to make— echoing through the whole house (tell me jungkook. is it so hard to close the door gently or do you just like the sound?). one of your hands is holding onto a glass of iced latte jungkook made for you just minutes ago, sipping it with a straw and another one is secured around a huge white package clutched onto your chest. but jungkook stares at you instead.

you’re wearing one of jungkook’s baby blue oversized shirts, paired with the same black boxers he carelessly tossed on the floors last night, hair swept up into a messy bun. fuck, did you actually wear his boxers downstairs? jungkook suddenly felt himself burning up and he was sure the scathing heat of the day had nothing to do with it.

“kook, hello? look! the boxing gloves are here!”

jungkook, once again distracted by his train of unholy thoughts, blinks when you spin gracefully and land in front of him with a princessy curtsy. the action makes him break out in a wide smile unknowingly, and he suddenly realizes the source of your uncontained glee.

“the boxing gloves are here?”, he asks you, his smile is a literal ray of sunshine. a few weeks ago, jungkook dragged you to one of his boxing training sessions, and it somehow piqued your interest, even though you never really gave it much thought. you were like that, always trying new things and tossing them away as soon as you got the hang of it, floating from one thing to the next like a butterfly. maybe that’s why people played you too. loving you way too easily, discarding you even more easily, just as you begin to love them back.

jeon jungkook didn’t. the thought never once crossed his mind.

“yeah! c’mon let’s open it!”

“give me a second, princess. the pancakes will go up”

“just so you know, I ordered a pair for you as well”, you tell him, making your way to the living room couch.

“really? but babe, I already have way too many”, jungkook follows you soon after, carrying a plate stacked with pancakes, topped with berries and peanut butter just the way you like it. he sets the plate on the side table and sits beside you.

for a brief moment, jungkook’s face fills with confusion.

“yeah but you don’t have—”, you rip open the package, “—this one!”

then he throws his head back in laughter.

the boxing gloves you are holding up triumphantly are black in color, snug and thick and padded with patent leather, perfectly normal, until you notice the white patch covering the area from the knuckles to the wrist— a blonde kim seokjin, mouth stuffed with ramen, face contorted into a totally ridiculous expression.

“see? isn’t it amazing?”

“oh man, holy shit”. jungkook doubles over in laughter, hitting his own thigh repeatedly in the process, “oh my god, where did you find these?! this is absolutely gold!”

“I have my ways”, you flash him a wicked smile, “I knew you’d like ‘em!”

“like them? I am never taking these off!”

“look at my one!”

second wave of laughter hits jungkook when he sees your comparatively smaller boxing gloves. it’s the same black ones as jungkook’s, with the same white patch in the middle but this one portrays a young park jimin in the iconic red bullet concert, eyes smeared with black eyeliner and lips pouting in an ‘ayo’.

“I told you it’s amazing!”

jungkook just laughs uncontrollably, unable to form any coherent sentences.

“I was looking for one with you on it but unfortunately they were all sold out”, you snicker, attempting to put on the gloves and try them out.

“fortunate for me”, jungkook’s laughter is unstoppable, “man, I gotta show these to the hyungs. immediately.”

“after you teach me to box! c’mon c’mon c’mon!”, you spring up from the couch, hopping your way to retrieve one of jungkook’s punching bags, in the corner of the living room where he usually keeps his gym essentials.

“princess”, jungkook’s laughter subsides, and he grabs onto you immediately, “not now. after breakfast.”

“naaaaur—”

“after breakfast”, he says, a stern look in his eyes. and there’s no room left for any arguments anymore.

“but I don't want to defend!”

“babe, you can’t just attack people, you have to defend yourself too!”, jungkook exasperated.

“now, tuck your arms”. jungkook instructs you but then proceeds to bring your arms up to your chin and tuck them by your side himself. “stepping forward would help you initiate a very powerful jab. and stepping backward would help you create a distance between you and your opponent, so it’s the best immediate defense. continue moving back and forth to maintain a powerful stance.”

“okay. which foot stays forward again?”

“keep your feet shoulder-width apart. you’re right-handed, so your right foot stays backward.”

“right foot points at two o’clock, right?”, your focus is solely on your boyfriend, trying your best to follow through with whatever he’s saying. jungkook just wants to kiss you.

“yeah. bend your knees slightly.”

“no no no, not that much— unless you’re getting on your knees for me?”

“jungkook!”

“okay okay! you’re perfect”, jungkook moves a few inches backward and flashes you a mischievous grin, but can’t help being proud of you. he didn’t even have to tell you much and you were already in a perfect stance, certainly much better than him when he was starting out. “now have a go at me. I wanna see your strength. then I’ll teach you the different punches.”

you take position, but hesitate. “okay— how hard am I supposed to hit exactly?”

“huh?”

“could you punch me and show me how much strength i’m supposed to use?”

“really?”, jungkook looks offended but amusement fills him.

“yes! I just want to know if I should go all out or keep it light.”

“you want me to punch you?”

“oh my god, you’ll survive not being a gentleman for five seconds, jungkook”, you say impatiently, “now punch me!”

jungkook, unsurprisingly, doesn’t do what he’s told. instead, wraps his arms around your waist and smashes his mouth against yours, swallowing your surprised squeal with a smirk. in a flash, your head spins and you lose your balance into an abyss of delight. jungkook knows you all too well and presses you against him when you try to grab his shoulders out of reflex (don’t you know he’d never let you fall?) but fail because of your glove-cladded hands. your lips taste sweet and savory, the peanut butter and berries combining into a deadly experience he’s not sure his heart could handle.

yet he never hesitates to steal your breath.

when jungkook lets you go, it takes you several minutes before you can talk. or think.

“what are you doing?”, you whisper.

just what he’s wanting to do… always.

“i’m never gonna learn boxing this way”, you sigh.

“what way?”, jungkook’s breathing is heavy but the smirk on his face says a million other things.

“this way you’re—”, you shake your head and peer blearily, “wait, what was I saying again?”

“c’mon princess, you don’t need me to punch you. just land a punch on me. give me your best shot.”

you mouth an ‘okay’ and fall into stance, as jungkook instructed. “is this okay?”

“good girl”, jungkook teases, which has you losing your focus for a second. but then, you shake your head and direct your shot at his abs, self-instructed.

the punch lands hard and square on him, causing the doe-eyed boy to stagger several steps backward, gripping his abdomen with clear astonishment.

“babe! did you really hit me?!”

“wha— you told me to!”

“I didn’t expect you actually would!”

“what did you expect?”, you’re nonchalant but the redness creeping up your cheeks isn’t, “i’d kiss you senseless after you asked me to land a punch on you?”

jungkook dramatically collapses on the floor, shaking violently with fake coughs. you snort at his antics and offer your hand to your boyfriend to help him up but he doesn’t give you the chance— he grabs onto it and pulls you down. the unexpected gesture throws you off balance and you land directly on top of him. you yelp, but jungkook doesn’t even flinch. he quickly secures his grip around you, making sure not an inch of your body touches the floor or gets hurt.

“jungkook! you—”

said jungkook cuts you short, gently pressing his lips against yours, once again making you forget time and space. what were you planning to say? however, he doesn’t give you any time to think— moving away from your lips and peppering your entire face with kisses. you burst out into giggles and jungkook sighs with satisfaction— that’s it, that’s the smile he’s so helpless in love with.

“is this your idea of teaching me boxing?”, you put your hands on your boyfriend’s chest, lifting yourself up and sitting beside him.

“that was the reward of a punch excellently thrown.”

“oh, you gotta be kidding me. are you planning to reward me after every punch?”

“that’s a very good idea. but jokes aside babe, that was one heck of a punch���, jungkook beams at you, propping himself up on his arms.

you laugh.

“okay, remember when you couldn’t take piano lessons from yoongi oppa because he wouldn’t stop praising you? that’s exactly where this is going.”

“I mean it! that was a really, really solid punch, I did not expect that at all!”. oh, but he did. he has an unbreakable confidence in you that he wished you had in yourself.

“what can I say? you’re being a very good girl”, he winks.

“kook, you're a terrible teacher! you shouldn't flirt with your students!”, you scold him.

“forget what a teacher does. i’d rather do you instead.”

[moonstruckme]

have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

i’m such a sucker for a fake dating trope, could i request a drabble with eddie or tasm!peter? (i feel like out of all of the boyfriends they are the most likely to do it lol) <3

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 686 words

You drop Eddie’s hand as soon as you’re around the corner. “Baby?” your voice comes out disgusted, blissfully steady. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“I don’t have a shit ton of practice being couple-y,” he replies, huffy. “Sorry if I didn’t have time to whip out my domestic dictionary.”

You shrug. “Guess I just expected a little more creativity from you.” He does spend most of his time fucking around with chords and making up stories involving dragons and mages. 

You cross your arms, walking with a couple of feet between you and your part-time boyfriend now that there’s no one around to see. Eddie turns to look at you, his hair falling over his shoulder. “You like it.” 

He’s teasing, you think. He can’t possibly know that. But your face heats and you can’t look up from the sidewalk, because there had been an undeniable commotion in your stomach when Eddie had said in front of everyone, voice smooth and sweet as iced tea, You getting tired, baby? I’m about ready to head out.

It had been a warm sort of commotion, more bees than butterflies, buzzing all the way from the pit of your stomach up into your brain, where they’ve stayed, humming quietly even now. 

You try to pass your flustering off as pique, rolling your eyes and making sure Eddie sees. “It’s infantilizing,” you say. “I hate when guys call girls that, it’s so weird. I’m not a literal baby.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” You look over, and Eddie’s grinning at you now, laying it thick on in the way he has been all night, except that was for show and this appears to be just for you. With how wobbly it makes your limbs feel, you don’t know how much more of it you can take. “You seemed a lot like a baby, the way you let me open every door for you all day and were just about falling asleep on my shoulder a couple of minutes ago.” 

And just like that, the happy buzzing quiet. Real indignation sparks to life in your chest. “I thought you were just being chivalrous for a minute there, but I figured that was ridiculous.” For a second, Eddie looks confused. “And anyway,” you go on, “it’s not like you were any better. I thought I was gonna have to pry your hand off my waist if you got any more comfortable.” 

“You still might have to,” he teases, reaching around your side to squeeze at that favored spot. Your vexation breaks up as a laugh jostles out of you, and you try to move away but Eddie doesn’t let you get far, pulling you roughly against his side. 

Any more of this, and you’ll have to get a tattoo of his handprint on your waist with Eddie’s spot written inside. It’ll be tasteless and suggestive, and you know Eddie will laugh for days. 

“I’ve got to find something equally punishing for you now,” you say. “How do you feel about sweetpea?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“No? Honeyboo?” 

“You know—” 

“Pookie?” 

“—I actually don’t care what you—” 

“Oh, I know! Stud muffin.” 

“Would you shut up?” Eddie squeezes you around the middle again, cutting you off with your own giggles. He doesn’t look nearly as embarrassed as you’d like, still grinning down at you like you’re a source of endless amusement. “Stud muffin actually isn’t bad, but I don’t give a shit what you call me, so long as it’s you.” 

Some of your playfulness fizzles out, and he smirks at what he takes for your dissatisfaction, stopping and grasping your upper arms to look you in the eye. The metal of his rings are cool on your skin. “Got that, baby?” he asks, stretching the endearment out long and teasing.

It takes you a second to react, grateful for Eddie’s hands on your arms as you try to remember how to balance on your own. Once you do, you scoff, ripping out of his grasp and continuing ahead. “Fuck you,” you say. 

Eddie all but skips to catch up to you. “Oh, you wish.” 

[rilakeila]

STRAYING OFF COURSE, lorenzo berkshire

summary it's known that lorenzo's breakup with his first love was the cause of his downhill when it comes to his relationships

sm au pairing f1 driver! lorenzo berkshire x model/fem ! reader warnings cheating, strong language

author's note pls disregard any mistakes with the time ;-;

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ynln 🇫🇷🥖 paris was fun, see you again ! loberskhired

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loberkshired hon hon hon🥖🥖

ynln stop trying to fight me with baguettes 😭😭

lorennzzzoo ahhh they're so freaking cute

dailyyn if they break up, idk what love is

theonott Pls bring back eiffel tower keychain

loberkshired you're here with us in the paris, though??

ynberkshired ughhhh oh to be in paris with my bf

enzoenzoenzo did you guys see the cheating rumors

lovemenotttt enzo is always in cheating rumors even when he clearly isn't malfoytrolls yeah but apparently ppl saw him with some girl a couple months back before the last race riddlemethis according to who? source is trust me bro

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f1wagsnews 1/3/2023 - YN LN, fashion model, was seen walking home alone after what looked like an argument in the parking garage with long term boyfriend/F1 driver, Lorenzo Berkshire. She had apparently surprised him at his job with the help of his fellow team driver, but she had immediately walked out of the building almost in tears. The conversation was spoken softly but despite LN's typical sweet tone was replaced by a very stern one. The conversation included about Berkshire's stressed in his racing career and her career as a high-paid model while touching on the rumors of Berkshire's infidelity. It was unclear to the paparazzi whether YN believes if the rumors are true or if Berkshire had fessed up, but it was certain that the two were not okay.

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lorenberk WTF is this news in 2023? already? the year just started ?!!!!!

ynberkshired mother, father pls say you're okay and it's not true

enzoenzoenzo i think i accidentally brought this to life PLS NO 😭

riddlemethis 😭 LIKE I SAID, SOURCE IS TRUST ME BRO (but this is the most reliable source when it comes to wags)

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tmz sports

january 10, 2023

Lorenzo Berkshire, F1 Driver is rumored to have cheated on long-time girlfriend of 4 years, Y/N L/N. It was said that he cheated the night of the Japanese Grand Prix on October 9th. It was the same sunday that his fellow driver of McLaren would go on to win the Japanese Grand Prix, which has been the assumption that made Berkshire blow off the steam by cheating.

An anonymous tip from a news outlet sent this picture in which is Berkshire and mystery model making out on October 9.

Sources from Deuxmoi saw that the infidelity was not a one off on one night, but it was a continuous thing up until the Austin Grand Prix Weekend (October 21 - October 2023). The other party has not been named yet, but it is said that she is a lower scale model compared to Y/N L/N.

Lorenzo Berkshire and Y/N L/N have said been together since 2018. They were schoolmates prior to dating, and they started during their second to last year at their academy. It was also rumored that the two were supposedly going to get engaged during the winter break, but now it has been filled with these rumors.

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f1wagsnews — 1/20/23, Y/N L/N was found out and about with drivers, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Draco Malfoy (+ GF Lilianna Snow). Her boyfriend, Lorenzo Berkshire, was nowhere to be found. The two have not been spotted together since January 3rd where they were found outside of the McLaren building arguing.

Close insiders have said the two are no longer together which may have been due to Berkshire's cheating rumors.

All mentioned drivers are said to be in close contact with Berkshire. Though, each one including L/N has unfollowed him on Instagram.

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loveenzo wtf our parents are over for sure

fullofmalfoy omg noooooooo

insideryn ITS THE CHEATING AFTER FOUR YEARS

notnottyn i think yn and theo should have been together

prettyprettyn READ THE MF ROOM (honestly yeah they would be so cute)

riddlemethis this is why draco is the superior cousin

oh they're fucking.... she's a homie hopper ????????? for context, i imagined that theo is just helping a friend out :p

hope you enjoyed this! masterlist

[kristallioness]

After Katara finished healing the guards' injuries, Aang wanted to accompany her on their way back home. As he rested a hand on her bruised shoulder to walk together, he noticed something maroon-coloured stuck in her hair. "What?" Katara asked, clueless about why her boyfriend was staring at her so intently. They stopped in their tracks and she let him comb his fingers through her dark brown locks for a second. "I.. I think you're bleeding." "What!? From where?" she panicked a little bit since she hadn't noticed before. One of her hands instinctively patted around her head. When she held it in front of her face, she was surprised to see dark red stains covering her fingers. "It's okay, it's just a small wound. And I think it clotted up already," Aang stated, parting her hair from the source of her bleeding. He was right, the tiny cut had already begun to heal on its own. Katara sat down on the nearest patch of rock so she could quicken the healing process with her waterbending. She dropped her pouch on the edge of the rock and summoned the remaining water around her hand, gently lifting it above the wound. The water began to glow in a familiar light blue hue. Aang frowned at the sight. Even when she was wounded, albeit barely, she tended to others first. This would always be a part of who she was as a person, putting everybody else before her own needs. He wished that she would take care of herself just as well as she did her patients. The airbender stepped beside her and interrupted her healing session for a moment. Katara ceased healing and let her hand back down. She eyed him as he rested one hand on her shoulder to pull her into his embrace, and cupped her chin with the other one, thus resting her head against his chest. She nuzzled her cheek against the orange of his sash and smiled, a soft hum escaping her lips as she felt him kiss the wounded spot on the top of her head ever so tenderly. "You're always so worried about fighting for others that you forget to fight for yourself," Aang murmured to her.

So, uh… Hi? 👋 A lot has happened since I was last here (which is roughly 1 year and 3-4 months ago).

Let me just literally pick up the shards of my life and we'll try this Tumblr-thing again, okay? 🥲

This drawing is very personal to me, and serves as an important reminder that I need to be more kind to myself. ❤️‍🩹

[flynnflwr]

i BARLEY talk about being fictkin on here because im scared. like uhm the therian & otherkin community are super nice to us sometimes so its hard to open up about.

im gonna reveal my kins & how i feel & stuff YAYAYA :pp

literallt me and no one else

• Bennett (genshin impact)

• Basil (Omori)

• Kappa (Castle Swimmer)

• Tsurai (Spicy Mints)

• MK (Lego Monkie Kid)

ME but can be other people too

• Senjuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

• Rody (Dead Plate)

Flicker

• Miyano (Sasaki to Miyano)

• Willow (The Owl House)

• Nene Yashiro (TBHK)

Questioning Kin?? i have no clue HEELEP

• Tubbo (DSMP) (I DO NOT SUPPORT THE DSMP BUT I GOT A SMALL HYPERFIXATION ON IT LIKE A YEAR AGO AND MY BF LIKES IT)

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1. Bennett; MY FIRST EVER KIN THAT I FOUND OUT 🔥🔥🔥🔥 i have mixed feelings on being bennett because my ex uhm YEHA BUT i am bennett. im not as connected to being bennett but im still bennett. im always bennett because im bennett. uhhh, kaeya is my big brother figure ans I LOEV HIM SO MUCH /FAM shoutout to kaeya. i have this memory of diluc getting reallt mad because i accidentally ate 3 grapes in his grape vinyard?;?:? thingy??;? i forgor but i had to do chores for him for a couple of weeks, ALSO during that time he said a swear in front of me and then looked at me horrified because i was like 15-16 so he was like "AH CHILD" it made me scared of him for a bit but now i think its funny.

2. Basil; SECOND EVER KIN I FOUND OUT!!!;!! uhh yeah. im not as connected to it but im still basil because im basil so im always basil. twins/doubles make me mad SO MAD because they make me uncomfortable but people always come to me and are like "am i the exception 🥺" AND NO!!;! you arent the exception please leave me alone. i may be chronically online. anyway i remember having a crush on sunny & kel. and then just like uhmm trauma (LOTS OF MEMORIES WITH MY OTHER FRIENDS TOO LOVE YOU GUYS /P)

3. Kappa; im a gay little fish. I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN I LOVE SIREN okay i got it out. uhmm other than my love for my source bf i just have a lot of trauma from being the beacon anwya.

4. Tsurai; LOTS OF MEMORIES. mint is so pretty. reading how my life went & gaining memories makes me so embarrassed. what was i doing. i miss my friends, my friends were so cool and nice. i also miss my red mullet :(( im still confused on how mint likes me but its okay i still love him!!;!;! hes so awesome sauce

5. MK; monkie. uhhhmm i miss my dads. AND MEI I MISS MEI SO BAD MY FRIIIEDN UGSUSHHJ. i have /r mems with red son. hes a silly billy. i also miss pigsy's cooking SO BAD. i only can think of trauma stuff now wahsgh :pp

6. Senjuro Rengoku; I MISS MY OLDER BROTHER KYOJURO SO MUCH ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY. kyojuro please come back :( i miss you. tanjiro was so nice he's my friend. my dad changed after tanjiro came over but the fear i had from before never truly left. a lot of my memories are blurry after remembering him becoming kind. i think..i got married?? its fuzzy idk.

7. Rody; i dont have a lot of memories with this one. i kinda distanced myself because the fandom scares me /lh im scared of vince but i also think he's attractive AND IM SO CONFUSED. HE ATE MY GIRLFRIEND.

i dont have a lot to say about my flickers expect HII HUNTER MY FRIEND YOURE SO SILLY!;!!;!; ILY /P (my friend is hunter)

im confused about if im tubbo because i relate to him A LOT i really love ranboo and feel a deep connection to ranboo & tommy (and tubbo but in like a ME?;!?;;? way) and i look at tubbo and see myself. :( ueagh AND MY BOYFRIEND JUST REVEALED HE LITERALLY HAS MEMORIES OF BEING RANBOO AND ITS MAKING ME QUESTION MYSELF EVEN MORE BECAUSE LIKE EYEGEJSH

anwya if you read this all YAYAYAYAYA thank you!;!;!! i hope you have a good day

[roseblancheenfleurs]

https://www.tumblr.com/mysteriousreader4/742376813214482432/yandere-enigma-x-female-reader-beta?source=share

Part -3 link above.

Yandere Enigma X Female Reader Beta

Part -4

Tags:#Yandere #omegaverse #nsfw #straight

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️

NSFW content, straight Omegaverse, slight degradation, general yandere behaviour, fluff, dark, lying, breeding kink, kidnapping, reader with health issues mention of suicide a bit, cursing.. probably will edit later while writing

Recommended to read at late night away from parents eyes 🙇🏽‍♀️

That sentence it's that guy you saw talking to your boyfriend that night.

He was currently taking your pulses and cursing your boyfriend who is acting like a brat.

"See what have you done, Bastard. I suppose her waist is broken already "

You woke up throwing away his hands a sharp pain at your waist your weak figure again fell on the bed.

Your boyfriend who at past would force you see a doctor even if you're just having hiccups, now he stood there with a stern gaze not bothering to help you.

"Are you satisfied now?" He asked your boyfriend in the angry voice who answered in a surprising manner

"It doesn't concerns you how I treat my beta, you are called here to check her health, check it! Hand me the report and medicines go back "

They argued for about 10 minutes you sat silently.

"Fuck Yourself" Finally he went out the boy supposed to be called Thomas as you heard him being referred.

"Don't look at him, Bun" He pinched your chin making an eye contact with you

"If I get jealous it won't be good for you"

He caressed the bitten place of your neck with those fingers which were pinching your your sensitive places just some hours ago.

"We have not gotten all day bun, You are now my wife" He probably took your signature and fingerprint through some shady way.

"So be good wife go cook for your husband and then spread your legs like a slut ready to be taken"

The choice of his words no way you don't believe it's him, he would never degrade you like that.

You tried to act normal and say

"But my body is paining and all sore" But would get yanked by the arm to the kitchen getting thrown the floor.

Ordered to do what asked.

This went by even with the maids lined up you were required to do all the works who knows what type of punishment he is giving you.

Working like a maid whole day really too much for you, works supposed to be done by 20 maids had to be done by you alone. The maids bullied you instead of providing any help to the worst dumping dirty water on you, making you breathe smoke of dry leaves in which the doctor has specially told you to take care of. Someone was too busy to notice it.

Until the day you had enough, you body wasn't able to endure it more.

As he entered the room to find you waiting like other day. Today you welcomed him with a tight slap .

Unfortunately you underestimated his abilities as he grabbed both of wrists behind you.

"Someone has sure grown her guts back"

"Ah! Leave me.... Release me I said..."

"Why don't you love me?"

"No I don't. You are not Zen, he would have never treated me like this, he cared for me,he loved me" Tears streamed down your cheeks even being marked by this man you lowkey wished it's not him.

"He died bun, You killed him by your own hands" He gritted his teeth.

"What!?I can assure there is no way I would hurt him even unintentionally, I have been looking for him everywhere but no one is ready to help me find him"

You can't take it anymore .

"Never hurt me what a joke! You killed him... Me you killed me by your own hands intentionally when you left me to suffer in this cruel world all alone, acting like a saint who has given up so that I could get something better.... You never ever even a single second thought about me."

"What are you saying?"

"You may not remember but I remember it all,that hell of a life you left me alone even after promising to accompany me my whole life "

"Don't tell me he is also reborn" You thought in a worried expression

"Seems like I am not the only one to come back that expression of yours tells everything about your cruel mindset"

"but it's you who left me this time"

"So what would you even expect me, waiting for you to turn your back again? I was fighting against them alone trying my best to keep you with me for any price and it was you my strongest opponent"

He threw you on the bed cuffing your wrists and ankles..

"You should consider yourself lucky that I still haven't broke your legs and arms, Reflect yourself before it's too late"

He left you there while you sat on the bed in a blank expression.

Next day, wasn't the same anymore, you weren't required to work anymore .

Getting provided meals time to time every need taken care of but this wasn't enough to fill it all up.

You are not the forgiving Y/n right? Who craved revenge.

From the maids who lacked the simple empathy towards another fellow human, from your boyfriend who was so busy that he didn't saw his girlfriend suffering yet claiming that he has loved her all along.

You refused your meals making him punish the maids who were assigned for it.

You cursed at him tried to escape constantly said you would rather die than be with him. Do anything for him to get angry and kill you off. Ruining his important files throwing coffee over his white suit supposed to be wore during a important function. Everything literally everything you hated staying here in this world. Nothing was your own. It all affected you mentally . You grew dangerously silent.

He tried to cheer you up letting you go on a shopping date with Tara or may be taking you to dinner.

Cooking with his own hands but none seemed to work.

It was another day You just have been forcibly feed by him your lunch,and now he is peeling you some apples.

Both of you are sitting in garden with cherry blossoms falling down kissing you skin.

Spring is here.

"Bun" he called for you but you didn't respond in any way.

This has been a daily routine, he would drag you to the garden talk about his whole day. But never listened not answered.

Looking at the falling cherry blossoms you recall the day you both first meet in high school.

You the nerd girl and him the hot hunk.

From enemies to lovers today you are both strangers.

You close your eyes to feel the soft breeze .

You felt his arms around you body instead of struggling you let him back hug you. You were now too tired to fight him.

Too tired.

He made you your face turn his away softly kissing you cheek experiencing the sweetness he missed.

He lips transfer on to yours, you willingly part your lips allowing him entry.

That day you just let him do whatever he wants cooperating with him, you could feel the same gentle treatment like before, He is back the man you love.

He warmed the bed for you cuddling you to sleep singing slow and soft lubally and you slept like a little baby.

Why the hell is it full of my pictures?

[brooklodgeestate]

"Hey Celia wake up, wake up" whispered Eoin as he lightly shook Cici's limp body.

Nothing. Absolutely no movement what so ever coming from his right side. With a motionless body laying beside him, Eoin decided to get out of bed connect his phone to the speaker and started playing Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride - Jesse Bloch

Not even 10 seconds into the song, Celia has emerged from her beauty sleep standing up on the bed, singing and dancing around. Luckily for Eoin, he was out of danger from being trampled on by a energetic blonde. A giggling Celia looks over to her blue eyed boyfriend before looking down at the smile on his face "well good morning to you too" as the music fades in the background. "As much as you love your music we need to get a move on, it's 3am and we need to collect Byrnes" Eoin replied as he starts getting dressed for the day. After remembering what day it was Celia jumped out of bed as she excitedly got ready for the day ahead.

With coffee's ready to go Eoin picks up the head collar and lead rope before hoping into the car. It's a 30 minute drive and as they make their way to their destination Celia reminisces on how it all happened.

Throwback - 5 years ago "No Cici we can't afford it" said Eoin looking at her with disbelief in his eyes. Celia widens her eyes at him a pout forming as she responds "But, but, but...if we do this Eoin we won't have to commit to anything serious for another 2/3 years..." Again, with disbelief Eoin sighed...knowing that this fact is not true. "If we do this you have to promise me we leave the foal out to grow up and only break them when he/she turns 3". With excitement pooling in her eyes Celia jumps up and down before hugging Eoin "Thank you, thank you I promise you won't regret this". A defeated Eoin sighed before walking away from the office leaving her to do her own research.

Celia was on the search for a lovely sturdy horse. Loving the Irish Draught Horse she didn't have one at her yard since her late father was around. Not only were they known by their good temperament but, also for being strong boned and very versatile. Wanting to expand the yards diversity in disciplines she thought what better way to start it but, with an Irish Draught Horse. The next part of the plan was actually sourcing one, that was the real challenge though. Where was she going to find the traditional breed, with so many bloodlines getting mixed it was rare to find the bigger boned horses.

Looking around was the longest part but, after searching far and wide Celia stumbled onto Remham's lovely Irish horses. Falling in love with REPH Ghost a stunning grey who has competed in hunting and eventing Celia couldn't say no to this lovely stallion. Because his Irish horses were so breath takingly wonderful she looked at his broodmares too as she stumbled upon the gorgeous bay, REPH Cassiopeia who competed in show jumping and eventing. The two were a perfect match in what Cici was looking for and with the help from the lovely Moose her dream came true in breeding the two.

Throwback Over *Engine turns off* knocking Celia out from her daze Eoin looks over with big wide eyes "Well my darling, are you ready?" taking a deep breath she nods her head excitedly whispering breathlessly "yes". As they make their way to the airport collection point the two anxiously wait for the handover of Pac-Man BL aka Byrnes. After a long wait Cici catches sight of her beautiful new young horse, looking over the dappled bay horse she couldn't help but grin ear to ear at the lovely horse in front of her. As a 5 year old the pair were thrilled at how much he's grown into his body, filling out with so much potential in strengthening him up. 

Once arriving home the team couldn't wait to see the newest member and Sean grinning like a Cheshire cat knowing this was going to be the start of a new partnership. Even with Autumn kicking in and the fields getting muddy Eoin gave the go ahead to let Byrnes out into the bigger fields as he settles in. With the release of Byrnes into the field the calling and galloping he did was unbelievable, going on for 10 minutes before starting to settle and even at that he'd still neigh here and there. But, as look happened a bunny had appeared just by the gate which not only intrigued Byrnes but also seemed to settle him down even more, before silence finally hit the air and everyone started to disperse back to their jobs. 

[raine-kai]

Fic Stats Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

Tagged by @aowyn <3

Most Hits, Second Most Kudos, and Third Most Bookmarks

Undertow

(One Piece, one-sided Strawhats/Luffy) This amounts to a character study, exploring each crewmember's love for Luffy. I wrote it more than a decade ago. I'm surprised that it basically swept the game 😂

The Straw Hats all feel the gravity. They let it pull them under. And if its source doesn't realize what he does to them...well, they don't really mind.

Fourth Most Comments and Fifth Most Words

Things You Couldn't Possibly Know

(Love Like the Galaxy, Xuan Shen'an-centric modern AU) A slice-of-life fic I wanted to use to explore Zisheng/Shaoshang in a non-canon setting from outsider POV. It turned out that they made no sense from Shen'an's POV, but she did not care to ask them about what was going on, so Shaoshang ended up getting an equal number of POV chapters.

“Zisheng,” Shen’an sighs. “Please just bring Shaoshang to visit me. If her brother wants to visit too, as her brother or as A’Li’s boyfriend, of course he’s also very welcome. But why are you beating around the bush?”

“Ah—Shaoshang isn’t going to visit us by herself,” says Zisheng, so casually that Shen’an nearly doesn’t process the meaning until a few seconds later, at which point she nearly drops her mug.

“Why not?” she asks, eyes narrowing. “What have you done?”

“Nothing,” says Zisheng. “But she thinks spending time alone with me would be unfair to her boyfriend.”

“Zisheng,” Shen’an groans. The life Xuan Shen'an wished for, where she is sister to Yue Heng and mother to Huo Buyi. She would love Cheng Shaoshang as a daughter-in-law...unfortunately, the girl already has a boyfriend.

Least Words

Through the Seasons

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, post-canon poem I wrote when I was 13.

I am highly amused that the first 5 categories basically got swept by the same 2 fics, and that this has resulted in 3 fics each published approximately a decade apart. Random sample of 20 years of my writing! 😂

Tagging @vivifriend and @threephasebird if you want to play, but zero pressure <3

[russeliarat]

🍭⚡️🎥 ?

Ooo thank you for asking!! We're at a point in the night where dissociation and stress is at a high right now so the distraction is very much needed!

🍭 - how did you pick your system name?

I (Russ) can answer this! It came very easily early on after I had the whole Realisation™. Dissociation and looking into headspace was incredibly hazy and blurry for me since I was very very slowly being allowed to see more and more by our main gatekeeper and admins so I wouldn't be overwhelmed. Hence, Haze System! It still rings true to this day to a degree, switching/blurring/dissociation feels very very hazy so it's aptly named.

⚡️ - what is switching like for you? does it vary between alters?

Since there's several people in front, we can get answers from a few people.

Russ: There's two kinds of switches I experience - quick switches and what I call 'baton pass switches' where an alter can walk into front with another in and the other alter will walk out in response. Quick switches are usually nothing more than a long string of acknowledging I'm very very dissociated and then black as I'm triggered out. Usually, it feels like I've gone to sleep and I can't remember what happens in headspace after I switch out and then back in. 'Baton pass switches' feel more like someone walking into front, usually causing pressure in our head or behind our eyes or I can hear the person talking, getting up (with difficulty because I struggle to walk in headspace) and leaving front, and then blackness again. Rarely do I remember my time outside of front :>

Rhea: I'm able to snap in and out of front very quickly since it usually happens with me because I'm triggered out. It's very snappy, like a click of the fingers, a second of darkness, and then I'm in front. Usually, it's to console an alter or to self-soothe the body down from a bad reaction or trigger.

Four: [note, Four is having A Time™/neg, so his words are being more or less interpreted based on how he's talked about switching before] Switching quick hurts and it feels like I'm being dragged by my forehead in. It feels like my head is blending into the air around me and it hurts bad if I try to ignore it. It's nicer if I just walk into front though. It's like sitting on a horse - I made the choice to be in control and I'm calm and likely have a reason to be there.

[Another one that hasn't been mentioned is rapid switching because it's very rare it happens and only happens when our collective brain tries to force people to front who don't want to so they keep purposefully walking out of front and another person is put in, who proceeds to do the same until someone actually sticks. Its very painful and chaotic and leaves us very vulnerable. Usually it happens if all the hosts are triggered out of front and our brain tries to put other people in who don't want to be there. We recently experienced this a week or so ago with Legend and a few others.]

🎥 - who are your frequent fronters?

As of today, there's our 3 main hosts - Russ, Whole, and Jash - as well as Four, Twilight, and Legend, who frequently visit from the room next door. There's also the other Colours (Red, Blue, Green, Vio, and Shadow), as well as several littles such as Mona. Dove visits quite often, especially if triggered out, and her boyfriend (my uncle) Mind does to since they kinda come as a pair. There's also Apollo who fronts to be a soother, which is needed a little less than normal these past few months.

So to make it easier:

Russ, Whole, Jash, Four, Twilight, Legend, Red, Blue, Green, Vio, Shadow, Dove, Mind, Apollo, and a lot of different littles.

Some front a lot for certain roles, others front to spend time with other alters, and some front because they're triggered out a lot through positive triggers (like music or their source material) and negative triggers (like trauma or flashbacks). It's a constantly changing though, so it might be different in a few months :>

[thenotsolittlemisspeculiar]

10:56:38 = 114 or 24 = 6

November 26, 2024 at 10:m PHT: I just woke up at 10:41am PHT, but I didn't take screenshots because I just wanted to check the time. The reason why I took screenshots of the post was because I noticed "42 minutes ago" which reminded me of my imaginary ex-husband's birthday. Also, I noticed I can form the birthdays of my brother, myself, and the second (as far as the public knows) celebrity ex-girlfriend of my third imaginary ex-boyfriend with the numbers on the time and the totals of the time. ❤

[rejaytionships]

4, 9 and 10 for the meta selfship game!! For whoever you’re thinking about!! :D

Hope you’re doing well!! <33

hiii ezra! ty i'm doing great ^^ hoping all is well for you too

i'll answer about bill pokemon for these~

4. who was your first favorite character when you initially got into your f/o’s source content? was it your f/o from the very beginning?

OK SO i first started playing pokemon when i was like... 9? i had gotten a copy of pkmn platinum bc a family friend found a ds cartridge with a torn off label on the sidewalk randomly. and my first fave was technically barry! idk what it was but i was like hehe barry time :3 (although roark was a close second, which is ironic given he's my buddy now LOL) i technically knew bill in college when i finally had a chance to play more than just platinum (which i lost that cartridge ages ago. F) but i didn't know him until i watched my bf play let's go pikachu. whatever fucking juice they put in that cutscene was NUTS because both i and my boyfriend saw him and were like WHY IS HE HOT??? that was in like. feb 2022? bill's actually the f/o that convinced me to make a selfship sideblog so like wahoo! it's. really funny that bill sparked me really entering the selfship community despite me having selfshipped since i was like 6 in terms of the kanto games though... yeah he was probably my first kanto-appearing crush LOL (distinguishing that bc he's not kantonian he's from johto <3)

9. if your f/o has been represented in more than one way (i.e. in a book AND a movie, in a movie and then recasted for a reboot later, etc.), which version of them is your favorite?

ok so bill appears in like... the kanto games (rgb, frlg, lgpe), the johto games (gsc, hgss), the anime (like once in indigo league), and in the manga (pokespe + a few others) the one that made me fall in love with him was the lgpe version, BUT i will say i love that crystal and frlg gave us more lore ON bill. crystal gave us lore on his dad that he doesn't like (for being a deadbeat iirc) and frlg has the whole fact checker where i learn he is a fellow lactose intolerant sdfhskj he doesn't really do much in any of his media except pokespe to my knowledge, and from what bits and bobs i know i think he's pretty neat (i love the southern accent that is also present in the games a bit but goes HARDER in the manga) and also i love the idea of him actually having like. more plot appearance than just one time (also what he and daisy kind of have going on seems a little cute. i won't even lie to myself) fun fact did you know in one manga his wife literally turned into mew. more notably that he had a wife in the first place (and no it wasn't me. i know i'm shocked as well)

10. if you could change one thing about your f/o’s source content, would you? what would you change?

ok. i would probably make him more involved maybe i'm just thinking wishfully bc of the manga knowledge i have but in the johto games (or kanto) i wish he had more to do with trying to stop the resurrection of team rocket given he was the one in pokespe who pushed for stricter gym leader guidelines once several gym leaders were outed as part of team rocket. like idk he feels like he should have more relevance in the games and he just....DOESN'T. IDK please just give him more than two seconds of screen time nintendo i BEG of you

[kuebiko-kei]

Jason, out of absolute nowhere: Gingers come from Orangutangs

Roy (whispering threateningly): watch yourself.

[fanficsat12am]

telling the brothers they would look pretty with a ring I Lucifer & Mammon

Request: Hi, may i ask for a request where mc tells the demon brothers that they would look pretty with a ring?

AN: Here ya go guys!! My second request <3 Btw, the upload schedule might slow down from now onwards since I got some stuff on my hands, but don't worry!! I'll make sure to upload at least once a week! toodles ❤️❤️

NOTE: NONE OF THESE IMAGES ARE MINE, NOR AM I TRYING TO SELL THEM.

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜 Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus Beelzebub & Belphegor

Lucifer

It was another all nighter. He had some last minute work given to him by the Demon Prince a few hours ago and being the prideful man he was, he decided to try to finish them all in one sitting. Now here you were, quietly sitting beside him as he methodically tried to finish all his workload.

As you watched his hands maneuver around the piles of work, you suddenly found yourself drifting along a thought you had. He noticed your dazed look and was curious about what was going on in that little human head of yours.

"Is there something wrong, My Love? If need be, you can go ahead and sleep. You don't have to wait up on me. It's already very late into the night and you look like you're dozing off"

“Oh! Sorry hehe. Just noticed how pretty you’d look with a ring on you"

Though the demon was taken aback by your statement, he found it to be quite endearing. This man loves it when his ego gets even a little bit stroked, so your words were very welcomed. He found himself smirking at your little comment all night long. Even as he laid his head on his pillow, your words still filled his head.

As soon as you woke up, you were deprived of the warmth of your boyfriend. Beside you was a small velvet box and on top was a letter sealed with red wax. Delicately opening the envelope, the note inside read “I think you look good with a ring too <3”.

Little did you know he stayed up a bit longer last night to go into Incognito Mode and search Akuzon for matching rings for both of you.

You carefully place the note aside and open the box. Inside was a rose gold band with a small diamond embedded into it. Lucifer feels that less is more and that simplicity is elegant. You soon discover that he has an identical one as well, the accessory never leaving his finger from there on out. He has it underneath his glove and subconsciously fidgets with it when he’s doing work.

Source: https://images.app.goo.gl/CBXBKUkUVpVkixWcA

Mammon

You were out with Mammon who had one goal in mind, "takin ya out and spendin every last grim on whatever ya want". You didn't plan on buying anything lavish, wanting him to save more due to him drowning in debt and knowing he still hasn't paid Levi back.

While walking around, you see something in the corner of your eye. It was the new jewelry store Asmo's been talking about, the assortment of trinkets giving the place a shimmering glow compared to the stores beside it.

He noticed your gaze set on the shop cause he’s a simp, almost as if mesmerized by it.

"Ya want anything in there? Some of ‘em rich douchebags at RAD go ‘ere and say it's pretty good"

"Oh no no! Just thinking about how good you'd look with a ring on"

At first, he just hears the words "good with a ring" and starts spouting off about how you're right. He would definitely look good with a ring on each finger! Those guys in the casino would see him as tough competition.

After a few seconds though, the demon finally realizes what you meant by that. He's a blushing mess, his previous attitude almost unrecognizable with how much he's stuttering over his words.

He refuses to leave the mall without buying you both matching rings. Now Mammon’s not a newbie when it comes to haggling, but we’re in a mall for crying out loud. Everyone knows the prices here are always set, but the seller got annoyed by his persistence and lowered the price down by a couple thousand grimms.

You leave with silver rings adorned with multiple jewels around it and the biggest gemstone you’ve ever laid your eyes on placed in the middle. He knows real jewels from fake ones, he’s not the Avatar of Greed for nothing after all.

Source: https://images.app.goo.gl/EvoZuEZa6pyuDjP4A

[lalunanymph]

who's your (baby) daddy. [1]

╰┈➤ After being dumped by your boyfriend of 3 years, you decide to switch things up and go on your own version of a “hot girl summer”—subsequently finding yourself with a surprise that would arrive in 9 months time. The catch? You have absolutely no idea which of the men you slept with is your baby’s daddy.

𖨆♡𖨆 nanami x reader, gojou x reader, toji x reader, sukuna x reader

# explicit smut, puking, angst, heartbreak, pregnancy, breakups, alcohol, justin bieber, language, MDNI

‗ ❍ masterlist

“Oh, fuck me.”

Head bent forward, body slumped into a half curl was how the morning found you, sun rays innocently prickling your closed eyes as you heaved up half of yesterday’s dinner. Not caring that you were supposed to be at work half an hour ago, you ignored the calls that were coming into your phone, picking up the last one that went on for a second too long.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” Your head editor of Tokyo Today’s business desk (and massive asshole extraordinaire who always scheduled you for last-minute news) screeched from the other end of the call.

“You were supposed to be at Izuyama's public listing ceremony an hour ago.”

“Mm-mm,” you groaned, head thrown back. “Sorry, boss. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

“I don’t care what fucking side you woke up on, just get your ass there before the press conference starts,” Mia Ito hissed, and you could picture her usually genial dark eyes wild with panic, the mental image causing you to snort inwardly for her high-strung disposition could be a bit much.

“I’ll get one of my sources to give me the data of the listing and schedule something with the CEO’s secretary,” you stood up, wiping the back of your mouth off the flecks of puke. “Promise.”

You were not called one of the best reporters of your department for nothing. Years of underground work, potentially dangerous networking, and hours of sloughing through the corporate worlds brought you a ton of sources you could pick and choose to save your ass from this current predicament. Nobody could say L/N Y/N did not have a solid web of information after dedicating your life (and sanity) to curating them.

“Oh, fucking hell, Y/N,” you heard her growl and could sense her temper rising. “Would it kill you to be a bit more professional? We have a new HR manager today and word on the street is she’s some yuppie who is out for old blood.”

A quick press and the toilet bowl whirred in the background. “Out for old blood?”

“She wants to bust anyone who is older than 25.”

“What do you mean she wants to do that?” you scoffed, incredulous, a mental image of a slick-haired, severe-looking young woman with red lips coming to mind. “That’s fucking ageist, Mia. Can’t we complain to HR about that?”

“Sweetie,” the other woman deadpanned. “She is HR.”

You stopped short of pushing your leg through the dark brown slacks you chose to wear today. “Oh. Right.”

A loud sigh. “You’re getting loopier these days.”

“Am not,” you grumbled, and though people could say you held a much too casual relationship with your boss, little did they know that you had been Mia Ito’s right-hand woman since the business department was still in its budding days. You had been by her side weathering through prickly businessmen, threats of defunding, and even a near lawsuit on her end for misrepresentation of information; she owed you her life as much as you owed her yours.

“You better get yourself checked after you push this story out,” was her trade-off with you.

Barely affording another second to lose, you chirped, “Yes, ma’am!”

The day was far too bright to be wasting it on interviewing stuffy men in suits, and you let the radio play, some inane pop song that brightened the gloom and got you humming, tapping your manicured fingers on the steering wheel. Your phone vibrated and you put in the Bluetooth

On the way to TYO, you missed a call from your boyfriend of three years, Nanami Kento, and decided to ignore it. Well, ex-boyfriend now. You were both no longer together and had called it quits a few weeks ago. Trying not to be consumed by the thoughts of him, you kept it together, focusing on the road ahead.

Kento and you met during a press conference when you interviewed his boss, Yaga Masamichi, on his public listing for the Masamichi Group. At first, you had penned him for a taciturn man who barely spoke, though his choice of attire—a leopard print tie which you had teased as his wildest accessory yet—did not avail you of the thought of how spontaneous he could be.

After all, the first time you had ever gone out on a date with him resulted in you waking up in between his sheets with the shy inquiry of a second date brought up by said stoic man. You could not refuse him, not when his animalistic lust-filled disposition that night was now replaced by shy insecurity that endeared you. As a great romance book once said, the rest was history.

… Until what happened last week during your 3-year anniversary dinner where he dropped the bomb on wanting to move to Malaysia for a new job opportunity.

At first, you had agreed to it, saying that it was a good change of pace and environment. But, the more you thought about it, the more it became clear to you that you did not want to move to another country so far away from the people you loved and a budding career you could not give up.

Like two streams shifting into a fork that separated them, you had both decided to part ways. Don’t cry, Y/N, fuck, don’t cry. You sniffled and put all thoughts of him out of your mind to focus on today’s agenda.

Heels clicking on the marble flooring, you nearly skidded past the door, pulling the handle back to enter a packed press conference room. Slinking towards the front, you prepared your media pass and your notebook, smiling sheepishly at the other business reporters from different publications as you sat towards the front where the chairman was giving his speech.

It was the same old speech you had heard many people of power give and you jotted it down, half-listening, the other half wondering what to order for tonight’s dinner.

“Mr. Sento will now be taking questions from the floor,” a young man in a crisp suit you recognized as the company’s head PR manager uttered. You were content to let the rookies ask the usual questions of the company’s goals, the results of the merger, and how their suppliers would profit from this listing. But, they did not have the ace up your sleeve—a tip-off from a reliable source in TYO regarding the stock valuation that had the potential to break the pricing and drag it down.

After all, it was your moral obligation to inform your readers of what they were investing their money in and you pictured the aghast looks of the PR manager once the spotlight trailed to you.

You raised your hand.

“Ms. L/N from Tokyo Today,” you said in a clear voice.

A murmur roused through his PR team and one of them even winced. Your reputation has preceded you once more.

The stage was yours. “Mr. Sento, as you know there is currently a water crisis in Bangladesh now and it is public knowledge that your company supplies water tank parts manufactured from the same region, correct?

Mr. Sento nodded. This was all in the public domain and no potential for untoward news. At least, that was what he thought.

“But, we’ve had information that there were traces of mercury found in one of the factories near your suppliers. Now, I am not pointing fingers but can you be assured of the quality you are providing your suppliers and those who utilize your tanks?”

Silence greeted you, and you swore you saw a sheen of sweat film the chairman’s forehead.

“That—”

“We cannot answer that question,” the PR manager butted in, but the damage had been done. A flurry of questions came barraging and you sat back down, scribbling the answer for an exclusive insider piece that would hit the printers tomorrow.

“Ms. L/N, questions like these are of little consequence to the press conference,” the young man said sternly, shoulders set.

You stood up once more. “Of course, I am aware of that. But with the current valuation 2x more than the stock estimation, we have to wonder… why the inflation of the pricing, and is the value merited if the quality of the products are compromised?”

The nail was hit on the head. Above the room, the stock counter devalued, the investors quickly growing queasy. The price was plummeting to its market value in real-time.

Your job was done. “I believe you owe it to your investors to be transparent, Mr. Sento,” you quipped and stood up, but not before the feeling of nausea encroached your awareness. Going green around the edges, you rushed out of the room, ignoring the vexation your suddenness stirred amongst the reporters, photographers, and even the board of directors seated on the elevated stage.

As if in slow motion, your body tilted forward and you heaved, retching onto the pristine marble floors. Ripples of surprise and shock echoed around the room and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when you had successfully brought down the pricing so that potential investors would have a fair chance to weigh if they wanted to buy into this company or not.

Straightening up, you shot the pale chairman a look of apology. “I’ll notify the cleaners on this. I am truly sorry—not for what I said but for…” you glanced at the puddle of sick, “... this.”

At least you knew where the other half of your dinner went.

Mia could not stop laughing, bent over her desk, head in her palms, shaking violently from fits after fits of giggle. Ignoring your reddened cheeks, she chortled once more and had to collect her breath. “Y-you… fucking hell, Y/N…”

Another round of seagull-like laughter at what you had… projected during the meeting… and you rolled your eyes, disgruntled at how Mia had the audacity to laugh at your misfortune. “Yeah, yeah. Cackle all you want, you old hag. Just be grateful the story is done.” You passed her the file and hitched your purse over your shoulder, stalking towards the exit of the newsroom.

“Feel better, Y/N!” Mia called after you and you waved at her, ignoring her smirk as you closed the door behind you with a soft thud.

The nausea was still lingering around the edges and you sat back in your car seat, taking a moment to just breathe. The whole day came crashing around you and you picked your phone up, Kento’s name still in your contacts. Weirdly, he had not messaged you, instead leaving calls that got you wondering what was going on. You reined in your curiosity, remembering with bitter clarity what he had said to you the last night then both of you were last together.

“I don’t think this would work out between us.”

Kento was not a man to give up easily and for him to release his hold on this relationship—when you had both put in everything to make it work physically, emotionally, and mentally—broke you. You recalled how you could not even move a muscle out of bed, K-dramas, chocolate ice cream, and takeout being your constant friend during those few days.

But, just as you were recovering from that ordeal, another one crept up, reminding you of the humongous mistake—or, more likely, mistakes—that you committed in your efforts to get over the man you once thought as the love of your life.

None of it became startlingly clear when you were sitting in Dr. Shoko Ieiri’s chair with an ultrasound picture laying between the both of you like an unwelcome guest at an already terse dinner party. As your friend of two years and resident OBGYN, Ieiri was having a hard time divulging this truth to you; your stuffy face and snot-filled nose could attest to how life-changing this bit of news was.

“You’re three weeks pregnant, Y/N.”

Your gaze flickered to the ultrasound. “Ieiri-chan, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” she said, pen tapping on the starched paper.

“Technically—let’s just say—that well… maybe… Can you pinpoint the exact conception date?”

Ieiri studied your vitals with a pucker in her rose-tinted lips. “I would put this happy occurrence to have happened between July 2 and July 16, either the day of the breakup—”

“Or the birthday party, the mechanic workshop, and the tattoo parlor,” you whispered. Ieiri was not expecting you to burst out laughing, or for you to cling onto the edge of the table when those bubbles of giggles dissolved into sobs.

“F-fuck me,” you moaned and Ieiri clicked her tongue.

“You sure you want to add me into the mix, as well? The bowl’s pretty full, Y/N.”

Fixing your wet eyes on her, you managed to muster a miserable glare. “Don’t slut-shame me.”

“Am not,” she said and disregarded her professional veneer to take your hand and squeeze it gently. One look into her pretty, but careworn face made the words lodged in the back of your throat spill forward.

“What do I do?” Misery could not even begin to cover how you felt, for how could you be anything but disconsolate when you had absolutely no idea whose baby was in your womb. “I took all the precautions, here, look—”

You rummaged into your bag and produced a packet of condoms, ones that had Ieiri’s eyes bulging. “Fucking hell, Y/N, I remember when you bought those years ago. Those are not condoms; those are just films of rubber that are as reliable as underpaid security guards at a drug-and-fuck filled festival. They will let anyone through.”

“Condoms don’t have a best-by date,” you argued, trying to salvage your hope by debating on the merits of its contraceptive safety with an OBGYN of all people. “... right?”

“Jesus,” Ieiri moaned and released your hand, her expression seeming to say see, I told you so. Sensing that it would be to your detriment rather than your benefit for her to utter those words, she sighed, running her fingers through her medium-length brown hair. “Okay, okay. Do you at least have any idea who the baby daddy could be?”

Fuck.

“Um,” you screwed your face, doing the mental calculations.

Ieiri was growing more and more worried every passing second that you could not produce an answer.

“Wait, wait—um…”

“You have no fucking idea, don’t you?”

Her sharp words deflated the determination that ballooned in your chest and you slumped forward with a groan. “No. I have no idea. I made them all use these condoms.”

Your best friend summed up the predicament you were in succinctly in one sentence. “Yup, we’re fucked.”

The idea of Kento being the father crossed your mind as one of the four possibilities to this debacle.

You recalled with clarity how on the night before he had left you, he had driven you home in a disquiet, the radio playing in the background and the gritting of your teeth to stop the sobs from slipping past the only source of sound in the tense interior.

“It’s for the best,” he had muttered as the both of you idled in the parking lot, neither of you wanting to make the first move. Because you both sensed that if you did, this would be the last time you would speak or see the other again. Drumming your fingers on the car seat, you inhaled deeply.

“I guess you are right,” you said. His handsome face was impassive, as it was his usual mien and you gripped the hem of your dress, worrying it with your thumb and forefinger. The fact that you had waxed your pussy lips raw, wore your best lingerie set, and even splurged on some perfume that was touted to be an aphrodisiac just to impress a man who would eventually dump you by the end of the night was ironic, to say the least.

As if reading your mind, Kento reached forward and gripped your hand.

“These three years have been the best of my life,” he said softly. “I treasure every memory we have made together, Y/N, and I hope you will live a good and prosperous life.”

But I don’t want to live unless it is with you every pore of your body seems to scream. The air was fraught with tension and you gripped his hand, his thumb running circles over your knuckles, that simple motion bringing back memories of when he used to do the same thing at movies, or when you were having a bad day or even when he took your hand in the middle of a long line at Starbucks.

The tears started stinging, threatening to ruin the smokey makeup you had worn for him.

“I got to go,” you mumbled, voice thick with unshed tears. But, before you could fumble for the seatbelt, you felt his hand on your thigh, stopping you in place.

“I just…” you were stunned to hear how ragged he sounded. “I just want to kiss you. One last time. Is that okay?”

How could you say no to that?

Kento helped you unbuckle your seatbelt and leaned forward, the smell of his tobacco-vanilla cologne saturating your senses, heady on your tongue as you pressed your lips to his. But, one last kiss turned into another one, and another one, and you were on his lap, his lips on your neck and teeth on your pulse point, charting the sensitive skin with love bites.

Thighs trembling, you could barely make it in time to hitch up the hem of your dress, his light brown eyes that had turned dark with hunger taking in your lacy black thong. He traced the swell of your pussy through the fabric and you choked on a moan when he slid the seat of your thong aside to sink two fingers into your sopping heat.

He replaced his fingers with his cock once you were all but keening. Kento set a pace that had you gasping, hips bucking in a vain effort for more friction, your mouth pressed to his neck to whimper all your pleads and moans. Strands of blonde hair tickled your cheeks and the radio was playing a sad love song; one that weaved around to create an atmosphere of delicate heartbreak and intense emotions that had no outlet beyond rushed presses of skin on skin, sweat staining your bare bodies, and the feverish heat of his sculpted chest against your naked tits.

Luckily, the windows of his Audi were darkly tinted and you both could divulge in this last memory together.

The outline of his cock seemed to be imprinted in your velvet walls and you threw your head back, your orgasm flooding forward in a rush. Kento groaned and spilled into you, hot spurts trickling down your thighs. You weakly reminded yourself that you had to take your pills after this.

Kento kissed your temple and cleaned you up with his handkerchief, adjusting the hem of your dress. He did all that without being able to look into your eyes.

“... and I was like baby, baby, baby, ohhh…”

You winced when you recognized the song that played through the speakers. Unbelievable. Did they still play that Justin Bieber track on the radio? In this decade?

“Um, I guess that this is my cue to leave,” you whispered and Kento nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose and rushing to shut the radio off the moment you left out of sheer embarrassment of what had transpired.

You came back to the present, staring at the 12-inch pizza from a nearby deli you bought out of sheer frustration for the news you had received today. Munching on the cardboard-like crust, you snorted.

You didn’t know what was worse; that you may be pregnant with your ex-boyfriend’s baby or that you may have conceived one to a Justin Bieber song.

Well, at least it wasn’t Ariana Grande, you reasoned. Tossing the crust back into its box, you rubbed your temples with the ungreased hand. Whether from the hormones or desperation, you picked up your phone and messaged the last person you had slept with—a certain tall, tattooed man with rosy hair and a charming smile.

The light from your phone illuminated your consternated expression and you tapped in your message.

Hey, ‘Kuna. It’s Y/N. We need to speak. Let me know when you’re free.

Taking in a deep breath, you shot the message, waiting for a reply. Immediately, the double tick turned blue and your heart hitched, anticipating his response. You waited, and waited, and waited.

But there was no reply.

Bastard, you groaned and dunked your head under the suds of this lavender bath you had drawn.

The water needs to be less than 36ºC for the safety of the baby. At least, that was what those articles advised, and you were about to lose your mind in a lukewarm bathtub. Great, not only had you essentially ruined your life by getting pregnant out of wedlock but you were now barred from the things that once gave you immeasurable joy like sushi, hot baths, and beating your own ass in soul cycling.

This was worse than you could have imagined and as you stared at your empty phone, you wondered just who exactly did this little nugget in your belly belonged to. You were like Donna Sheridan from Mamma Mia, except without the luxurious Greek island. Perhaps, you were like Bridget Jones but without the reassurance of having slept with just two men.

No, what I am is a slut, you groaned inwardly. Not only had you slept with four men but out of all of them...

Your phone rang and you picked it up to hear Shoko at the end.

“Turn on your fucking TV now,” her tone was filled with urgency and your heart skipped a beat. “Now, Y/N, now! Channel 5!”

“Okay! Okay—Jesus!”

You clambered out of the bathtub, not even bothering to wipe yourself down when you picked up the remote and changed it to channel 5 as per Ieiri’s urging.

“It’s him—you said white hair and blue eyes. Fuck, how did I not put it together?! We met him at Getou’s fucking birthday party!” Shoko exclaimed giddily through the line and you suddenly could not breathe.

Charismatic in a bespoke Alexander Amosu Vanquish suit—with his shock of white hair and even more startling blue eyes hidden behind a pair of shades that was sure to have cost your whole year’s salary—was none other than Gojou Satoru, the heir apparent of Gojou Holdings.

Penned by many lifestyle publications as an enigmatic casanova, Satoru was one of the up-and-coming richest businessmen in the conglomerate stratosphere with a net worth reaching the billions, if your sources were correct.

That was not the only thing about him that sent you into the orbit of shock.

For on the screen, bearing the same impish smile that spoke of mischief and a scandalous night in Getou Suguru’s pristine Scottish garden, was the second man you had slept with during that two-week period after your breakup with Nanami Kento.

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