#that pretty sums up my first couple weeks on

[kacievvbbbb]

It’s so weird how blocking someone that antagonizes you is seen as a moral failure. You lack conviction your point doesn’t matter because you lost the “debate” by blocking.

What “debate”? Some people just want to exist in the internet without fighting for their right too.

You are not weak for wanting peace of mind

[fatherbrat]

ONE LAST TIME, R. SUNA

sum. two months into your relationship with your current boyfriend, your ex-fwb finally sends you a voicenote to let you know exactly how he feels about it.

feat. rintarou suna

cw. ex-fwb!suna, cheating, mutual masturbation (kinda lol), jealousy, dirty talk, anal mention, pillow humping, possessiveness, degradation

wc. 1.2k

When you posted your first official pictures of you and your new boyfriend, you had expected Suna to react…negatively. You basically braced for impact the moment you hit post, but all you got from him was an Instagram notification and two texts.

sunarin liked your post.

rin ;)

lmk if you want me to delete our pics.  and hmu when you two break up :p

You never bothered replying, initially not sure how to reply, and then forgetting about the texts entirely. The two of you barely have any contact for a few weeks after that, but he's obviously keeping up with your socials; liking every post and viewing every story. It doesn't bother you, but it's weird going cold turkey on your relationship like that. You had expected him to reach out for some sort of closure. You wanted him to. 

Halloween swings by in no time, and (much to you boyfriend’s dismay) you dress up as a sexy nurse. You don’t remember much of the night, but you do know that you posted a picture of you and your friends all dressed up on your story before getting blackout drunk. 

Your phone dies early on in the night. Your friends take good care of you up until it’s time to bring you back home, and you don’t wake up until the afternoon. You don’t check your phone until a couple hours after that—long after it's been turned on and charged to 100%. 

When you finally check it, two particular notifications catch your attention. 

sunarin liked your story. 

rin ;)

Voice Message

The voice message is 12 minutes long. 

You exit your texts immediately, opting to distract yourself by tending to your other notifications. It doesn’t help much. Your mind races, wondering what he was talking about for so long and if it was really so important that he reached out after almost four months of near-silence. 

You toss your phone onto your bed, shaking your head. You try to ignore it, cleaning the bathroom and folding the laundry and vacuuming the living room all in an effort to forget about the lengthy recording sitting in your phone. 

But it doesn’t take long for the curiosity gnawing at you to win. 

You practically run back to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Your fingers move quickly across the screen, hitting play without hesitation. 

The first 8 seconds are nearly silent, and you start to wonder if it’s possible that he sent such a long message by mistake.

But then you hear a heavy sigh.

“I like your costume.” His tone is hushed, like he’s telling you a secret. “You look hot.”

There’s another moment of silence, like he’s giving you a chance to change your mind and stop listening. 

But then Suna moans and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. 

“You never answered my text, y’know. When I asked if you wanted me to delete our pictures. So, uh, I kept ‘em.”

Oh. 

Oh fuck.

“I’m looking at one right now. It’s from last Halloween. When you-“ His breath hitches. “When you went as a Playboy Bunny.”

You remember. Suna dressed as Hugh Hefner and the two of you went to a party together. Then he took you back to his apartment and fucked you while you were still wearing the bunny ears and bowtie. 

You’re pretty positive you’re not wearing the bodysuit in the picture he’s looking at. 

“I don’t know how much of this night you actually remember, but I can describe the picture for you.”

You tense, anticipation sending goosebumps up your arms. 

“You’re kneeling on the ground, looking up at the camera, and you’ve still got those bunny ears on your head.”

This voice message is going in the last direction you thought it would.  Is he—?

“You’ve got cum all over your face, baby.” He laughs to himself before continuing. “And you’re sticking your tongue out like a fucking whore.”

Suna takes a ragged breath, a sound you're all too familiar with. It confirms your suspicions—he’s definitely jerking off. 

“That was a good night. We had a lot of good nights.” He sounds miffed all of a sudden. “I seriously doubt the boyfriend is fucking you as good as I did.”

You suppress a shiver. A pang of guilt heats your chest at the mention of your boyfriend. You should stop listening. Delete the message. Tell him to delete the pictures and then probably block him. 

Or you could let the message keep playing. 

Suna inhales sharply, followed by a shaky moan. You swear you can hear the sound of his fist stroking his dick. 

“I hope you’re not letting him put it in your ass like you let me. That’s our thing, okay?”

Under different circumstances you would have laughed. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. “And I hope you’re not letting him spit in your fucking mouth. Or–shit–doing that thing where you’d suck me off with your head hanging upside down off the bed.” He falters at the end of the sentence, groaning into the phone.

“I’m not gonna–” he interrupts himself, sighing deeply. “I’m not gonna pretend I’ve been happy for you. I miss you.”

You feel hot all over, a heady combination of annoyance and arousal and embarrassment. There’s a dull throbbing between your legs and in the back of your mind you wonder if this is what Suna wanted when he sent the message. 

“Just–just let me fuck you one more time. Okay princess? I’ll make it sooo good for you,” he whines. You can hear his hand picking up speed.

“It’s still early. Two months is nothing, it won’t even count as cheating.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “God, just one last time. Please?”

Without thinking, you grab a pillow and position yourself over it in a straddle. You won’t let him fuck you, but that doesn’t mean he can’t make you come one last time.

“I promise I’ll do that thing you like with my tongue. And you can pick all the positions if you want to.” There’s a tremble in his voice. “Or just lay there. I’ll do all the work.”

You grind into the pillow beneath you, picturing the expression you know he’d be wearing if he were in front of you–batting those dark eyelashes with raised eyebrows, just barely able to control the smug curve of his lips.

Heat pools in your gut and a whimper falls from your lips. Suna keeps talking.

“I know you miss me. You have to. You’re probably touching yourself to this right now.” 

You gasp softly and rock your hips faster.

“Such a fucking slut.” You hear the telltale quiver in his voice that tells you he’s getting close. “My fucking slut.”

You moan, his words giving you flashbacks.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, I’m coming,” he rasps, before letting off a series of moans and whimpers that almost make you concede. You grind harder into the pillow beneath you, imagining Suna in his room, chest heaving, talking into the phone and making himself come to pictures of you. 

That does it. A tsunami of pleasure washes over you, forcing your body to tense before you go limp, collapsing onto your bed with a shudder.

You and Suna breathe in tandem, both of you catching your breath. 

You hear another laugh through the phone. “Damn, that was a lot.” There’s the sound of sheets rustling. “Kinda made a mess, princess.”

He’s silent for another few beats before clearing his throat. “Text me, okay?” he says quietly. “Please.”

The voice message ends.

[littledovesnow]

a growing family pt. 2

a/n: yay for part 2!! read part one here

word count: 1.8k

warnings: pregnancy, pretty canon-level violence and stuff i think. also i'm sorry in advance about this part <3

-----

"Now, Mr. Snow, you and your wife leave tomorrow for your District Tour." Lucky Flickerman spoke into microphone, eyes bouncing between Coriolanus and you.

Coriolanus nodded, not quite sure where this was going. He was briefed on the. main topics that Flickerman would go over during the interview and this was not one of them.

"Is there any worry about the twins? Congratulations, by the way! Twins! How lucky are you!"

You smiled, patting your husband's hand to signal that you would answer this question.

"Thank you, Lucky," you started, sweet smile on your face. "I've been in conversation with my medical team, and we've all come to an agreement that it's quite safe for me to travel with Coriolanus and the rest of his cabinet. I'm not due for another couple of months, anyway."

Coriolanus smiled at you, voicing his answer, as well. "We've also spoken to the OB/GYN, and she will be joining us on the latter half of the tour. We hope she can just enjoy the travel, not needed for any medical emergencies."

Lucky nodded, satisfied with that answer. "Now, Coriolanus, you've mentioned in some changes to the Hunger Games in the coming years. We've had questions coming in from watchers, but first, a few words from our generous sponsors."

The red light went off on top of the cameras, and you let the superficial smile fall from your face, hand going to rub your lower back.

"Your back still hurt, love?" Coriolanus asked, noticing your discomfort.

"I think our kids are going to be soccer professional, Coryo." You grumbled, one of the twins had been kicking mercilessly for a few weeks.

Coriolanus chuckled, removing your hand, using his palm to massage the area. "Well, you can tell them off when they're out here."

Lucky, who had been observing the couple from his spot on the seat across from them, wore a smile. "One thing that my wife asked I do when she was pregnant with Caesar was massage her back every night. Sometimes she still makes me do it."

You smiled at the TV host, humming. "Not a bad idea. Coryo, I think I know what your next job will be."

Coriolanus snorted, hand still massaging your back. "Anything for the mother of my children."

-----

The train car you were currently seated in was more luxurious than you remembered, seats having been upholstered from your last trip out of the Capitol.

You looked away from the mountain ranges decorating the horizon when the door opened, Coriolanus entering.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, coming to sit in the seat across from you, moving your feet from the seat to his lap.

Humming, you leant your head back as he began massaging them. "Better now. What was that meeting for? I thought you had travel days free."

Coriolanus pondered over how to answer, not wanting to tell you he had just had some rebels executed for a potential threat in Six. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with."

Opening an eye to look at him, you could read the man like an open book. "How many were there?"

There was a beat of silence before Coriolanus spoke up.

"Four. Would have been three but some things you can't avoid."

You didn't reply, simply wiggling your foot when Coriolanus' hands stopped massaging the arch of your foot.

He laughed, resuming the action as you two watched the mountain ranges and nature outside of the train.

-----

You yawned, staring at the ceiling of the Crane's hotel in District Three. It was nearing one in the morning, and you had gotten a sum total of about two and a half hours since you and Coriolanus crawled into the bed.

Moving as quietly as you could, you rose from the bed, waiting a beat to see if Coriolanus woke up.

His rather loud snore told you he was still off dreaming, something you were thankful for. He had a lot on his shoulders, and you didn't want to add onto the never-ending pile of worry and stress with the upcoming election.

Moving to the bathroom, you softly closed the door and looked at yourself in the mirror. The twins had been keeping you up at night more frequently, and your OB/GYN said it was just because while they were starting to get a regular sleep pattern, they couldn't tell day from night and often slept during the day.

When you opened the door, you frowned when you saw your husband sitting up in the bed, cheek still indented from the creases in the pillow.

"What are you doing up?" He asked, voice hoarse from sleep.

Rubbing one hand across your ever-growing bump, sleepily blinking at the man across from you. "Your children are wide awake, it seems."

Coriolanus smiled, patting the spot you had previously occupied. "Come here, I'll rub your back."

With the promise of that, you made your way back into the bed, stuffing one of the many pillows on the bed between your knees.

"Oh, well hello, little one."

You looked at where Coriolanus was staring at your bump, tiny foot barely visible. "Oh that's the most disturbing thing I think I've ever seen."

"Don't say that!" Coriolanus chided, though there was a smile on his face. "That's your child in there!"

"Coryo, you shouldn't be able to see their hands from outside!" You laughed, even though your OB/GYN said it was very possible to start to see little hands and feet as there became less and less free space.

Coriolanus pressed a kiss to your hairline, rubbing the place where the foot was. "Hi, babies. Please let your mother sleep, she needs to help me win over the hearts of Panem."

Rolling your eyes, you moved Coriolanus' hand to your back, letting your head fall back against a pillow. "Rub my back."

"Yes dear."

-----

Hand clasped tightly in Coriolanus' you two followed the Peacekeepers to the barracks to meet with the district's mayor and Commanding Peacekeeper.

You two had won the hearts over a majority of each District you've visited, but as you two traveled farther from the Capitol, you knew it would be more difficult and the chance of threats and rebels increased.

The number of Peacekeepers surrounding you two had grown within each stop, Coriolanus wanting to make sure nothing happened to his wife and mother of his children, his heirs.

"Mr. and Mrs. Snow, we're very pleased you two could be here!" The mayor smiled, shaking both of your hands.

You returned the sentiment, eyes locked on the plush-looking chair behind him. "Is it alright if I sit? My feet are killing me."

The mayor, who seemed to have just realized how large your bump had grown, nodded quickly, gesturing to the chair you had pointed to.

Coriolanus stood behind you, one hand smoothing your hair as he and the mayor discussed the afternoon's speeches and tour around the main hub.

"Will you be joining us, Mrs. Snow?"

"No, she's been feeling a little more tired." Coriolanus replied before you could speak up.

The mayor frowned, seemingly disappointed.

"Is there a problem?" You asked, feeling Coriolanus' hand still at the nape of your neck.

"Well, the children here have been so excited to meet you, but I'm sure seeing Mr. Snow will be just as fine."

Coriolanus knew you had a soft spot for children, how they still saw the best in everything. "Love, you barely slept last night. It's safer if you rest."

"Coryo, it won't be too long. And besides, we have a couple travel days I can catch up on sleep."

You ignored your husband's deep frown, instead smiling at the mayor. "We can't possibly let the kids down, can we?"

The mayor clapped happily, rising from his seat. "Well then, shall we go?"

You stood from the chair with some help from your husband, who placed a hand on your lower back, unable to keep his hands off of you.

"You're a spoiled brat, you know that?" He whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"And you love me for it." You replied, sharp smile on your face.

-----

Coriolanus watched as you followed a few of the schoolchildren around the classroom, letting them explain the backgrounds of their various posters and projects.

"She's going to be a wonderful mother." The mayor spoke, standing next to Coriolanus.

He nodded, watching you kneel down to listen more to a rather small girl, your eyes focused on her entirely. "She already is."

"Mr. Snow, Mayor, we're going to be late if we don't head for the town square now."

Nodding, Coriolanus walked over to your side, kneeling down next to you and the young girl. "Hi, love. Mind introducing me to your friend?"

You looked at your husband, and then at the young girl. "Coryo, meet Clementine. Her friends call her Clemmie."

Coriolanus saw the twinkle in your eye as you looked back at the girl. "It's lovely to meet you, Clemmie. You know, Mrs. Snow and I have a friend named Clemmie."

"Really?" Little Clementine asked, eyes wide.

Nodding, Coriolanus helped you stand up straight. "We do, but don't worry, we can have two Clemmies. Now, I do have to steal Mrs. Snow now, we have to go to town square."

Clementine pouted, but nodded. "It was nice to meet you!"

"You, too, Clemmie! Good luck with your new brother!" You smiled, squeezing Coriolanus' hand as the two of you followed some Peacekeepers out of the school and down to the town square and stage.

You've only seen the stage on television for the Reaping Ceremonies, it looked larger on screen. "She was so sweet, Coryo. She was telling me how her mother looked like me and now she has a little brother."

Coriolanus smiled, thumb rubbing your hand. "That's very sweet. I'm sure you made her ent-"

A loud explosion cut Coriolanus off, Peacekeepers immediately springing into action, separating the two of you to get you both to safety.

There were a few more explosions around the stage, sending debris and dirt in the air.

"Coryo!" You called, trying to wriggle out of the Peacekeepers' grip and find your husband.

You coughed as you inhaled smoke, eyes wide to spot Coriolanus. "Let me go! I need to find Coriolanus!"

"Ma'am, you need to come with us! We have orders to bring both you and Mr. Snow to a safe room, please cooperate."

You had a disdain for the Peacekeeper who spoke to you rather harshly, feeling his hands tighten their grip on your bicep.

Stumbling a few times, you had finally made it to the small bunker, heart hammering when you saw Coriolanus and the mayor already in there, dirt on both of their faces and clothing.

"Love," Coriolanus sighed in relief, though it was short-lived as he ran his eyes over your body. "Love, you're bleeding."

-----

a/n: oh how i love a good cliff-hanger

[fairykazu]

the battle for the bill with gaming masterlist ++ cw: friends to lovers, pining, first date

it was his first ever date with you, at a dim sum restaurant that recently opened in liyue harbor. he spent like weeks just planning one date just because he was nervous on how you would react or reject him. he had to ask other people for opinions or eavesdrop on your conversations with your friends on what kind of guy you like.

but instead of spiraling even further, thankfully, he let his friends sway him to believe that you like him or believe the fact you like him back in a form of manifestation.

maybe it worked because you agreed to the date with no questions asked. 

gaming was so chill about it and everything. he just casually mentioned that he finished his kung-fu practice and that he booked something, and it was an invitation only.

it was during the afternoon or rather, a couple hours until the reservation’s time was up. the day was windy but when he saw you, it gently danced around you and the leaves that were up in his face were just flying atop of your head, not even hitting you in the face. 

(and mind you, this is not overly exaggerated… the source? gaming.)

“so, how did you accidentally book for two?” you asked as you stared into his brown eyes, making him nervous by the second. 

“i was supposed to go with my uncle but since you're here with me, wanna come with?” gaming said with a wink. it was more like a nervous twitch than the flirty wink but hopefully you took it the other way. 

you looked at him as if you thought he was lying. he swore he could feel himself getting more dizzy as his palms got more clammy. are hands supposed to be this sweaty? maybe the archons shouldn’t have given him a pyro vision because clearly, he’s meant for the hydro one. “sure. when is it?” 

holy shit, he didn’t even think about it even working. he sputtered out, “it’s a date! i mean, date, six! i mean! ohmygod. new dim sum place at six, you're pretty. it’s a, uh, friend thing!” 

you laughed in response. maybe you were tricking him into a prank where you totally accept and ditch last minute. or even, you were laughing at him not with him and you are planning to talk behind his back or something. he knows you wouldn’t have done that but the idea of rejection is catching up to him. “see you on the date, gaming.” 

you walked off and the wind hit him in the face again. but it didn’t even bother him this time because oh my god, it worked. he meant, of course it worked! manifestation is real. “oh my god. thank you, morax, thank you all the archons for this luck. i thank you.” he got on his knees and started to cry. then he quickly got up because too many people were looking at him and he was getting a tad embarrassed at what he just did. 

and of course, he had a plan:

step one: act like a gentleman, and you will instantly be swooned by his charms.  (plan created by liyue squad . . . call 555-LUV-CUPIDS for advice on looove! ). 

he really tried but you managed to be one step ahead of him. he picked you up in a kar, a new invention from fontaine that just dropped in liyue. he quickly opened his door, sliding across the bonnet of the kar, an audible squeak was heard from the inside of the car. 

you watched him roll off the car, he brushed off the dust off his clothes just before he opened your door, his hair, once slicked back, was back to his normal fluffiness. “for you, my lady.” he said, in a formal tone. he tried to practice a fontainian accent but it did not go as well as he thought he did. xinyan pointed out he sounded more mondstadtian-ist-something than french. 

you laughed, it was elegant and pretty and he swore his knees turned into jelly, he stiffly got up, teeter tottering away from the car. “ahem, shall we?” he extended his hand to you and you accepted it. 

you were glowing. you looked stunning in your dress and maybe he says this a lot in his head. but if you were walking down the sidewalks, he would see you, get blinded by your beauty and crash his kar into a building. his cause of death? you but he’d be grateful because his last image before he died was seeing you. 

“gaming, you ready?” 

“born ready… i mean, of course, i am. c’mon lets go.” when he was about to open the door for you, you held it open, “shall we?” 

“haha, we shall.” 

the waiter welcomed ga-ming into the restaurant, escorting the both of you to your table. 

you leaned into him, it was so close! did he appreciate it? yes, he really did. he liked the smell of your perfume. it was very jasmine like, floral and pretty. can you even smell the word, “pretty”? yes and it was you. 

“gaming, i thought you said this was a new place and that you haven’t tried it yet?” you asked as he froze up. he had to be dragged by you to the table. 

(note to past gaming, from future gaming: he didn’t say all that. YOU WERE LYING!!!)

“uh, surprise?” 

he felt his time come, this is what he was made for. the gentleman, the best way to swoon someone by pulling their chair out for them. he was ready. he could feel the angelic spotlight shining on his shoulders as he reached for the chair. he remembered what he was supposed to say, “for you?” or “cmon sit down.” or… something like that. 

shit, did he forget his training? 

but you beat him to it, you pulled out a chair for him, tilting your head to him. instead of protesting, he sat down immediately. he didn’t put up a fight at all.

he cringed.

 it was pitiful! he was like a dog! 

he was so going to get you back for this. 

totally. 

(...not!)

step two: flirting !!! 

gaming blinked at his friends who somehow pulled a blackboard from the closet. “what do you mean by, “flirt” with them?” he asked as xiangling pointed with a ruler, 

“well, you know, just flirt with your natural charm.” the swordsman bursted out laughing, wiping a tear off his face. eyes still watery, xingqiu quipped back, 

“if he had natural charm, you’d think he’d be with them by now.” 

gaming scrunched up his face, burying his face into the pillows. muffled, “i do! i mean, i am going to charm them!” 

xinyan sat next to him, he scooted more into the pillow. if he tried to scoot more, he’d roll into the cushion. “gaming, just serenade her.” she made a strumming motion as he sighed, “i don’t think i have that skill set.” 

xiangling added, “don’t be a buzzkill, i see how they look at you, i think you’re fine.” 

“if anything, just manifest it.” 

gaming threw the pillow from his face, hitting xingqiu in the process, ignoring the blue haired guy storming to him with two pillows in both hands. “you’re right! i’ll manifest it.” 

he tried his best to remember his lessons of how to know to flirt or whatever but he forgot already. he stammered, “so the weather am i right?” he wanted to kill himself. if he was able to clone himself, he’d kill the other in a heartbeat. he laughed nervously as you smiled,

“pretty cool. gaming, do you have any recommendations from this place? or does xiangling know you’re betraying her by going to this place?” you asked. it’s true, when xiangling was planning this date with the crew, she mourned the location of the date not being at wanmin restaurant. 

“i like the xiao long bao with the pork but we can switch out the meat if you like or really, we could go the vegetable ones. yes, xiangling knows and she thinks i'm a traitor.” gaming said with a dejected sigh, making you giggle. 

yes! side quest accomplished. 

“that’s disappointing, gaming, why didn’t we go to wanmin restaurant?” you asked despite knowing the full reason why. everytime you encountered anyone from the liyue squad, there was always a kamera flash in the corner and somehow it’s always xingqiu. gaming nervously laughed, pulling his collar from his neck, 

“well, you know how they are, i think, they’d fangirl or something.” 

you laughed again and everyday he thanks the archons to let him live in this generation because then he could see you everyday. “like that group?” 

gaming’s face dropped as you laughed a little harder, “sorry, sorry, i was just messing with you.” 

the brunette laughed it off too despite his whole demeanor tensed up in fear, “gee, if you’re going to do that, give me a warning ahead of time.” he quickly grabbed the glass of water, sipping on the straw. 

you tilted your head, “it wouldn’t be just as fun then, i like how cute your expressions are.” he started to choke midway drinking his water, you quickly rose out of your seat and patted him on the back. 

he swallowed, “thank you?” he hoped his blush wasn’t noticeable. unfortunately it was, his blush spread to the tips of his ears. 

“of course!” 

gaming devised a new plan, he called it, screw the hundred step plan by the cupids. he will just go with the flow! well, actually, he’d go for step number ten: pay for the meal. after you two finished dinner, you were getting your wallet from your bag but gaming stopped you, “allow me.” he fished out his lion shaped pouch from his pockets. 

“i’ll pay for the bill, gaming, it’s fine.” you insisted as he declined your offer. grabbing your bag and slinged around his body. “name, i took you out, it’s my treat. you can pay me back next time.” 

“sorry but our schedules don’t always line up perfectly like this, gaming. you know this so you should just let me pay for our meals. it’s not much.” 

“you shouldn’t go out of your way to pay for the meal! and look,” he gestured to your bag, wallet still in it. “you don’t have mora on you, so i’ll go pay.” he raised his hand up, getting the bill. 

“i have a card.” 

“name, really, i can pay. you can pay me next time, okay?” he tried to bargain with you but you kept going. luckily, he built over defense about paying the bill for years. “don’t play that game with me, gaming. it’s okay, i can pay.” 

“oh my god, name, is that international pop idol, robin?” gaming shouted as you whipped your head around. “where!”

he quickly sneaked out of the table, tip toeing to the front. despite being out gentleman’d by his date, you have won the battle but he will win the war. until he saw a familiar figure in front of him, paying for the meal already, he dropped to his knees. 

internally screaming no in his heart, a mighty soldier has fallen and it was him. the one who betrayed his love and out-gentleman's him, was you. he didn’t even know how you did it. are you secretly related to sonic the hedgehog? 

he wouldn’t mind actually… that’s besides the point. how did you even… ? (he was actually tiptoeing and you just sped past him).

 “gaming, c’mon, get up.” you said, lending a hand. nevermind, all is forgiven, he is holding your hand right now. thank you, gods, i have lived. one day i will live again when i meet them in every universe and slash or life. “i paid already.” 

“how?” 

“magicians don’t reveal their secrets.” you replied with a smile. just before gaming was going ask to elaborate, you quickly kissed his lips.

he melted into it, only standing still and shaking as he held up a thumbs up. "okay!"

[fandomfucker]

💳 💥💳💥💳💥💳 Rhea Ripley social media posts / talking bout her girlie in interviews part 2 pleaseeeeeeeee 🥵🙏

I mean, if yall are insisting…🤷‍♀️

For the purposes of this, you're not a wrestler

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfucker/745782885181734913/do-you-think-you-could-do-one-for-rhea-were-its?source=share

Also, currently getting my first tattoo as I write this so please ignore any possible grammatical errors

With the ass video going around, you’d repost it with a “😋🍽️” caption and she would immediately repost it with a “🙇🏻‍♀️🍑🍽️” or sum shit to rile up the fans

You don't have a hug social media following yourself, but they do often ask for more content. Specifically outfit of the day(s)

You make Rhea do them with you because she makes you feel more confident and in every video you can see her just staring at you in the mirror the whole time

I've already said Rhea will bully people off the internet for being me to you. But you? Oh my god you’re worse than Rhea is

If one of her co-workers says something even slightly unkind about her in an interview (Becky👀) you will go with Rhea to her next show and find them backstage

You don't even wrestle or fight but Rhea has had to pull you away from multiple people now because you will fight anybody and everybody for her

One of said fights happened to go viral online, no punches were actually thrown as Rhea had dragged you back first though

People online either loved the love between you two as a couple, or wished they had a partner absolutely willing to throw hands will someone over them

Rhea would do your makeup for videos and she'd always do her makeup on you to see what it would look like

She also does voiceovers on your own makeup videos, or a day in the life, or something

The fans always eat it up too cause Rhea's commentary is hilarious

Whenever you're backstage and Rheas going to take photos, she’ll ask you to do the shoot with her so that her fans, and yours, can get sexy pictures of you both to thirst over

Totally not because she loves seeing you both look like that and wants a picture for her lock screen

Rhea started a war of bad facetime screenshots between the two of you on Instagram and you're determined to win

To the point that you have called people to interfere in the background while Rheas at work to get a bad reaction photo out of her

She's too proud to admit it, but it's worked several times

Your tiktok has pretty much become a house reno account

You build all the furniture and shit, make the cool decorations and put them up, paint, do everything yard-eorl related while Rhea picks out what's pretty and the pretty colors

She'll also help you carry heavy stuff around cause she's jacked and you like watching her work but she mainly kinda just like, flounces around

The fans are dying for the two of you to have a show on HGTV together

Which may or may not be in the works

SCARY DOG TREND

It went VIRAL

that's how most mosherz were introduced to you as Rhea’s partner

You started vlogging, though not very often, just so that you could have the permanent memories of all the different experiences between you and Rhea

You only post like once a week but people eat it UP

You have your own merch now

Most of its the two of you but there is a shirt or two thats just one of you

There are mercy plushies of both Barry and Luna that you always have to put up for pre-order cause they sell out in seconds

Clothes for said plushies are in the works

She posts little video clips of you on her story the same way she does her dogs

And it's always the embarrassing ones where you're completely cuddled into her and shit

She got Saints of the Undead (the people who make her leather jackets) to make you a personalized one as well even though you don't wrestle

It's your favorite thing in the world and you wear it more than you should

Like it matches with nothing that you're wearing it with

But, it says “Mami’s” on the back of it so you make sure to wear it especially when you go with her to Raw, Smackdown, any povs, etc so that people know you belong to her

[heartkaji]

[ ★ ⸻ @saelvr ]

★ OVERVIEW

HI AELA !! omg another kaji stan welcome to the club 💓 YOUR ASK WAS SO SWEET BBY, i’m so glad my work could inspire you and you should def start writing again, i’d love to read ur works 💘 ANYWAY you and kaji’s dynamic is kinda hard to sum up. maybe clumsy gf x protective bf ? either way, you two are a cute couple that kusumi, enomoto and your friends love to hype up from the sidelines 🤞

Q1 — WHO FELL FIRST AND WHO FELL HARDER ?

shocking, but kaji fell first; gradually though. i think your friendship started because you somehow needed his help like twice a week every week. you became a familiar face and needing to take a detour off patrol to help you out with something became weekly routine. at first, i think kaji lost his temper with you a LOT. you were always losing something, getting into some sort of trouble, honestly he was sick & tired. but after a while (and many scoldings) he gets used to it. hearing you yap more and more as you get more familiar with each other while he accompanies you to help you out with whatever you need becomes less of a punishment and more of a reward. i feel like at some point you stopped calling him to help you out when you saw him on patrol and then he began to miss you. the next time you needed something and called him up, he asked why you’d stopped needing to see him. you explained you’d been deliberately trying to be more careful so you wouldn’t bother him, but he rolls his eyes : “who told you you were bothering me, huh ?”

kaji also falls harder here i fear 🤦‍♀️ this man has become a fool for the very girl he used to call a fool unfortunately. every second of the day where he’s at furin and not with you he’s wondering what you’re doing, where you are etc. he frequently texts you during class, and you happily oblige, sending him silly selfies to ‘brighten up his day’. he rolls his eyes before saving your pictures to the album named ‘her<3’ on his phone 💘

Q2 — AT WHAT MOMENT DID HE FALL IN LOVE ?

like i said, with you it was a gradual thing. i don’t see kaji having a “damn i’m in love moment” with you, unless we count how he felt weird when he realized he missed your presence? or maybe we could take it as that. kaji builds up some sort of affection with you the more you spend time together, and although it’s initially a friendly affection it turns more into love the more he notices little things about you : the way you forget about whatever you’re on about the moment you see a stray kitten on the road, the way you playfully grab onto his arm and call him your “knight in shining armor” (which he claims to hate btw ) whenever he takes down a bunch of guys harassing you, the way you gradually seem to become an entirely different person from who you were when he had first met you. at first you were so shy and quiet, but now you have the nerve to tell him to fuck off when he tells you to shut up mid ramble. kaji’s not sure exactly when he started to look at you differently, but one thing he knows is the girl he’s in love with is the girl you’ve been all along

Q3 — THEIR FAVORITE ACTIVITY TO DO WITH YOU ?

SLEEP ! in the most innocent way possible. you can be pretty lazy, and that’s great for kaji because you two can be lazy together. after a long day chasing stray cats or keeping things in check at furin, kaji likes to come back to you and be welcomed with open arms. a lot of times you straight get to talking but you’re immediately cut off : “hi ren, how was your—“ *kiss* “nuh uh, sleep.” he’ll drag you off to your room, gently push you onto the bed and flopping himself on your chest. it catches you by surprise everytime but it only makes you smile. with flushed cheeks you pat his hair and listen as his breathing slows. before long, you’re fast asleep as well <3

>> 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 <<

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

[lover-lyn]

i wanna request sum lemme be ur first request OKAY HERE ME

ACE X READER GOING TO PROM PLSSS

This took so long and FOR WHAT, not very proud of this tbh, first time writing a one-shot so, hope you like it :)

Fem reader implied (reader wears a dress) but no pronouns used, Teen!Ace, modern AU, reader is called "pretty" and "sweetheart"

Stupid in love

Let's get married in Vegas

We don't need guest list

I don't wanna think too much

Let's get matching tattoos

I don't wanna think it through

Baby, I'm so stupid in love

MAX HUH YUNJIN↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

During his short life, Ace had been in many situations that he never thought he'd find himself in

But this won the number one spot for most surprising and nerve wracking

He had been given detention for months on end, he had been grounded by Dadan for an entire year, he had even been arrested before, yet he didn't doubt that he'd be in even more chaotic situations in the future.

Here he was, Portgas D Ace, certified trouble maker and self-proclaimed womaniser stood in front of your porch wearing a suit and holding a flower bouquet

Currently, he was glaringly the door as if it had wronged him. In truth, he was nervous, and incredibly so.

a couple days ago, Ace had been standing on this very porsh, holding a single Hibiscus flower, waiting for you to open the door so he could know the answer to the question hed spent weeks trying to work up the courage to ask, needless to say that he'd been overjoyed upon hearing that you were only waiting for him to ask.

yet for some reason, he feels even more nervous now.

a couple minutes pass until Sce finally felt calm enought to knock, the door opened almost instantly

"there you are, i was starting to think you stood me up"

and there you were, in a ruby red dress, a Hibiscuss flower pinned to the neckline of the garment

"Ace?"

"sorry, hi sweetheart" Ace`s blushing only increased as he heard your quiet giggle "hi" you you replied

"you look pretty, really pretty"

seems as though it was your turn to blush "thank, you don`t look half bad yourself" that was truly a understatment, if anything, Ace looked like a prince straight out of a royal ball with a blood-red three piece suit, his hair was slicked back with just a couple strands falling out of place and onto his face

"can i give you your flowers or would you like to keep checking me out?"

"oh i'm the one checking you out? didn't you forget how to talk as soon as as i opened the door?"

Ace's smirk only widened "come on now, you wear my signature color and expect me not to stare? that's so unfair"

"your color? whoever said red was your colour?"

"me, now take your flowers and let's go"

"hey good lookin'"

"Sabo i swear to God if you don't shut the fuck up i'm going to castrate you"

as expected, the night had turned out a disaster, how could it not? all of the 'ASL' brothers were attending, granted the youngest had snuck in thru the vents after hearing that their would be a buffet

so while everyone was still inside dancing the night away, both you and Ace sat soaked head to toe in the water foutain, Sabo was relentlessly teasing you while Koala filmed the whole thing for blackmail material

it seemed as tho everyone had forgotten about Luffy, who was curently hiden under the buffet table exitedly stuffing his face full of food he'd nicked from plates the second the security turned his head the other way

yet, looking out onto the scene, you and Ace shared the same thought

there was nowhere else you'd rather be and no one else you'd rather experience this moment with

[ranhaitanisgf]

aaaaaAAAAA CONGRATS ON 2K !! IM SO HAPPY & PROUD OF YOUUUUU ILYSM YOU DONT KNOW HOW MYCH I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR HCS 🗣!!

ofc i HAD to join on this event 🤩 may i have a scenario for “oblivious ‘best friends’ “ & “getting sick” with inui? where reader FINALLY realizes that inui actually cared for her more than a friend would ? preferably fluff 🛐 TQSM LOVE I APPRECIATE IT [cry] <3

— inui [inupi] seishu // obvlivious best friends // getting sick

[𖤐] ANON THATS SO SWEET !!!! im sorry for disappearing for so damn long !!! i hopeeee yall enjoy this, as i went wayyyy over word limit once again !! i also rewrote this like two hundred million times cuz i was struggling w the vibes idk ... anywho. enjoy my loveliessss xoxooooo

wc ; 1.7k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

inui was worried. 

well, he wasn’t sure that that was quite the word to sum up how he was feeling at the moment, but it was the best he could come up with at the moment. 

his worry had started around a week ago, when you had stopped showing up to toman meetings. it was highly unusual, since even though you took on more of a strategic role rather than a fighting role, you still would attend every meeting to offer your input on different issues and how to solve them. you prided yourself on your intellect and being able to strategize, so the first day you hadn’t shown up, it was already ringing alarm bells in his mind. 

after the second, third, and fourth day, inui was sure that something terrible had happened, and somehow nobody had told him. however, even after asking around all the divisions, and even mikey himself, he concluded that nobody had a clue as to where you were. every time he tried to call your cell, it went straight to voicemail, and all the texts that he sent were still on delivered. 

and so now, as any best friend would do, he showed up at your apartment. 

he had visited a couple times in the last week, repeatedly pressing your doorbell and knocking on the door for what seemed like forever. he didn’t want to intrude into your home, but his worry was getting to its peak, so, as an normal person would do, he decided to break your door down. 

sure, he felt pretty guilty about it, especially since your landlord would probably give you hell about it, but the pros outweighed the cons in this situation. 

pros: he gets to see if you’re safe. 

cons: your landlord gets angry and increases your rent, your door is broken until it gets fixed, your neighbors will be upset (maybe), you might get kicked out of your apartment. 

yeah, in his mind, the pro outweighed the cons. 

with a strong kick, inui swiftly kicked beneath the handle of your door. as expected, it wasn’t the strongest thing, so it opened rather easily, even having the courtesy to stay on the hinges. 

“(y/n)?” his voice rang throughout your apartment, feeling a bit on edge at how messy everything was.

 had someone broken in and kidnapped you? did you get robbed and they ended up abducting you? what if-?

“what…the fuck.” inui’s jumbled thoughts cleared up the moment he heard your voice, (was it a bit more raspy than usual?). you had emerged from your bedroom, a blanket heaped over your shoulders as you blankly stared at him. 

“(y/n)...” without much thinking, inui took a couple hasty steps forward and wrapped his arms around you, relief flooding through him. “do you have any idea how worried i’ve been? why didn’t you pick up any of my calls?” you sniffled a bit in his embrace, making him step back a bit to get a better look at you. 

your eyes were rimmed red, and now that he was paying more attention, he realized that you were really warm. your hair was quite a mess, and despite the thick blanket that you were holding over your shoulders, you seemed to be shivering. 

“well, that’s ‘cause my cell’s been dead and i haven’t charged it.” you jerked a thumb over at the living room couch, which your dead cell phone was laying on. “what’re you even doing here though? did you break the door?” your eyes wandered behind him, seeing your door wide open, looking back at inui as he froze a bit at the question. 

“yeah…i’ll pay for a new one. is this why you haven’t been responding? because you’re sick?” 

“i think you’re smart enough to answer that question yourself.” you mumbled, turning around and walking back to your bedroom. “now, if you’ll excuse me, ‘m gonna go back to sleep…” after taking another couple steps though, you felt yourself stumbling as your vision began to blur. 

your wavering frame was steadied by two arms at your shoulders, quickly leading you to sit down on the edge of your bed. as your vision came back, you noticed inui kneeling in front of you, his brows pinched together with worry as he slipped his cool hand onto your forehead. 

“you’ve had this high of a fever this whole time?” 

“yep…” you could barely keep your eyes open at this point, your head bobbing up and down as you tried to stay awake. 

“hm…just go back to sleep.” 

“will do…” you mumbled, flopping back onto your bed and getting under your blankets. 

inui looked down at you as you passed out almost immediately, feeling worried and a little bit betrayed. why hadn’t you called him? had you been taking care of yourself this whole time? 

he settled onto the edge of your bed, carefully pushing some strands of hair out of your face. gently, he pulled some of your blanket up, tucking you in, the corners of his lips turning up as you buried yourself deeper in the blanket. 

cute…

--

“...up…(y/n)...wake up…” you groaned at the subtle shaking of your body, turning over to try and go back to sleep. “(y/n)? just wake up for a few minutes and you can go back to sleep.” the smell of something good wafted through the air, which was enough to make you slowly open one eye, turning back over.

inui was above you, leaning over as he made sure you were awake. his blue eyes became a bit softer when you finally opened both of your own eyes, staying over you for a moment more than was necessary before leaning back. carefully, he handed you a small bowl of rice, a fried egg on top of it with some soy sauce, handing you a pair of chopsticks. 

“you should eat if you want to get your strength back.” you dug in without another word; the most you had been surviving on in the past week was crackers and cheese, since that was the only thing you were able to eat without doing any sort of cooking. 

however, your eating paused when you felt inui pushing some of your hair to the side, unpeeling a cold pack and carefully sticking it to your forehead. he was a little bit closer than he probably needed to be; you could see the flecks of green in his blue irises, his eyebrows still pinched together a little bit as he looked at you. 

ba-dump!

now that you were a little bit more awake, you became quite conscious of how messy your hair was, and even more so noticing how sweaty and gross you were. your fingers ran through your hair, trying your best to take some of the tangles out as you looked to the side, embarrassment flooding through you. you hadn’t called anyone on purpose; you hadn’t exactly wanted anybody to see you like this. 

“er, thanks…” 

“...” 

“...seishu…?” you questioned, feeling a bit awkward as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. he looked back at you from his seat on the edge of your bed, a somewhat faraway look in his eyes. 

“hm?” 

“uhm, are you alright…?” at your question, inui opened his mouth, then closed it again, seeming to be thinking about something. he mulled over it for a few more moments, the silence feeling just a tad awkward, before he started to speak again. 

“i wish you had called me.” he said, a tone of hurt in his voice. “i was worried that something may have happened to you…and even if you’re just sick, i just…” inui paused, fiddling a bit with a piece of his hair as his ears turned a bit pink. “...i wish that you would rely on me more.” he sighed, his head pulling down a bit as he stared at the ground. 

the straightforwardness of his words caught you wholly off guard; you had not been expecting that sort of response from him. 

you felt some guilt flood through you at seeing his sadness, laying your chopsticks across your bowl as his words echoed through your head. you supposed that you probably should have just let him know that you were sick instead of trying to disappear for a week or two, since you probably would have also been worried if he had tried to pull a stunt like that. 

“i’m sorry…i just didn’t want anybody to see me like this. i don’t exactly look the best right now, so-” 

“you look good.” 

“...” you stared at the boy seated next to you, trying to find any sort of lie in his eyes. instead, he just kept looking back at you with the most honesty in his eyes, a slight smile across his lips. “you’re a weirdo…” you murmured, feeling your heart skip a beat when you realized that he seemed to be serious with his words, (was your face feeling hot because of your fever?). 

inui didn’t reply to your half-hearted words, instead taking the bowl from your hands and placing it on your bedside table. 

“you should get some rest.” you stayed sitting up for a moment, your eyes tracing over all his fluid movements. his blue eyes suddenly flicked back to you, the eye contact finally breaking the trance you seemed to be in, making you immediately lay back down and cover the bottom half of your face with your blankets. despite the embarrassment you were suddenly feeling, there was also a giddy feeling you felt as you watched inui adjust your blankets, making sure that you were all covered up. 

“are you going to leave?” 

please say no.

“well, no…your door doesn’t close now, and i’m not going to leave you here to let just anybody walk in.” 

“oh, right. forgot about that…” you giggled a bit at inui’s sheepish expression as he stood up, clearing off your bedside table and standing up. 

“get better soon, (y/n).” there was a small smile on his face as he exited, gently closing your door behind him. when you were sure he was gone, you couldn’t help the euphoric smile that spread across your face, pulling your blankets a bit over your face. 

did that really just happen!?

[yume-x-hanabi]

Life update

Posted on DW, but I figured I could update this blog as well now that I'm semi-getting back into social media...

I've sorta fallen off from the fandom and social media space, because life has been a lot these past few years. To sum up briefly:

- I made a couple of posts about it last year, but I bought an apartment in a new building (construction wasn't finished at the time). Running left and right to choose stuff such as flooring etc, getting things organized on the paperwork side (banks, notaries...), plus the move itself, took me a lot of time and energy. I've been living here full time for 10 months now though, and it's been great. Love the building (even tho it's not entirely finished orz), love the neighbourhood, and it's so great to have your own place. Missy seems at ease here, too, which is important. The balconies' guardrails are huge glass panes that go all the way to the floor with no gap, so that means I can let her out without supervision without fear of her falling/jumping off.

- Work, the main culprit for my withdrawal from fandom. I think I mentioned before that I took on more admin tasks a couple years ago, and while I enjoy the actual work when I get to it, it's a huge huge drain to my mental energy, esp when combined with everything else (class prep, exams, meetings etc). So it's pretty much killed my drive, and my already bad work-life balance just became worse and worse. Like, it's not that I don't have free time (perks of teaching = lots of holidays), but when I do I'm so mentally exhausted that I was pretty much only able to play mindless games like Solitaire or Civilization VI (which became like an addiction lol) or doomscroll on twitter or reddit. I pretty much lost my ability to engage with hobbies, except for the ones below, and I'm trying really really hard to come back and make it stick this time around.

- Speaking of hobbies though, I've gotten really into classical music and started attending concerts regularly. By perfect coincidence, my new place is at a 2-minute walk from my city's philharmonic hall, and I've been enjoying the heck out of that perk. My city's orchestra is really good, and their program so varied. When it was time to choose my subscription for next season, it was harder to choose which concerts not to attend (but a choice had to be made ;v;). Also I'm super stoked because they're playing my favorite symphony next year, I didn't expect to be able to hear it live so soon!

I think this really saved my mental health this year. Like, it's a bit hard to explain, but there's something really unique and relaxing about the atmosphere there. It's a bit intimidating at first, and I was really self-conscious about not making noise at the beginning, but I've gotten used to it now. Mostly, I think it helped me rediscover what it is to just sit down and enjoy the moment, without constantly looking for stimulation to my already overstimulated mind (silly aside, but before that I'd sorta lost the ability to binge a series without mindlessly checking my phone in the middle of episodes. Being "forced" to keep my phone away for the duration of a concert has really helped me recover my attention span). I think it helps my mind rest, if that makes sense? Also there's nothing comparable to listening to the music live in a hall with great acoustics x3

I followed the Queen Elisabeth Competition closely this year, live for a few finals performances when possible, the rest on TV, and it was really awesome. I think in four years I'll get the subscription for the whole finals week :p

- Relatedly, I've also started taking violin lessons. I'd always wanted to learn an instrument since I was a child (loved those mandatory recorder classes we had at school lol), but it never happened (partly because I was too passive as a child to actively ask for it, partly because my parents probably didn't want to have their eardrums massacred, so didn't offer it (wouldn't have said no if I'd asked, but as I said I wasn't good at asking back then)). It took me a while to actually make the jump, because I thought I'm too old now and there's no point, but I finally did with some encouragements from friends and colleagues and I'm really glad I did. Violin is... hard lol. I sound absolutely terrible. But it's also really fun? Like I feel like I'll never be good, but also I've made so much progress since I started. I don't have much time to practice (I aim at at least 10min a day these days, which isn't a lot, but it's better than nothing and it's more important to do it a little regularly than a lot once in a while). I'm really looking forward to the day I'll be able to attempt to play Xillia songs 😄 Also I really love my teacher<3

- Lastly, niece is 3 now and so fun to interact with. It's not always easy, she's very stubborn and willful, but she's also really sweet and funny. Love her ❤️ And she's just got a little sister! who's a very chill newborn, so different from niece#1 lol. I can't wait to see them play together when they're a little bit older.

Anyway, that's pretty much the main things that have been going on the past couple of years. Like I said I'm not sure I can be totally back, I think it's gonna take a lot of adjustment, but this time I really don't want to let another year pass by like that. I'm really gonna try hard to have better balance this time!

[sabo-has-my-heart]

It's two part again. Happy thanksgiving!

Dang, moving is always such a hassle :') I wish things go well for you. *sends love*

It's been a while so I can't really give a detailed story, but to sum up, this is what I literally dreamt of. Y/N works as an Oiran in a busy district in Wano, and Ace once visited it when he was still in the Spade pirates. They had an intense night, and Ace could not forgot the sensation and basically fell in love at first sight. He saved up money to buy Y/N out (not really buying a slave but actually freeing Y/N from the place) However, when he came back for Y/N, he was told that they escaped and the place no longer know Y/N's location.

Ace was disappointed, but that was a story in the past, Ace is now part of the WB pirates. He was secretly still searching for Y/N, though. Then, he recognized a familiar face among one of the member in the nurse crew of WB pirates ship. It was Y/N. The man was over the moon, until he realized, he couldn't possibly come to her and start a conversation with "Have we met? I think I've had s3x with you before". It turned into a cute story between Ace who is now very awkward but is trying his best to start a conversation with the person of his dream. And Y/N who is obvious. Until Y/N finally recognized Ace, and started teasing/flirting him which end up with another heated night for the two of them.

It's a miracle how I can dream of Ace lol, but it was a third person view point dream so I couldn't enjoy much either. It's not the first time I have a weird dream though, for some reasons I keep dreaming of a strange blonde who I have established a romantic relationship with. Well that's way too off topic, I only want to share my ideas with you for fun. I do hope that you prioritize your personal stuff before starting to write again (even tho I miss your write, a lots :'))

Aight that's it for now. Have a great day, have a great thanksgiving week. Best wishes.

- two part

TWO PART ANON! I had a pretty boring Thanksgiving, our oven was broken so we weren't really able to do anything special, that's okay though. Plus I had covid. I'm... mostly better now, still have a cough, but I'm covid negative and raring to go once more! Here's, lol, PART 1!!! All the smut will be in part 2, I hope you enjoy it!

Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: mentions of previous sex, no actual sex yet though (that’s for part 2)

Word Count: 1680

     It felt like it had been an eternity ago since he’d last seen you. In truth, it had only been a couple of years, but with how his heart yearned for you, it felt like longer. Ace hadn’t been one to believe in fairytales, no ‘happily ever after’, no ‘peasant becomes the prince/princess’, and no ‘love at first sight’. At least, not until he’d met you. A courtesan in Wano, no, an Oiran, on par with the greatest of them, with even the great Komurasaki. The first time he had laid eyes on you, he knew he needed to talk to you, the first time he heard your voice, he knew he needed to spend the night with you, and from the first night with you, knew that he needed you in his life. Not just for one night, but for all of them, forever. A passionate night, more passionate than any you had previously known, more loving and caring. One where he couldn’t stop every desire from pouring out of his mouth. His desires for you, to have you, to be with you; and the shocking part, the part that made his heart stop, that shook him to his core, was when you reciprocated it. When you told him you wanted him in your life too. You shared things you’d never told anybody else, told him your past, your desires, and your dreams, and he knew that he’d do anything to make sure you saw them realized. A promise, one to find enough treasure to ‘buy’ you. To pay your debt to the man who held your fate, to take you away from such a life. But he’d been too late, you couldn’t take it after that night with him. 

     Pretending that you enjoyed the company of other men, giggling at dumb jokes and ‘enjoying’ fine food and drink sitting next to men who weren’t Ace. It didn’t matter how rich or good looking they were, you only wanted Ace. So you ran away. In the dead of the night, you gathered all your most precious belongings, every cent you could carry, everything of worth, and disappeared into the night. When Ace had asked about you, stating that he wanted to pay your debt, to ‘buy’ you, the man had merely scoffed, saying that you had run and despite his best efforts, he hadn’t found you, that you still owed him so much money. Ace had paid your debt to the man, whether or not you were there. Should the man ever stumble across you again, you could still be free. Eventually, he’d learned that you’d escaped Wano, somehow managing to break the biggest law of the strange land and escaping to sea.

     From that day, he searched for you. He never told anybody, never said a word, made it seem like he was simply living his life, but any time he was at an island, his eyes were searching the crowds for your familiar form. The man was certain he could never forget the shape of your body, the color of your hair, or your scent; not the scent of the perfume that you had been forced to wear as an oiran, but your natural scent lingering just beneath that. Every detail was carved into the backs of his eyelids, teasing him each time he closed his eyes with your beautiful smile. Your real smile. Not the one you had given him upon first being introduced to that night’s company, but the smile you gave him the next morning as you placed a soft kiss to his lips. Only a few people knew of his secret, of his love. Deuce, his first mate, his friend, his second-in-command. Whitebeard, his captain, his adopted father, the man who accepted him for him. And Izou, the Wano man had been by accident. He’d wanted to learn how to make your favorite so that if he ever found you, he could make it for you. Except the man wasn’t dumb, he noticed the concentration on Ace’s face as he worked to perfect the food, noticed the soft smile when Ace thought about when he’d first tried the food, saw the pain when asked about why it was so important. He’d confronted Ace about it, smiling as he listened to Ace’s tale about the beautiful oiran who’d stolen his heart. Izou kept an eye out for any Wanoan women after that, he never said anything, but as a favor to his friend, fellow commander, and brother-in-arms, he always kept an eye out as well. 

     Sighing, Ace leaned back in his chair, taking a large gulp from his mug. Pops was docked at another island to restock, giving his men shore leave once they were properly restocked, allowing his sons to enjoy themselves, whether it be in food, drink, or women. Women, ha! No woman would ever compare to you, to the beautiful tennyo who’d stolen his heart. He chuckled to himself at the thought, tennyo, so many things you’d taught him in his short time with you. He missed you so much right now, missed the strange terms of endearment you used for him, so strange to him, but never failed to make his heart skip a beat. 

     Ace’s brow furrowed as he took his feet off the table to sit up straight. His ears strained to catch the voice that had caught his attention just a moment ago. The accent, the lilt, it rang so familiarly in his head. Looking around, he only saw the familiar faces, tattoos, and clothing of the crew. His division knocking back drinks as they laughed, a few Whitebeard nurses dispersed amongst them. Still, his eyes scanned the crowd frantically, searching for the familiar face that filled his dreams. Finally, it landed on one of the nurses. Ace didn’t know all of the nurses that tended to Pops, the man’s deteriorating health requiring near constant care. Yet this one, he was certain, or almost certain. 

     Swallowing hard, he mentally shouted for the nurse to turn around fully, to give him a proper view of her, rather than just the small glances at her. Finally, she turned, looking to one of the other nurses, stopping Ace’s heart. Your hair was different and the layers of make-up were gone and the kimono replaced with a pink dress, but he was sure it was you. The young man almost shot up in his seat, wanting to run over to you and pull you close, to bury his head into the crook of your neck, hesitating when a thought hit him. Would you even recognize him? You might be forever engraved in his mind, but was he similarly engraved in yours? It had been a few years ago and it had only been a couple of nights together. Did he mean as much to you and you had meant to him? How would he even talk to you, how would he strike a conversation? ‘Hey, this sounds crazy, but I spent a passionate night with you a few years ago. Wanna go have dinner with me?’ No, absolutely not! He’d sound deranged! There was no way you’d recognize him after all this time. You’d been an oiran, he was probably just another paying man spending a night with you, getting too caught up in your act. To you, he must have just been an overly passionate man who was drawn into the fake little world you created for all your customers. Slouching into his chair, he stared at you in longing, he wanted so badly to go over to you, to pick you up and spin you around, to pull you into the most mind blowing kiss, but he couldn’t risk freaking you out. 

     You’d heard tales of the new second division commander, but had yet to find the time to go see him yourself. Whitebeard’s health took priority and the other nurses had come to rely on you a great deal, leaving you with little time to yourself. On top of your work as a nurse, you were kept busy with a million other things. The young man from years prior always lingered in your mind, his smile like the sun seared into your mind, as if forever branding your mind, heart, and soul as his. Freckles that dotted his cheeks like the stars in the sky, making you think of him every night when you stared up at the twinkling lights, he burned so brightly, as if he were made of sunshine and stardust. During the few daylight hours in which you weren’t caring for Whitebeard, your thoughts were taken up by this man. His voice and name still rang in your ears late at night when things were quiet and still. Ace. Portgas D. Ace. Still, you were on shore leave and the other nurses, as thanks for always taking their shifts, had given you the night off, you’d earned it. So you’d come here, hearing that the second division, and its commander, was here. So far, you’d yet to spot the young man who’d caused such a stir. Talking with one of the second division men, a flit of bright orange caught your eye. Turning, you noticed a familiar orange hat being pressed down on a lowered head before the owner stood up to head out of the bar. 

     “Who’s that?” You asked, pointing to the young man who’s back was turned to you. Despite the tattoo that covered a good portion of his back, you were almost certain you recognized his form. How could you forget that physique, the back that had sported the evidence of your night together in the form of long red scratches, the shoulders that you’d held so tightly, as if your life depended on it. 

     “Hm? Oh, right! You haven’t met the new division commander have you? That’s him, FireFist Ace! Kid’s crazy, but he’s strong.” the man you’d been talking to said with a grin, proud of his new commander. You smiled as you watched him leave, Ace, you’d finally found him.

[lonewolflink]

your enthusiasm for itzy has reignited my interest in listening to kpop i MISSED this… like wow it’s just. really bright and fun!! <3 i love seeing gifs of the girls on my dash! i was a hyper casual fan who was never too into them outside of liking the music, but they seem lovely 💙

what are they up to lately? do you have any listening recs? :3

- puckpocketed on main 🦈

puck!! hello friend!!!! (trying out puck as a shortened name a la link but you lmk if something else is better)

i am so pleased that you are being infected with my itzy brainrot. maybe i should be more sorry about about it but alas, i love them, so i cannot find it in myself to be sorry. more under the cut!

i would say that not only are my girls lovely, they are Freaks (affectionate). tbh it is what led me to stan. they are so weird and i love them so much. i once answered an ask (also here) about how i got into itzy that i think scratches some of the surface of what i enjoy about them.

what has itzy been up to lately? well the last couple years have been a bit of a rollercoaster for the team. after a pretty serious kpop social media hate train following one of their comebacks (though evidence suggests the hate train started earlier), things were a bit rough. the company seemed to be simultaneously creatively mismanaging/poorly promoting the group while also overworking them—a recipe for disaster that culminated in main vocalist lia going on indefinite hiatus for anxiety issues in september 2023 (or as i like to call it, LTIR).

in her absence, as a foursome, itzy recorded a 10 track album called "Born to Be" and then went on a global tour for it, but with a twist! five of the 10 songs would be the first SOLO songs written by each member and performed individually (sans lia on tour of course). lia's song might honestly be the best of the five (though i probably listen to chaeryeong's the most). they're all quite different and i would STRONGLY recommend them:

-Crown on My Head (Yeji) -Blossom (Lia) -Run Away (Ryujin) -Mine (Chaeryeong) -Yet, But (Yuna)

the solo songs for the active members at the time also have like partial/mini-music videos that are up on youtube and are pretty cool (ryujin's or yuna's are probably my favorite? but it's hard to choose. yeji and chaeryeong also ate). you can, of course, listen to the other songs on that album...but i wouldn't. and that's because with lia now activated off LTIR, the other 5 songs that were recorded with the four active members have been RE-RECORDED WITH LIA and will be dropping as part of their new album coming out next week (oct 15th!). all those songs are good but "mr. vampire" is the one to look out for. the beat is weird, the vibes are excellent, and lia's voice is going to sound amazing on it.

in general, the new comeback feels...different, at least in its rollout so far. above i mentioned mismanagement and poor promotion by the company, and rumor has it that after the last album the division in charge of itzy got like. fired. wholly. and replaced with new employees (GM FIRED AFTER TOO MANY SEASONS OF NOT MAKING THE PLAYOFFS kinda vibes). the new look JYP Division 2 is like...kinda doing great??? there's clearly an actual cohesive (if bizarre) creative direction for this upcoming album, which feels new and fresh, there's been a lot of thought clearly put into Aesthetic rather than just "green screen something flashy and uh. the girls always look hot so just put them in some fashionable clothes i guess".

in sum: this is kind of an exciting time to be following itzy. it feels like we're on the precipice of a bit of a rebirth, which is quite rare with kpop girl groups in particular, who tend to rise and fall with the extremely fickle general public opinion of koreans.

some song recommendations/partial guide to itzy's discography!

let's start with their title tracks/singles:

—girl crush/dark/gym playlist music (aka cuntzy) -dalla dalla (debut single) -wannabe (biggest hit) -mafia in the morning (my personal favorite mv of theirs) -ringo (japanese track, low key sick mv. or maybe it's just yeji w a sword for me...idk) -voltage (japanese track, i LOVE this song, even more than ringo) -blah blah blah (japanese track)

—cute/fun/femme/doing your thing (aka funzy)

-icy (bop) -sneakers (supposed start of their demise, but it's fun and cute? people are haters) -boys like you (your mileage may vary, people love/hate this) -cake (UNDERAPPRECIATED BOP) -algorhythm (japanese track, the dance break in the mv is sick)

—hard to categorize bc they're not dark/girl crush but they are gym playlist (to me) -not shy (ITZYYYYYYY) -loco (this song just slaps idk man) -cheshire (justice for cheshire i love this song)

in no particular order, top 10 standout b-sides (in my opinion...though i should say most of their b-sides are really fucking good): 1. none of my business (the way i need itzy to do more r&b u have no idea. also the mv with the matching fits is SO 90s early 00s r&b groups i love it so much) 2. cherry (girl crush perfection, gym playlist staple) 3. bet on me (this song got me through my phd. mv is imo outstanding. meaningful song generally, but to itzy in particular after the hate train) 4. kidding me/shoot/sorry not sorry (i'm cheating by putting three songs here but they're all from the same EP and go SO well together) 5. snowy (this is MY christmas song) 6. kill shot (i want shin ryujin to decapitate me. women in suits??) 7. nobody like you (quintessential early itzy) 8. bratty (they invented being a brat, charlie xcx who) 9. psychic lover (fan favorite, just a great song, they smile so fucking hard when they perform it live it's so cute) 10. weapon (not even a song from an album, they recorded it for some dance competition show to use. STAPLE on my gym playlist) honorable japanese discography mentions:

-no biggie (japanese) -sugarholic (japanese) -spice (japanese)

OK THAT'S WHAT I'VE GOT FOR YOU SORRY IT'S SO LONG

I WILL ALSO STRONGLY RECOMMEND LISTENING TO NMIXX'S LAST TWO EPS THEY ARE REALLY GOOD AND THEIR VOCALS ARE CRAZY

[chuitu]

Entry 01; First time journaling

Written by: Hóng Hái'er

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It had been a couple of years or so since the incident, I haven't heard from Yeva in a while... I can already assume why that is,,

Anyways, I've been doing decent these days, practically found my father under a suspiciously abundant steep hill with the Monkey King's staff on top of it, just like the stories mother told me...

I devised a plan to create a gauntlet strong enough to pull it out, with the hopes of it freeing my father, mother has already bargained an excavation crew to assist on this-

(surely i could just make my own excavation crew to dig the rest of the unnecessary rubble out, though unfortunately i have an entry exam coming up, won't have time to even draw out a blueprint).

It had been, a week? or two, i can't remember... I've been so focused trying to fight despite the lack of firepower i have at the moment, no matter though! We managed to make just enough room for the power glove to pluck the key to my Father's prison, out of the way! All that was left was to lift it,,

Although to my misfortune i couldn't even lift the gauntlet properly to begin with, my body didn't have the same strength it had before... ugh.

Mother had to step in to assist me in pulling, actually no make that three, four, seven, twelve, fifteen... We yanked and we heaved, and we h-

I can't say the word without making it sound weird. Anyways we kept yanking for hours.. And hours, and hours, the sum of them gave up, but then we heard a click come from the very bottom of the hill. Everyone just climbed back in, we all just began yanking harder and even screaming to the top of our lungs, dramatic much?

We managed to pull the staff out, and it sure looked like the real deal, heavy, the rims decorated with chiseled gold, the rod itself looked bronze but dyed with red,, It looked so pretty... So i just buried it under all the rest of the rubble.

What? What do you mean i could just take it with us? What are we to do with it though, not like we were planning to plunge the world in eternal darkness with it, we let go of that plan years ago.

As for the rest of the details,, Let's just say the ground broke and the abyss shrieked from down below, Father just appears from the smoke, he looked...

He looked like he's been through shit.

Anyways he scared off the mortals before we could even pay them the full amount of their help, Mother tries to calm him down..

(It took her 8 tries, true story)

Father finally calms down, he wonders what happened to my hair...

Guess what i said; "It's a long story, Father."

It was Friday, 7pm to say the least,, Mother and I were doing everthing we can to tour Father on whatever the hell the world has going on in this economy.

(Thank the gods he listened through the whole thing)

And i also told him about Yeva, what happened, why my hair has reduced to a red low ombre,, He seems conflicted on her disappearing after all that... well, i can kind of relate on why but, i just can't find the heart to blame her for what happened...

It was not merely at short glance, yet couldn't understand what that look on her face meant..

And by fuck i forgot about the exam tomorrow-

While my parents had the chance to be all lovey wovey dovey and crap, i "quietly" bolted away to finalize a few things for the day... This opportunity only happens every 7 months, sometimes longer, i can't mess this up.

4am, I woke up 4am.. Packed everything i needed, left my parents to snuggle after how long they've been separated...

JUST FOR THE STUPID GATES TO NOT HAVE BEEN OPENED- WDYM YOU ONLY OPEN AROUND 7AM?! MMSCHEWW, FOOLISHNEES 👺👺💥💥

I waited until 7am percise for the gates to open... well, atleast i was still the first and earliest there. HAH. 🔥👺

Waited another few hours while warming up, this sly fox man really walked up to me and said i looked like a dehydrated donkey.

IS DAT SO??! IZZ DAT SO??

I was all, if you don't relocate your SHEENANEGANS away from my face, I was going to give him THE MOST FANTASTIC SLAP 🖐️💥💥 HE HAS EVER SEEN IN DIS DAINASTEE.

He left me alone after my remark. Good riddance.

The speakers announced the exams were starting soon, all of us were advised to head on down to the trial grounds.

(It's like a simulated deserted city where i assume is how you are given absolute free will to destroy your enemies without restriction).

We were given grey jumpsuits? well, they only fitted like jumpsuits, but i could see it has a sort of synthetic bio-armour on it, not to mention it looked like a battlesuit more than just your average jumpsuit.

And i could've sworn i heard someone blow a whistle, some cage gates lowering? some growling and hissing from the east side-

The exam started and some mortal already died wtf.

WHAT TJE F UC K THE SE THINGS ARE EVERYWHERE 👺💥💥💥💥

SCREAAAA A A A A A A AM 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

THEY'RE IN THE WALLS , Theyre IN THE fuCKING W ALLS- OH MY GOODNESS OF DUMPLING RICE

🥟🍚💥💥

Okay, i think i'm safe under this cave in for now... everyone is getting absolutely obliterated out there,,

Oh gods i think i just saw someone fly past me, but not in a consenting way.

Okay, relax... You are the son of The Demon Bull King, you can handle these pests.

Yeah. Yes, i am more than capable of-

IT's GO T M Y FUCK I NG EYES HP L Y S HIT JUTAAOUBK- 👺⁉️💥💥🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨💥💥💥💥💥

AAA ABA ABANAA NSJS KEGEVBJ F U CKB

ING ANTHROPOD- g eT O UT OF MY SKIN 👺🚨🚨🚨💥💥💥💥💥💥

It's been... 9 hours... or was it 12??? Thank the gods it's finally over.

I think i lost a part of my scalp-

There were about 18 of us left, some were disqualified and taken to the nearest hospital, the rest are just dead.

- End Log -

[findingmypeace]

Sorry this is so long!

*Two weeks ago she was once again pestering me about the AC. This was maybe the 7 or 8th time. I’m pretty sure she’s afraid the AC is another thing she fears will give her cancer even though she wouldn’t admit to that.

I kept trying to reason with her but she kept raising her voice and refusing to let me speak. I lost my temper. To be clear, I did not hurt her or even insult her. I did yell about how frustrated and angry I was but I internalized the rest and hurt myself instead.

*After this, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I texted her that I was moving out and I had already scheduled tours for other apartments. I also reminded her of the cost of monthly rent for this place without a roommate. After that SHE decided she would move out.

*She then told my landlord I was moving out. Asked me if she could take pictures of my bedroom because to her friend wanted to move in. I said absolutely not! That whole text thread she was condescending and passive aggressive.

*With her moving out I decided to stay! But that means I’m back in the same boat of a few months ago. Paying the rent on my own when I’m already struggling financially while looking for a (good) roommate.

*I might get a very part time job to supplement my income just to get me over the hump of paying rent (all of it) while also paying my bills. That way I wouldn’t need a roommate and I’d hopefully have a little leftover after paying my bills. I am looking for very part-time jobs (10-15hrs) at the same time I’m looking for a roommate. Whichever happens first is what I’ll go with. Either option is a possibility right now.

*My roommate decided to couch hop at a friend’s and spent last week moving all her belongings. I stayed in my room as much as possible to avoid any chances of conflict.

*She might have gotten evicted anyway. She is a massage therapist with only a couple of clients. She has practically no income. My landlord probably shouldn’t have told me this but my roommate was so behind on rent that it would have been difficult to get caught up.

*I have empathy for the money struggles as I have been in that position. However, I was honest with everyone that I owed money to and got caught up as quick as I could. It doesn’t seem like she’s doing that or that she even cares. My landlord said she doesn’t think my roommate will ever pay the rest of her rent. That’s in addition to the $500 she paid me that I now have to pay my landlord since it was actually for her rent but she didn’t make that clear to me.

*She also owes me her half of the electricity and internet bills for August and September. I’m not even asking her for the part of July she was here. But she does owe me $281. I asked her if I could have it before she moved out. At first she gave me the run around and I got upset. Later she said she would pay it but was passive-aggression by saying that I was too dramatic and make a big deal about everything.🙄 I sent her screenshots of the bill and said I need the money by Friday Sept. 27. When I never got it and then mentioned it to her she sent me this, “U know unemployed..and dnt start wrk untl oct 7th..so my frst pychck” I gave her handwritten bills + screenshots. I was also very generous and gave her until the end of October to pay but just like my landlord, I don’t have much faith she will pay.

*Final note: I know I behaved poorly and I am ashamed and regret my behavior. Nothing she did excuses my behavior. That said, after some thought I think she really took advantage of the situation. She moved into a fully furnished apartment (aside from her bedroom/bathroom) she used my things, she would be upset with me if I didn’t live my life like hers, she refused to do any cleaning because she couldn’t touch it so I did it all and finally she spent 90% of her time watching TV in her bedroom. To sum it up, she basically wanted a maid, free rent in a furnished apartment, and to dictate how people live their own life. do all while sitting on her bed watching TV. And now I’m out $781 ($500 + $281).

*However she’s gone and I never have to see her again. I feel so much more free. I’m not walking on eggshells! Right now I’m in my living room! Freedom!

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

So having never read the Twilight books, but being a big fan of the Twilight fics by yourself and Vinelle, I get the impression that there may be a certain degree of gaslighting and/or misunderstanding going on around Bella and Edward's wedding, their "wedding night" (Edward sleeping with Bella while she's human), and Bella being turned.

I think my understanding is that Bella wants to be turned (preferably by Edward), would like to sleep with Edward (although I'm not sure the degree to which she's set on this being before she's turned), and is very ambivalent to if not against the idea of being married. Edward absolutely does not want Bella turned by anyone, doesn't want to risk sleeping with her while she's human (and therefore is really against ever sleeping with her at all), but does want to marry her if they're going to be together at all (although he'd rather she run off with Jacob to live her "human future"). I'm unclear what exactly the rest of the Cullens understand about all this.

If it's not too much to ask, could you explain your heretical take on what's happening here?

Ah but this is a delightful ask.

And look, @therealvinelle, praise!

What Happened in Canon

You've pretty much hit the nail on the head in regards to Bella and Edward but I should sum it up/make it explicit.

At the end of New Moon, after having vanished for six months, Edward begs Bella to date him again and she agrees. However, Bella wants to be turned into a vampire and immediately has his family vote on the issue. The vote is mostly in her favor, though mixed (with both Edward and Rosalie voting against it), but ultimately Carlisle says he will turn her regardless of Edward or Rosalie's opinion.

Bella, is disappointed as she has always wanted Edward specifically to be the one to turn her. Edward, knowing this, promises to turn Bella himself but only if she agrees to marry him first.

Bella does not immediately say yes, not because she doesn't have feelings for Edward/wish to be with him for eternity, but because she hates the very idea of marriage (she never delves too deep into this but it's highly likely this is due to her being a product of a disastrously young marriage/messy divorce).

The pair spend a few weeks bargaining with each other. Edward asks Bella to consider all the opportunities she'll miss by being a vampire and what she wants to experience while human. Bella considers this, but is unpersuaded by the idea of attending university as a human and doesn't want children (something Edward explicitly brings up as her not being able to do if she's a vampire/living with vampires). However, she decides that she would like to experience making love as a human with Edward. That's it. That's the only thing Bella wants to do as a human and then she can happily turn. This is bad as Edward is highly likely to accidentally kill her in bed. There's then a lot of negotiating about how far the pair can go physically, the marriage, and turning Bella.

On top of this the Jacob love triangle subplot is going on where Jacob's trying to a) convince Bella to stay human and not become a man-eating demon b) tell Bella that she actually loves him and not Edward. This doesn't go anywhere for Jacob save that Edward speaks with him about how, actually, he'd be sad but quite happy if Bella ran off with Jacob to live a human life.

Ultimately though, it all settles with Bella agreeing to marry Edward after all (and have sex with him while human) and Edward then agreeing to turn her but planning to postpone it as long as possible (which doesn't go well as he accidentally gets Bella pregnant with a demon).

So that's our main couple right there, but as you ask, what about the rest of the Cullens.

What Do We Know About the Cullens

Sadly (and this truly is sad, as goddammit I want this so badly) there is only Midnight Sun from Edward's perspective and not the entire series. What I would give to know what terrible shenanigans Edward got up to in Rio or exactly how "talking to his family about how to make love to a woman" went.

So, we only know what Bella knows and what Bella knows is never much as, per Midnight Sun, Edward will not only skew information, leave information out, but will intentionally mislead if not outright lie about what goes on behind the scenes for his own purposes.

(He glossed over a lot of what went on in the Twilight period, a lot.)

Bella doesn't think much about what the Cullens do or don't know or even their opinions. She knows generally that Rosalie dislikes her, she thinks Jasper dislikes her, and she thinks the rest like her or at least like Edward. Bella... doesn't think too much past that.

Which means what I can point to are various things that happen:

Alice plans the wedding (a thoroughly ridiculous and hilarious occasion that sounds like a horrible time for all)

Alice also sends the Volturi a wedding invitation because she saw that they had to be waylaid or else they'd come crash the wedding and say "So, is Bella actually turned yet" and a terrible time would be had by all

Rosalie has spoken to Bella about not turning into a vampire and Bella kind of blew her off

Edward reported that he went to each of his brothers and his father to ask them about sex.

At the wedding, Bella tells Jacob she plans to make love to Edward while human, and Jacob publicly blows his lid and has to be carted out of the wedding with everyone watching (including the Cullens)

Also at the wedding, Bella gets really weird about Jacob and spends about ten minutes slow dancing with him while Edward slow dances with his mother. Everyone was watching, including the Cullens.

Two weeks into the honeymoon, Alice calls Bella because she's disappeared at which point Bella drops "I think I'm pregannanant" (but the way she says it... they may or may not think it's Jacob's...)

To be a completionist, here's what Edward mentions of the behind the scenes with his family on the topic of "making love to a human woman":

He took my face between his hands, still introspective, "I spoke to Carlisle after you and I made our bargain, hoping he could help me. Of course he warned me that this would be very dangerous for you." A shadow crossed his expression. "He had faith in me, though--faith I didn't deserve." I started to protest, and he put two fingers over my lips before I could comment. "I also asked him what I should expect. I didn't know what it would be for me… what with my being a vampire." He smiled halfheartedly. "Carlisle told me it was a very powerful thing, like nothing else. He told me physical love was something I should not treat lightly. With our rarely changing temperaments, strong emotions can alter us in permanent ways. But he said I did not need to worry about that part--you had altered me so completely." This time his smile was more genuine. "I spoke to my brothers, too. They told me it was a very great pleasure. Second only to drinking human blood." A line creased his brow. "But I've tasted your blood, and there could be no blood mroe potent than that… I don't think they were wrong, really. Just that it was different for us. Something more."

Which... there's a lot Edward's not relaying to us. That conversation with Carlisle sounds extremely paraphrased and to me like a very reluctant "well, you have very good control, Edward" and "you should think very very very carefully before having sex. Please."

I think the Cullens have been experiencing emotional whiplash since the start of the saga. The entire series takes place within the course of two years and they barely ever have any idea what's going on.

Edward's suddenly in love, Edward has human girlfriend?!, Edward doesn't have human girlfriend, Edward attempts suicide, Edward is back with human girlfriend who isn't dead?!, We're turning human girlfriend?, they're getting married but Edward doesn't want to turn her...

Midnight Sun they spend the entire novel having no idea what the fuck's happening and constantly trying to get Edward to tell them anything. Edward refuses.

But what they do know at this point is that ultimately, even if Edward doesn't follow through, Carlisle will turn Bella. Some (Alice, Jasper, Carlisle) are probably thinking a much shorter timeframe (lest the Volturi murder them all), Rosalie still wishes for Bella to remain human, and Edward is uh... thinking several decades if at all.

The Heresy

I imagine they're a little confused on why Edward and Bella are publicly marrying if Bella's going to have to disappear and fake her death soon. That will just make Edward the prime suspect, as it's always, always, the husband and Edward doesn't look good on paper (erratic behavior, isolated house where Bella could disappear, quickly marries her after a large absence right out of high school).

(They don't yet realize, mostly because Edward's the bridge between the Cullens and Bella, that Bella doesn't realize what disappearing entails. She truly thinks she can pretend to go to college and then never speak to anyone in person again and that nobody will question why they only hear her through email.)

I imagine they're also confused about the Jacob thing but don't want to go digging into it too much as that's for Edward to handle. And... he seems to be alright?

As for sleeping with Bella while human, I imagine all think it's a bad idea, but Edward has framed it in such a way that they blame Bella/don't want to say anything. Bella's insisting, it's the one thing she wants as a human, Edward has to do this for her...

So, I imagine they try to tell themselves Edward has good enough control and... try not to think about it (I imagine there's a lot of staring at Alice during that honeymoon period, waiting to see if Bella's been pulvarized or not yet).

Basically, the Cullens are that dog floating in space who has no idea what he's doing. EDIT

Anon reminded me that we don't know what Carlisle said.

After anon corrected me again, I edited the post to include the scene.

[galaxyedging]

Empty Nester Husband x wife reader.

Not a RPF, just a character inspired by this look.

Warnings: self doubt. Dry spell. Unprotected P in V sex.

Summary: Your husband tries to breathe some life back into your sex life.

That Fur Coat

“Are you sure about this?” He tucked the tight white vest back into his jeans from where it had popped out during his last pose.

“Yes! You look great! Your wife will love it.” Mandy the very upbeat, and very young, photographer reassured him.

With a slight grumble under his breath, he tugged the heavy fur coat back on to his broad shoulders, ignoring the nagging ache in the base of his spine. The rest of the photo shoot went smoothly. Not that he agreed with any of Mandy's outfit choices. She assured him he looked handsome, sexy even. All he saw was an ageing guy trying to look cool.

A week later when the photo book arrived, he was glad his wife was out. Taking the parcel from the delivery guy, thanking him and closing the door, he ran upstairs and into their bedroom. He sat staring at the innocently wrapped parcel like he had the school backpack that held the first nudie mag that his friend snuck out of his father's stash. His teeth troubled his plump bottom lip. He wondered what madness had overtaken him to think this was a good idea. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts he did hear his wife enter the room.

If you were honest and kind to yourself, the years hadn't been too bad on your figure. You could see all the parts your husband loved or he did love. That was a grey area at the moment. There was no doubt in your heart that he loved you. He was such an honest and affectionate man. His face held so much expression, and there was no way for him to hide his feelings for you. In turn, you still love him as much as you did when you married young and had your children. Both of whom had now left for college. Leaving you and your husband in a big empty house with all the alone time you could want. Maybe that's how this dry spell started. Sneaking around to have sex when the kids were around was fun. Now that you have ample opportunity, it feels like an expectation. Now that you had time and space, things should be hotting up, right? Rolling your eyes at your reflection, you held up the silk Teddy to your body. You felt like a walking cliche. The middle-aged housewife trying to spice things up. No, that wasn't a cliche. Marriage takes work. All aspects of it. If dropping fifty bucks on some naughty lingerie to prance around in did the job, so be it. Your husband's car was still in the drive when you got home. The house was quiet when you opened the door. Assuming he was busy in his new home office, you crept upstairs to put away your purchases.

“I wasn't expecting you home.” He gripped the package on his lap as he stood quickly.

“I only wanted a couple of things.” You shrug trying to casually place your bags on your dresser.

“I see.” The nerves in his voice worried you.

“Are you alright? You sound upset.” You step toward him as he sunk onto the bed.

Twenty something years together and he still haven't learned to hide things from you.

The lines around his eyes deepened as he laughed. “Yeah. I just…I got you a present. It's stupid. I just should have talked to you.”

“About what?” Your hand thread into his without you even realising.

“Our little dry spell.” He gave your hand a squeeze.

It was your turn to laugh. “You mean the thing I spent over two hundred dollars on buying scraps of material that barely constitute underwear?”

“Two hundred? Why? You know seeing you in my old t-shirts does it for me just fine.”

“It hasn't lately.”

“I know. That's on me. I've been in my own head. Our sex life has always been great even when we had to put cartoons on for the kids and fuck in the utility room. It's just been so long since we could just be us. I guess I put too much pressure on it.”

“That pretty much sums it up. You always know the right thing to say.”

“I wished I'd known that before I did this.” Tearing open the package he handed you a black book with ‘For My Darling Wife’ etched in gold on the front cover.

“What's this?” You smiled.

With an exaggerated huff he dropped his face into his hands. “Just…look.”

The pages were filled with glossy photographs of your husband in all sorts of sexy outfits. You'd always thought he was sexy but the persona he took on in the photographs took your breath away. He reminded you of the hot tempered teen your husband once was. The dark look on his face made it look like he was ready to devour you.

“Wow. These are…”

“Stupid. I know.”

“...hot.”

“What? You like them?”

“Why wouldn't I? You look sexy, Baby.”

A bashful smirk played on his lips. “Really?”

“Absolutely. Maybe you could throw on a white vest and jeans while I slip into my overpriced scraps?”

In the end it did matter what you wore. You both ended up naked. The two of you curled up together as he gently thrust into you from behind. Barely half his cock could press inside you in that position. It was still enough. He took his time stretching you around his girth, his finger giving your clit long drawn out strokes. There was no rush, no worry of interruptions. Just the two of you stoking each other's bliss. When he felt you getting closer, his pace quickened.

Pulling his hair you teased in his ear. “Are you going to fuck me like a fur coat wearing rockstar?”

“It depends. Are you going to take it like a skimpy lingerie wearing slut?” Any self conscious concerns he had about his body melt away as he rolled you on your front and watched his cock disappear inside you. He might be older, not old, but it didn't mean he couldn't get the job done. The screams of his name as he drove his cock home proved that. A thought occurred to him that hadn't in years, he pulled out and jerked his load all over your ass. “Fuck. Now that is worthy of a picture.”

A playful swot to your ass made you giggle until the cum on the swell of your ass dripped down between your cheeks caused you to hiss.

“Cold?” He flopped down next to you absently drawing shapes on your bare back.

“Hmmm. Worth it.” You bite your lip at him.

Cupping your face, he teases your lip out with his thumb only to suck it in between his own teeth. A gentle bite is soon soothed by a swipe of his tongue.

“Let's never go too long without doing this again. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. At least I have something to keep me company if we do have another dry spell.” You look past him to the book on the side table. “I can't believe you did that for me.”

“You know I'd do anything for you.” Rolling on his back he pulled you onto his chest. The light sheen on sweat making you stick to him didn't bother you. It was nice to revel in him again. The touch of his smooth skin. His scent.

“Anything?” He hums as you kiss his chest. “Do you think you can get a hold of that fur coat?”

[0alanasworld0]

Perseverance (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

Request: I was wondering if you could somewhat continue the storyline where they continue their tournament and it’s now ended and when Hakim comes back home, his wife decorated the whole house for to celebrate and congratulate. But now Hakim is back at Chelsea and is not as happy as he was during the World Cup and the thought of going to a new club, and the reader has to support his through this tough period ❤️‍🩹

A/N: I dont really do these but just so y'all know, I intended for this to a part 2 to Dedication which i have linked. I think it works fine as a stand-alone fic too tho so enjoy!

Pt1 - Dedication

warnings: none

You let out a breath you were holding as you took in the decor you put out, wanting to truly spoil your husband. The couple weeks apart felt like much longer and especially when you couldn’t be there for the rest of the tournament for him. Of course you were watching every minute of every Morocco match on TV and he almost certainly knew that you were supporting him just as passionately from home as you were while in Qatar. 

You bounce up and down on your toes with a smile on your face, excited beyond belief that you get to have him in your arms again, your wizard. You're startled by the ring of your phone, running over to it quickly and picking up Hakim’s call. The smile on your face only widens at the sound of his voice, obviously tired as ever.

“Everything okay, gorgeous?” he asks. He’s itching to hear your voice at the moment. He knows that he’s going to be seeing you in the flesh within half an hour at most but he can’t help it. He lets out a sigh of relief at your soothing tone.

“It will be…” you tease. You’ve been slaving away the whole day, preparing his favourite food and getting your living room in check. A small, candle-lit dinner is just what he needed to celebrate the past month. You hadn’t seen your husband enjoy football in a while. Pure joy and excitement on his face as he walked out onto the field, listening to his national anthem, playing with people who truly understood and appreciated him. It was truly the time of his life and for the first time in a long time, he felt pride and love for the sport. It all came back to him. 

The taxi ride back home wasn’t very long objectively but to him it felt like years. Your voice alone wasn’t enough now. He needed your touch, the subpar sound and camera quality of his phone just didn’t match the real thing, he needed you.

The second he sees his house and the taxi pulls up, he’s out the door and hurriedly grabbing his luggage and handing over a generous sum to the driver before speeding over to the door. You can see him bound over through the doorbell camera he had installed a while back and quickly get up, straightening out the dress you chose and running a hand over your hair. First you hear the keys jingling and door unlock and your heartbeat only accelerates when you finally see him. 

“Welcome home, my love!” you whisper, looking for his reaction as the nerves wrack over your body. His eyes flicker over the decor and food and he smiles at you. Of course you had to go all out for him. He expected nothing less of you. He closes the door behind him as quickly as he can and you both run over to each other. You wrap your arms around each other as tightly as possible, basking in eachother’s warm embraces after spending too long without. He loosens his hold only slightly so he can look at your face before pressing a kiss to your lips. He takes your breath away and you tilt your head slightly so you can deepen it. Before you get too lost in it, you pull away but his grip is still pretty strong on you so your forehead is still pressed against his. 

“You need to eat.” you point out and he chuckles lightly at your concern. He’s missed this so much. 

“One more kiss for good measure.” he clarifies, kissing your lips once more before releasing you from his grip. You grab his hand and pull him over to the dinner table. His favourite food is sitting pretty and waiting for him. It was a dish he knew took hours and he feels guilty for how exhausted you must have been preparing it for him. 

“Sooooooo? How’s my wizard feeling?” you ask excitedly, still buzzing from his world cup success.

“Pretty good, I can talk to my wife without the line cutting every two seconds and that dress…” his eyes trail up and down your form as you blush. He always just had to do that: make you all flustered and shy under a sea of compliments he would shower you with. 

“Eat your food.” you mutter, digging into the meal before you said anything else. He smirks at your state, the love in his eyes all the more evident as he truly took in the amount of effort you put in for him. You were always his biggest supporter next to his mum, his shoulder to cry on, his best friend. Never for a second did he ever feel unloved when he was with you. If only he could put into words just how much he adored you but alas, he had to do what he could with making you all nervous and hot under his loving gaze.

The meal goes over like a dream, your labour proving to be all the more worth it as you see his eyes flutter closed at the taste of the meal. 

“You and your magic hands! it gets better and better every time, i swear!” he exclaims. He’s given up on trying to eat slowly, now scarfing it down like it was his last. You can only smile softly at the scene in front of you. It may have only been a couple of weeks but you sure as hell missed his real life presence more than anything. You just felt incomplete. And now here he was: sat right in front of you, barely taking a breath between every bite of the meal you prepared so lovingly for him. 

Your wizard was finally home.

Although you’ve been ecstatic to have him back, a number of strange habits have emerged that have you mildly concerned. 

It was as if on instinct he would go to that beloved red no.7 shirt while getting ready for training. It broke your heart to remind him every time but it had to be done. You knew just how much his national team meant to him. The coach, teammates and fans that made every minute of play worthwhile. The people that treated his mistakes as only a bump in the road rather than the full picture and instead cheered for him. He felt like he was home and you completely understood how jarring it must have been for him to have to leave it behind. 

You couldn’t bear to remove the no.7 necklace he bought you. Sure, he couldn’t live that dream all the time but he could most certainly find solace in remembering it. The one time you did wear it with the no.22, you found the latter gone from around your neck by the time you woke up from your nap. And you only managed to find it weeks later on top of the wardrobe while cleaning up. You could only guess who the culprit was. But nonetheless, you continued without saying a word. It was a difficult adjustment. From being the pride of his nation and being a crucial part of their historic world cup run to being on the bench and still facing the blame for his club’s lacklustre performances.

“Princess, this doesn’t feel right.” he admits quietly. You look up from your phone to see him fiddling with the blue sweater. 

“Sweetheart…” you don’t know what to tell him. How do you comfort someone who’s been forced from their home and thrown back at the team that robbed him of his passion for the sport for so long. He had every right to feel the way he was feeling.

“I know that this is my club and I need to get over the world cup but I just can’t. It’s not as easy as putting on the other shirt and just playing. It’s like no one knows me here.” he confesses and your hands immediately move to wipe the stray tears from his cheeks. 

“My love, it’s okay to feel disconnected. It's only early days, remember? It’ll get easier with time, you just need to…trust yourself to move forward! It doesn’t feel good now but it’ll feel okay soon enough, I promise.” you finish your weak attempt at a pep talk with as tight of a hug as you can manage. You smile when he reciprocates and you feel his lips on the side of your neck. He certainly wasn’t in the mood for anything. Rather, it was a sweet gesture of thanks. It was undoubtedly what he needed before having to endure the bench treatment in about an hour. 

You both finally make it out of the car and go your separate ways. You make your way to your seat while the place is still fairly quiet. He makes his way to the locker room, trying his best to ignore the heaviness of each step. It feels like his feet are tied down with bricks. Or like he’s in the shoe shop trying on the Doc Martens that Abde and Bilal insist are the coolest thing since high fades. Yassine was not impressed by their taste to say the least. In the fade or the shoes. He’d really grown into the dad role come to think of i- no. that had to stop.

It was Chelsea now. Blue. God that stupid logo, the shade of blue, the number made him sick to his stomach but he had to push through. Time would make the separation easier for him.

You couldn’t really decipher the look on his face as he took his place on the bench. Obviously he was hardly overjoyed by the situation but you wondered still. Surely there must be some relief because at least the bread-dead fans couldn’t pin whatever this performance was on him this time. As the match reaches its final 20 minutes you can see him be called over and the linesman ready the manual substitution board for his entrance. You can’t help but feel a little excited as you see him warm him. He looks a little more lively now and you cheer along with the crowd as you see him take his position. Your heart is in your throat and the 20 minutes feel like forever but you’re proud of the fact that he’s able to alter the pace of the game with the few minutes he has. Unfortunately that's as good as things get. The multiple created chances go completely unnoticed by other members on the team and you can feel his frustration climb from your seat. Going from teammates that were livelyenough to pay attention to the field to a bunch of sleepers must have been quite the culture shock. The final whistle only acts as a slap in the face as the players all walk dejectedly back inside. 

Hakim is completely zoned out of Potter’s team talk. What was there to say this time? Was he made to seriously believe that everyone gave it their all? That the decisions made were sound ones? Sure. he does his best to be quick with getting changed. Finally out of the blue and into the red sweater he loved so much. The number and logo on it always brought a smile on his face, even after horrible days like this. He sits down on the bench once more just to take it in before leaving, smiling softly at it. 

He’s feeling a little better now that he’s out of the stadium but some of the frustration still remains when he gets in the car, falling into the passenger seat rather ungracefully.

You decide not to press him until you get home because the silence is actually rather comforting. At the first red light, you look over to see him almost knocked out and you’re happy with your decision. He needs a bit of time at least.

The second you reach the house, he’s rushing to fumble with his keys and get the door open. Finally it clicks and he’s met with the comforting sight of your shared hom. All squeaky clean thanks to your efforts. He bounds up the stairs with you trailing behind him and throws himself onto the bed, sighing out at the feeling of the cool sheets against his skin. He’s a little bit more awake now so opts to check through his phone as you get ready to start your night routine. Unfortunately for him, despite his earnest efforts, he’s yet again facing the brunt of the blame for the goalless draw. Typical. Every tweet is more harsh, unreasonable and condescending than the next. It’s almost as if these people didn’t watch the match at all because of course he had to be the problem. Not the 3 other forwards that did nothing to convert his chances. Although there was a fair share of comments pointing out the fallacies, Hakim was seemingly blinded to those and could only see the horrible ones. It was commonplace for him but it never really got less painful. He perhaps got used to the pain but it was still there. Those words would still circle around his head. They were still strong enough to nearly strip him of his passion entirely. 

Luckily for him, you’re there to pull him out of his misery.

“Hakim, sweetheart; you do realise that twitter is a breeding ground for degeneracy right?’ you ask, looking at him through your vanity mirror as you finish up on your skin care. You’re not satisfied by the vague hum of acknowledgement you make your way over to the bead and lay to face him. He’s still too caught up in reading the horrible messages to notice so you tap him on the shoulder, finally breaking him free of the trance. He smiles softly at you but his eyes widen at the small scowl on your face. 

With that in mind, he concedes his phone to you and allows you to put it on charge at the bedside table that's out of his reach.

“You’re amazing…” you sigh wistfully, running a hand over his cheek with a smile.

“Is that supposed to be sarcasm?” He narrows his eyes.

“Never! Just because a bunch of sad, lonely, racist creeps tell you the opposite, doesn’t mean that they're right!”

“There’s so many of them, princess… it’s too much.” he admits, the tears start forming again and you’re quick to wrap him up in a hug. It breaks your heart to feel the deep breaths develop into full on sobs but you know that it's probably best for him to let it all out. So you do just that. No words for a little longer, just a hand on the back of his head and the other smoothing down his sore back. Some time passes and the sobs slow back down into deep breaths as you wipe the remaining tears away. You resented the club more than anything for what it had done to him. But now wasn’t the time to display that so you go by different means.

“Remember when Bilal and Abde made you try on those shoes?” you reminisce with a growing smile.

“And the look on Yassine’s face when he looked around the store!” you feel him laugh against your chest and release a small sigh of relief. 

“He looked like he’d seen a ghost when they were advertising them!” you add with a small laugh of your own and your eyes light up when you both recall one particular line in sync.

“Freshest thing since high fades!” and you’re both cackling as you remember the visceral horror on the resident baba’s face. The laughter only grows as other memories bubble to the surface. Thankfully the smile on his face doesn’t dissipate even when it all dies down.

“I miss them, you know?” 

“I had no idea” you joke, whining when he flicks your ear.

“No but how unlucky must I be for the people who understand me best to be living thousands or miles away!” he mutters, dejected as ever. 

“Love, I think it’ll be easier for you to process it all if you just keep talking to me. You can stare at the jersey, watch the edits and hide that necklace all you want…” you pause to analyse his facial expressions at your revelation. He’s a little rattled that you’ve seen through everyone but he needs to hear this.

“Keep those memories alive, keep retelling those stories because they’ll always be there with you. I promise you that you’re gonna leave this deadbeat club but that’s gonna take time. Just hold onto those memories because what you have over there is special.” he nods with a sigh and you can feel the exhaustion radiating off him so you reluctantly release him from your embrace and you both quickly shuffle under the covers. He quickly moves towards you to lay on your chest again as he lets the sleep overtake him for the night. You take a bit longer to get to sleep as you plan something to lift his spirits a little. 

You reach behind you, trying not to disturb your husband as you send the texts.

Weeks later, Hakim is simply enjoying his rest day, with you peacefully snuggled in his arms. He’s been getting a few more of those recently and he’s grateful that he isn’t having to spend as much time dealing with the club and can dedicate more of it to you. Of course you were right. Time was healing and although he still missed the team terribly, there was comfort in the fact that he would be seeing them again. He wasn’t even sure of that this time last year so things were looking up. And talking with boards of new clubs was also a factor in boosting his morale. Teams that truly wanted him. He had seen it himself on the degenerate site: fans already making shirts at the mere rumour of a possible transfer. He was actually pretty hopeful about the future. Of course, he couldn’t have gotten this far without you being there by his side. Always reminding him of his worth. Always there to see the bright side and be his number one cheerleader when things didn’t go his way.

He’s brought out of his thoughts by the doorbell. You stir and attempt to get up to answer it but he’s there before you. 

“Go back to sleep, my love.” he kisses the side of your head as you settle back into the couch cushions.

He opens the door and mumbles a thank you to the delivery man, taking the parcel from his hands and closing the door. Once the door is locked, he turns back around to see you a little more lively now. He narrows his eyes as he makes his way over.

“Oh hurry up!” you whine as he sits down slowly, carefully undoing the wrapping paper. The way his eyes light up is so worth it. He begins to laugh again, the same way he did with you that night after the match.

“I don’t know about you but I think these babies are the freshest thing since high fades!” he reads aloud as you double over with laughter. It only gets better every time you hear it. The other side of the note goes unnoticed by you but thankfully he flips it over, eyes widening.

“What?” you ask, confused at the sudden change of demeanour. It appears he’s too stunned for words as he hands it over, hand slightly shaking.

"Brazil?” you ask quizzically, eyes widened like his as the smile on your face grows.

“We need to start packing!” he says excitedly as you both go over the details of the poster. You spend the rest of the day planning everything out, albeit a few weeks early but this was exactly what he needed. 

He couldn’t help but be hopeful, truly hopeful about what the future held. Things were looking up, he just needed to let time take its course. Especially with you by his side, he was going to be just fine.

About damn time, amirite? anyways this took me forever so i hope u enjoy, my loves xxx