#to hear that **I** make you happy makes me the happiest person alive

[cheolhub]

I want you to know that I think you’re really cool, so I’m a little nervous writing this but—

I adore seeing you post, whether it be writing or just talking to people, it makes me smile. I can’t explain why but you have this effortless effect on people. It just makes me happy.

You are so wonderful, and so much more than just a creator of content! Never forget that please!

Byebye ❤️❤️

ME? COOL? pelaheheb please thats so funny bc im actually the most awkward person ever idek how i made it this far 😭 but please dont be nervous omg, i love talking to all of you so much

also stop because im actually gonna break down like u don’t understand how much i needed this…. omfg omgbshs

[strrykais]

control alt + love [kim seungmin]

29. where do you want it?

word count : 1403 warnings: smut

you stood outside seungmins door, hand hovering too scared to knock. you have fighting the devil and angel on your shoulder when the door flings open revealing a smiling seungmin.

“i was waiting to see if you would get the courage to knock but you were taking too long. please come in.” he side steps allowing more room for you to slowly walk in.

you never been in his room, this was the only room at base you were scared to go in by yourself, and here you were. you took in the photos on the wall of the team before you, with faces you never knew. turn to see his personal gaming setup on the other side of the room. 

seungmin just watched from the front of the room, you look so small and scared, like a little sheep being trapped by the big bad wolf. and for some reason he found joy in that. walking to you he grabs your hand pulling you to sit with him on the bed.

seungmin continued to massage your hand in his, you could take your eyes off them, too focus not hearing what he was asking.

seungmin reaches out and pinches your cheeks lighting, eyes finally looking at him.

“i asked if you are okay?” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, going back to playing with your hand on his lap.

“y-yeah, this is fine, i'm okay with this.” blush filling your cheeks, you could feel the burning of your ears, you were just happy that your hair was covering it. 

“i was talking about the incident, but okay. glad to know you are okay with holding hands.” 

snatching your hand from his you tsk. “you know what you are doing, you suck.” 

seungmin laughs out, “i've been wanting to talk to you about us actually, but it's been kind of a crazy couple of days.”

you were starting to get nervous, your heart was beating so loud. “us?” 

“yeah, well that is if you want it. i won't pressure you into getting into a relationship with me, but i could make you the happiest girl alive.” seungmin was starting to lean over, face mere inches away from your face. your breath hitched in your throat, you stared at his lips, gently biting yours.

seungmin reaches out pulling your lips out from your teeth, “don't do that, you are making it really hard to not kiss you right now.” 

that all it took for you to lean over placing your lips over his quickly. you pull back only for seungmin to grab you pulling you back into his lips. moaning into his lips, seungmin using your parted lips to lick into your mouth.

“let me know whenever you wanna stop, okay baby?” he says standing up, taking off his shirt, pushing you to lay on your back on the bed. 

you watch as he reaches down to pull your shorts down your legs tossing them onto the floor. seungmin gets down on his knees kissing the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

you whimper out only for the smirk on his face to grow as he continues to kiss up to your panties. he places a kiss on top of your clothes bud, hips thrusting up. hand flying to grab his hair, “seungmin please.” 

“please what baby.”

“please, i need your mouth.” you push his head to where you need him. 

“i'll buy you more.” before you can process what he was saying you hear a ripping sound from him and suddenly his mouth was on you. moaning out, legs closing around him, seungmin uses his hands to push them down, sliding his hand up to lay on your stomach.

whatever seungmin was doing down there had your eyes squeezing shut, back arching from the bed. seungmin licked down your slit, tongue swirling around your entrance only to go back up and suck harshly on your clit. bring his hand down from your stomach to your wet hole, plunging one finger right into you. 

you couldn't help the loud moan you let out, “shh baby or the guys are gonna hear you. unless you want that.” hi shot breath fan over your wet pussy leaving you in a whimpering mess. seungmin inserted another finger, watching your mouth hang open, eyes and eyebrows scrunched up. seungmin thought you always looked beautiful, but he found you more intoxicating while you were about to come undone for him.

you were starting to feel the little bubble in your stomach burst, chasing your high, rubbing yourself against his face hoping to cum. seungmin could sense you were close, only for him to pull back. you groan out, eyes opening to see him smiling down at you, his mouth glistening from all your juices. bringing the fingers that were in you into his mouth sucking them clean. 

“don't worry you’ll cum baby, but i want you to cum on my cock.” he reaches down pulling his sweats and boxers down, cock springing free slapping against his stomach. you were shocked with how big he was, you never really thought about his size, but it makes sense.

seungmin leans over you, placing a kiss on your temple, then down to your lips. “remember if it gets too much tell me okay.” you nod your head as he aligns his cock to your entrance.

seungmin enters you slowly until he bottoms out, “fuck, baby your so tight.” he moans out a little. that only fuels the fire in your belly, making you squeeze him tightly as you cum. 

seungmin could feel you pulsing around him, your warm walls sucking him, he was trying his hardest to not slam into you over and over again. he didn't want to overwhelm you.

“seungmin please, please move.” hands reaching out scratching at his back. seungmin did not need to be told twice. quickly pulling out of you only to slam into you. seungmin was relentless, hands gripping onto your waist, plowing straight into you. 

he couldn’t get enough of the way you fit him perfectly, seungmin reaches out to push your shirt and up to see you beautiful breasts bouncing. “no bra baby, in a house full of guys, god its like you are asking to get fucked.” he grunts out as he quickly picks up the pace. “but your mine, all mine right baby, nobody can fuck this little pussy like me.” one hand pinching your nipples as the other reaches out to wrap around your throat, tightening lightly. “say it baby, come on.”

“f-fuck seungmin, no-no one can fuck me like you can.” you couldn't even get the sentence out with the way he was making you feel. everywhere he touched was on fire, “im gonna cum.” 

“cum baby, cum on this cock.” seungmin says giving you kisses all over your face. seungmin could once again feel you tighten on him. groaning out he says “where do you want it, can i cum in you baby?” he was quickening his pace chasing his high after he made you cum. you quickly moan out, head nodding rapidly, nails digging into him.

 you watch as his head falls into the crook of your neck as he does one finally push, a low groan leaving his lips as he stills inside of you. you clench around him as you feel his warm seed filling you up. seungmin places a kiss behind your ear as he slowly exits out of you, both your mixed cum dripping out of you. 

you moan as you feel him quickly plunge his fingers back into you, not wanting any of it to escape. “holy fuck.” you breathe out watching him walk to the bathroom, bringing out a wet cloth, helping you clean up. 

“here, wear this, sorry about your underwear. i'll buy you some more.” seungmin helps you pull off your shirt, to place his longer one over you. 

“you know my shirt was fine.” he says, watching his face blush up.

“i want you in mine. do you want some water?” 

you nod your head getting under the covers, feeling exhausted. 

“okay i'll be right back. don't leave.” he says, placing his clothes back on, placing a kiss on your head and walking out his room.

you smile to yourself as you breathe in his scent all around you. blissfully unaware the walls are very thin.

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[secretress]

❝𝐏𝐀𝐂: 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞

A love letter from your future spouse

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Pac Summary!

♡ A fs love letter.

♡ One angel number with an intuitive message/meaning of the number.

♡ Resonated channeled song and its lyrics with intuitive messages added to it.

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Pile I

Hi love, hi sunshine.

What's up? How are you doing, my pretty flower? Well, in all honesty, I am awful with words, and a love letter is hard, but I will suck it up just to show my love for you.

Sometimes. When I look at the stars, I will think about you. Sometimes, when I glance at lily ponds, I will daydream about you. And sometimes when I call you, I fawn over the little things you do, because every little thing you do is incredibly beautiful and deserves to be fawn over.

Sometimes, when I struggle and miss your presence, I remember that I can always call you and ramble about the small things during my days. I can find that solace even if we are far apart... And sometimes that scares me because what if we lost touch with one another—that I would never get to see you? All of these doubts eat me alive, but then I hear your small laughs about my days, and all of them disappear.

Do you think one day we could start a family? Maybe I believe anything is possible—after all, I landed someone as perfect as you (psst, I manifested you). So the fact that I have you as my lover makes me wonder if I can ever have kids with you. We can adopt too; I don't care, but having biological kids with you would also be so lovely.. After all, everything about you is lovely. I am someone who always gives too much love to others, so if it's too much, let me know, but loving you is so easy. How can one stop that? That scares me.. If you ever told me to stop loving you so much, it would make me feel like I was losing a small part of myself. Quite frankly, I don't think I could ever deal with that—I just, I just couldn't.

When I looked at the sky the other day, I kept thinking about our connection. I know we don't know each other. Hell, I'm fucking daydreaming about you right now, but I really want to see you. Maybe one day we will meet each other, and when we do, I will become the happiest person alive. Because the idea of loving someone I am manifesting is something.. It's.. it's just. I can't express it with words, but it's definitely something so magical. Everything in my heart is fluttering with happiness because I get to see you smile in my presence. I always thought I wasn't worthy of love. Look at us. Fuck. Thank you for loving me.

Thank you (x5) for loving me.

Fs. 

I was listening to Terrified by Katharine McPhee, and as I was editing your reading at "when I look at stars'' the song said, ''every word feels like a shooting star.'' So for those who have doubts about this relationship, do understand that this is really your confirmation.

Angel numbers: 1222

Meaning of 1222 through an intuitive message. 1 is usually associated with goals and what you're looking for. 2 is usually associated with reminding you that everything is going to be okay and that you are in the right place. Combining both of them, intuition says, ‘’you are in the right place. All the hard work you have been doing for yourself—all the shadow work that you have been journaling, all the beautiful messages you have been giving to yourself—is what will help you find your goals. Your ideas which you keep postponing are something that needs to be done. Stop procrastinating and do it right now. You will never know when the right time comes since it doesn't exist. Make it your right time.’’ Basically, intuition says there is no such thing as diving timing. Divine timing doesn't actually exist since it's all about healing and treating ourselves with kindness. It's all about what we do during those times we have during our isolation, or, in a positive sense, our resting period. Truthfully, since you are working on yourself and removing your inner demons for yourself and not for others (since I heard that a lot of people think you are doing it for a boy when you aren't), you can attract your future spouse with the speed of light and grab the fruits. The fruits are your manifestations or your wishes in life. 

Channeled song: 

Invisible - Hunter Hayes

‘’And you've been trying for so long / To find out where your place is.’’ This is about you trying to figure out where you belong. Intuition says people in your life believe all the hard work you are doing is for this man, your ex, or someone you used to have feelings for. The people in your circle are very close-minded, but deep down inside, the fear of letting go of these connections scares you, so you let them stay. If I were in your place, I would let them go since people like that don't deserve to be in my world. And I feel like some of you will say, ‘’yeah because you aren't dealing with it’’ and for those who have said that, lol, I just let go of a friend group like that 2-3 weeks ago. So let them go and realize all the beauty that will come out of it.

‘’And you're not invisible / Hear me out / There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now / Someday you'll look back on all these days / And all this pain is gonna be invisible.’’ This is your future spouse calling out to you and yearning for your love. They are letting you know that when you look back on your life, you are not only going to feel blessed with how your life went but also come to the realization that there is more to life than the negativity you are feeling and associating yourself with. This person is going to make you feel like magic, (which is something you deserve, and you cannot tell me otherwise).

‘’So your confidence is quiet / To them, quiet looks like weakness / But you don't have to fight it / 'Cause you're strong enough to win without a war.’’ Basically, intuition says your intuition and higher self are telling you, ‘’even though you are a quiet person. Despite you being timid, none of these are bad qualities; it makes you stronger because you are observing everything and you know others' deepest, darkest secrets through their behaviors. So don't let your skills go in vain.’’ To sum it up, if there is any confusion, people perceive quiet and shy people as fragile and needing help, but in reality, it could be that or they have no desire to speak to people that do not intrigue them or aren't worth their time. People don't see that because they are lost in fitting in with the crowd. Your higher self and my intuition are saying, don't fit in the crowd and do your own thing. Not only will that attract your fs but also heal your heart that you have been blocking with bricks to protect yourself from the pain your inner circle is causing and your deadbeat parent (I hear father, but I also believe it could be the mother for some).

‘’These labels that they give you is just 'cause they don't understand / If you look past this moment / You'll see you've got a friend / Waving a flag for who you are.’’ And lastly :), this is your fs telling you that they will always have your back no matter what. And they love you so fucking badly. Emphasis on so fucking badly, I could hear your fs tell me to add that in. 

Masterlist ♡

Pile II

Hi, my love. 

As your future spouse, it’s my duty to defend and honor our promises, but sometimes I mess up because I'm shy. I'm sorry in advance, but I try very hard, but I mess things up. Sometimes I feel like a child when you scold me.. I know sometimes you feel disappointed with the things I do, but I ask you.. As of now, please treat me with more dignity and respect. I'm human, just like you. Do you think a child deserves this treatment? No. 

Okay, before I fully channel everything, this pile has toxic energy. You have caused your fs an insane amount of anxiety and trauma, so now that you are aware of this. Why don't you improve as a person? This person is absolutely soft and adorable, and they do not deserve that type of energy).

Sometimes, at night, I like to walk along the streams or near our pond area in our backyard and feel the coolness around my feet. The water tickles my feet gently, and the water droplet splashes around the soles of my feet. The feeling is so warm and relaxing, just like you once were. What happened to that? Why did you let them take away (your name's)  golden heart? Why do I deserve the same treatment when I was by your side this whole time? I was never and will never be your enemy, so please change for the better. I want (your name) back; (your gender) was deserving of the greatest, and so am I. Please go back to them and let me honor my promise again. I wanted to protect you, but now it’s too hard. I cannot do it anymore. I am writing this love letter to you in the hopes that you change for the better. In hopes my words and my love being poured onto this can shift you and make you realize that you are now the reason I despise myself, the reason why I struggle to love myself. I don't want to stay in this stale situation; I want to move on, and I want you to move on and treat me better. So maybe.. I will now try to show you the love we felt when we met instead of now. Since you feel like poison.

When we danced in the park that one night, the moonlight shone on top of us. Like we were the main characters of a romantic movie. Do you remember that feeling when we were laughing together and I finally saw you smile? That happiness shattering your stoic face—it was incredible. I realized that that was the moment I fell in love with you. My heart jumped out of my chest that day. Do you remember when we had small dates with each other and you bought me something small? You thought I wouldn't wear it because of your ex(es), but I did, and your eyes widen. Do you remember that softness appearing on your face that day? I remember it vividly. I blushed that day and hid it with a cough. Do you remember me constantly coughing that day, and you wondered why this was happening? Do you remember how I kicked your shoes and said it was an accident so you could look under the table and not notice me covering my flushed face because of that facial expression you had? The realization that someone did, in fact, love you. God, I remember that feeling so well. It made me so happy. I remember all of these small moments with you, and I know that you will. One day, it will happen just as it should.. But then something happened: you shut everyone away, especially me, and sabotage everything at the end because it was better to be a cold-hearted bitch than stay and let me protect you. Please, (your name), realize that I love you despite what you have done to me. I can forgive you; I really can, but I want your real self back. Let me love them, let me shower them with compliments; just let me back in. 

I forgive you,

Fs. 

So this is written in past and future tense. Of course, these dates haven’t happened for you, however, I wasn’t able to channel them from a present perspective for the majority of the letter. They were focused on pouring their love on you without thinking. It was a desperate call for you to change and not become cold. And for many of you, not for you to become the one thing you hated. So instead, learn to heal your open wounds and better yourself instead of being an ass in the future. 

Angel number: 777.

Usually, 777 is associated with good luck, or good luck and prosperity are heading your way. However, intuition says, ‘’despite good luck (your fs) coming your way, allowing those icky thoughts to reappear constantly in your head is what will mess things up in the future with your fs. In order to remove these thoughts, work on your inner feelings and improve yourself. Do not allow evil to invade who you are as a person, and instead, allow the kindness that you still have to shine upon you and shield you from the dangers of others. Become the person you desire and still love. Do not become them, you will be miserable.’’ So, basically, working on your inner feelings is healing your inner demons. Everyone deals with them, but it’s our responsibility to actually take care of them and make them angels, or, in this case, remove them from your system. Taking care of them or removing them, however you see fit, is all about being kind to yourself and removing the high standards you have for yourself. And in order to be kind to yourself, think of your favorite person, object, whatever, and think, ‘’would I be a jackass to them/it?’’ No, you would treat it or them with respect and love because it’s your favorite thing. Think of it like that with yourself. You can use your kindness to protect yourself. Usually, kindness has a bad reputation because people who are kind either become people pleasers, get taken advantage of, etc., but you could always balance your kindness and rational thoughts so you don’t get hurt like your future self did. Because this situation has not occurred yet, as of now, try to balance those two out. Also, imagine that (your favorite color) aura or bubble is surrounding you and protecting you from evil. 

Channeled anime: 

Death Note 

I am aware this is completely different, and you were promised a song, but I wasn’t able to do that as Light from death note kept appearing in my mind. For those who are watching this, ignore this since there are spoilers, and if you are still curious, I’ll keep it as vague as I can. 

(Please, remember, this is about your future self. Not your present self). 

The reason my intuition mentioned an anime instead of a song is how Light, the main character, became the person he hated. This is what you have become. His desires were to protect the innocent, but ultimately he did the opposite. As time goes on throughout the show, he starts to become power-hungry, but in your case, it’s a lust for isolation. He saw everything as a game, and with you, you used your kindness as an advantage to abuse your spouse (I know you are saying you would never, but you did in the future). And also, hurt your friends to gain advantages or small tokens of something to get ahead of life and get whatever you want. Not only, in the future, do you break your morals, lose your respect from others and your inner child, but fuck things up all for power. Power, isolation, and hatred for what others did to you. Do you believe this is worth it just because you were hurt? Why do you want to hurt people who didn't do anything? You got hurt, sought revenge on those who didn't hurt you, and became like your abusers. Your future self keeps mentioning, ‘’karma’s a bitch.’’ And yet, how can it be if it’s aimed at those who cannot do much? I know you want to be protected and understood, but how can you if you allowed this to occur and pushed those away who were, in fact, protecting you but in the shadows? Use this as your guide and change for the better since fate doesn’t exist, not really. And if you believe in it, then change your fate. Become your own guide and improve. Because your energy will be awful, the way you have treated others in the future will be awful, and I feel the anxiety radiating off of you—you don't like who you have become in the future. So, don't change, protect yourself instead.

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Pile III

Hi sun, hellooo to my sun. Hi, hi, hiiii, hi. 

I’m saying a lot of hi to you because I'm ecstatic to be around you. Your personality makes me very happy, yay. You're reading this right now, so lucky me. I just have to say this: I wish right now you were with me so I could run to you, jump into your arms, and peck you like a goose, and if you ever become sick with me, well, you can't! I won't allow it, so that means you can’t pick someone else; only me, me and drum roll, please! Me!

I really love talking to you–OH wait, well, we haven't met yet, but I do! We will stay up all night talking to each other, and the thought makes me giggle~ You are my favorite sun person… Well, I know you are going to call me the sun, but nope! I am the star around the moon waiting for you, so when you go up and chase your ambitious goals, I am at home rooting for you. Sorry, I'm a homebody, so I don't like going out so much, but I'll go out just for you! That is how special you are; of course, I can't really explain it through this letter, so we have to meet first! With that being said, you are the sun because you brighten up my world and everyone around you. I know right now you are feeling depressed, but fear not! I am coming; actually, psttt, I am dashing towards you like Sonic, and if Mario had a baby, wait. NO WAIT, I MEANT IF SONIC AND THE FLASH HAD A BABY OMG NOOO IM SORRY. As I was saying, coughs if Sonic and the flash had a baby together—that’s how fast I am coming to–ru–RUNNING TO YOU, FUCK IM SORRY. I'M SO EXCITED, I KNOW I DON'T HAVE TO APOLOGIZE BUT I AM EXCITED. Anyway, as I am saying, I am running to you if the flash and Sonic had a baby together, because that’s how fast I am, and in other places, if you know what I mean, raising my eyebrows in a funny but sexy way. 

Oh, that reminds me, btw: don't eat green apples when we meet because you're going to choke on them and die! No, I am joking about the die part, but you do choke a lot, and I become very scared because we are friends at that time, and well, I think youre going to die, but I know that you aren't, but I think you might, so it scares me and I can't handle it, and now I am rambling, but you get the point, so no apples for a week, so that means you are kind of like a horse on a diet... Even though they eat apples, imagine that you are a horse who can't eat apples! Yes!!! Oh, wait, why would you be a horse? Okay, wait, it doesn't matter because you are my horse, so that makes me a princess/prince and therefore you gotta protect me. Wait.

This is a love letter, NOOOOOOO, wait. Lets start! I love you so much. You make me so happy that I can ramble on for no reason, and you are enjoying every part of it. Thats why I like things about you because you listen to me and hear me out, and you make me happy. I am rambling again, but this time it doesn't matter because it's all abouttttt yooooouuuuu. Yeah so i love you A LOT and YOU mean the WOOOORRRRLLLLDDDD to me and thank you for being–THANK YOU FOR–WAIT. I AM GLAD THAT I WILL MEET YOU, SO THEN THANK YOU FOR BEING IN MY WORLD. All this present and future stuff is making my head spin, like those anime drawings of the characters or the other animations or drawing pieces you see on websites or drawing platforms. Oh yeah, did you know that I am an artist? Yeah, me neither, thats because you taught me how to draw gremlin laugh, but yeah, cya later!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bestestttt (not a word i know that shut up, grumpy face) perrrrrrssssssoooooooonnnnn evvvvveeeeeerrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!! Ya gal/lad is outie five thousand!

I kept feeling rambling and childlike wonder with your future spouse. You make them very comfortable with who they are as a person, and with this, they can channel their inner child with you. You will show them new hobbies, and because of this, in the future, it will become their career. So despite this, if some of you are not artists, you will be opening a new world for them in the art field because art isn’t only drawing, animation, etc.; it does have music or poetry involved. 

Angel number: 1313.

On an energy level, the number symbolizes a goal you had in mind shifting and transforming into your reality because you were able to trust your gut feelings and allow things to come into your nature. You used to be afraid of change or those who gave you things; asking for help scared you. Now you are healing toward that goal and learning to let go when people help. You are able to prioritize things that make you happy, even if it’s a one-time thing, because chasing things does become hard, but knowing now that you are able to get the things you want makes you blessed. You embody the attitude of gratitude, and from now on until the end of August, things will come in abundance. Keep embodying this attitude to further it until the end of the year. When the end of the year comes, make more goals for yourself, but find goals that are worth what you are looking for. Understand who your higher self is, and ask them what goals helped them become who they are now. Your higher self isn’t necessarily your future self; you worked hard to become your desired self. So make sure you learn what is actually important for you while also listening to the same gut feeling that you have. People say 13 in general is an unlucky number. Still, some people ditch their ideas on the number and make it their favorite number. Intuition says not to follow people’s guidance when it comes to things that don't make sense; don’t follow the crowd if it’s not something you are actually agreeing on or intrigued with. Make sure to follow what you believe in, and if people find that to be stubborn, then who cares? Make sure you do things that make you happier in the long term before you meet this ray of sunshine. 

Channeled Song: 

Sunsetz - Cigarettes after sex

‘’Strangely, there's nobody else around / So you open your dress and show me your t*ts / On the swing set at the old playground / And when you go away I still see you / The sunlight on your face in my rearview.’’ Aside from the 18+ nature of the song, the minute I heard it play, I knew it was from your future spouse. As we are aware, they are full of light and embody a star nature; this song beat felt the same way. When the song said, ‘’Strangely, there's nobody else around / So you open your dress and show me your t*ts’’ I heard your future spouse laugh at this because, despite their gender, they are prone to being open about the sexual world. And the idea of showing their chest to you makes them excited. Of course, this isn’t an 18+ reading, so I cannot add more. ‘’On the swing set at the old playground / And when you go away I still see you’’  is about them showing you all of their childish nature and you accepting them. Because I hear your future spouse mention, ‘’thank you very much for accepting me for who I am. I had many people ignore me or disrespect me constantly because I had to act my age. But you were the only one in the entire worrrrrldddd to accept and love me without expecting anything.’’ Also, intuitively, they are always going to daydream cute scenarios with you and see you as a cutie despite your rough nature. Because everywhere they go and explore the depths of the world, you will have to accompany them. In the flesh or not. They will daydream you near them if you cannot make it or if it's a long-distance relationship (for some). 

‘’A love that nobody could destroy / Took photographs like Brautigan's book covers / That we both adored.’’ So, I feel a lot of third parties coming into this relationship on their side. A lot of people are jealous of them and cannot handle the fact that they finally found someone who appreciates their true qualities. So a lot of toxic people will try to sabotage the friendship at first and then eventually the relationship, and they are naive, so they might believe it, so be careful with that. Eventually, though, I do see them realizing it, and the fact that you stayed makes them love you harder, hence all the ramblings (you making them comfortable to do so). Both of you are going to take a lot of pictures together and post them on social media, whereas those who don’t use social media often will make collages out of them and decorate them around their room or apartment. Some will hide it from their parents, and others will boast about it positively. Just stay careful, because you never know other people’s intentions with it. ‘’That we both adored.’’ This just shows how healthy and beautiful the relationship will become for you when they ask you out. I feel a lot of you always ask other people out, and you have mentioned it to them once, so the idea of asking you out makes them happy because it’s removing a boulder off your shoulder. All I will say is that they will be the reason why you find true happiness since a majority of you are chasing the idea of happiness. With them, you can feel it and keep it; it’s not a one time thing; this leads to a beautiful thing. I’ll stop here since I don't want to give you any spoilers about it. 

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Pile IV

Tw: Abuse

Hi, my dear,

Right now, I have been feeling down in the dumps. Things have been tough, very tough. Lately, I have been struggling to find happiness in my life. And I was praying for something, anything to feel something. But nothing came through, this broke me further. Then I started to realize something.. Why should I ask someone for help when I can do it myself?

So that is what I have been doing. I'm working on myself, so when we meet, you have someone you can be devoted to. I know it sounds like I'm not actually taking care of myself, but I am. And it sounds like I am only working on myself for you, as if all of this is for you and not me; some of it is partially true, but at the same time, I am thinking of myself. It’s important that you do the same thing, because I know you like to do things for other people but don't.

You know, I see you struggling to get your job or homework done. I am in the same boat. We are the same after all. I think it’s special that we are on the same path, the same journey, and most of all, the same love level. We both had it rough with a lover, but you know what? We can make that our special bond; I'm not saying that is what our relationship is about—I'm saying it could connect us further and see where everything takes us. You know how people bond over something negative, and that makes them fall for one another? I don't want that. (I hear them laughing and then smiling). All I am saying with my gibberish words is that sometimes people use their trauma to bond with each other, but they can like other things. Does that make sense? Sorry, love, I'm absolute garbage with words. Everything is a mess, isn't it? Again, sorry. Now, I want to start with the actual love letter.

Dear (your name),

Our future is bright. It’s beautiful. I will be the one to shower you with all the riches and luxuries in the world, and all I ask for is your beautiful heart. The heart that you have hidden from the world from all the negativities you were given isn't you anymore. We are connected like one. This is your reward for still staying sane. I know everything as of now is complicated, but do know I will find you one day, have a rose in my hand, and ask you to be mine. I know that sometimes you doubt if I will ever come, but remember that those who wait have the best rewards. Sure, I sound arrogant, but no, I know my worth in the future, and I know you will too. It’s okay to appear arrogant; what matters is on the inside. People's judgment is useless, just like their opinions of us. So don't focus on their chaotic and negative words; focus on what I tell you. I want to guide you and make you love yourself so much. Even when you know your worth, let me show you all that you can know. I want to marry you one day. I want to bathe you with all of my love. I want everything from you, and I will give you everything. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met. I know that we haven't met, but I will say the same thing because it’s the truth. This is why I love you, (your full name). Thank you for being my blessing and for being my princess (regardless of your gender). 

Take care with lots of love,

fs.

Angel number: 2266 

2 is about being in the right place, and whoever you believe in is telling you that you shouldn’t worry. 6 is about mental diet, focusing on the positive to align you with your higher self. Whenever negative thoughts appear, remind yourself that this isn’t good for you. Negativity isn't good for anyone. Remind yourself that you are deserving of love. Learn to heal with patience and care. If you force yourself to heal, you never will. Forcing ourselves isn’t consistency; it’s abuse. Sure, sometimes it looks like it helps us, but then we stop doing it and relapse into the same loop. Do you like to be controlled and forced by others? I doubt it. Don't do the same thing; you are not deserving of it. What you are deserving of is love. Give yourself the love you deserve and need. It's important that you prioritize yourself instead of others' needs since people come and go, and don't be the one to let yourself go for someone else. It's not worth it, and your love and presence aren't determined by whether someone appreciates the good deeds you do for others. Your worth is dependent on what you do for yourself, so if you believe taking time for yourself and doing something for yourself is selfish, then it's selfish. But would you say the same thing to the people you work your ass off for? No, don't be a hypocrite to yourself. 

 Channeled song:

Therapy Session - NF

‘’My music is violent, you gotta be kidding me. I guess that your definition of violence and mine is something that we look at differently.’’ This is your fs telling you to start looking at things differently. You always see the good in people, even when they make a mistake. Even when they piss you off, even when they hurt you (not by accident), you always forgive them without a second thought. Don't do that, it’s hurting you just like it’s hurting them. ‘’Do you honestly want to be stuck in quicksand all the time? Don't do that, princess. I cannot handle it.’’ 

‘’How do you picture me, huh? Want me to smile? You want me to laugh? You want me to walk on the stage with a smile on my face. When I'm mad and put on a mask? For real though!’’ This is how both of you feel. Always wearing a mask and acting around for other people’s entertainment. It’s not worth it to put on a mask unless you have to protect yourself. Intuition says that you do, but remember to be careful. Do not do things that you cannot control, so if someone says otherwise and then threatens you because you didn’t. Then try to not allow them to step on you and subtly mention something to get their insults away from you. For example, intuition says, ‘’when you see them talking crap about you, don’t allow it. Stand up for yourself with something small. If they say how disgusting or how ugly you looked today, tell them that you disagree, and that’s it. Keep in mind that protecting yourself isn’t always causing war with one another, but saying something like this can stop a lot of issues and keep it as if you are having a normal conversation.’’ 

 ‘’I am aware it's aggressive. I am not here for acceptance.’’ Your future spouse is telling you to stop seeking acceptance from the people you help. Learn to seek acceptance from yourself. That is the person you have at the end of the day. Intuition is telling me some of you are a system (DID). So intuitively speaking, rely on your protectors. Ask them to take care of you and help guide you when people are rude to you. I know controlling and altering isn’t like control, but intuition says, ‘’ask them. Let them know how you are feeling, and ask them like a friend. It’s okay to vent to them; they want to help you after all. Those who do not accept you because of what you went through are not worth your time or the value you place on them. You are deserving of more, but you must allow it to come through.’’ 

‘’Apparently he likes to beat on her mama. I got so angry inside. I wanted to tell her to give me his number. But what you gon' do with it right? You gon' hit him up then he'll start hitting her harder.’’ This is your life. Your energy. It can be switched where your mom beats your dad, stepdad. Your grandparents, etc. Your future spouse will be protecting you from them, (and yes, they will love you despite having DID, loves. Don’t worry). Except instead of the abuser hitting your guardian more or you, they won’t allow it. I am hearing a cop signal sound, so it’s possible that they will beat your abuser endlessly and get your abuser to jail (this is for some), and on the other hand, expect someone who is going to love you dearly and protect you from the “wicked witch of the west. I’ll protect you with all of my heart, and my soul is yours as your soul is mine.’’ 

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[hard-core-super-star]

make you mine this season [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x barton!reader

summary: a badly timed snowstorm leaves you unable to make it to the barton farm for christmas. thankfully, a certain archer shows up to keep you company.

warnings: none, i think? just really cheesy, holiday rom-com type of fluff [i say this as if i've watched any holiday rom-com besides happiest season and the holiday 😶]; kate's a dork [wow, what a shock]; idiots in love; past mentions of bishova; bad jokes?; snowstorm; cheesy gifts bc kate can't talk about her feelings

wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: HI, EVERYONE, I'M ALIVE! and it wouldn't be a rubix fic if it WASN'T posted a little late 😅 i hope you all had a fantastic holiday season and that you'll accept this very cheesy Christmas fic <3 [and maybe that last line is very self-indulgent but that's none of your business, if you know you know]

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You’re no stranger to loneliness but things were bordering on ridiculous. Not only have you spent the past two years ridiculously in love with a certain purple-loving archer, you’re also on the verge of spending Christmas by yourself thanks to the worst-timed snowstorm of all time.

And maybe the first part of your unfortunate situation is your fault but that doesn’t stop the waves of disappointment from crashing into you.

This year was supposed to be different. 

That’s what you had told yourself in an effort to convince yourself to tell the young archer about your feelings for her. It was a strategy that almost worked…until a certain blonde decided to accept Kate’s offer for drinks…which turned into a date…which turned into a second date…which turned into the longest four months of your life.

You could never be one to be mad at someone else’s happiness but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely defeated every time you saw them together. There was no one to blame except you for the brunette’s lack of knowledge about your feelings and that only made everything worse.

It was impossible to ignore the ache in your chest when your eyes met Kate’s or the heavy jealousy that clouded most of your interactions with her. Maybe if you had been less into your head about the whole thing, you would have realized the way the archer’s smile never seemed to reach her eyes. 

Eyes that followed you every time you walked away.

You never noticed the traces of darkness that clung to her usually radiant persona but you were the first person at her side when the break up happened. She offered little to no details besides an awkward joke about the relationship ending almost exactly where it started right at the Rockefeller tree.

It was messed up in a way that made Kate want to make as many jokes about it as possible which resulted in you laughing at things that definitely weren’t funny and were just sad. Not as sad as spending the holidays completely alone and hopelessly in love with your best friend, though.

You were sure the archer was already well on her way to your dad’s farm which leaves you completely unprepared when the door to your apartment swings open to reveal her. She almost drops the key in her hand the second she realizes you’re home.

“What’re you doing here?” You question, doing your best to pretend you don’t see the gift bags she tries to hide behind her back.

You can practically see the wheels turning in her head before she’s finally able to respond. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at Clint’s?”

It’s hard not to laugh at the incredulous look on her face. No matter how many times you see it, it’s still as endearing as the first time. Back when she was just your dad’s protege and you hadn’t spent so many of your days learning the ins and outs of her complicated personality.

“Did the incoming snowstorm happen to slip your mind?”

“No, I just thought you’d want to go anyway,” she replies with a small shrug. 

“I’d rather not crash, Lila will never let me hear the end of it.”

Your words make her tilt her head to the side, the slightest hint of a pout on her face. “So…what, you’re just going to spend Christmas alone?”

“Yup. Kate, I’m not a kid anymore, nothing will happen if I spend one day by myself.”

“But it’s Christmas!” She exclaims, looking borderline offended that you’re so comfortable spending the holiday alone. 

“Is that why you’re breaking into my apartment?�� You ask in a foolish attempt to stop yourself from asking her to spend the day with you. 

Just because she thought about you long enough to come drop off her, no doubt ridiculously expensive, gifts for you does not mean she wants to spend the holiday with you when she could easily spend it with anyone else.

The pink hue that overtakes her cheeks is a better gift than anything that could be inside the bags in her hand. “Well, uh…maybe…”  

She finally gathers enough courage to get rid of the distance between you with a bright, albeit nervous, smile on her face. You half-expect her to launch into some long ramble about why she just couldn’t stop herself from buying an insane amount of gifts for you this year but she doesn’t. 

For once in her life, Kate Bishop makes things easy for herself.

“I didn’t think I was going to make it to the farm on time so I was just going to drop these off for you…” She holds out the bag for you and you do your best to calm the rapid beating of your heart as you take it.

“Can I open it right now or will you get embarrassed?” 

“Both,” she replies through a chuckle. “I would leave but I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“Right, because I’m the one who gets lonely.”

“Shut up.”

It’s both a blessing and a curse to have broken through the archer’s defenses and right now, her cute reactions are beginning to feel like a curse. Although, that might just be your unrequited feelings talking.

A slightly awkward silence settles over both of you while you rifle through the overwhelming amount of purple tissue paper until you find your gift. You’re expecting another expensive necklace, maybe a bracelet this time, but what you’re met with is the most thoughtful gift you’ve ever received…and probably the most thoughtful gift Kate has ever given.

What you end up pulling out of the bag is a leather journal with a beautiful engraving of yours and Kate’s initials. “Kate…is this-”

“Yeah, I, um…I couldn’t find a photo album that I liked so I sort of…made my own.”

You can’t stop yourself from flipping through the first couple of pages, caught somewhere between the euphoria of being given something so beautiful and the disappointment that comes with knowing it all only serves to fuel your love for the archer. 

Love you can’t express the way you want to.

Love that’s hidden between the pages of the journal you hold in your hands. 

You don’t notice and Kate isn’t really in a hurry to watch you read the series of rambles that make up her overdue confession so she lets the moment fade like she always has. It’s not like you can blame her for wanting to move on to something else, her lack of focus isn’t necessarily a secret, and you let yourself get carried away by her jokes and her stubborn need to make mac and cheese for you.

The archer manages to cook without setting your kitchen on fire and the two of you settle on your couch to watch the first cheesy Christmas movie you find. In all honesty…the movie is awful but the corny jokes make Kate laugh so you can’t find it in yourself to be too grumpy about the shitty writing.

Until the scene in front of you reminds you of the archer and her ex. You’re unable to hold back the jealousy-tinted snarkiness said reminder brings out of you. “I think Yelena watched this movie and then decided to be a dick just like the main character.”

Kate instantly turns toward you, staring at you with wide eyes that barely hide her amusement. “What?”

“What?” You feign confusion to avoid having to repeat yourself.

“You know what,” she replies with an eyeroll. “If I’m the one who got broken up with, why are you the one that’s still upset?”

“Because- wait, why are you not upset?”

Your uno-reverse of a response leaves Kate speechless for a few seconds and you prepare yourself for the series of jokes that will no doubt leave her mouth next. 

But Kate’s never been predictable.

“Because…she didn’t break my heart. She didn’t even own it in the first place.”

Her words spark the low flames of hope hidden in the depths of your heart. It feels impossible and if you were a believer, you might even say Santa’s on your side, helping to give you the one thing you’ve wished for more nights than you can count.

And yet you hesitate.

“What are you trying to say?” You ask, your voice so soft it borders on cautious.

“That I’m an idiot,” she replies with that same bright smile that made you fall for her so long ago. “And…I’d really like to kiss you.”

The world seems to slow down to a complete stop at that moment. 

You almost don’t even know what to do with yourself. Thankfully, you manage to kick yourself into action before the moment passes.

Kate’s awkwardness seems to disappear into thin air as she leans in toward you, meeting you halfway for the softest, sweetest, kiss you’ve ever had. And maybe nothing about it is perfect but it’s you and her and that’s all that matters for now.

[broshot]

Ooo can you also do Nanami and Sukuna for the near death reader? Loved the ones for Megumi and Gojo!

a/n: hello!! of course I can do that♡ thank you for the request! I'm just a hater when it comes to sukuna so I'll be making him the most ooc there is! (I've never really written stuff for these two so I hope they're not too bad) also I'm so so so sorry for writing this so late, I've had a big writing block recently so this isn't my best writing but I just needed to post this for you all

here's the one with megumi and gojo!

cw/tw: gn!reader, hurt w comfort (angst to fluff), hurt reader, mentions of death + blood, confession in sukuna's part, probs a bit (or very) ooc,

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nanami kento

he wasn't a person who talked about his feelings, and he definitely didn't show them. he was polite and professional, not so polite when he was fighting but that didn't matter. he always had the same blank and bored expression on his face, sometimes it turned into annoyed and angry but he never smiled or looked sad.

until he met you. he fell in love with you instantly, though he tried to convince himself that he definitely wasn't in love. he wanted to share his life with you, both his good and bad days.

you made him smile and laugh, you made him happy. he swears the day he confessed to you was his luckiest and happiest day and he never ever wanted to lose you. he swore he would protect you.

but his promise didn't seem very true anymore. you were sitting against a wall with your head in an uncomfortable position. he rushed over to you and tried to wake you up as you seemed to just be unconscious, probably fainted and nothing worse.

"can you hear me, sweetheart?" he asked, softly lifting your chin up. that's when he noticed the deep cut on your neck. it was bleeding a lot, how did he not notice all the blood before?

"wake up," he said, feeling the panic rush up faster and faster. you need to stay calm, he thought to himself but it wasn't really working.

his hands seemed to work on their own as he softly pressed a piece of cloth onto your wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"what's up? I'm in a tight spot right now." he heard gojo's unusually serious voice on the other side of the phone. when had he called gojo?

"uh, I need help. (name)'s bleeding a lot. could you send someone over?" he couldn't recognize his own voice, it sounded distant and a bit too high to be his.

"I'll be over in a second," was all he heard gojo say before a familiar frame arrived right next to him.

---

you opened your eyes and quickly tried to get up. the fight was all you had in mind, you couldn't waste even a second, you had to be there.

but you were stopped by a huge wave of pain all over your body. your head was hurting and so was your neck, and you were suddenly aware of how sore all of your muscles were. you were laying in a bed, probably in a hospital somewhere. before you could even think about what happened yesterday that got you in this position, you noticed nanami sleeping on the chair next to you.

"honey?" you whispered and to your surprise, he immediately wake up.

"sweetheart. you're alive." he breathed out before rushing over to you. he pulled you close to his chest, softly wrapping his arms around your body.

"yeah, I was-" you started but a sound stopped your words. you heard a quiet sob from him. he was crying.

"I thought I lost you," he sobbed, his voice wobbly and weak.

you didn't say anything. you just hugged him back.

"I don't ever want to lose you, love, never," he continued. "if you die I'll never love anyone again. please don't leave me like that."

"I'll do my best to stay alive for you," you whispered. "I love you.

"I love you too. I'll make sure you're protected next time."

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sukuna

the king of curses shouldn't fear anything, right?

so why was he shaking from fear right now?

"I'm not scared, I'm just angry," he repeated for the nth time in his head. he could never be scared, really. but still, being scared was the only thing that felt acceptable for him right now. he was scared he'd lose you, the love of his life, all because he wasn't careful.

he had been practicing to control his cursed energy in different ways and had accidentally hit you with a huge energy boost. it didn't fully hit you, but it made a deep cut on the right side of your neck. and you were bleeding. you were bleeding a lot.

he stood next to you as you laid on the ground. he couldn't fully process what was happening, but soon enough his knees gave up and he fell down next to you.

curses are able to cry.

he had never cried before this, he never had any reasons to cry before this. but he was fully sobbing while looking down at your body. he could almost see the life bleeding out of you and he couldn't do anything about it.

then he remembered a thing or two.

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you felt a stinging pain on your neck as you woke up. you groaned and tried to sit up, but you were quickly stopped by a pair of hands.

"sukuna?"

"(name), you're alive," you heard him say.

"yeah, why wouldn't I be?" you asked. he stayed quiet. "sukuna.. what happened?"

he sighed before explaining the situation fully. "I'm really sorry for that, I swear I didn't try to hit you and I didn't do it on purpose, I feel really bad about it and to think that I almost killed the only person I truly love, I'm such a disappointment," he rambled.

you were speechless. the fact that he almost killed you was shocking enough but on top of that he also loved you.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what took over me. I was just.. thinking out loud and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-" he kept rambling but you cut him off by placing your hand on his cheek. he looked up at you, clearly surprised by your action.

"relax, you didn't make me uncomfortable. and I forgive you for, you know, almost killing me. and I love you too."

"wait what? you.. do you really?" he asked, clearly not believing his ears.

"more than anything."

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this is WAY worse than the last one omg I'm so sorry AAAAAAAA anyways, recommend characters you want me to do this with (if you want to see more characters w this prompt)

you can also recommend other stuff for me to write! :D

masterlist is on my profile but I haven't updated it in a while

[ladykailitha]

Sweet Home Indiana Part 8

I have finished the story (at long last! sheesh I can't believe how long this took me to get it done) and it has 10 chapters. And it has the happiest of endings. I couldn't stop smiling the whole time I was writing it.

Things appear hopeless, but Eddie and Chrissy start to find allies in their plight.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

****

Eddie woke up the next morning to a pounding head, an aching heart and signed divorce papers.

Of the three things the divorce papers were the worst.

So he did the only thing he could do in that moment, call Chrissy.

“Eddie!” she greeted. “I kinda expected a call before today. You know, being your fianceé and all.”

“Shit, Chris!” he murmured. “Is there someone there?”

She hummed her response.

“It been so hectic around here,” Eddie admitted. “And there was the fact that Steve wouldn’t give me a divorce.”

She sighed and he suddenly realized who was with her. “Come out here, tell them that we decided to have the wedding out here in Hawkins because that’s where all my family is. See if you can’t get an extension to plan the wedding.”

“Hold on, cher,” she murmured and put her hand over the speaker. He could hear her clearly but anything he said would be muffled.

Eddie stared down at the papers in his hand with a shattered heart. He could grieve once Chrissy’s dragon was slain.

A minute or so later she came back on.

“Okay, they’ve given me to the end of the month,” she said with a sigh of relief. “Just say the word and I’ll be down there in a flash.”

Eddie waited another moment or two before he said, “Are you alone now?”

Chrissy muttered, “One moment.” He heard the ding of the elevator door open and the sounds of a busy reception hall, then the sounds of a busy street.

She called for a taxi and once the door was closed behind her, she said, “All right, babe, what’s the problem.”

He opened his mouth to tell her but he just broke down.

“I–I thought I was happy in Seattle, but I’ve never felt more alive since coming back here. Seeing old friends, cruising familiar streets. It feels like home. When I first left I didn’t think there was anything in that town that would make me happy.” He let out a shuddering breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “I–I knew that the kids would all leave and they have. But Wayne is still here. Steve and Robin, too. The town has gotten softer. Something I never thought possible. I saw three same sex couples just vibing.”

He choked back a sob. “I thought everything I ever wanted was in Seattle and this trip was just about closing the doors that I left hanging open. Bu–but, oh god!” He threw his head back and covered his eyes. His lips quivered as the pain in his heart spread out through his chest. “Steve is still the one. I know, I know. I talk a lot of shit about love and there not being one person out there who’s your soulmate. but God, Chrissy. He’s it. I felt more myself the last three days then have the last five years.”

He let out another choking sob. “I don’t know what to do. He is like that first ray of sunlight after weeks of storms.”

“Oh, Eddie...” she cried.

“He signed the papers,” Eddie murmured. “And now I wish he hadn’t. I want to just tear up the papers and set fire to them. But I can’t do that to you. I won’t.”

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. Tell me what I can do and I’ll do it.”

He just sobbed and sobbed, forcing through the words that would tell her what he needed.

“Let me make a couple of phone calls, okay?” Chrissy said before hanging up.

Eddie murmured his thanks and then let her go. His brain went on autopilot and found himself on the pavement in front of the post office.

He stared at the mailbox in front of him in abject horror.

He had put the divorce papers in the mail and didn’t sign them himself.

****

Chrissy sighed. It was hard on Eddie she knew. He had spent the last decade running from himself and now he was face to face with the best parts of his past, not understanding why it felt so good.

She opened the file on Eddie’s divorce, the annulments had gone through just fine. It was just that one marriage.

She found what she was looking for and dialed the number.

“Sweetie’s Treats,” the female voice said in a faux cheerful customer service voice. “This is Robin what I can I get for you today?”

Chrissy took a deep breath and let out slow. “Hey, I’m Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie’s fianceé. I sorry, but I really need to talk to Steve.”

“Yeah...” Robin said. “No can do.”

Chrissy rubbed her her temple in frustration. “Eddie called me this morning in a hell of state and I just want to talk to Steve. It’s not anything bad, I guess I want to meet the person who has Eddie’s heart.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Robin said, “you can’t talk to him right now because he is working with the large stand mixer.”

Chrissy immediately pictured a KitchenAid mixer and huffed out her frustration. “Can’t he step away from it for a moment?”

“Sorry, no can do,” Robin said tersely. “He’s pouring in the sugar and has to put it in at specific intervals.”

Her temper was fraying with every passing moment with this woman. “Can I call his cellphone and you can hold it up to his ear?”

There was a bark of laughter. “That would also be a no. That thing has eaten three cellphones already and I’m not about to feed the beast another thanks.”

Chrissy blinked for a moment. “Just how big is this mixer anyway?”

This time the laughter was less bitter and more genuine.

“The size of a fifty gallon drum.”

“Oh!”

Robin cackled. “Yeah, when you have to make two hundred cookies, you aren’t going to be using a little electric hand mixer.”

“What kind of cookies?” she asked before she realized what was coming out of her mouth.

“Snickerdoodles,” she said, her grin evident even through the phone.

Chrissy shook her head. She was on a mission, damn it. She wouldn’t let let herself be distracted by baked goods!

“Okay,” she said, shoring herself up for a battle. “How about I talk to you and tell him what I said?”

“Sure,” Robin said. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know the girl who was the cause of Eddie’s bi awakening.”

Chrissy licked her lips slowly. “So about that...”

There was silence on the line long enough that she pulled the phone away to make sure the call was still connected.

“Are you his beard?” came the quiet reply. “Is this a lavender wedding?”

A little bell went off above Chrissy head. Oh. Maybe this wasn’t as hopeless as she thought.

“Yes,” she said, biting the bullet. “But not in the way you think.”

She could almost picture the head tilt of the bird on the other end of the line when Robin said, “Oh? Do tell.”

“Give me a second,” Chrissy said. “My taxi just pulled up to my apartment and I need to pay the driver.”

“Sure.”

Chrissy paid the man and hurried up to the stairs to her apartment, she fitted her keys into the lock and tossed her purse and keys on the table next to the door.

“So here’s the sitch,” she said flopping on her sofa with a heavy sigh.

****

Eddie opened the little door on the front with wide eyes. The door prevented people from sticking his hand in and grabbing it. He grabbed his hair.

“Fuck, fuck!” he cried. This day kept getting worse and worse. He opened the door again, hoping he could see a way to disable it.

He probably could, given the right tool. But as he was looking a little too closely another person walked by and eyed him suspiciously.

“Shit!” He looked down at himself and let loose a string of more colorful curse words.

Eddie looked like he was about to knock off the mailbox and make off with several felonies worth of someone else’s mail.

He was going to start crying again. He gripped his hair tightly as he paced back and forth.

He felt a hand on his elbow and he wasn’t be ashamed to say that the shriek that came out of him was the most emasculating sound in existence.

“Eddie,” Jonathan said. “Shit! I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Once Eddie had landed back on his feet like the scaredy-cat he was, he whirled around to see the oldest Byers boy looking at him with such concern.

“Hey, Johnny,” he breathed. “I’m sorry. God, today is the worst.”

Jonathan huffed a laugh. “You know, you are the only one I’ve ever met who doesn’t call me Jonathan.”

Eddie blushed. “I call everyone nicknames. I can stop if you want.”

Jonathan shook his head. “It was an observation, not a criticism.”

“Someone’s been hanging out with Nancy Wheeler a little too much,” Eddie huffed, already feeling better in the quiet presence of this man.

Jonathan threw his head back and laughed. “I hope so, we’re getting married next year.”

Eddie snapped his fingers. “That’s right. You did tell me that. Shit, man it feels like a life time ago.”

“You still love Steve, don’t you?” he said gently.

Eddie opened his mouth to deny it, but snapped it shut. He waved his hand at the mailbox. “It doesn’t matter. He signed the divorce papers, but my dumbass forgot to sign them too. So I need to get them back, but I don’t how.”

Jonathan smiled and then held up one finger. He went into the post office and five minutes later came out with his mom who carried the biggest key chain he’d ever seen.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Joyce greeted softly. “Let’s get this back for you.”

Eddie told her what it looked like and who it was addressed to.

After a little bit of searching, she turned around with the manilla envelope and handed it back to him.

“Next time,” she said with a smile. “Just come in and ask and we’ll be happy to grab it for you.”

Eddie nodded, clutching it to his chest and thanking her profusely. He took Jonathan out to lunch for the rescue.

They took it and sat on a park bench away from everyone else.

“Thanks for the gallant rescue, man,” Eddie said around his bite of his sandwich. “I was going to have a full blown breakdown right there on Hawkins Main and it wouldn’t have been pretty.”

“It’s no problem,” Jonathan said. “I’m glad it worked out.” He nodded to the papers on the table between them. “You going to sign them?”

Eddie let out a long sigh. “I have to.”

“You keep saying that,” he huffed. “But I don’t think you do. Shit, Eddie. I saw you and him at the carnival and it was like time travel. Like I was transported back a decade when you were both happy and free. He had his face buried in those stuff animals you’d won for him and you looked at him like he’d hung the moon.”

Eddie shook his head. “Look, you can’t tell anyone about this. It’s technically a crime. But it’s the only choice we have. Chrissy was here on a school visa from Barbados and she usually gets a work visa for the summer. Only there was a mix up and she didn’t get her work visa and her school visa is for while she’s at school. Which considering it was only for three months, I figured as long as she didn’t say anything to anyone, she could skate on through.”

“I’m guessing that’s not what happened?” Jonathan pressed. He took a bite of sandwich and nudged Eddie to eat.

Eddie took another bite, but really didn’t taste it. He choked it down around the bile in his throat. He shook his head.

“She works at a law firm,” he said mournfully. “Their HR department found out pretty much immediately. They, of course, alerted Immigration and was told to find another way to get a visa or be sent back to Barbados.”

“Hence getting the married?” Jonathan suggested.

He nodded. “We can’t let anyone know, because then we could get into trouble for fraud or whatever. I do love her, but not like that. Not like Steve.”

Jonathan huffed a laugh. He was silent for a moment and then shook his head sadly. “He went up to Seattle, you know.”

Eddie’s head snapped up. “What? When?”

“Right after you settled up there and started tattooing,” Jonathan said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “He was there for a week. I think he went up there to ask you to come home. But when he found you, he also found a large city and a friendly LGBTQ community and he just couldn’t bare to ask you to return to homophobic Hawkins.”

Eddie’s lip quivered. He hadn’t known. His head spun as his world tilted off its axis.

“When he came back, he couldn’t really tell Robin the truth,” Jonathan continued. “That he couldn’t get up the courage to even see you closer than through the windows of the shop. So he told her he couldn’t find you and then vowed to make something of himself. Something you could be proud of.”

Tears slipped down Eddie’s cheeks and he pressed his hand to his mouth to keep the whimper that tried to escape between his teeth.

“The bakery...” he murmured.

Jonathan nodded. “Him and Robin starting working there together like they always do, to help save up for her to go to college.”

Eddie smiled, a weak, wet, little thing, but it was there. Steve and Robin, two peas in a pod. They always worked together since the summer after Steve graduated and Robin was about to start her senior year. They had worked at an ice cream parlor in the mall. When it burned down just a couple of months later due to shoddy workmanship, they had forged a friendship in literal fire.

“They weren’t intending to make it a permanent thing,” Jonathan continued, breaking into his thoughts. “But Steve’s good. He took a shop that only barely keeping itself in the black and made it into the thriving thing you see today.”

Eddie nodded. He was proud of Steve. And Robin. And all the things they managed to succeed in doing.

Jonathan hugged him tightly. “I won’t say to stay here with Steve and leave your financée to her fate, because that would be cruel and for all your faults, man, you aren’t cruel. And neither am I.”

Eddie let out a shuddering breath. And then another.

“You’ll do the right thing,” Jonathan said. “You might not figure it out right away, but somehow you always manage to get to the right thing in the end.”

Eddie finished his sandwich and thanked him for everything. Just being there when he needed someone.

And as he drove away from the park he felt lighter than he had in years.

****

I realize that that's probably not how visas work, but I'm just gonna hand wave that away for the drama.

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[eevees-hobbies]

There’s so many babies at my job today and it’s driving me actually insane. Is it so wrong to want Togame to put a baby in me ?? He’d be a 10/10 baby daddy I’m just saying. His bag hands cradling a growing baby bump 🥺🤧 the baby fever is real and if I don’t expel it somehow it’s gonna eat my alive. Just thought you should know I’m struggling LMFAO

Author’s Note: It’s so funny that this is my first breeding kink write-up???? Because I totally expected it to be for Umemiya. 

Content Warning: Condom breaks, breeding, speaking about pregnancy and some aspects of it, the romanticization of pregnancy (I was a miserable pregnant person, but your mileage may vary), tis smut. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 1.1K

The first time the condom broke, Togame paused and sighed.

“Don’t move.”

A bold demand from someone who was in the middle of splitting you open from behind, with a large hand wrapped around your throat and cock kissing your cervix. 

“What’s wrong?” Your breathing is uneven, and the reprieve from his pounding into your cunt would be a welcome change if you weren’t so mind-numbingly intoxicated by getting used by him.

“Condom broke, babe. I gotta pull out.”

“No,” you whine, attempting to sway your hips to convince him to stay buried in your guts. His hands grab your shimmying waist and force you still.

“I’m serious! Just pull it off and get back to work, Jo.”

He chuckles, pulling out of you and peeling off the condom. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He’s trying his best to remain jovial, but his chest tightens at the thought of something he hasn’t told you yet: he desperately wants to start a family with you. 

Since the day you two met, he had known you were special, and every day and every moment he spends with you solidifies that fact. But you’ve yet to bring it up, and he didn’t want to be the first to broach the conversation. 

“I mean, would it be so bad, Jo?”

He suddenly pulls away—as though you’ve said something violent, distancing himself to the extent that you’re still on the bed, and he is towering over you with his feet firmly planted on the floor. 

“What did you say?”

You take his sudden change in demeanor and positioning to mean he isn’t too happy with your comment, but you turn to face him nonetheless. You squeeze and roll your hands in your lap in a sudden fit of nervousness and vulnerability because it doesn’t matter how strong of a person you are; hearing that the person you love doesn’t want to have a baby with you hurts.

“…would it be so..bad?” You look up at him, your words meek and almost a whisper.

Togame lets out a heavy breath, his face and eyes softening in a way that puts you at ease. He kneels in front of you, laying his head in your lap. 

“You’re so much stronger than me. Always have been…”

You laugh nervously and stroke his dark hair, “You better explain yourself because you’re giving me whiplash.”

You feel moisture on your thigh, and as you look down, Togame wipes his face with the back of his arm. 

“Sorry, baby. Don’t mean to turn on the waterworks. I’m just…happy. There’s nothing I want more than to be a dad to our kids.”

“Kids?” You laugh, placing a heavy emphasis on the ‘s.’

He finally looks up at you with unadulterated love churning in his emerald eyes, “Give me at least three kids that look like you, and I’d be the happiest man alive.”

You gently push him back and crawl backward onto the bed, “I’ll consider it, but let’s start with one for now.”

“Yeah?” strong hands grip your ankles, pulling you back to him so your lower half is hanging off the bed as he rests himself snuggly in between your thighs. His dick feels harder than it was before; it’s leaking like a fountain as though its new vigor was brought on for the mere purpose of breeding you and making you a mother. 

He presses his thumb against your lips and watches as you lick the pad of his thumb and then take the digit into your wet mouth. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“Togame, I want you to make me a mommy. Put a baby in me.”

He groans and removes his saliva-coated thumb from your mouth to pinch and pull at your nipple.

“Woman, you won’t be able to keep me off ya if you keep talking like that.”

“Isn’t that..the point?” You smile innocently as you reach between you, gripping his cock and guiding the head back to your entrance. 

As if thanking you for your help, Togame leans forward, stretching you full of him again. “I think I may be really into the idea of you being pregnant.” 

Your eyes become half-lidded as you take him and his words in. “You pervert. You trying to tell me you have a breeding fetish?”

“I have a ‘you’ fetish,” he leans down and kisses you, his tongue immediately sliding into your mouth as his hips roll slowly into yours, burying so deeply into you that you have to dig your nails into his arms to feel anchored.

And Togame usually makes love to you in a way that makes you feel special, but tonight it feels particularly doting as he entwines his fingers in yours, giving gentle squeezes every time he feels your walls pulse.

“That’s my girl. Just like that, baby. Keep taking me so well.”

With each thrust and syllable leaving his lips, you imagine carrying Jo Togame’s child; your head swims with arousal at the thought of him kissing your stomach on days in which you feel so exhausted from sustaining an additional life, him holding your hand as you bring your babies into this world and then how fatherhood would look so good on him. All at once, you’re experiencing idolization and arousal for the man that you’re going to make a father.

“So proud of you. I want you to cum. Can you do that for me? I want you to feel good before I fill you up.”

Long fingers rub at your clit, not faltering even as you arch your back, even as you moan his name, and even when he feels like he’s on the brink of his release. What matters to Togame is that you reach the height of your pleasure before he does.

His mouth only breaks away from yours to dip his head lower and capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking hungrily as if he can imagine the reality in which your breasts are full and heavy.

You arch your back, earning a muffled moan from his breast-filled mouth as his rubbing of your clit and deep strokes have your toes curling and clenching around him in what not only feels heavenly to you both but also feels soul-connecting. Togame follows soon after, his head resting in the valley of your breasts as he lets out a low, breathy moan.

Your intuition about Togame being a good father is correct, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We should give credit where credit is due. Togame dotes on you early in your pregnancy; he meets every need you have before you can utter a word. 

When you’re experiencing morning sickness, he’s holding your hair and whispering how good of a job you’re doing. When your cravings kick in, he’s supplying you with everything and keeping your cupboard stocked. Most importantly, when your eyes begin to scrutinize your changing body, he wraps his arms around you and supplies you with all the praise you could ever desire.

He’s a good dad, too, but that’s a fluff piece for another day.

@taytebby DELIVERY!

[myysaints]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ REAL OR NO? ─ YUKI TSUNODA

... (PART TWO)

YUKI TSUNODA x f!japanese!kpop idol!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you’ve known yuki tsunoda all your life, but the world doesn’t know that. so when your relationship is accidentally called into the spotlight, fans understandably freak out – after all, who thought that these two worlds would collide?

genre — social media au, fc: sakura from le sserafim

notes — part two is here!!! the tumblr 30 or wtv image limit is so annoying, it's the whole reason why i had to split the fic over two parts 😭 the link to part one is here if you haven't read it! hope u enjoy xx

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yourusername  very much real ❤️

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yukitsunoda0511  愛してる (I love you) ❤️

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yukitsunoda0511  I’ve known Y/N almost my whole life. We grew up together, she lived across the road from me. From the moment I met her I knew she was going to be a very special person in my life. Little did 5 year old me know that she would become the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with! Y/N, you have made me the happiest person alive. I’m so proud of you and how far we have both come. I can’t believe I’ve gotten to be the one you call home for almost 8 years now. I love you no matter how near or far you are, how early or late in the day it is for me, how happy or sad you are. Seeing you perform is the most magical thing, and I hope that I can bring the same happiness when I win in Suzuka again next year 😁 I know i say this all the time when I’m with you, but I can’t help it - 愛してる. I love you. 사랑해. Thankyou for making me the happiest me possible ❤️

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[gojofavho3]

Hi there i have a little Gojo req in mind; Gojo x male reader but reader is like,, taller than him, bigger yk? maybe a bit buffer, arms big enough to throw Gojo over his shoulder hehe. Maybe Gojo is infatuated by the idea of climbing on top of Reader and absolutely WRECKING himself on him 😍 alright okay that got out of hand i hope thats okay but ofc if not i understand and you can just ignore this req, but if you DO do the fic then i am FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT 🙏🏼

Heyyyyy, thanks for the request!!! Sorry to keep you waiting, I had a math test, so I had to put all my focus on that, and that shit was so easy mann

A/n: It probably won't be long, trying to discover other types of writing tbh, because my writing in English is not as good as my Portuguese yk? And dyslexic also doesn't help a lot

There aren't many people who are taller than gojo, At least that he knows personally

gojo is 1.90 centimeters tall, any taller than that you will have to bend down at doors

When you two started dating, he was the happiest man alive, there's is not much people close to him that live so long so, he tries his hardest to protect you and make u become more and more happy every day of your relationship

He just loves you too much

He lets you do anything with him, first time you put him in your shoulders he was surprised. he didn't know what to say or what to do, he was blushing so bad that even a rose couldn't be that red, he was caught off guard not using infinity. Eventually, he got used to and sometimes he doesn't use infinity so you can grab him and put him in your shoulders

He also loves the warmth of your body, especially when it comes to cuddling, he won't leave you alone, not even for one second. You being bigger then him and probably with a bigger chest, he will put his cheek on your chest and rub his cheek against your chest, very close to your nipples, all his problems in the world almost fade away in that state

And thats one of the reasons you have the so called the "strongest" on your dick rn!

" Satoru gojo desperate for a dick so bad. who would imagine?

The so "strongest!"... strongest hoe that's for sure "

The white hair has his cheeks red, red and red, he was on top of you, some of his sweat going to your stomach and pre cum too

In this angle the white moon made him look glorious, the shadow makes his blue eyes glowing like the stars.

It was a dark night, and a cold one too! With autumn the winds start to get stronger and stronger

And what's more warm to made two body's sweat than sex?

"c-can't you he-help me a little ah-awh!"

" nopee! You tied my hands, your the one who wanted so bad to do it alone "

Your hand points to your hands, tied up to the bed by Satoru with one of his blindfolds

He pouts, but continues to go up and down on your fat cook

Every time he goes down he lets out a moan and whimpers, closing his eyes shut tight with his head looking up

Up Up Up Up Up

Down Down Down down down

He goes down and sucks your nipples until it becomes red and purple, he loves hearing you whimpering and creaming, he could feel you getting more close in the seconds

Sometimes he letted it leave his hole put he slip it back again, with the most care in the world

He stopped sucking it and goes to your face, giving you a honest smile, with his eyes close, and then giving you silly kisses that he knew you loved

Satoru could feel your cheeks being heated as he played with them, like a granny, making you made silly faces too.

"why are you making my face look silly in the middle of fucking?"

"b-because..."

"because..?"

"because I cann! W-Why~~? Wanted me to slap them?? Agwh!.."

"no sir!"

You says Ironically as he stops after a while and continues to bounce on your dick

His ass cheeks slapping with your lower part, making the clap sound over and over

You could feel he was cumming, you could feel how tight his hole was becoming and the sounds he was madding becoming more loud

" c-ca-can I I cum.. mhm! "

" n-no need to ask, jus come, I'm also close..."

You say already feeling your cum starting to leave your cook

Up Up Up Up Up Up upupuupupupup-

Downdowndowndowndowndowndown-

Splash!

White

Everywhere

You two were heavily breathing, with white splashed on your stomach and the covers

He falls in your chest, cum dripping down on his hole going to your cook and traveling to the covers

His hair is all messed up like yours

He kisses you, a kiss really heated out, until you two become with almost no air, painted out

" d-did... did you g-get warm...? "

Satoru nods as he can't talk yet

" good.. "

You say finally taking your hands of his blindfold, going immediately to his ass, slapping with all your strength, making his ass red as fuckkk, letting it jiggle, yes, he has some cake there

He whines and lets out a loud moan that even your neighbours could hear

He had a confused and hot look on his face as he puts his hand in his hair wires, messing it more

"w-why..??"

" to get you ready for round 2

It's good that you warm but! This shit ain't over love!! "

Hope u like it! And now your in debt with me 😈

Kidding

This was funny to write

I don't understand people who say the moon is yellow, like the only colour I see is white there

And for knowledge, I'm not colour blind, I think

And now, I'll farm for sampo, my big titties man 😋💖

See you, till next time!

@heart-lovees

[iovetecchou]

Oblivious.

Part 4.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings… Jouno Saigiku x Reader and Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Contains… fluff. (between reader and Tecchou mostly) smut. fingering, oral sex (f), virgin!reader, aphrodisiacs (reader), hence there being- dubious consent (?), wet & messy, premature ejaculation, light teasing, begging, mild dirty talk, possessive!jouno, also gentle!jouno… one use of “good girl”

AFAB Reader she/they pronouns used.

3,975 words.

trust me, the aphrodisiac part will make sense! i hope you all enjoy where this story is going, leave any comments or suggestions if you’d like too! (:

You and Tecchou ended up falling asleep during the movie last night. Your head against his shoulder, and his resting on top of your own. Tecchou stirred awake around three in the morning, blinking the tiredness from his eyes before looking over to you at his side. You were still resting peacefully, breathing softly and leaving a small puddle of drool against his collarbone. It seeped through the fabric of his shirt slightly. Adorable. Tecchou thought to himself. You were so endearing to him, as he looked at you, warmth bloomed throughout his chest. Ah, he wanted you all for himself. To protect you from harm's way and make you the happiest person alive.

Tecchou gathered his mushy thoughts before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss atop your forehead. He got up slowly making sure not to wake you in the process before scooping you up into his arms bridal style. Slowly tip-toeing to your bedroom. He almost tripped on the way there because he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking. Only taking in your peaceful expression as you slept. Tecchou tucked you in before leaving one last chaste kiss on your cheek. Making sure to leave you a note before taking his leave.

The next morning you woke up feeling… confused. Wait. So it was just a dream after all… you groaned. Bringing your hand up over your face, shaking your head back in forth in disbelief. God your imagination was playing dirty tricks on you. Having you believe Tecchou reciprocated your feelings and well… jerked off in your bathroom to the thought of you. Yeah, too good to be true. You thought, before stepping out of bed. Heading right to the kitchen for some coffee. It was a peaceful Saturday morning, the sun glimmering through your living room windows. Illuminating a warm natural light.

As you shuffle over to your countertop, you notice a piece of paper attached to your fridge, weird. You thought, reaching out for the note and scanning over it quickly. Your blood ran cold in your veins. It was real. Everything you assumed your mind made up really happened last night. The note was from Tecchou, it read:

“Sorry for sneaking out. I didn’t want to wake you. Try to get lots of rest this weekend, I’ll see you on Monday y/n.”

—Tecchou :)

Your heart was beating a mile a minute. The little smiley face- ugh! Your heart couldn’t take how adorable he was. You hoped this weekend flew by so you could see him again. And sure enough, it did.

You wanted to pack Tecchou a lunch today, waking up at 4:30 in the morning just to make sure it was perfect. It was made with all of his favorite food combinations, shichimi sauce and strawberries, white rice and sugar, and sauce for noodles on yokan. Ah, shit, it was already 5:45, you needed to be at work by six. You hurriedly packed your lunch and Tecchou's, along with other important things you needed for work, laced up your boots, and headed out.

The second you arrived, you were met with Jouno, clipboard in hand, and steadily approaching where you stood. “Good morning Jouno! Have you seen Tecchou? I have something id like to give him!”

Jouno tried to hide his grimace with the clipboard. Fuck, this is the moment he was dreading. Hearing your heartbeat skip when you said Tecchou’s name. He assumed you two fucked all weekend and were now a happy couple. Revolting. “He’s not here Y/n. Fukuchi stole him earlier his morning for some confidential mission. But you and I have to leave immediately. We're on a mission together, I'll fill you in on the way over.” Jouno stealthily wrapped his arm around your shoulders, towering next to your frame before leading you right back out the doors of HQ and into a cab that was waiting out front for you both.

Apparently, there was a masked assailant terrorizing a hotel stationed right outside Yokohama. He was an ability user, able to concentrate his ability into this poison he used to coat his dagger with. He would kidnap his victims and slice them with said blade, causing severe and instant effects. What symptoms you might ask? Well, his poison acted as an aphrodisiac but with a twist. If the victim didn’t copulate within the first fifteen minutes of the poison coursing through their veins, they would die. Essentially, there had to be some from of release, that was the only antidote. Oh yeah, and this wasn’t an ordinary hotel. It was a love hotel. Great, this mission was going to be a pain in the ass for both you and your partner Jouno.

As you arrived at the scene, stepping foot inside the hotel, Jouno scoffed loudly and covered his nose quite dramatically if you must add. “Christ, It fucking reeks of sweat and sex in here. I might actually vomit.” You sympathetically patted his back, making him jolt up straight. You giggled softly before saying, “Don’t worry Jouno! I have a barf bag in my backpack if you need it. I always carry it around for you in case of missions like this, that affect your senses! Just let me know when it gets unbearable for you, kay Jouno?” You smiled to yourself, knowing he wouldn't be able to see it anyways, you kept your eyes forward, scanning for any suspicious activity. Fuck, you’re so kind. It made his head spin. Did you really keep it in your bag for him? Ah, you’ll surely be the death of him, your light giggles like music to his ears. And your small hand that came in contact with his back? Pure bliss. He could still feel the warmth of your palm, slowly subsiding with each passing second. It made him feel all swirly inside.

“Let's just get this mission over with. I'm already irritated and we only just got here. I have a feeling this is going to be a long day.” He dramatically sighed once more before continuing. “They always assign me to these bullshit missions. Come now Y/n, let's scope the surrounding area. Just don’t do anything to stand out.” You nod before thinking it might be best if you just respond with words, for Jouno’s sake. “Got it, maybe we should start in the common room. From your report, it seems as though most of the attacks start there.” He lets out a sound of agreement before making a beeline for the common room, you following behind him closely. Damn, the putrid aroma is dulling his sense of smell. How would he ever be able to sniff out the poison like this?

“Y/n, my sense of smell is compromised at the moment. Stay on your toes, the perpetrator must be close by.” You give him a small ‘okay’ before scanning the room carefully. If Jouno was your ears, then you had to be his eyes. You always took your missions very seriously, and this one gave you a bad feeling right away. Something was off. As you both continued observing the area, you suddenly felt something sharp graze the back of your neck. Wincing at the pain, you quickly brought a hand up to nurse your wound before turning around. Jouno heard your pained sound. He was next to you in an instant, hearing the blood trickle down your neck. “Y/n are you alright? What happen—“ Jouno was cut off by an irritatingly loud laugh, whipping his head in the direction of the intrusive sound. “Jouno, it’s him the masked man. I didn’t feel him come up behind me, I’m sorry for being so careless….” you said, quietly and clearly, feeling guilty for compromising this mission so quickly.

“We don’t have time for this right now y/n. I'm going after him, just stay here for a second. That's an order.” You grab his forearm before he can make his exit after the masked vigilante that was getting away before you spoke. “B-but Jouno, the report said if the poisoned individual didn’t… have s-sex within fifteen minutes they would die… and I’m starting to feel a little… weird. Jouno, what should I do? I… don’t want to die like t-this.” You said, shifting your gaze and squeezing your legs together tightly. The poison was in full effect. Making you heat up, and you could feel your heart pounding. Pussy throbbing in your panties as you started to drip down your thighs.

Shit. He could smell your intoxicating arousal again. Becoming nose blind to every other sent except your own. His face became flushed. That piece of intel almost slipped his mind. This mission really was bullshit. Jouno thought before saying, “Well, it's not like your boyfriend will make it over here in fifteen minutes. Tecchou is on the other side of town. He’ll never make it.” You froze in place at his words, “B-boyfriend? Y-you think Tecchou is m-my… no Jouno-you have it all wrong, we’re not d-dating…” not yet, at least. Jouno’s eyebrows raised, mouth slightly parting in confusion. What? Did you two really not fuck then…? That idiot Tecchou. He really didn’t know a good thing even when it was right in front of him. “Oh, my mistake Y/n…” he paused, bringing his hand up, resting it on his chin trying to come up with a solution to this fucked up predicament. Before it clicked.

“Y/n follow me, quickly. We don’t have much time.” He clasped your hand in his. Exiting the common room and dragging you up the hotel steps. He slipped you both into a vacant room, after stealthily taking the housekeeper's master key card. Making quick work of swiping the card through the slot, putting the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob before closing it swiftly. You were stumbling all around the room. Before finding the bed, and sitting on the edge of it. Clenching and unclenching your thighs. Looking for some kind of friction or relief. The poison was working fast, you had no idea how many minutes it had been since you were cut, the blood had already dried up on your neck and you feared you would really die like this. “J-jouno, I feel weird… it's so hot in here… Jouno, are you hot too?” Oh, he was hot alright. But not because of the fucking stale hotel room air. He was burning up inside reeling from this whole situation. Mission failed obviously, and you were poisoned with an aphrodisiac giving you about twelve more minutes before you would be dead. Unless you—.

Oh,

Oh.

This was too good actually. Jouno tried to hide his signature sadistic grin. So, you and Tecchou weren’t dating, Which lead him to believe you didn’t fuck, and now… both you and him were alone in a love hotel, with an aphrodisiac coursing through your veins. And the antidote? Well, you know where this goes next.

“It's okay Y/n, let me help you. We need to get rid of the poison. Immediately.” Jouno said calmly, a little too relaxed for this whole situation you would have noted if your mind wasn’t displaced by sexual desire and the need for release. “Please Jouno, please help me. I n-need to cum, I'm throbbing s-so much down there. It hurts Jouno!” Fuck he was so hard already. your pleas for him were driving him mad. This was the best case scenario. For Jouno. His chance to win you over and make you his. Oh, he’s going to make you forget all about Tecchou.

Jouno moved so he was standing in between your thighs. You were still seated on the foot of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. Jouno bit the tips of his gloved fingers, pulling them off his digits one by one, and fuck, did you just- bite your lip and whine at the sight of him doing so? Oh my god, what the hell is happening- you never thought of Jouno in this way before. Maybe it was the poison, you reasoned. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the feeling of Jouno's bare hands rubbing up and down the length of your thighs. Dipping his fingers under the hem of your skirt each time he did. You moaned at the skin on skin contact, it wasn’t enough. You needed more, but there was just one small problem.

“J-jouno wait- im- I’ve never- Jouno, I’m a v-virgin!”

You could have sworn you saw his eyes open for a split second. Getting a glimpse of his glassed over eyes before they closed once more. His cock throbbed in his pants at your confession, the need to corrupt you taking over every one of his thoughts before your words brought him back to reality.

“J-jouno I don’t want my first time to be like t-this… I’ve been f-fingered before, b-but that's about as far as I’ve gone sexually on myself w-with another person… is there any way that’ll do? The report s-said a release was the antidote… c-can we try?” Oh, you’re so precious. He would do anything you asked of him, silly y/n. Jouno thought. He smiled at you before saying, “Of course my dear Y/N. I’ll go as far as you’d like.” You nodded, not present enough to give a worded response to him.

Eight minutes left.

God, he wanted to savor this moment but that wasn’t possible right now. It was quite literally life and death.

Jouno gently pushed you backward, laying you flat against the bed before letting his hands travel up your thighs once more, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs. Bundling the article of clothing in his hand and stuffing them in his back pocket for a later date. He flipped the hem of your skirt up, exposing your bare cunt. You were honestly relieved Jouno wasn’t able to see you like this. Feeling ashamed of the state you were in. You whined as Jouno pulled your thighs apart. Exposing you even further before letting his lithe fingers travel down to your pussy. His breath hitched as he dragged his index and pointer finger up the length of your drooling cunt. You let out a breathy whine at the contact as well. Making Jouno's dick twitch in his pants.

You were so warm, and wet. He never imagined he would be able to feel you like this. After Friday night, all his hopes for you to be his went out the window. But now, things were different. He was granted this opportunity, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste the way stupid Tecchou did. his loss. Jouno's gain. Jouno experimentally prodded at your clit. Giving slow, featherlight circles against the throbbing bud with his thumb. You lost it. Hips lifting high off the bed as you let out a high pitched moan, fuck he was going to lose all his remaining sanity if you kept it up like this. “Now, now y/n. you must behave. That is unless you want me to punish you, sweetheart.” There was no hiding his wide smirk at this point, he was too lost in this moment with you to care anyways. You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes. You didn’t want to be teased right now. You needed to cum, and fast. More. You needed more.

“P-please Jouno, I'll be a good girl I promise! J-just put your fingers in me already! Please I can’t take any teasing right now, Saigiku.”

You called him by his first name.

And it sounded so fucking delicious rolling off your tongue in such an obscene manner. Fuck he nearly made a mess in his pants at your words. But who was he to deny his precious y/n when they asked so nicely for release? And you only have five minutes left so he really needed to hurry this along, much to his displeasure.

But if you came out of this alive, he’s sure you would both have more opportunities to explore one another sexually. Maybe you would even grant him the privilege of taking your virginity.

God, he hoped for that.

Wasting no more time, he dipped his index finger into you slowly, not wanting to hurt you in any way. And the sultry moan that escaped your lips had a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Fuck. He brought his other hand up to hold your pelvis down so you wouldn’t squirm. Thumbing over your clit with the same hand in the meantime. Oh, fuck it felt so good. You hadn’t been fingered like this in… you can’t even remember how long but, it felt extraordinary. You tried to keep your hips flat against the bed, gently rocking forward into Jouno's hand, asking for more friction like this. He picked up on your cue, adding his ring finger alongside his other one before pumping them in and out of you, relentlessly.

Your tears were spilling down your cheeks now as you whimpered and whined, letting small praises of ‘fuck so good’ and ‘just like that’ slip past your lips, making Jouno fall on his knees in front of you. His face is now directly at your pussy, his breath hitting your swollen bud. Making you jolt forward and squeeze around his digits even tighter than you already were. Oh, he liked that. Too much. He wanted to make you do that again. So, he brought his face closer to your dripping cunt letting his tongue experimentally kitten lick your clit. At this, you jolted up completely. Looking at the scene in front of you for the first time since Jouno pushed you down against the mattress. The sight alone had you clenching around his digits once more.

His hat was on the floor next to him, it must have slipped off his head at some point. His face was flushed, seeing Jouno down on his knees… did something to you. He was always the one to bring others down like this. At his mercy. But to see him knocked down to this level, for you? Ah, it made something swirl inside your chest. You could see his erection poking at the front of his trousers, leaving a slight wet spot. Fuck he was getting off to this? Why did you find that to be so hot? It must have been the poison, you reasoned before moving your gaze upwards taking in the expression on his face once more. Jouno’s cheeks were flushed and lips were parted as he held his face in front of your pussy. He paused his actions when he felt you jolt forward. Cursing himself for going too far. You had said only fingering. Shit, he fucked up— he thought. Before your words erased all those doubts from his head in an instant. “Saigiku, do that again. Please, please do that again. I'm so close baby don’t stop!”

Baby?

The endearing pet name made his brain short circut. Cock twitching and leaking more pre in his underwear, his thighs squeezing together beneath you for some sort of friction. Feeling his desires bubble up further.

Three minutes.

Wasting no more precious time, Jouno began lapping at your bud at a relentless pace. Flicking your clit, gently grazing it with his teeth like a man starved. You were a sobbing mess, hiccuping as the tears continued streaming down your cheeks. His fingers were pumping in and out of you with so much vigor too, curling upwards and pushing in deep. Rubbing against your sweet spot just right. You moaned, hand coming down to fist his locks, pulling him deeper into your cunt. And he fucking loves it. His senses were overloaded by you, your smell, your taste, your touch. Fuck he was about to cum in his pants, but he could genuinely care less at this point. Too lost in the intimacy he had with you right now.

Two minutes.

“Harder! Faster baby I'm gonna cum, ah Saigiku don’t fucking stop!” You shouted, not caring if the other patrons could hear you. It was a love hotel anyways so, tough. He obliged, curling and uncurling his fingers inside of you, pressing so nicely into that spongy spot inside of you as his fingers moved at an ungodly pace. Tounge slobbering all over your clit. He’s so drunk off of your pussy. Normally, any sort of mess or dirty feeling would stress him the fuck out. But when it came to you? Those ideals went right out the window. He would quite literally kill for you.

One minute.

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, hard. That's all it took for you to fumble over the edge, screaming his name as you gushed all over his fingers. “Saigiku! m’cumming ah—!” He continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, lips pulling away from your clit so he can move his face down to your hole. You’re squirting all over his fingers, and he’s lapping up everything he can catch with his tongue. Fuck. He whines, biting his lip hard now. As to not let any other noises slip past. Dick twitching as he came in his underwear. Still throbbing from the aftershocks of pleasure. Jouno’s fingers slowed down, before taking his sweet time pulling his lithe digits out of your hole. Already missing the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly. Wondering what your hot wet walls would feel like wrapped around his cock instead.

Jouno stood up before climbing on top of the bed, leaning over you. You’re watching him intently. His face is dangerously close. Is he about to kiss you? Your heart skips a beat and Jouno can’t believe it. He’s only ever heard your body react that way for Tecchou. He pulled back slightly a little shocked by his secret discovery, before smiling down at you. No, not his award winning grin, a soft gentle smile. A genuine one. He leans back down to your face, lips ghosting over your own, feeling his breath fan over you. You can smell yourself on his lips. Closing your eyes, expecting to feel them on yours but it never comes. Instead, you feel something warm and wet...? against your cheek. Your eyes flash open to see Jouno, licking away your tears. He groaned at the salty taste. Savoring the mix of your tears and arousal on his taste buds. Fuck why was that so hot. Wait— the aphrodisiac wore off right? The… ‘antidote’ worked did it not? I mean, you’re still alive. And your fifteen minutes were way past due. So why… why did you still feel this way towards Jouno? Maybe there were some lingering effects, you reasoned. I mean there wasn’t enough research on it, right…?

Jouno crawls off from on top of you. Planting his feet back on the floor before moving his hands to flip the hem of your skirt back down. Smoothing it into place before excusing himself to the bathroom without another word. You just sat there dazed and quite frankly still reeling from the events that had transpired… also, where were your panties…?Whatever, you always come prepared. I’m sure I tossed a spare in my backpack. As you get up to go check, you hear the bathroom door click open. Jouno looks like his normal self again, aside from the obvious wet spot on the front of his trousers. He came from fingering you and eating you out? Fuck that's so sexy— y/n, stop! Why are you thinking this way…?! You love Tecchou and Tecchou alone. You always have, so why now? Why were you beginning to see Jouno in a different light? Ah, your head was still spinning from all the excitement. You probably just needed a nap and a drink.

“Go back to headquarters y/n. I’m going to track that fucker down and torture him. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, I’ll be back before sundown…” He said. Making quick, long strides over to where you were standing. Coming face to face with you before leaning down and whispering in your ear. “Oh, and y/n, might I say, you sound so precious when you cum… I didn’t take you for a squirter. I’m hoping I’ll get to hear your beautiful voice screaming my name in the near future, under better circumstances.” With that, Jouno made a complete 180 before taking his leave. Leaving you in this crummy hotel room alone with your thoughts. Your face was so red at his words. No one has ever been so bold with you like that and it made your belly swirl with warmth once more, but this time under no effect of an aphrodisiac, no this felt like your usual arousal.

Shit.

i really like how this chapter came out! i know it’s kind of plot heavy in the beginning but i hope the smutty scene made up for it!

taglist: @coco-goat-milk @madelynwolff @tecchoufr @saharei

[alex-rambles]

HII can I request a yandere bill cipher x reader oneshot when its weirdmageddon and the reader is kidnapped and just more of what they're doing in their pyramid. Sorry if it's a little confusing I tried to word it as best as I could 😅

YES. I GOT DRAGGED BACK INTO MY BILL SIMP PHASE.

He's pissed, you can tell.

The question is, what about? Did you do something? No, that's impossible, you've been stuck in one room for... how long, now? A few days, at least.

He finally appears in 'your' room, muttering to himself as he floats above 'your' bed.

"Sunspot, help me out. How does one go about breaking someone like Sixer?"

You do your best to ignore him.

"Are you deaf? I asked you a question!"

Bill rolls his eye and pokes you repeatedly. "Answer. Me."

"Shut up," you finally hiss at him. "I'm not an all-knowing demon. Breaking people is your department, not mine!"

"You're lucky I like you."

"Am I? I'd rather be a piece of stone on your throne than where I am!"

"Oh, no, no, no. If I didn't like you, I'd tear you apart, atom by atom. I digress, how does one break that man? He won't respond to torture! And I need that equation, sunspot! Then we can rule the world!"

You scoff. "What if I don't want to rule the world? Did you ever think of that?"

He probably didn't. He's too caught up in his little fantasy world to consider what the object of his obsession even wants.

His answer surprises you. "Of course I did! But you underestimate the way power gets to the head! Sureeee, you aren't interested now, but give it a bit, once you get a taste of real power-"

"For an all-knowing entity, you're a fool."

His eye narrows. He messes with his bowtie, clearly doing his best to restrain himself. "Is that so?"

"Absolutely! You're a selfish prick! You claim to love me, but you obviously don't even know how to treat the one you love! You're stuck in your stupid power fantasy! Get over yourself!"

Bill actually appears... hurt. That's new. You've thrown many, many insults at him, but he always laughed it off.

"Can you cut it out? I'm trying, you know that? I've done everything to make you comfortable! Keep your fragile human body functioning! Make you happy!"

"No! You're not! You're isolating me! I'm the opposite of happy! You're trying to force me into what I don't want!"

You scowl at him. "I hate you! I hope that Ford kills you! I hope that you have to watch everything you worked for get ripped away!"

For the first time, his voice turns quiet.

"Well, sunspot... Didn't know ya felt that way. I'm trying to make you happy. I promise, you'll learn to like it."

"I will kill myself before that," you spit.

With that, he crumbles.

"Nononono, you can't do that! I will not allow that! If you die, what will I have?"

"What, is world domination not enough? You're not just selfish, you're a greedy fuck."

You haven't really let your emotions run loose yet. But in this moment, something inside you just snapped. Whether it was the isolation, or just Bill being Bill, you don't know.

All you know is that Bill is upset, and it brings you some twisted form of joy.

"All humans die, Bill! I'd die eventually even if I don't off myself purposely!"

Well clearly, that's something he didn't want to even consider.

"NO! You won't die...! I won't let that happen...!"

You sneer and place your finger on his middle area. "Oh, I very much will. And I'll be the happiest person alive. Free from you and your madness."

Bill regains his composure. "You won't. I will absolutely never let you die. I like you too much to let you die. You're the only fleshbag I can genuinely say I like, and I refuse to lose that."

"Selfish bastard."

"Stop calling me names, you hear me? I hate that!"

"Oh my god! I hate being stuck with you, but I evidently can't do jack shit about it...! Sometimes, we just have to roll with what happens!"

Bill merely clasps his hands behind his back. "Clearly we both need space," he says calmly, as if his previous freakout didn't happen. "I'll give you a day, then we'll talk."

You collapse onto 'your' bed as he warps out of the room.

Absolutely unbearable.

P2

[jeneseoquoi]

nct 127 | maknae line + fluff

♡ fluffy scenarios with our chil maknaes ♡

(note: this is part two to the random fluff i posted with the hyung line last week. hope you enjoy. not as long as the other post, at least i don’t think, but most is still under the cut.)

jaehyun: you giggled, pecking his nose for the third time. you knew he was awake, but he refused to open his eyes, opting to pull you even further into him.

“we’re eventually going to have to get up, you know.” you say eliciting a groan from him.

“just ten more minutes.” he grumbled.

the thing is he already said that over thirty minutes ago. you laughed, knowing that when you tried to get him to get up again in the next ten minutes, he would just tell you the same thing. it was the first time ever that you had spent the night at jae’s house, and if anyone had told you that the same person who seduced you to go home with him after your first date, would be this same clingy cutie in the morning, you would’ve laughed. yet here you were, wrapped tightly in his arms, wondering if but hoping he wouldn’t let you go anytime soon. you softly stroked his hair, trying to pass the time, but it wasn’t long before you drifted off back to sleep. when you woke up, jaehyun was no longer in the bed. you could hear water running in the bathroom and thought to yourself that maybe he was finally ready for you to go home. you climbed out of his bed, searching for the clothes you wore to your date scattered on the floor.

“going somewhere?” you heard a deep, still groggy voice ask.

you panicked, standing straight up. “well…i wasn’t sure if maybe…”

he gave you a confused look, before climbing back into his bed and opening his arms. “you don’t have to go, you know. unless you want to.”

you stuttered this time, “are you sure?”

he shook his head, laughing shortly, “are you really gonna force me to ask you to stay?”

you smiled down at him, shaking your head no, before putting down your clothes and snuggling back into his warm, comfy arms. 

jungwoo: you weren’t really much of a shopaholic, but your boyfriend insisted on going to mall for a shopping spree on a random saturday morning. hand in hand, you walked up and down, in and out of the dozens of stores in the mall. jungwoo kept picking out outfits and shoes for you to try on and buying every single one of the ones you (and he) liked. you guys stopped in the food court for a little break, and you couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling in your chest seeing just how happy he looked getting to spend time with you doing normal couple things.

“are you having a good time?” you ask, taking a fry from the basket you guys were sharing.

he nods, biting into his sandwich, “of course. i love getting to spend time with you.”

you laugh, “you know we could’ve spent time at home together.”

“yeah but, i wanted to spoil you for a change.” he shrugged.

and spoiling you he was. you guys finished your food, heading toward the exit of the mall with all your shopping bags before he stops you.

“let’s go in here really quick.” he points toward a small, but luxury looking jewelry store. you follow him in as you guys browse around the shop. it was then that you saw the prettiest ring you’d ever seen in your life. he noticed you stopped, following your gaze to where it stopped.

he smiled to himself, “that’s really pretty. do you like it?”

you nodded, looking up at him “it’s so gorgeous. i love it.”

“me too.” he laughed. “come on, let’s go home.”

he tugged on your hand, getting you away from the ring and any thoughts that were circling in your head. little did you know he was only days away from giving you that same ring and making you the happiest person alive. 

mark: you set down the picnic basket as mark laid the blanket out on the grassy area you picked. you lowered your toddler down as you settled onto the blanket while your husband unpacked the goodies from the basket. it was family day and mark just happened to have the day off from his otherwise overpacked schedule, so you guys decided to spend it like a “normal” family. the sun peeked through the leaves of the trees, highlighting the matching brown hues of your husband and toddler’s hair. you smiled as he attempted to feed the young child who was too preoccupied playing with the toy mark got them for their third birthday a couple of months ago. he sighs, putting down the carrots on the plate and looking up at you.

“i should’ve never bought them that toy.” he shakes his head, making you laugh.

“now you know how i feel.”

he moves the child from his lap to the middle of the blanket, so he can get up and reposition himself so that he’s sitting behind you now. he wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder as you both watch your child playing with his favorite toy. their nose crinkles up every time he laughs, and their eyes widen as their mouth makes an “o” shape any time they’re surprised, just like your husband’s. you were lost in thought until mark broke the silence.

“this is nice.” he whispers lowly.

you hum in agreement, “these are my favorite days. when we get to just spend time together like a family.”

he giggles, moving his arms so he can interlace your fingers together. “mine too.”

haechan: it was already late when you came over to haechan’s after he got back from dance practice. you had been there for over two hours now and the most attention he had given you was a quick kiss when he let you in. you were kind of annoyed that he invited you over just to ignore you to play games with his friends so you finally decided to leave and see him another time. somehow he heard you get up though.

“where are you going?” he questions, hearing you get up from his bed.

“home. you’re not even paying attention to me.”

he tells his teammates to hold on, taking off his headphones and swiveling around in his chair so he’s facing you.

“C’mere.” he opens his arms, calling for you.

you roll your eyes, making your way over and sitting in his lap. he wraps one arm around your back, as his other comes up to move a loose hair that was falling over your eye.

“i promise after this round, i’m all yours. so please don’t go, when i’m done, we can do whatever you want.”

you raise your brow suggestively, “anything i want?”

his eyes lower to your lips before coming back up to meet yours, “anything.”

“okay fine.” you smiled, attempting to get up from his lap, but he pulls you back down with both hands.

“no. just stay here, i’ll be done in like thirty minutes.” he says, spinning you both around in the chair and putting back on his headphones so he can finish the game. 

[iridescentdove]

Okay, but like Imagine Akutagawa x Shinobu! Reader (demon slayer) where like it’s just some of the other characters reactions to him having a lover that they somehow did not know about, not even Dazai, they just question how 2 completely polar opposites get together and why Reader would even want to be with some like Akutagawa and Reader’s response is, "His anger brings me joy☺️" no but really because his introverted cold ass reminds Reader of someone Giyuu.

(The reader is mostly based on Shinobu's personality and height, Chuuya lowkey dancing now that someone is shorter than him.)

FLY HIGH, BUTTERFLY.

akutagawa ryunosuke x shinobu!reader

A/N: I love this request! I worked on it immediately. And you're so right, haha. Chuuya must be so happy rn.

Many things in the world happen for a reason, and despite how strange it is, we'd collectively agree that's just how utterly unexpected life is.

But nobody was prepared enough,

To hear AKUTAGAWA himself has a girlfriend. Okay, well maybe she and him just relate to a lot of things by heart.

But to make things even more shocking, you are both absolute polar opposites. Holy shit. Was this a fever dream or is the world actually ending right now? The one who refuses to believe it the most is DAZAI himself obviously.

He will not believe it. Nope, never. This is all a big nightmare. Plus! You were suuuper pretty ... ? Holy shit. He has no idea how it came to this, and how he never even knew.

Obviously, the Port Mafia found out about it first. CHUUYA had met you for the first time – and you will not believe,

But he was the happiest human being alive.

Omg. Like. Someone ...

*sniffs* ... was shorter .. than him ... 🥺🥺🥺

Of course, you and CHUUYA got along really well. And you even made fun of and insulted Dazai with him. Now, you two are known for being the 'Fuck Dazai' duo in the mafia.

whether it mean a figure of speech or literally hoho

AKUTAGAWA doesn't even know why he fell for you. Dude's heart is set on Dazai and the mafia, but suddenly you just flutter yourself (pun intended) into his life and now he can't seem to stop thinking about you.

Plus, you strong and pretty as hell. Girlboss right there. Although you two seem more of rivaled siblings than an actual couple sometimes – it do be kinda funny. EVERY TIME

EVERY TIME he even speaks you come up with the most hellbent and insulting comeback. People begin to question whether ya'll a couple or forced to be one 😭

This bitch Aku reminds you of a certain eyebrowless boy ...

"That weretiger is ridiculous!" - akutagawa

"Yes~ just like your face <3" - you

"If I jump onto that building–" - akutagawa

"Who do you aspire to be, spiderman?" - you

"What? You failed?" - akutagawa

"Yes! Just like your dad's condom." - you

DAZAI literally was just spying on both of yall's for fun, he did not expect that last one. IT WAS FOUL. But then again he's the one that brought popcorn tbh. A free ticket to the drama show for free. And by that, I mean stalking

When AKUTAGAWA is saying something dark or melancholic, you literally just call out the bs and name him spiteful. All of that with a smile on your face.

Once, someone asked you dazai why you'd evem want to be with someone like that emo guy. Much to the surprise of everyone, you just respond

"Cause his anger makes me feel joy 😊"

Um ok?? Like chile-

The mafia lowkey terrified of you. You'll spit out any form of comebacks or insults with such a sweet smile and aura, it was scary to even know what happened behind close doors.

ATSUSHI is questioning his life. Second to the suicidal detective, he refuses to believe someone like YOU is together with him.

Well, until you show your terrifyingly gruesome side.

"I can slash open your stomach rip out your organs. Or gauge out your eyeballs. Choke you with your intenstines or wrap them around your dead body like a necklace."

Whenever he and AKUTAGAWA are forced to fight together, this little white tiger will ask so many questions. He's just so curious about how you and that emo ass got together.

... Uhm well- bombastic side eye

Okay DAZAI is an unhinged dude back in his mafia days but even he is lowkey terrified of you. He likes death, but not the idea of pain or suffering – so the fact you'd be doing all that without batting an eye makes him wanna bury himself 6ft under.

MORI also begins to regret his choices, but hey you and your boyfriend do some amazing teamwork so to hell with it ig

Of course, showing your angrier side is a surprise. You're always so sweet looking with that calm aura and smile. But then ayy full 360, who is this gruesome serial killer woman??

Eh ... well, let's say no one wants to know. Simply, you and AKUTAGAWA are a sweet duo when you're not being petty and insulting him ykyk

He doesn't really snap back at your insults. Dude just tries to deny it with a straight face.

"I'm not depressed. I'm not emo. I have eyebrows."

Last one is not true but ok

Rest assured, you and him are still a good couple. He loves you, might never admit it out loud – but you already know it so you don't need to hear it from him. Just a love life of teasing, insulting, but still pure and genuine love from each other.

[visualnovellover]

it's currently 4 am and I have yet to actually do my work but this idea has been haunting me ever since I posted it and i need to get it out before it eats me alive AND SO I DECIDED TO WRITE ABOUT IT! (it's not good or anything, this is a first for me to write in 2nd person and i wanted to try out using the games wordings as a base so udjdjdjdjjxjsj)

Wearing Your Promise Ring While Shopping

Pure!Sydney X GN PC (i wrote this with my pc Rini in mind but decided to make it vague like how pc would be described in game)

You are on the top level of the shopping center. Crowds of people leisurely strolling around in and out of stores to avoid the heat outside.

You're browsing through the displayed swimwear while waiting for Sydney to finish trying out the swimwear you recommend to them.

You felt a presence besides you as you continue to browse the shelves. Taking a glance you noticed a sleazy man right next to you, seemingly looking at the swimwear you were also looking at.

(1) Ignore

You ignored the man, thinking you're just paranoid. That is until a hand is placed on your shoulder. You tensed up as the sleazy man leaned his face closer to yours.

"Say, doesn't this swimsuit look nice on ya?" The sleazy man says gesturing towards a rather lewd pair of bikini. | + Stress

(1) Stay silent

(2) Try to move away | Increase of harassment

(3) Show off your ring | Defiant

You shoved your hand towards the sleazy man, showing off the ring on it. The metal band glinting under the light. "I have a spouse if you didn't noticed." You say as you shook off his hand on your shoulder.

That wasn't exactly a lie, but calling Sydney as your spouse has you feeling giddy and warm. | - Stress | + Love

The sleazy man scoffs and squints at the ring. "Ya look too young to be married kid. And besides I could be way better." He says as he tries to get closer to you again.

"Leave before I start screaming," you say glaring at the sleazy man. "And my spouse is a hundred times better than you could ever be."

It took a second before the sleazy man roughly shoved you back, cursing under his breath as he stomped out of the shop. | + Pain

You sighed in relief, holding your hand as you look at your ring. The metal band sits on your finger, a tiny warmth emitting from it. Looking at the ring reminds you of the happiest memory you had with Sydney. | - Stress | - Trauma

You hear footsteps near you, you looked up to see Sydney walking towards you. They look happy.

"Hey! It fit perfectly beloved." They say holding the swimwear in their hand, they're by your side as you only now noticed the light blush on their face.

"I hope this time you'll let me pay for this." You ignored what they said as you take the swimwear out of their hand, walking towards the cashier as Sydney follows you, insisting on paying for it all the way.

(1) Next

The both of you are walking back to the Temple. Sydney looked like they had fun, judging by how they took your hand in theirs without you initiating it and how theirs a skip in their step as you walk back.

You're glad that you went out today. Seeing Sydney letting loose once in a while makes you feel happy. | -- Stress | - Trauma

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 22

Summary: The nightmares return and Y/N wants answers Paul isn’t willing to give.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Spreading her arms wide, Y/N could barely wrap herself around Paul as he looked onto the breaking dawn. The sun has just barely peaked through the clouds above the trees, sprinkling hope of happiness of yesterday to spill into today.

The road so far has been littered with complications, yet Y/N can’t help but be grateful that of all the complications the universe could have sent her way, it took special care to ensure that complication is Paul Lahote.

The warmth she receives from his sweet brown hues down to his smiling lips is all the flame she’ll ever need to wake up content each day.

“Whachu’ think’ ‘bout?”

Paul’s lips curl ever so slightly at her early morning babbling. She’s never quite liked mornings, saying she’s like an old computer that needs a few hours to boot up properly and Paul could never quite understand how she got into medicine; a person who loves sleep so much chose a career that leaves very few hours of rest? Sounds like hell. And still, whenever she sees him awake before her, he’ll see her trudging toward him with a groggy grimace and the most loving embrace he could never refuse. After all, if he could choose, he’d always want her to wrap her arms around him every chance she gets, for this is what gave him life…real life.

“Are you reconsidering the proposal?” Y/N asks quietly, her hold loosening lightly and Paul snorts at the insanity of her question. He would never reconsider wanting to spend the rest of his life with her. If he knew she’d be willing, he’d have married her the very day she told him she loves him, but Paul followed her timeline instead.

Y/N loved him, but she also wanted to finish her residency. She loved him, but she’s always been career oriented too and while Paul’s been certain she’s lost some of her passion for her job lately, he assumed it’s burnout rather than her having a change of heart. Another reason why he waited was COVID for it had her dealing with more than any human should – far too many nights had he held her close as she bawled from exhaustion, both mental and physical, and far too many nights had he listened to her silence over the phone when all she needed was to hear him breathing to keep herself sane at work. And he needed that too.

Turning around, he places her palms on his chest, forcing himself to seem less somber. “I’ve spent years trying to convince you to marry me”, Paul reminds her. “I’m not backtracking on this.” His thumb caresses the back of her hand, grazing the engagement ring on her finger. “You’re mine and that will remain unchanged as long as you want to be mine.”

Licking her lips, she suppresses a smile. “And if I say that’ll never change? I’ll always be yours?”

“It’ll make me the happiest man alive.”

Noting the stiffness of his smile, Y/N’s eyebrows furrow lightly. No matter how hard he tries to hide it, his eyes give him away. When Paul smiles, it’s with his entire face, his eyes crinkle and his lips curve upwards forming lines across his cheeks and for a moment the weight of the world isn’t resting on his shoulders. She’d seen his eyes when he turned to look at her – something’s wrong. Perhaps she’s not as intuitive as he is as she hasn’t gotten any superpowers through their imprint bond, but she’s an expert in Paul Lahote and his heart is heavy.

Cupping his cheek, she nods lightly. “I want to make you the happiest man alive.”

“You already did”, Paul assures her.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just a bad dream, dove”, he pulls her in for a hug. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he sighs. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

Y/N wanted to believe him, she truly did, but Paul’s words carry a heaviness coated with dread she never knew he was capable of feeling. He always seemed so strong, so untouched by fear that she couldn’t possibly imagine what walked through his dreams that had temporarily snuffed out the light in his eyes.

“I always worry about you”, she whispers as her lips touch upon his collarbone.

She hoped it was a one-time thing, except it happened again.

Paul found himself in a vicious cycle he barely escaped the first time. He’d fall asleep, live his worst nightmare only to wake up, desperately struggling to breathe. Then he’d lay awake for the rest of the night, wrapping his arms around Y/N as he’d count her breaths. He’d bury his face in her neck and pray to the gods, to the ancestors, to any and every higher power to give him reprieve.

What he failed to realize is that Y/N would wake in the middle of the night from his body heat, hearing his whispered prayers and she grew weary with each night that passed. Whenever she’d ask him if he’s alright, Paul would make up an excuse.

Until she’s had enough. That night she didn’t sleep at all.

At 2 am, it happened.

With a loud gasp, Paul sprang out of bed and fell to his knees. His strangled breathing had her heart dropping as she throws herself over the bed, clumsily falling next to him on the floor. The panic in his wide open eyes, his hand over his sprinting heart and the shakiness of his entire body in utter fear had left her crumbling as he began sobbing.

It’s the same every time, as the day moves on until the afternoon, Paul would feel the first signs of anxiety trickle through his bloodstream. As night would come, so did panic over what he might see when his eyes close. It’s a discomfort in his chest, then it sets deeper and he gets the urge to run, to escape and hide like he did when he was a child fearing his father’s belt, slipper or whatever he’d get a hold of to beat him with in a drunken haze.

When he wakes from the dream, the panic makes him want to jump out of his skin and he feels like a child again, shaking, terrified. The heart feels constricted by it, as if he’s strangled just by the air around him and he can’t hide it anymore.

The first sob took Y/N by surprise as it broke free as a guttural scream and she wasted no time in holding him closer, his head resting on her chest as each sob wreaked his body and her sanity. Her own tears flowed freely for hearing his cries broke her heart. She ran her fingers through his hair when he seemed calmer after an eternity.

“You’re okay”, she whispers, “I’m here”, she reassures him, “I won’t let go.”

Paul reaches for her hand as her soft words reach his ears. She feels like a safety blanket kissing his wounds better and she’s endlessly patient as his sobs die down and his tears dry up.

She wanted to talk about it once he calmed down, but as his tears stopped and exhaustion took over, Paul’s breathing evened out and his eyes closed. Once he drifted off, Y/N was wide awake, holding her fiancé like a child in her arms until the sun came up.

When Paul woke up, he didn’t want to move. If he did, he’d have to answer her question and he’s not ready to do that. How can he tell her what haunts him? He needs to keep his nightmares to himself for to speak of such things means giving it substance and it’s more than his heart can take. His nightmares aren’t stuff of fiction, rather a reality that must be lived so what will he get by telling her? It will only spread misery.

“I know you’re awake”, she states.

“No, I’m not.”

“You’re speaking”, she quips and he groans, trying to hide his face between her breasts until she squeals.

“Ssstopp!”

Chuckling, he opens one eye and looks up at her with a smirk. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Nuh-uh”, she narrows her eyes at him, “I’m not allowing you to distract me with sex.”

“But I’ll make it good sex”, he wiggles his eyebrows only to be met with a scowl. “Fine. But you’re missing out.”

Rolling her eyes, she wraps a lock of his hair around her index finger and lightly pulls on it. “Time for you to tell me the truth.”

“About what?”

“What has you so on edge that you’re having nightmares so often?”

Gulping, Paul pulls away from Y/N. Shrugging, he sighs. “Are you asking as my fiancé or as my imprint?”

“Are you seriously asking if that’s an order?!” Standing up, she scoffs at him before walking out of the room.

Hanging his head low, Paul sighs. It’s easier to fight than be vulnerable now, to admit that his love for her is more of a curse right now than a blessing. Paul inhales sharply as he hears her hurried footprints become louder. Before he has time to say anything, she’s back in the room with a disappointed look set on him.

“How dare you ask me that? Have I ever forced you to say or do anything?!” Leaning back on the doorframe, she places a hand on her chest, taking a deep breath before speaking. “I’m worried about you, just as I was years ago when you were pulling some really weird shit. I asked about it then and you promised you’d tell me when you’re ready and you never did.”

“Y/N”, Paul tries but she’s not done yet. He can sense he’s hurt her feelings, but she’s more than hurt, she’s pissed at the implications of his question. She has every right to be.

“I’ve been patient”, she reminds him. “I’ve been quiet and patient and waiting for you to come to me, but something is clearly fucking with your wellbeing and if you’re not going to talk to me, then talk to a therapist or go to Sam or whoever the fuck you want, but figure it out Paul.” Biting the left corner of her lower lip she crosses her arms over her chest. “Or the next time I’ll do exactly what you seem to be expecting me to. I’ll be the awful bitch who demands an answer.”

“I never said that”, he’s quick to respond but she shakes her head and Paul knows there’s nothing he can say to make it better now.

“I’ll spend the day with my dad”, she informs him. “Use this time well.” The anger in her eyes serve as a shield and sword, hiding the clouds of rainfall she’d rather die than allow him to witness.

So, within minutes, Y/N left and Paul forced himself to find the strength to pick himself up off the ground. She’s right, he needs help.

Reaching for his phone, Paul was surprised to see the pack group chat was blowing up.

“237 messages?” Paul grumbles before opening the chat. Scrolling to the top, he didn’t pay much attention until he saw it and his breath hitched.

EMBRY: You must be joking! This is the last thing we need right now!

QUILL: Why here?

JARED: It’s insane!

SETH: We can’t take this risk, Jake.

JARED: Paul will go feral when he reads this and you know it.

JAKE: It won’t be for long, just until the threat subsides.

SAM: You’re bringing them here despite being aware what the consequences may be?

JAKE: They won’t be here long enough to cause issues.

JARED: A single day could cause a kid to shift and you know it. Which one of our kids do you want to doom to this bullshit life?

EMBRY: And what if they follow them, huh? You’re really going to bring the fucking apocalypse to our doorstep?

Gulping, Paul could feel himself begin to shake. This time, it wasn’t fear rattling his self-control, it wasn’t the argument he instigated to hide his nightmares from his imprint, it was anger of what little he managed to read and that alone was enough for his fuse to blow for the first time in years. Tossing the phone onto the mattress, Paul ran outside. Barely making it to the door, he fell on all fours, his eyes catching sight of paws rather than hands. Growling, he looks up at the sun mocking him before he decides he doesn’t have to hold back now, howling in rage until his throat feels raw.

SETH: I think Paul just saw the chat.

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PART 23

[wazabii]

Haitani Rindou- lovin ain't easy when you were never loved

Rindou, the younger haitani brother. The lesser sibling. The one who's bitchless, and it's not his fault, his brother is just more appealing to women. The sibling, only known as 'Ran's younger brother'.

Rindou haitani, who used to only watch his crush of 3 years, (y/n) Gojo, walking around without a care in the world while stepping on ants. The boy could only hope, hoping that she'll one day look his way.

Rindou who found it unfair that no matter what, he will always be inferior, the second choice compared to his dear older brother.

The younger has always had thoughts.

Sometimes he wishes he was the older brother. Maybe women like that better. Sometimes he wishes he has his brother's carefree personality and words. But no, he just had to have this stubborn, unlovable, stoic attitude. Sometimes he wishes he was standing right next to his brother, not above nor below. Sometimes he wishes he wasn't 'Ran's younger brother' or 'Ran's sibling'. Sometimes he wishes he was never in the haitani family.

He didn't want to be compared with his brother Ran, as much as he adores his older brother, he just wanted to be...... Rindou haitani.

Sometimes he wishes to be.....loved.

Rindo who on the day he found the courage to confess, was so shaky his knees buckled. He was way worse than having to face the blue afro male, Kawata Souya at their brawl. The poor boy came prepared for rejection, ready to leave hear something along the lines of 'i like your brother more' or 'you're brother's more my type'. I mean it would make sense that his brother is more suitable for you. Rindou is only 172 cm (5'8) while (y/n) was 180 cm (5'11). His brother was 183 cm (6'0) which obviously is more comfortable with her height.

He who heard laughing and turned around muttering an apology while getting ready to sprint, basically accepting your mockery, only to be shocked when he was shoved ot your big,soft chest.

It took him a while to comprehend what you said, but once he did it was waterworks. A simple 'of course!' was enough to send him bawling. He wrapped his arms around you with a bone crushing hug while sobbing into your chest.

'Rin is me being your girlfriend making you that happy?' 'You choosing me over my brother makes me the happiest man alive!'

"I promise you will never regret me being your boyfriend! I'll make you the centre of my life and love like no other. I'll do this so you won't have to go through what I did. I might not be the best lover at first but I'll prove that I can do better for you! But do give me time, as after all

Lovin ain't easy when you were never loved '

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