#who knew i could complain abt one thing for so long.
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i am so tired of people asking me to always go out for plans and neverrrr taking me up on just hanging out Here. iâm tired!!! and cold!!!
#i mean if weâre all going out yeah but like damn i bet itâs nice for u to host you donât have to fuckin go anywhere!!!#sorry. bitter. ugh like whatever maybe iâll go to dinner tn but i didnât even know these two friends had talked separately#abt doing so so i suggested just chillin w a movie and they were like hmm ok hey r u still thinking of x. like girl ok.#and itâs like a 10 min walk for them tops. not even. and iâll have to take the bus to not freeze. and i donât even have anyone to walk with#whereas they live within like a minute of each other so theyâre close and can walk together yk. like itâs just annoying.#who knew i could complain abt one thing for so long.#abby talks#btw lydia yeah if u see this itâs not abt u i think thatâs clear with my specific complaints at this point but yeah#like itâs Always gotta be convenient for other people and like yeah there arenât many trendy cool restaurants right by me ig except there r#theyâre just not the familiar campus ones we all know idk
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Helloo I hope ur doing good! I was just thinking abt minho's hands how skillful he can be with them, if you can't make on this it's totally fine. Thank you !!
⢠bf!minho x f!reader | m.list
| the hand of your boyfriend who only loves his cat makes you think different things
warning | smut, fingering, minho calls the reader kitty/kitten
word count | 0,6k
author's note | thank you for your request, I hope you like itđ¤
enjoy readingďź
â I think there's another kitty that needs attention. â
It was a quiet day on a rainy evening. When you entered the room, you looked at doongie on the bed and Minho playing with it. A smile graced your face as you walked to the bed, Minho noticed you and lifted his head for a moment and continued to play with doongie.
After a few minutes, you got bored of scrolling through your phone so you decided to watch how your boyfriend was playing with the cat. As you watched him scratch and caress doongie's belly, all you could see was his hands. A strange feeling filled you, the warmth that came to your body as you continued to watch his hand started to bother you after a while. Minho felt a pair of eyes on him and looked at you for a moment, while your eyes were still on his hands, he grinned. "Jealous?" You turned your gaze to him, realizing that he was talking to you. "Hm?" Minho took his hand off doongie's belly and put it on the inside of your thigh. "I think there's another kitty that needs attention." he squeezed your thigh lightly, you watched as doongie got off the bed and left the room after the attention left, Minho took advantage of this and got between your legs. "Min-" your words were cut off when his hand came up to your pussy from above your pants, "Oh you're a very naughty kitten, staring at my hand like that." his thumb easily found your clit and pressed it. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get the attention you want."
He watched with pleasure how you squirmed under him with only one finger inside you, he moved his other hand to your belly and held you in place so you wouldn't move, easily inserted his second finger into your soaked pussy. You were about to close your legs but his harsh voice stopped you. "Don't even think about it." two fingers curled inside you, moving in slow motions as if he wanted to drive you crazy. "Please..Minho, I can't take it.." a grin appeared on his face, "Since when did my little kitten complain so much? Aren't you happy with the attention you're getting?" he stopped his movements, laughed softly when a whimper came out of you, you quickly moved your hand to his wrist as he was about to take his fingers out of you "No- please, keep going.." He looked at you with his eyebrows raised slightly, you moaned again when you felt his fingers move again "That's it..I'll take care of you baby, just be patient hm?"
He sped up his movements as he leaned down and started to place small kisses on your neck, other hand slid down your belly and found your clit, his fingers continued to ruin your insides while his other hand was gently tending to your clit, your pussy started to tighten around his fingers as he realized you were close "Make a mess to my fingers yeah? I knew you could be a good kitten. So fucking good for me." it didn't take long for you to cum as the pleasure you were getting from both sides brought you to your climax, Minho's fingers were filled with your juices and he didn't take his fingers out of you until he was sure you were completely cummed. It took a while longer, which made you whine. He pulled his fingers out of you and slapped your clit a few times. âFuck- Minho-â he laughed at your teary sound and leaned up to kiss your lips. âGood kitty.â he spoke against your lips as he held your chin, making you look up at him. âNow I need to test if youâre good with your tongue.â
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hey hun! im sorry for your loss and i saw u post abt needing distracting. so could u write a jace x reader? it could be any plot you want whatsoever and could it be a modern au? as well fluffy! is that okay?
Hi, how are you?
Thank you for your message đ I'm sorry it took me so long to upload your request (in the end it cost me more than I thought to recover and then university and trying to find a job overwhelmed me) but I hope you like the result đĽ°đ
Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.
It hadn't really been Jacaerys' intention to wait for you to come back from your date. He should be doing some college work but instead, he's watching TV without paying attention to it thinking about how the hours are passing and you still haven't come home. Your date should be fun if you don't text Jace anymore. Jace shouldn't be worried about you because he knew Rhaena would never have set you up with an idiot but he still couldn't help being worried.
Jacaerys wanted you to come home and see if you were okay. It would hurt him to hear the details of your date and see you all excited about another boy but he would bear it.
If only Jace wasnât afraid of ruining things between you two then he would have taken you out himself after hearing you complain about how your love life is dead instead of letting Rhaena set you up with one of her friends. But Jacaerys is sure that you donât see him as more than a friend and he doesnât want to risk losing you so he doesnât make a move. He's content with being able to be in your life, with the chaotic mornings of the two of you getting ready before going to class, with your text messages telling him everything that happens to you during the day, with the nights cooking together and with the breaks where you watch series snuggled together on the couch.
Jacaerys looks away from the TV as he hears the keys clicking into the lock. You walk in and Jace feels a pit in his stomach because you donât look excited, you look defeated? Your eyes meet his and you give him a tired smile but you quickly break eye contact to take off your coat and sneakers and then run to the couch with him.
âSo you wanna talk about it?â Jacaerys doesnât even finish asking how much youâre already talking.
âIt was fine. Heâs nice and we talked for hours. Everything was going well until the end because he tried to kiss me.â If you hadnât been busy fidgeting nervously you would have noticed how your roommate seemed to tense up all of a sudden. âI declined and he wasnât bothered but it was awkward.â You sighed.
âWhy did you reject him? Are you the kind of person who has a rule of not kissing on the first date?â
âBecause I donât like himâ you declared, suddenly looking up and for a moment, at the intensity of your gaze, Jace forgot to breathe. âI could be his friend, but Iâm not interested in him in any other way.â
âOhâ was the only thing that came out of the surprised manâs mouth.
âOh,â you repeated, âWhy did you wait for me, Jace?â
âWho said I was waiting for you? I was watching TVâ he denied instantly.
âJaceâ
Seeing your beautiful eyes looking at him pleadingly for a moment, Jace was afraid to give in and confess everything to you, as for more than a year he canât stop thinking about you and wants to be more than your friend. But again, heâs afraid of making you uncomfortable and losing your friendship, so he asks instead.
âWhat does that have to do with you not liking your date?â
âWhile I was with him I realized that I actually wanted to be home with youâ you confessed and instantly regretted it when you saw that he remained silent. âForget it. I'm sorry for making it weirdâ You got up ready to go to your room so you could have a crisis alone about ruining your friendship with Jace when he took you by the hand and pulled you causing you to end up on top of him.
âOh no, I donât plan on forgetting it, not when Iâve been pining for you for over a year,â he stated making you smile.
âYouâre a coward,â you mocked without malice. âOver a year and you never made a move. Youâre lucky I decided to act.â
âYouâre right,â he said smiling unbothered. âNow that weâve established that Iâm a fool and youâre the best, can I kiss you?â he asked and you laughed feeling delighted with him.
âTry not to sound so desperate to kiss me.â
âCan you blame me?â He arched an eyebrow, any embarrassment or fear he felt disappearing the moment he knew his feelings were reciprocated. âI thought a lot about kissing you and I finally have the chance.â
At his confession, you felt heat on your face and your smile grew. âYou're such a fool.â You took his face in your hands and felt your heart warm at the softness with which Jace looked at you.
The moment your lips touched his Jacaerys knew he would become addicted to your kisses. He would look for any excuse to kiss you as many times as he wanted. You would probably become the clingy couple that his friends would make fun of. But he didn't care and he didn't think you would either because you were kissing him with the same intensity.
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ive been rereading ur bitchy reader stuffs n pleek do more of the pope cameo.. HER SAYING DICK APPT WHEN RAFE COMPLAINED ABT HER HAVING POPES NUMBER MADE ME GIGGLE OUT LOUD pretty please give us more of them đ¤˛
i imagine her being pissed off at rafe so she keeps giving him the cold shoulder and when he asks something sheâd just go âmaybe i shouldâve gone to heywards instead he wont treat me like this đâ BUT ITS SO FUNNY KNOWING SHE DOESNT LIKE POGUES !!!!
LMFAOOO THIS IS KILLING ME!! one thing about my readers, their secret pogue crush is always gonna be pope <3
one thing you had in common with rafeâdespite the glaring differences that were so hard to ignoreâwas that you both didn't care much for pogues.
that was putting it lightly, rafe despised them and you just didn't like them. but some were more tolerable than othersâfor example, the maybank boy who seemed to you the equivalent of a toddler with sticky hands versus pope heyward, who used to tutor in math. you don't know why or how they're friends, just that you like pope enough to be friendly, or rather polite, and you definitely don't like maybank enough to even think about him.
rafe didn't like any of them, and you didn't really care. you weren't in the habit of defending pogues, and certainly not when you were constantly trying to remind sarah to stay away from them, even though she never listened.
but seeing how angry rafe seemed to get at the mere mention was enough to give you some ideas. when you had jokinglyâalthough now you remember you hadn't really ever clarifiedâsaid that you had pope's number because of dick appointments, rafe had gotten so angry it had resulted in the best sex of your life.
you were curious to know what else you could get out of it. unfortunately, your curiosity didn't last for very long. rafe pissed you off just as much as you pissed him off, and though these thoughts were often in one ear and out the other for you.
like today. you had been waiting for twenty whole minutes at the club for rafe, who had insisted he would be on time even though you knew he would probably run late since he was coming from barry'sâall the way across town.
all he had to do was admit it, and you would have come later, but instead he had told you to show up at noon and that he wasn't going to be late.
normally you would show up at half past and just tell him to fuck off, but if he really was on time you would never hear the end of it. so you showed up on time and waited... and waited.
rafe finally shows up about forty minutes later, and you stare at him with your signature lookâeyes rolling back, an i-told-you-so expression with arms crossed. you could make it more withering if you wanted, but right now you just wanted to hear rafe admit he was wrong.
"shut the fuck up," he says, taking a seat the table. your half drunken diet coke has left a ring of condensation, and you move the cup towards you, wondering how you'd become the kind of girl that waits forty minutes for a guy to show up.
"first of all, i didn't even say anything. second of all, you shut the fuck up. i'm the one who was forty-fucking-minutes late."
"it took longer-"
"longer than you thought? yeah, i said that. yesteday."
"well m'here now, so just order."
you huff, scanning the menu and not sure exactly what retort to use. instead you settle for shutting up entirely, not speaking to rafe the entire time. the waitress comes and goes, the food comes and goes, and you look up when rafe speaks but don't say anything back.
rafe thinks you'll give it up once lunch is over, but you grew up in a household where an hour of silent treatment is child's play. so the car ride to tannyhill, throughout the movie you put on and when you walk away to make popcorn, you haven't said a word.
while the movie credits roll, you look down at your phone, waiting for your apology and deciding when to leave if you don't get it.
"are you seriously gonna ignore me the entire day?"
you stare at rafe, not answering. this is your withering look.
"fine, princess. your choice," rafe shrugs. "finally got you to shut up for once."
you take a moment for his words to really hit you. like any other girl in the world, that comment from your boyfriend hurts a little. it even stings. you don't like the words in the air and you can even tell it left a bitter taste in rafe's mouth. he looks like he's just realizing he overstepped a little. then, for the first time since you saw rafe that day, you speak.
"you know, it's a good thing i didn't delete heyward's number from my phone. times like this i realize how handy it can be."
"what the fuck is th-"
"i mean, really, rafe. even these pogues you hate so much would treat me better than you do. i should go call him up now-"
"okay, princess i get it-"
"bet he'd probably fuck me better than-"
"okay, enough. jesus, i get it. m'sorry, okay? can you knock it off now?"
"i'm not knocking anything off. and you can go fuck yourself if you can't apologize for a little thing like being late-"
"i'm sorry, okay? now can you stop talking about pope fuckin' heyward?" you huff, finally a little pleased he apologized.
"thank you. was that so hard?"
"oh shut up-"
"you shut up. and don't be late again. or i'll show you fuckin' heyward-"
"enough!"
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haiiiiiiiii just wanna req a smut fic of btm trans ftm reader and nanami in an established healthy relationship where nanami came home late after work bc he was forced to work overtime (he despises overtime) AND HES VERY FRUSTRATED and pent up maybe... and wanted to cool off by just eating his husband's đą out bc he hasnt had dinner yet ykwim HHAHAHA and then go all soft for aftercare.... ggrgggrrrr m so delusional...
its jujutsu đŻđťđŽđŞđ´đ (btw u can do this req anytime u want even tho this is like a cliche req but i wanna see on ur perspective how u write abt this!!! take ur time if needed ya!! have an orange while ur at it đ)
â ⧽â â˘â˘â "i'm starving."ďšnanami x trans!male reader
â ⧽â â˘â˘â summaryďšnanami had to work overtime and came home hungry, so he decided to have you as his dinner.
â ⧽â â˘â˘â notes & warningsďšuse of "cunt" on the reader, first time writing descriptive smut so it may be bad, oral being given & received, breeding/creampie, mention of reader getting pregnant (only used as dirty talk, though), overstimulation, reader has hip dips, nanami just being a man of consent, soft aftercare
â ⧽â â˘â˘â word countďš2.4k
the sound of nanamiâs stomach growling, followed by a sigh from the man, was damn near enough to make him go insane. if he gripped his steering wheel any tighter, he mightâve popped a vein.
images were racing through his mind, teeth gritting, his focus set awry from you. âfocus on driving, nanami. you're almost there,â he told himself over and over like a matra. but he couldn't focus. what was your goal, sending him pictures of yourself like that, knowing he was working overtime?
he was starving. on one hand, for actual food, but another, he didn't want food, he just wanted you.
overtime didn't make it better, either. not to mention, gojo made it his personal mission go bother him as much as he could. but thankfully, all his annoyances were set aside (sort of) as he finally pulled into the driveway, getting out of his car and slamming the door. unintentionally of course, he was usually gentle with such things as to not damage them or wear them down quickly.
the front door opening made you perk up from your spot on the bed. you were on your phone, laying on bed, but now you sat upright, patiently waiting for your husband to come in.
nanami didn't exactly walk in and scoop his husband up like normal, muttering sweet nothings, complaining about his day. instead, he walked in, dipping two fingers in his tie to loosen it, then hastily grabbing your legs to pull your body closer to his own. you let out a surprised yelp, awkwardly chuckling.
â(name.)â he started, his voice firm, which made you tense a bit.
âum.. yes, nanami?â
âi'm starving.â
âi can go get you something, i know traffic is bad. or i can c-â
âno,â he interrupted you, jaw clenched, and hands pulling off your shorts. you, of course, knew what he meant by now and knew what to expect. nanami didn't even need to say anything further, he was looking at you like you were prey and he was ready to eat you alive (which he was).
before you could even blink, your shirt was pushed up but not taken off, boxers laying on the ground, and nanami was tearing his clothes off as well. he didn't have plans to go straight to sex though, not him. he's a patient man who waited long enough to have you in the palm of his hands, and heâd be damned if he didnt savor every moment, if he didnt savor every bit of you. right now, he needed you like water, and seeing the hunger - almost desperation - in his eyes turned you on.
âyou're already wet.â
âwell.. you're already hard!â
a brow raised, testing you to keep talking, which you didn't.
âcan i?â he inquired. he already knew the answer, but he liked to hear you say what you want him to do.
âfor fuckâs sake- yes, of course! câmon, nanami, just get to it!â now you were the desperate one. it was ironic, a smile pulling at the sorcererâs lips.
he laid down on the bed next to you, your curious eyes watching and following his every move, but you didn't quite catch the way his sneaky hands pulled you onto his chest, then adjusted both your positions to pull your cunt right over his face.
you were shocked at the position. quite honestly, heâd never done the sixty nine position with you, he just ate you out whilst prepping you, let you suck him off (if he didnt pin you to the bed beforehand), then it went to penetrative sex.
his tongue dragging along your clit, fingers digging into the soft skin of your hip dips, sent a shiver down your spine. you weren't sure what to do now, hips attempting to jerk against his lips, but to no avail thanks to his strong grip.
âsuck me off, sweetheart.â his voice was like honey to you, a whine leaving your lips as you moved your body down to follow his order. as soon as the tip of his cock was in your mouth, you felt his tongue dip into your hole. your brain fogged for a moment, moaning against his length, which made him groan from the vibration.
with every lick, suck, and âmmmâ nanami would give, you would try your best to suck him off. your head bobbed up and down, tongue dragging along his veins, trying your hardest to deepthroat him. sadly, you had to use your hand for whatever your throat couldn't take.
nanami was a gentleman too. a bit of a sadist when it came to sex, but still a gentleman. he knew you were insecure of your chest sometimes, so he would leave your shirt on for you so you could decide if you wanted it on or off. he wouldn't force his entire cock in your mouth because he knew your limits, although sometimes he did enjoy using your mouth if you let him.. the way you cried and gagged around his dick was too good. but, heâd never go against your wishes, so he always asks just to be sure.
you thought so fondly of your husband, just as he thought so fondly of you.
immediately, your thoughts were interrupted by a finger slipping in your hole, your free hand gripping at his thigh like a lifeline. your bobbing stopped, pulling off his cock with a âpopâ, and trying to catch your breath.
ânanami, please..â you didn't even know what you were begging for. more of him, maybe? another finger? more of his tongue? neither of you knew, but the only thing on your mind was him.
⌠and the way he stopped the moment you did. this bastard!
âkeep sucking me off if you want more.â
you frowned, then huffed, but complied and stuffed your mouth full with his cock again. your head moved up, down, up down, over and over.
âgood boy, (name). very good.â
you could hear the shitty smirk in his voice, and it made you more wet - if you could even get more wet.
another finger slipped inside your cunt, both his digits thrusting inside of you while he bit, sucked, and nibbled at the back of your legs. you were in pure ecstasy, thighs trembling slightly already.
his tongue was one thing, but the way his fingers curled, thrusted, and stretched you out so perfectly was surreal. it was pure ecstasy, and nanami knew every button to press, every sensitive spot of yours, every string to pull to make you moan and cum for him. he knew everything about your body at this point, using that to his advantage, of course. how couldn't he? with the way you squirm and beg for him?
âwait, nanami-â you interrupted your own sentence by cumming, a loud moan leaving you. he didn't even notice how you stopped sucking him off, he was too engrossed in fingering you.
he frowned, though. he wanted to taste your cum on his tongue, but alas, heâd have to lick it off his fingers. then eat you out again, of course.
even though he didn't get to cum yet, he didn't mind waiting, his fingers pulling out of you to lick them clean. as soon as they were licked off, he moved your body and sat up. you were soon laid on your back, legs spread, confusion spreading across your features.
then, you watched as nanami lowered his head once more between your thighs and started licking between your folds. your back arched, crying out from the overstimulation, hands grabbing at his hair and pulling lightly. he ignored it though, his thumbs spreading your cunt apart for his eyes to see, tongue licking up and then sucking on your clit.
you had turned into a mess. squirming, moaning, whimpering, grabbing anywhere and anything you could, yet nanami somehow managed to keep you still long enough for you to reach another orgasm.
this time, he got to really taste you, his tongue lapping up your juices like a thirsty man. your body was trembling and spazzing, chest heaving up and down with each breath.
âthere, now im full.â he smiled, standing up. he pulled your body closer to his, your ass nearly hanging off the bed, then he lifted your hips just a bit.
âah- nanami, wait, please.. let me catch my breath.â
âof course.â one of his hands moved to caress your cheek, then grab at one of your hands, bringing your knuckles up to your lips. he let you calm down, your body relaxing more, moving your hand up to cup his cheek, which he leaned into.
âyou can go ahead now.â
without wasting much time, he lined his cock up to your entrance, then pushed in. he didn't move too fast so you could adjust, but he certainly wasn't slow with it either. once he bottomed out, he lets you really adjust, hearing your whines and whimpers.
your hands gripped at the bed sheets beneath you, eyes squeezing shut.
âlook at me, (name). i want you to see me when i start to fuck you.â
you slowly opened your eyes to watch him, the both of you making eye contact as he began to move his hips. you had to refrain from letting your eyes flutter closed again, moaning out.
it was all too much, but also not enough at the same time. nanami filled you up so good and made sure you felt loved.
his thrusts began to quicken, hands roaming along your body as he fucked into you. it made your body tingle.
âcan i- shit- can i take your shirt off?â he breathed out, pulling at your shirt, to which you nodded. he nearly tore it off of you, then pulled your legs up to rest your ankles on his shoulders, giving him a much better angle to drive his cock into your cunt.
âyou feel so good, my love.. so tight.â his vice was breathy and almost whiny, mesmerized by the way your body jolted each time his hips met yours, the way beads of sweat formed around your body and your hair stuck to your forehead, and the way your mouth hung open, just letting any noise be heard. you made no effort to silence yourself.
you both were mesmerized with each other. nanami looked so pretty when he fucked you, it was a much different sight than his more professional look.
however, your smile - which you had no idea had formed - faded due to nanami stopping. you whined and tried to move your hips to get friction, squirming around, but before you could even speak, you were lifted.
then the realization hit you that he was just changing positions, his knees making the mattress sink when he got on it, and your legs being pushed further back.
this time, he didn't give you time to adjust. he practically slammed his cock into you, his body hunched over, palms on each side of your head. the sound of skin slapping started echoing through the room, but it was hardly heard from your loud moans.
he just put you in a mating press, and it felt like he was somehow deeper than before. it was all too good.
â... can i.. cum in you this time?â
just from his question, you came. you squealed and arched your back once more, hands going up to cover your face.
âplease, yes!â
nanami smiled at your response, kissing your hands to try and get them to move. you did move them, letting him capture your lips in a rather passionate kiss.
his thrusts got rougher, but sloppier, so you knew he was getting close. one of his hands went to rest on your stomach, lightly pressing on it, then stopping as soon as he reached orgasm. he broke the kiss so he could groan.
âah, fuck. i hope you get pregnant, (name). i want.. to see your belly get round. no doubt, it'd be cute to see you carry our kid.â
as if to prove his words, he thrusted again, pushing his cum deep inside of you.
both of you were in pure ecstasy, but especially you. he was pressing sweet kisses to your face and neck, the both of you starting to calm down from your highs.
once he pulled out, you whined, feeling empty. he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and carried you to the bathroom to clean you up. you heard some water run, not even paying attention to the way he managed to hold you with one arm, albeit with the help of your legs around him. then soon after, you were placed in the bath.
he sat behind you, scooping some water to run along your arms and hair. you began to come to your senses, relaxing into his touch and letting out hums of content as his fingers scratched at your scalp, the orange scented shampoo filling your nostrils.
âhow do you feel, my love?â he questioned, rinsing the shampoo out before kissing your cheek.
âhmm.. good.. a little tired, but good.â you leaned your head back against his chest to smile up at him, a smile which he returned and leaned down to kiss.
âgood. i apologize for being so abrupt.â
âi kind of expected it. i did mess with you by sending those pictures..â
âyou are truly a menace for teasing me in such a way, especially during overtime. but i love when you take naked pictures of yourself to send to me.â
his hands traced along your arms, fingertips brushing against your skin, making you giggle and move away.
after he had finished cleaning and kissing all over you, you moved so you were facing him and began washing him as well. he didn't question it. he always found it nice how you gave him aftercare as well, even though you were the one with trembling legs.
âyou know, you don't have to treat me as well. i am the one who exhausted you.â even despite his words, he leaned into your gentle touches, eyes closing.
âi know, but you still did all the work! i'm sure its tiring.â
âtruthfully, i never tire of doing anything with or for you.â
your face burned at his sentence, a stupid lovesick smile pulling at your lips. you didn't say anything after, just repeating his words in your head and finishing your bath with him.
as soon as you were both done, he got up and lifted you out, wrapping a towel around you both. you dried off, walked into your closet, and put your pajamas on. nanami did the same, lifting you up again to carry you to the living room.
âiâll wash the bedsheets, can you find a movie for us to watch? then maybe i can cook for us or something..â as if on cue, you heard his stomach growl, making you chuckle with a nod.
âlove you, nanami.â
âwhereâs the âiâ?â
âi looove you, nanamiiiii!â
âi love you too, (name).â
reposting and translating my works are allowed, but please do not claim my writing as your own. this was written by @aidensixeye.
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Hi! I saw you were doing Jim Hawkins requests so here I am!
Can we have Jim x gn!reader who is a musician and frequently performs at the Inn? and so as reader spends more time there Jim ends up crushing on them?
(Bonus points if reader ends up writing a song abt Jim agsgsgaga)
Summary: Music was a language understood throughout the entire galaxy. Hopefully the cute boy working at the Inn you performed at finally gets the message you were trying to send him through your song. Pairing: Jim Hawkins x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. A/N: Tooth-rotting aching fluff. Thats what I wrote here. Not that I'm complaining. :P And yes I did write the poem or song or bunch of words that I thought would make a good song? I dunno. Hope you enjoy!
"Alright then Mrs Hawkins! Everything is set up and ready to go for tonight's grand re-opening." You called out, jumping down from the ladder where you were hanging another streamer from the ceiling. Sarah Hawkins glanced up from where she had been finalizing the menu. "It looks amazing y/n, though honestly I would prefer if you call me Sarah instead, you've been working at the Inn for so long now." She said with that soft maternal smile you always wore.
You shrugged, pushing your hands in your pockets. "I could, but I've been calling you Mrs Hawkins, or Mrs H for so long now it would seem weird." You admitted, a sheepish smile pulling at your lips. Sarah stood from her seat and approached you with her arms out. You eagerly accepted the hug. "Oh I can't believe its been so long. Nearly seven years and here you still are. My best musician." The praise had you rolling your eyes a little, though it didn't stop the blush to form on your cheeks.
"I'm your only musician Mrs H." You reminded her, to which the older woman simply laughed and tapped your nose playfully. "Because you're the best. So why would I need anyone else?"
With that Sarah walked towards the kitchen, hoping to wrap up the last of the food items to be cooked for that night's party.
The re-opening of the Benbow Inn.
You had been just as devastated as Sarah when it had burned down. The Inn had become something of a sanctuary for you. A place where you could come and just be yourself, and not have to put up a strong front given your lack of family.
Oh you had a family. A father who preferred to work before drowning away whatever sorrows he had in alcohol. Leaving you to fend for yourself from a rather young age.
You had begun to do little odd jobs to try and earn some money. School was free, as was the lunch that they served, and you bought clothes from the cheapest shop possible.
But what you really wanted the money for, was to get a new piano. Or really any musical instrument.
Music was everything for you. It was your way to express all that you felt. Not to mention it was the only connection you had to your mother.
She had taught you everything you knew when she had been alive. Every note, every song, ever key, every symphony, it was all her.
You had her old piano at home. And when your father wasn't home you would try your best to coax a tune out of the instrument. It was old and needed quite a few repairs and tuning, but that cost a lot of money.
So, you did odd jobs to try and come up with that.
But it wasn't until you had seen an ad in the newspaper, inquiring after a musician who could play at an Inn, did you ever think of working while playing music.
You had rushed to the address, and after a short meeting with the owner, and a few demos of you playing on the piano there, which was in much better condition then your own, you were hired.
And you loved every moment of it.
Not just because you got to play for hours on end, but also because Sarah Hawkins, was an amazing boss. She had taken one look at your pinched face and skinny body, and had thrown in a free hot meal during your work hours. You had tried to tell her no, but the woman had insisted. So, you opted to help out in the kitchen whenever things would get too busy at the Inn.
But, primarily, you played the piano, contributing to the light and fun atmosphere of the Inn, and generally pleasing the patrons. You played tunes from all over the galaxy, and everyone had requests.
The best part about working at the Inn though?
You met Jim Hawkins.
You had seen him around school before, and you were a little embarrassed to admit, but you did have a crush on him. He was cute, not to mention cool and smart.
Working at the Inn, which you had no idea his mother owned, gave you the chance to get to know him better. Talk to him, and just be around him.
And though you had been a little nervous at first, slowly that had all changed, and the both of you became friends.
Well he was your friend whom you had a crush on.
Little did you know, you were also the friend he had a crush on.
Not that either of you would come out and say it out loud. Besides you barely had time to do anything other then work at the Inn, school and take care of things at home. You didn't have time for boys.
But then Jim found a strange round map and pirates burned the Inn down in search of it.
You were made aware of it all the next morning when you arrived for work and was met with the charred skeletal remains of the place you thought of as your second home. Devastation snaked under your skin and settled into your heart. A gasp of horror fell from your lips as you thought of Mrs Hawkins and Jim.
Had they made it out?
Luckily one of the fire squad patrons were nearby and informed you that they were safe were staying with a friend. With the address memorized you raced towards your destination on the scooter you and Jim had scraped from the junkyard and fixed.
Or rather you had stood to the side while he fixed it.
Though you'd been told they were alive, you didn't believe it.
And wouldn't believe it until you saw them both for yourself.
You banged on the door of the rather large estate, pushing past Dr. Doppler as soon as he opened the door. Voices from down the corridor had you racing down the polished floors with the good Doctor at your heels.
The moment you burst through the doors and saw both Jim and his Mother sitting around a small table, a strange sound escaped you. One that was a combination of several emotions, but the only one you were able to properly comprehend was the relief that coursed through your veins.
Though it was nothing compared to the elation you felt once you had calmed down and had engulfed both of them in a hug that remade your heart.
It didn't take too long for everything to be explained, and though you were a little unsure of the expedition, you didn't voice it. Not when Jim got so excited talking about it. You could see that Sarah shared your uncertainty as well, but then she didn't say anything either. Once the older woman had excused herself to get to bed, and Dr. Doppler had wandered off to gather more books and such for the journey ahead, you turned your attention to Jim.
"You sure this is a good idea Jim? I mean chasing a story never ends well." But Jim only held up the round orb which you had learned was the map to Treasure Planet. "Y/n, this thing is proof that its more then just stories. And like I told Mom, with that treasure we can build a new Inn. We can even fit it with the piano you've always wanted."
A little taken aback that he would want to share the treasure with you and actually buy something you would love surprised you. You blinked but pushed that feeling aside in favor of continuing the conversation. "Treasure and truth aside, Jim are you sure? I mean your mom will be all alone." You said, glancing in the direction of the door where Sarah had walked out of an hour or so ago.
Had it really been that long since they'd been talking?
Jim frowned. "What do you mean she'll be alone? Won't you come and visit her?" He asked, the confusion clear on his face. You blinked, mouth falling open in surprise. "Wa-wait, of course I'll come visit her-" You began, only to be cut off by him. "Then she won't be alone. I know you'll take care of her while I'm gone."
You stared.
How was it possible that one boy could cause your heart to stop and then restart again?!
And with the way he was looking at you with those wide eyes!
You groaned. "You're doing it again." You grumbled, shoving him back by his face. Jim laughed, knowing exactly what you meant, having used the tactic before. "I know, but I also know I don't have to convince you because you'll come anyway."
Rolling your eyes you kicked at his legs from under the table. "Yeah, yeah. Just-" You trailed off, biting your lower lip and glancing at the table before looking back up at him.
"Just be careful. I don't want to loose you too."
The light of the fire hid the blush that blazed across your cheeks, though it didn't diminish the worry in your eyes. Jim, now wearing a serious expression, reached out to take your hand and give it a comforting squeeze.
"You won't. I promise."
You lived with that promise through the months he was gone.
And when he returned, triumphant and the hero he was always meant to be, you had hugged him as tightly as you could. To your delight, where he had always held back a little when it came to hugs, this one was unrestrained and just as eagerly given as it was received.
Now here you were, settling onto the bench as the party-goers quietened down so that you would begin to play. Sarah had spared no expense, and had even bought you a new dress for the occasion. You'd been reluctant at first, but a nudge from Jim had you accepting the dress.
What you had truly been eager for, was to play on the piano once again.
True to his word, Jim had bought the piano you had wanted for so long. You'd very nearly kissed the boy right then and there, but had settled for a hug that toppled him over.
Though you did sneak in a peck to the cheek before you continued to coo over the instrument.
And now you would get to play a rather special song on it.
One that you had written yourself during the months Jim had been away. This song was your love letter to the boy you had fallen in love with.
What they said was true.
Absence made the heart grow fonder.
And it hadn't taken you long to realize that your feelings for your friend went beyond that of simple friendship.
As you played a few experimental keys, your eyes drifted to where Jim stood in his brand new Academy uniform next to his Mother. His encouraging smile was all you needed.
You began to play.
And then you began to sing.
A big surprise since you hardly ever sang in public.
Let me keep you where my belief lies For if I do not become yours I shall never belong to anyone
The words had come to you, late at night when you had been in bed, your heart aching with how much you missed him.
Wherever should the wind take you I wish to be by your side
You had always known Jim would soar higher then anyone you could ever to know. You just hoped that he would allow you to remain by his side when he did.
These winds may be fleeting Carry us to places never before explored But I do not care so long as you are with me And I with you
Anything to be with him. To be beside him and share in his next adventure. Even if it meant staying behind and waiting for him to come back to you.
Whatever memories that we create They shall remain with us forevermore For in them my true strength lies That helps me get through the day and the nights
And those memories of you both, going about your lives, getting in trouble, digging through the junkyard with him, him sitting to listen to you practice for hours on end? They had been what had helped you get through the days and nights.
The very essence of my thoughts Exist because of you and for you With every caress of the wind I can hear your name echoing all around me
Where your gaze had been trained on the ivory keys as your finger danced along them, now they raised up. Only to find Jim standing next to your beside the piano. Watching you with a strange look in his eyes. One that you had never seen in them before Why does your face resemble my dreams? Perhaps you weren't mine yesterday Nor will you be mine tomorrow But you are mine today
The final keys of the song died as your fingers stilled. But you weren't done.
Not yet.
"For all my love is yours." You barely sang the final lyric as you stood up, whispering the words instead as Jim reached out and gently took your hand.
He smiled at you.
And you smiled at him.
The assembled guests burst into applause. But neither of you truly noticed. He leaned in, and you closed your eyes as he drew closer.
His lips found yours, and you knew.
Your fears were unfounded.
For you would never loose him.
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.°Ë⧠part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°Ëâ§
tags: arguing, enemies to lovers, sick!reader, sleepy!abby, yelling on the street, readerâs ex gf, implied doing the deed VAGUELY in like one sentence, more to be added
there will be only ONE more part of this lil story, since iâm afraid of dragging it on for too long!! i might write smth more abt ellie/dina/jesse in this au, but thatâll be it i think! iâll be starting a smau soon tho :>
PART1 â PART3 â NSFWHC â N(SFW)HC
⢠after that first awful meeting, abby was ready to give you a piece of her mind. later that day, after a hectic day at work amplified her irritation, she couldnât hold back.
⢠she knocked on your door, red-eyed and raging, just hoping to get the conversation over with before she could finally rest in the comfort of her home.
⢠on the other hand, you were nervous; you cleaned your entire house, took one of those tiring âeverything showersâ and got dressed in a casual but put together outfit, hoping your mysterious blonde neighbor would appreciate it
⢠your first mistake was thinking abby would be softened by a cute outfit and some vanilla candles
⢠abby wasnât impressed at all. she thought your lilac baby tee was too tight and that your perfume was too sweet. you were annoyingly artistic and carefree in her eyes, unserious to a fault. all the traits that sheâd been taught to look down on
⢠so naturally, she chewed you up and spat you out.
âyou need to start being more thoughtful, you arenât living in the middle of a forest with nobody around!â
âand these parties? do you have to play the music that loud?! and who even are those people?!â
âdonât get me started on the singing and the overplayed songs you always go for. what do you even do for work?!â
⢠that was the drop that overfilled the cup and made the coquettish gaze you were sending your hot neighbor turn cold. complaining for ten minutes non stop about your loudness wasnât an issue. in fact, you were planning on dialing it down for the cute, frustrated doctor.
⢠but coming after you job? the thing you were extremely passionate about? no way youâd let that slide.
âwhat the fuck is your problem, huh?!â
â⌠my problem?!â
⢠and so the two of you kept arguing on the street for the next forty minutes, neither side letting up, until the couple that lived next to you peeked their heads out the window and yelled at you to quiet down, ironically enough.
⢠abby eyed you one last time, disheveled and agitated. she brushed loose blonde hairs out of her face and pulled her keys out, walking over to the steps that lead to her house.
⢠you were pouting; this didnât go as planned. you watched as she unlocked the door, her unforgiving gaze meeting you one last time before she left you with a final statement for the night, before she slammed her front door hard enough to shake both of your homes
âyou better be quiet from now on. or else.â
⢠you obviously didnât care at all what abby thought after this⌠interesting meeting, so you decided to be louder than before (if that was even possible)
⢠the following week consisted of the same old routine, over and over again. you would play the piano loudly, sing late into the night and invite friends over (even an ex girlfriend, making sure to moan extra loud that night)
⢠which annoyed abby to no end, of course. she calmed down to the best of her abilities, and decided to look at her options. she could call the police, but that was too far. you were still neighbors and she didnât want to risk getting a bad reputation with other neighborhood residents. and talking to you didnât help at all.
⢠so she settled on writing notes. every morning before leaving for work, blondie would leave a passive aggressive message taped to your front door, smirking as she did.
⢠she knew they would annoy you since she made sure to make them related to your job or your music taste or whatever she thought would make your blood boil.
⢠but you were unbothered and patient, choosing to save the notes in a box under your bed. all of then made rounds in various group chats since you were complaining to everybody and their mother that your neighbor (now known as abigail) was the worst.
⢠what made you show up at abbyâs door was a message that read: âmaybe you should learn how to sing before doing it this late. much love, your next door neighbor abigailâ
⢠you didnât find this note. however, your ex did, showing it to you as she laughed at how silly it was. you played along, laughing as embarrassment ate at your pride slowly.
⢠itâs safe to say that rekindling your romance with said ex didnât go well
⢠that night, you slammed your balled up fists on abbyâs door, ready to take action against her pushing your buttons with these notes. being embarrassed in the comfort of your own presence was different than being teased by someone you dated in the past
⢠abby opened the door, groggy and hollow eyed. she was wearing a dark blue pajama set, silken and fitted, and she had her neatly brushed hair let down. sheâs still so prim and proper, even when sheâs sleeping, you think
âwhaddya need, sweetheart?â
⢠the way abby spoke made you feel like your brain became scrambled. sweetheart?! where did that come from?! you quickly snapped back from your dazed gaze set on her lips and retorted:
âwhatâs up with these notes, huh?!â
âthey got you to stop, didnât they? youâve been awfully quiet all day today, unlike whatever you attempted to do last night.â
⢠you heated up from humiliation once again- so she did hear you and your ex! you stumble over words, crossing your arms defensively as you looked away, which gave abby enough time to rub the sleep out of her tired eyes
âkeep up with the quietness and we might even get along. is that all for tonight?â
⢠you let out an annoyed âhmph!â and ran back to your door, sending abby a heated gaze as you yelled a âgoodnight!â over your shoulder. the blonde shrugged and went back inside, unaffected and ready to sleep. you, on the other hand, started up with your noisy nighttime routine of trying to write the perfect song; you even opened the windows to make sure your neighbor heard you.
⢠and so, this routine continued on for the next few days; you would open all the windows, sing loudly, play music at full volume, hell- you even banged pots and pans just to get your point across
⢠who did she think she was, telling you to be quiet in your own home?!
⢠abby kept up with her newfound tradition of leaving you notes, some long and some short. she prayed you wouldnât pop up around the corner; facing you head on was a tad intimidating to her, but she would never admit that it was because of your attractive face and soothing singing voice. so, naturally, she kept complaining to her friends when they went out for coffee and rolled her eyes whenever sheâd hear you sneeze loudly though the walls you shared.
⢠but then, much to abbyâs delight, the crescendo next door stopped completely. the woman went on with her routine, choosing to ignore the eerie silence she was met with every day since last week. were you even alive?
⢠she noted that you werenât picking up her daily warnings either, and they had piled up on your doorstep after the fourth day of the absence of noise. on the fifth day, abby received an unexpected knock on her door.
⢠opening it revealed you, much to her surprise. snotty, sweaty, in a tiny t-shirt and a pair of suede shorts in late november new york cold, shaking as you tried to clear your throat.
⢠for the fist time since you two met, abby felt her heart squeeze because of some tight, uncomfortably soft and fuzzy feeling. a mixture of pity and the urge to coo at your sickly appearance bubbled up and made her gulp- had you always been this⌠helpless? meek?
⢠⌠cute?
⢠all of these thoughts that crawled their way into abbyâs head were solidified with one nasally question asked by you:
â⌠do you have any tylenon?â
#abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#tlou#wlw#abby anderson x y/n#tlou x reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x you#abby the last of us#the last of us#ellie williams#sapphic#abby anderson headcanons
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Hey, can I request an angst story with Bill and reader (the reader is female) abt crazy fans please? Like them (Bill and the reader) admitting somewhere (idk maybe in an interview for a magazine) that they almost broke up because of that (maybe reader's fanbase is known for being "too much" sometimes like following the reader everywhere, being so in love with her etc)
(Also could the story take place in the 2000s please?)
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i like this one im actually excited abt writing this one shot
btw im so sorry for late reply AHSJHFKDHDK please expect ill take like AT LEAST a week to answer yalls request bc im busy as hell w school đđ love u guys pls understand
and again this aint entirely proof read
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Pairing: Bill Kaulitz x Fem Reader
Genre: Angst, Mostly fluff
Warnings: Stalking, mention of nonconsensual touching, very embarrassing storytime from bill
Request Status: closed :(
âŠÂ°ď˝Ąâ⸠đ§âŽ I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance
(Time set back in late November of 2007)
Being a famous actress since as a child was unbelievably tough.
You had worked so hard and expertly; you didn't even have time to spend your childhood properly.
Just at the age of 19 and you've finished numerous movies and series. A true self-made millionaire, really.
You and your ravenette boyfriend are currently doing an interview for a night show.
"So ____, wow! After a long pause from doing films you're finally gonna have one showing soon! How is it like? Being back and all; being the talk of the country."
In the past one and a half year you hadn't done any projects since you've decided to take a break for yourself. And now you're once again busy taping with film staff and directors for your new and upcoming Teenage Romance movie.
Rest assured it's not your typical boy-meets-girl or vice versa and they do sappy sweet stuff and get together kind of film; it has its own uniqueness that will surely be called as "One of 2000s greatest Teen Romance movies of all time."
"Oh, I feel great Hanna. I had a deserving break and I'm back to doing one of the things I love most. I'm even happier because I got my lover and his band to sing the theme song for the movie." You truthfully answered and chuckled by the end of your statement.
"How about you Bill? How are things with your band?" Hanna included Bill to the conversation.
At that, he smiled politely. "Everything's great with us y'know, we're still together and all. Which I'm grateful for."
After a few more minutes for pep talk; the blonde interviewer finally decided to get onto the exciting part of the show.
"And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for! Dunk Tank!" Hanna smiled widely at the selected crowd.
"Where in this game; you will pick someone from the crowd who will accompany you with this game.
Your selected teammate will ask any question they want; to which you will answer, and if you don't want to then they'll get a chance to throw a ball on the target. Where if they hit it, you'll fall down the tank."
Hanna excitedly announced despite having done this for the nth time.
"____ and Bill, play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first."
You knew you'd beat Bill since every single time you played it - he'd miserably lose.
"Oh, I'm confident in winning this one!" you proudly say.
"Just because you've beat me all the other times we played this, doesn't mean I'll lose now!" Bill accepted your challenge and laughed.
He was right. He won for the very first time.
"Oh my God! Did I seriously win?!" your black clothed boyfriend exclaimed.
"I only let you win this time because I felt sorry." you playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk.
"Whatever, I'm gonna choose now." he giggled and stepped closer to the crowd.
His fan girls were screaming at the top of their lings, begging to be chosen by him.
No, you weren't jealous. Not one bit. Sometimes Bill would even complain about you not being possessive of him from time to time and would think you're not as in love as he thought.
It's cute, really. Then you'll show him how much you love him through actions rather than words.
Bill chose a girl who seemingly looked two or three years younger.
The joyous girl screamed in surprise; "Oh my god! What?! Me??! SERIOUSLY??"
It made Bill giggle, "Yes, you! Now get down here!"
A body guard helped the girl down; and when she was no longer at the stairs she rushed Bill to hug him but abruptly stopped. "Hi oh my god you're more beautiful up close! Can I hug you?!" she says excitingly.
It made your heart flutter just how kinder your boyfriend's fans are compared to yours.
To say your fan base is crazy is an understatement. Many would harass you through nasty words or touching you with no consent; it didn't matter if they did that out of how much they "love" you, it was still disgusting.
"Um, yeah. Sure!" he hesitantly looked at you; his eyes asking for permission. To which you subtly nodded.
Again, your heart melted by how he's making sure you're okay with it. Honestly, you very much understood that being famous would mean people wanting to hug you or any form of physical contact. Plus, it's not like you can say no to Bill from hugging a fan; you'd be a scandal. And you knew Bill wouldn't have any other choice as well.
He wrapped an arm over her shoulders while she fully embraced him. Okay, you're a teensy bit jealous especially by the way she's holding him like he's her man.
But that was soon washed away when she turns to you.
"Hi! What's your name sweetie?" Hanna asked and put a mic on her mouth.
"My name is Pauline!"
Before Hanna could say anything further, Pauline beat her to it.
"____!! I'm such a big fan of you too! I've been watching your movies since forever." saying she's over the moon is definitely an understatement! This will definitely be a core memory.
Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around her back and squeezed her. This girl is definitely one of the most respectable and sweetest fan you've ever met.
Was it really low? Yes.
The audience cheered by how sweet you and Bill had been to the girl and by how jealous they were.
As Bill and Hanna chattered about God knows what; the girl leaned closer to you in order to ask a favour which no one can hear.
"Can I ask you to shout out my brother? He has a huge crush on you!"
"Sorry darling but we're in the middle of a show right now. How about later I ask the staff to send you to the backstage? Then I'll give him my magazine with an autograph, and if you have a camera with you - you can video me saying hi to him!" you came up with a resolution.
Was it over the top? You didn't know and you didn't care. You're just fleeting with joy by how this girl isn't like any other of your fans.
"Seriously? You'd do that for me and my brother?" she gasped.
"Well, yeah. I mean it's not always that I have such nice interactions with people who are a fan."
"Okay lovebirds what are you two talking about there?" Hanna teased with a smirk and Bill playfully pouted.
"Nothing, nothing" you laughed and held Bill's arm as the crowd laughed and cheered.
"If you say sooo." she replied. "Alright, your turn to pick!"
You carefully looked around the crowd and walked five steps of the stairs to get a better view of the people on the back. A fifteen year old boy was holding a banner stating "Bill's No.1 Boy", it was cute, really. So you planned to steal your boyfriend's fan! (this a joke dont hate reader pls)
"The ginger at the back with the banner please." you said to the mic.
The boy squeeled in delight and threw his banner somewhere before running down to you. Your arms opened for an embrace which he immediately jumped into.
"What's your name?" you put the mic to his mouth as you both carefully went down the stairs and back to the stage.
"Sam, I'm Sam! My name is Sam!" his rather high pitched voice said.
"Okay, Sam. I know you're Bill's fan so I'm gonna have to steal you, that okay?"
"Hey, no fair!" Bill patted the boy's head and shot a smile at him.
This moment for him is definitely a core memory and will brag about it to every living human he sees.
"Now, who wants to go first in the tank?" Hanna asked.
"I'll do it" Bill says excitingly.
They agreed and the staff helped him get up. Once he were seated and adjusted in the circular surface; he challenge you.
"Ask a good one!"
"Ohohoo, we definitely will!" you smirked.
You turn to Sam and ask him without the mics near your faces; "What're you gonna ask your idol?"
"Oh uhmm, I don't really know." he says bashfully.
"Maybe his most embarrassing moment?"
"That'll work, definitely." you smile supportively and fist bumped him.
"Bill, you read?!" Hanna exclaimed.
"Born ready!!"
"Alright Sam, ask away!"
"What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?" Sam asked with twinkles in his eyes.
"Oh, definitely when me and ____ weren't dating yet; she threw a sleepover party and she invited me and my mates, and there were three bathrooms, right? The three were being used and in one of those bathrooms it was Tom using it, and I had to rush him because I really needed to take a shit, like I couldn't hold it any farther!
So he went out really pissed and I pushed him off the door and quickly shut it and went right into business."
Bill paused and tried to compose himself as the crowd started to get louder.
"And when I washed and pushed the flush button - It wouldn't flush! So I got really scared because I just shit in my crush's toilet and I can't let anyone know that I'm the one who did it. So i looked around and saw a pack of pads so I took one of them; and forced myself to dip my hand down to grab it and I almost puked!
I look around and see there's no trash bin. So I panic again, and eventually decided I'll just rush down to throw it in the garbage in her garage. I quickly make a run for it and almost bumped into ___"
He now covered his hands in shame and embarrassment. "And she saw the pad in my hand! So she asked me like, 'Is that a pad?' and I'm like yes and so she asks whose it is...... and I said it's mine....."
You know of this story long ago; and it just gets better and better whenever you think or hear of it.
The audience and interviewer roared with laughter; as well as the staff behind and securities who tried to contain their smiles.
"I wish I never asked!" Sam wiped his tears from laughing too hard.
"Get down here Bill! That was too much!" Hanna's cheeks started to hurt, "Sorry to the viewers who are eating."
Bill went down immediately and squeezed the living life out of you. He does this whenever he's feeling embarrassed or nervous, and calls it his "Physical Support" from you.
"You should've let yourself get thrown in the water!" you giggled and hugged him back before he pulled away with a red face.
"Next goes ____!"
Once you were seated and made yourself comfortable on the seat; you tell them you're ready.
It was Pauline's turn to question whatever she wishes. "____, what do you think of your fans?"
She asks sincerely; she must've noticed something by the way you're like to your fan base and to Bill's. A part of you wished she hadn't asked but you've been dying to let the creepers out there know that whatever they'd been doing to you for a long long time - greatly affects you, especially as a young stat growing up in this sort of industry.
You rarely held any meet and greet, rarely had photos with fans where you look actually comfortable and where they weren't touching your waist or hips or near your ass - and ones where you do look comfortable it was mostly with girls or kids, which was not as often as when you do with the rest; who are pedophiles and creepy boys.
Of course you've always been nice when interacting with them; you didn't want to be rude and only wanted to be kind.
Definitely, there were times when you couldn't take it and couldn't do anything about it - other than cry and complain in your lover's arms.
You're forever thankful to have someone like him; he'd always listen to whatever you say and support everything you do.
Not realising; you zoned out quite a bit and snapped out of it when Bill called out your name with worry that he's trying to mask from everyone.
"Oh-, well, obviously I love them so much, if it weren't for them I wouldn't have succeed this much - of course the people who helped me get up in this industry as well.
I truly do appreciate their love and support, seriously. But quite the number of them are uh, how do I say this." you nervously chuckled as everyone listened intently to the tea you're telling.
"Crossing my boundaries? Yes, uh- that." you say not quite satisfied with the word you chose. It was evident that it's worse than just that but the safest.
"We all know people would cross it by taking unsolicited pictures of you, that's given because you're a celebrity, but are there some other ways they would? If you don't mind me asking of course." Hanna carefully asked.
You smiled softly, "Well a few have stalked me to my house - which I dunno how the hell they did so and took pictures of me and they'd send it to me and tell me how they thought of me. Some leave love letters, flowers, food in front of my gate, sent death threats to my exes when I was dating them and even now to my Bill." you left the worse parts out since you didn't want half of the world to be talking about your most private part of life. What you're even telling them now is a whole lot.
"Wow.. we all knew your fan base could get a bit crazy judging from all the videos we see and the news, but not by this much!" Hanna says empathetically.
"It happens, I guess." you try to laugh it off. However, Bill looked at your hues with his that sent the message of "Are you okay?"
In which yours replied with "I'm not okay."
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The game went on a for it was Pauline's turn to the dunk tank, then Sam's.
You continued your cheery self through the whole taping and told yourself you'll regret what you said later in your dressing room. Bill kept his distance close to you and would caress your hand or shoulder as a sign of support - as well as slipping a "How're you holding up?" every now and then.
If there were billions of ways to show gratitude to this man; you'd do every single one of it to him.
After the agonizing show was over; you and Bill kissed Hanna's cheeks as a goodbye and thank you. To which she said back to you both as well and wished to see you soon.
As you made your way to the dressing room in silence with your fingers intertwined with Bill's; you abruptly stop in your tracks.
"I almost forgot I have to sign a magazine for Pauline!"
Your lover looked confused for a second "What? Why?"
"I kinda promised Pauline I'll just sign a magazine for her brother because she asked me to shout him out while taping." you let a small huff and loosened your grip on your boyfriend's slender hand. "How about I'll see you later in the van? You can wait for me there instead if I haven't been back by five minutes."
Bill smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked your lips and lovingly looked into your eyes for a moment before heading to his dressing room.
Quickly; you asked a staff to bring Pauline to your dressing room to give her an autograph - to which they agreed to. Thankfully.
While they did that, you strided to your room and grabbed your magazine and marker - which immediately after doing so, a knock was heard on your door.
You hand held the paper as the other gripped the violet ink marker. When you did, you were greeted by a Pauline smiling widely with a camera on her right hand.
"Hi!" she says excitingly.
You greet back and quickly hugged her, "I see you have a camera with you."
"Oh, yes, uhm.. I was wondering if i can take a video of you signing an autograph? So my brother would believe me that it really is from you." she nervously giggled. "I might or might now have pranked him once by giving him a fake autograph."
"Yeah, sure. What's your brother's name?" you say softly.
"It's Percy." she answers as she readies her camera.
"Alright, is it rolling?" you ask with a smile on your face. Pauline says yes with a grateful smile; grateful for being how considerate and kind you are.
"Hi Paul! So I heard from your sister that you're a fan? Too bad you didn't come with her." you looked behind the camera to Pauline.
"And I heard she gave you a fake autograph of mine? Well now, you're getting a real one, and this is the proof." you say still giggling as you signed the magazine.
"There, and keep the pen. I gotta go now, bye and love you!" you say as you waved goodbye and gave your iconic kiss blow alongside a wink.
Once Pauline returned the camera back to her bag; she immediately thanked you.
"I'm serious - thank you thank you sooo much! And uh.. I'm really sorry if what I asked earlier was too personal. I really am. I was just curious and didn't thoroughly before it slipped my mouth." she noticed the change of the atmosphere long ago. Even if she's just fifteen, she knew how to read the room well.
"Aw, sweetie.. it's nothing." you pat her shoulder, "It's fine I tell ya, also I better get going - you should too, it'll get dark in just two hours. Bye bye and stay safe!" you wave goodbye as she still exclaimed thank you's as she walked backwards towards the exit.
(that footage is definitely gonna go viral after many years)
In a light speed; you gathered your essential belongings and had your personal assistant help you carry your other belongings to the van; to which Bill noticed through the windows that you're carrying back pack and a purse and immediately helped you despite having it under perfect control.
He opened the door for you and let you in first before him and closed the door. Your personal assistant sat in the passenger seat next to the driver, while you and your beloved were at the very back despite the space up front.
You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his above yours while he held your hand with both of his; tracing every outline, massaging it, and kissing it once in a while.
"R'you okay now?" Bill mumbled and kissed your head.
"Yes, hon. I'm great actually.. thanks so much for being there, I love you so much." you turn your head to face his and pecked his lips.
"I love you more than you'll ever know, I'm glad you're okay." he smiled genuinely and kissed you deep and passionate.
You returned to your head's original position and fell to sleep; not caring if tomorrow, you'll be the town's talk.
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Hello! Is it alright if I request Jade with this prompt: "don't be so scared! it's not my blood!â for your New Years event? Also, could that actually calm the s/o down? I feel like that statement is always used when someone freaks out afterwards.
so it IS almost october. but i'm backkk and going through my inbox finally </3 better late than never right???
anyways. enjoy? hopefully? i'm still warming back up on writing twst. sorry abt the wait :( there should be a good amount of content coming between me going through old asks and twstober coming up (first five already done! vvv excited)
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ËĘâĄÉË for my new years event ËĘâĄÉË
character: jade leech, twst
contains: yandere themes, gn reader, reader is yuu
"Don't be so scared, it's not my blood." Jade assured calmly, watching as your eyes went wide when they landed on his current state - uniform rumpled with blood splattered across his front. "I'm just fine, my dear. No need to fret."
He could laugh as you visibly relax, not concerned in the slightest as to why there was blood on him, as long as it wasn't his. If he wasn't so enamored with you, he'd be worried for your willingness to take things at face value. He knew you knew that Monstro Lounge wasn't exactly the well-meaning establishment that it fronted as, but did you really think all his little squabbles were just him taking care of business?
Well, it wasn't like you'd be entirely wrong. Most of those he dealt with were the ones who couldn't uphold contracts they agreed to.
However, it wasn't exactly all of them. How could it be, when there were so many people coveting what wasn't theirs?
You were well-known throughout the school, and worse, you were kind. It was no wonder that you had the ill-mannered NRC students falling for you at every turn, especially with all that you had done to help with the overblots.
It was what led him to you, so he couldn't be entirely upset about it.
Especially not when you fussed over him and led him back to Ramshackle, fully intent on making sure that he had no injuries. He didn't have any protests to the matter - acquiescing with a graceful smile and simple words of thanks, watching you with dark eyes.
Really, if he could spend time like this with you, who was he to complain about trapping a few extras into Azul's ploys?
He'd do anything, just to be the one you gave your attention to.
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"To the Night we Wed." TrueformSukuna x inexperienced!fem!reader Heian era AU, 4.1k words
A/N: I've never written a fic before and I've never written anything professionally on tumblr... please forgive me if it's not formatted as you're used too! I have no photos to add or how to correctly break the paragraphs/storyline up. Also, there's a part where it goes into depth abt the wedding..! Don't mind it, I added it to make it seem more legit if you get what i mean. @sukunamylovexoxo thank you for listening to me complain while I wrote this :)!
Warning: smut in detail!! minors plz dni! hateful father, and strange language, just in case you don't like either of those!
You are a girl in the Heian era who recently came of age from an honored clan of powerful sorcerers. Unfortunately for you, your cursed energy is extremely low, however not low enough for you to have gained a heavenly pact. You are extremely useless to your clan, being born a woman already ruined your chances at making it far in life. Your father and the head of the clan, your grandfather, were known for marrying off the women if they were anywhere near as useless as you. On your 19th birthday, your wedding night, a monstrous man was sitting on the bed waiting for you.Â
It was a day like any other day, simply learning more calligraphy and practicing your handwriting. There wasnât much more for you to do besides clean and look pretty. you knew everyone in your clan, besides your younger and older sisters, hated you. You were a disgrace to them. Your father came from a long line of powerful sorcerers with extremely high amounts of cursed energy, your mother was an average woman with an average amount of cursed energy from a neighboring clan. It was shocking how a single child could diminish a clanâs reputation.Â
you heard a knock on your thin door. âExcuse me, y/n, your father wishes to speak with youâŚâ It was one of the housemaids. Your father was coming to you? Every morning youâd greet him and receive nothing back. What could be so important? âPlease, come in.â you timidly responded, putting away your calligraphy equipment. The door slid open, and your father slowly entered your room. He made a disgusted face- as if looking at you was bad for his health. It hurt. âHello, y/n.â He coldly greeted you. You understand youâre useless to him, but he could at least pretend he loved you. âI was talking to your grandfather about you and what to do with you. He suggested that we marry you off.â He paused. âI accepted the offer,â He mentioned with indifference. âYouâre getting married in two weeks.â Married? In two weeks? You could feel your heart shatter. âAhâŚâ you quietly let out. âWho will I be wed to?â You were trying to keep a smile on your face. You think he knew it was a front. âHis name is Ryomen Sukuna. Iâm surprised. Out of all your sisters, he picked you.â He scoffed as he turned around. âI expect you to start working on your appearance. I wouldnât want to marry a pig like you.â He left your room. This was the way your conversations would usually go, however rare they were. He couldnât help but insult you. You were left alone with your thoughts as soon as he left your room. You turned eighteen last year. In two weeks, it would be your birthday. Your father didnât know that, of course. Out of your five sisters and two brothers, it was hard to keep track of birth dates. But you knew he never bothered to remember yours.
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Your daily routine usually consisted of waking up at 5:00 in the morning and getting out of bed to eat the breakfast your maid had prepared for you. This week was different. You woke up at 4:50 and noticed your breakfast wasnât at your side. You were a little bit shocked, even when you woke up as early as 4:15, there would still be breakfast ready for you. You got up and decided it would be best not to think about it, after all, you have more important things to do. Your father was so sure that no one would want you as their bride, that he refused to allow the maids to teach you how to be a proper wife. He recently ordered about five of our maids to teach you the correct way to address your soon to be husband, wifely duties, and activities such as washing clothes and cleaning. This was something you werenât looking forward to. you were previously refused such education since your father treated you like the plague. He had no intention of allowing you to touch anything that didnât belong to you, believing you would take away his or your siblings' cursed energy. It was a ridiculous and irrational fear that made you realize you would always be hated by him.
As you were changing out of your sleeping attire, you heard your fatherâs footsteps walking towards your room. You hear a slight knock. âPlease wait a moment!â You blurt out, and quickly return to changing into your daily dress, a simple kimono-esque outfit. âYou may come in.â you reassure him. He slowly opens the door and stays about 15 feet away from you. âRyomen Sukuna will be visiting you today.â He said in a professional way- an uncommon tone. âBe ready in three hours. I expect you to look the best you can.â He closed your door and walked away. Your future husband? Is he truly that eager to meet his wife-to-be?Â
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It was half past seven, twenty minutes before Sukuna was supposed to meet you. Your maids had dressed you in a somewhat formal kimono, more flashy than your daily clothes, but less fancy than a ceremonial outfit. Your silky hair had been done into a lovely bun with unique flowers tied into it. You looked beautiful. You patiently sat on your knees waiting in the main room of your familyâs home. The open space terrified you. Large pillars holding up the roof on each side of you, beautiful paintings on each wall and tatami mats below you. You felt nauseous. Itâs probably because I'm anxious about meeting Sukuna. You rationalize with yourself. You let your thoughts run wild- what type of man could he be? A stoic man with a large frame? A diligent sorcerer focused on the wellbeing of his clan? Or maybe an old man simply moving from wife to wife? Your head was starting to hurt. All of this thinking only stressed you out.
Minutes pass, and your anxiety is increasing. You could feel yourself growing tired, this waiting has made you quite bored. As youâre slowly drifting to sleep, you hear the sound of a door opening- is he here? You quickly open your eyes and sit up straight. Your father rushed to greet him- blocking Sukuna from your view. However, you could see short pink hair, sleeves, and a spear. This was confusing. Who walks around with a spear? You ask yourself, still unable to see all of Sukuna. After about thirty seconds of frantic voices, your father moves to the side of him. Youâre greeted with a large man, at least seven feet tall. You quickly move your eyes around to investigate him more- and see a strange thing on his face. Is that wood..? With eyes on it? You pondered, unable to remove your gaze from him. The eyes blink. A wave of fear is shot throughout your whole body. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before you return to examine him. You see increasingly concerning things- he has four eyes. On the right side, his face consists of a strange wooden textured⌠second face? And on the left, a normal human face- ignoring the fourth eye. You move your eyes down to recognize heâs not wearing a shirt- that's when you notice his markings. Previously, you were too appalled by everything else to see the markings on his face. He had markings on his chest too. You noticed he was wearing baggy pants, tightened around his waist with a black ribbon. You couldnât see his arms- they were covered by the large and loose top he was wearing.Â
You finally stopped inspecting him and stood up. He walked over to you where a low table sat in between the both of you, with a beautiful tea set laying in the middle. You bow as a form of respect and sit back down. He doesnât say anything and takes a seat. Upon closer scrutiny, you notice his arms are abnormally thick. This concerned you. The more you looked at him, the more terrified you became. As you were sitting there and waiting for anyone to speak, you ascertained that he has four arms. Four arms⌠four⌠arms..? You panicked. At this point, you couldnât stop shaking. Your whole body was having a reaction of pure terror. This man is a monster. A simple glance at him could cause anyone to convulse and pass away. âH-Hello, Ryomen Sukuna⌠Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â You say with a shaky voice, your attempt at sounding smooth proved fruitless. He slowly looked up at you. The roles were reversed. Instead of your eyes on him, his eyes were scanning you- everywhere. âThe painting your father showed me wasnât accurate.â He finally growled, sounding a bit disappointed. You could feel your heart squeeze- even your future husband doesnât like you.
You could feel his red eyes staring at you, your face flushed from the overwhelming emotions youâre experiencing. Your father, who was in the room with you and sitting on your side of the table, decided to speak up. âSo, Ryomen Sukuna, I apologize for not asking you earlier, But is there a reason you chose y/n instead of my five other daughters?â He inquired, basically rubbing it in your face that you were the worst choice. You glanced upwards with a slight smile, and noticed Sukuna was shaking his head. âI chose y/n purely because I wanted to.â He said bluntly. He was so straight forward. Your father looked like he wanted to attack him. âAny particular reason?â He prodded Sukuna. You had a feeling that wasnât the best idea, considering how fierce he looked. Sukuna let out a sigh and stared at your father as if he was planning out your fatherâs murder in his head. He adjusted himself and sat in a more comfortable position. âShe looked pretty in the painting.â He once again bluntly responded with a dull expression. âSo does this mean she doesnât look as beautiful as you were expecting her to?â Your father questioned, basically on the edge of his seat. He couldnât take this anticipation. He wanted Sukuna to admit that youâre hideous. âNo. Although the painting isnât accurate to her actual appearance, sheâs still beautiful.â He says with a straight face, almost like what he said was scripted. You looked over to see your fatherâs face. He looked extremely angry.Â
After your first meeting with Sukuna, the next week was extremely dull. You were constantly learning new things about being a wife, and the possibilities of copulation. Since you were always kept in the house, never being allowed to leave the courtyard, you didnât know much about relationships. Besides familial connections, you havenât been exposed to much else. You never got to see what marriage is like due to your motherâs death shortly after giving birth to you. Even then, none of your siblings got married off as quickly as you did, so you were too young to understand what marriage was anyway. Your maids were kind enough to share their experiences with their husbands, letting you know what each of them liked. You felt happy that they were teaching you all of this important information, but you didnât think they knew you were getting married to an anomaly like Sukuna. One week away from your wedding day.
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Each day was passing slower than the next. The sun rose at 4:00 in the morning and you awoke an hour later. You would space out during your lessons, only thinking about Sukuna. You hated to admit it but- he was attractive. Albeit his second set of everything, he still had qualities that made him extremely handsome. His eyes, on the left side of his face, were stunning. They were a lovely red, not too saturated that they looked like rubies, but not too dark that they looked dark brown. They were a perfect mix of light and dark- like the color of blood. Each time he stared at you at your first interaction was filled with a certain type of yearning. You couldnât understand what he wanted, but you could tell he wanted something. His muscles were chiseled and firm, as if he had no body fat whatsoever, and his tall frame made you feel a certain emotion you couldnât quite put your finger on. You loved his beautiful hair, a lovely pink that could only be found on tulips. And his markings, his lovely markings. Those are what intrigued you the most- after his four arms, four eyes and two faces, you just couldnât understand how they were on him. Were they ink? Was he born with them? He drove you crazy, there were so many things you didnât know about him.
Days passed and your birthday finally arrived. You feel youâve learned enough, and youâre prepared to be a dutiful wife. Maids are all around you, getting you dressed in an intricate and traditional gown. It was strikingly red- just like his eyes. You felt a strange sensation in your lower stomach, a fluttering phenomenon. This has been happening to you recently whenever you thought of Sukuna, and it confused you. But it made you feel warm inside, a comforting sensation, so you were fine with the occasional flutter-feeling. While in your room, you could hear the chaos outside. Your younger siblings were eagerly awaiting to see you in your gown, and your two older sisters were helping you. This was the one time your father allowed your siblings to be near you. You considered this to be the happiest and most eventful day of your life. Although your siblings were excited, your father wasnât. He was making sure that your wedding wasnât as extravagant as your other siblingsâ weddings were. Despite the fact you were marrying Ryomen Sukuna, a rumored mass murderer, which you had no idea about, your father only cared about making your life a little bit worse each second.
After going through all of the formalities of a wedding, such as greeting guests, paintings, and feasting, it was time for the actual ceremony. You were sitting in a room with Sukuna in your extremely beautiful kimono, while he was wearing a black kimono- however, nothing was covering his chest. You were observing your family walk onto the isle on the left side, each of them taking a seat on the left side. At the same time, you noticed no one was walking on the left side- the side Sukunaâs family was supposed to walk on. You were confused, and wanted to ask him, but decided itâd be best if you didnât question it. Once your family is finally sitting down, a lovely shinto maiden comes into the room. âY/n, Sukuna, please follow me and allow me to lead you in.â She said with a polite smile and a bow. You get up and slowly follow her, with Sukuna to the right of you. Once youâve reached the entrance, a priest calls upon the benevolent spirits to bless and purify you and Sukuna. Sukuna makes a faint scoff and ignores the priest's actions. After the priest purifies both of you, he starts a ritual prayer to announce to the deities that he seeks protection and blessing for the both of you. Your family stands and bows. After everyone is seated, you and Sukuna complete the sankon-no-gi, despite his reluctance. A shinto maiden enters the room and performs a dance as an offering to the gods. Once sheâs completed the dance, you and Sukuna make your way to the altar where you will read your vows. His vows sound fake and heartless, but you add your name to the end to show that your vows are both âheartfeltâ. After offering the Tamagushi to the gods, you and Sukuna exchange rings. Your ring is a lovely silver with diamonds encased in it, and a dazzling ruby right in the middle. Sukunaâs ring is a normal silver ring with streaks of ruby. Itâs hard to imagine how these were made. Finally, you complete the last few steps of the ceremony. Your father and Sukuna both pushed for no after party, no sort of casual party, since the only attendees would be your family. At this point, the wedding is over, you and Sukuna are ushered to your room. You couldnât help but feel a little uncomfortable.
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Sukuna walks into your room first, his arms crossed. You slowly follow him and shut the door behind you. Once you turn around, you see Sukuna sitting on your bed. Itâs that feeling again. After hearing all of your maidsâ stories with their husbands, you couldnât help but imagine such actions with Sukuna. You felt an unfamiliar throbbing in between your thighs. You couldnât understand what was happening to you. Sukuna just stared at you for a while. âCome here.â He said with a bit of a commanding tone. You practically waddle over to him- not only is the Kimono difficult to walk in, this strange sensation makes you want to avoid rubbing your legs together. Sukuna easily slips off his kimono, revealing his four arms and his magnificent markings that make your heart race. He leans over and wraps you in his arms. Itâs warm. He looks up at you. You recognize that look. He wants something, and you think you know what that something is. You slowly embrace his hug and sit there for an uncomfortable amount of time. Your mind is racing about what to say. You canât properly convey what youâre feeling, and nor can you act on your desires. The most you can do is hug him at this very moment. Eventually, he lets go. Youâre confused for a split second until he easily throws you onto the bed. You were still in your kimono, so movement was difficult for you. Sukuna didnât care, he tore it off of you, thankfully without actually ripping it. You were exposed. Your makeshift bra that didnât look too fancy, only functional, and your panties, average and nothing too extraordinary, were the only things left covering you. You hid your face with your hands out of pure embarrassment. You didnât know how to react.
 Despite your relatively useless attempts at self defense against humiliation, Sukuna grabs your hands and puts them over your head. His hands were abnormally large, just like everything else about him. He was scanning you all over, your slim figure, your hips, your covered but obviously perfect breasts. He still had three arms he could use. This time, he actually tore off your bra and panties. You were laying on your bed, fully exposed to a man you just met two weeks ago and just got married to. You could see the sweat forming everywhere on Sukuna. Neither of you spoke any words. Not only were you too afraid, you just didnât know what to say. Sukuna, on the other hand, was too focused on trying not to hurt your much smaller body. He kept biting his lower lip, most likely as a way to keep himself in check. Watching him like this made the throbbing return again. You could feel some sort of liquid seeping out of you ever so slowly. You noticed an unfamiliar bulge on the lower half of Sukuna. Out of pure curiosity you picked up your leg and poked it with your foot. His face changed with little delay. It looked a bit like he was in pain⌠You didnât understand. You didnât have much time to react before he dove his face onto yours, his mouth on your mouth. Is this kissing? One of the maids mentioned it. You didnât know why, but⌠it filled you with a sort of satisfaction youâve never felt before. You tried reciprocating the kiss, only for you to be an absolute amateur. Sukuna pulls away and takes a few deep breaths. âYouâre horrible at this.â He whispered with a whine, regretting the fact that he pulled away from you. He instantly went back to kissing you, despite your lack of experience. Your hands were still above your head, so you had nothing you could do to defend yourself from any possible moves Sukuna might make. He started to softly grope your breasts, eventually evolving into him using two more hands to play with your nipples. You couldnât think properly, this was too much stimulation for you. Youâve never experienced anything like this before, so to you, Sukuna was extremely skilled. He still had one free hand just resting on your hips. While he was greedily kissing you, as if youâd run away, his hand slithered closer between your thighs. He starts to rub where the throbbing originated. You practically started melting. You didnât know how Sukuna was holding up, but you assumed he wasnât feeling anywhere near as good as you were. And your assumption was correct. Along with the greedy face chewing, he was hard, and he could barely stand it anymore.
 He pulled away and quit rubbing you, using that hand to pull out- something youâve never seen in your life. It was sort of scary, but before you could oppose anything, he shoved it inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan of pain and.. Pleasure? Your ears start to ring ever so slightly, and Sukuna starts mumbling, intermittently interrupted with panting. You maneuver your head around to see what he was doing, and noticed- there were two? Two of those ungodly things? Your head was spinning, but for some ridiculous reason, it made you want him even more. All of the stories your maids told you were running through your head right now. But you were confused about one thing- why he wasnât moving. You were concerned for him, this monster, but you needed to know if he was ok. âS-Sukuna..â You cautiously address. You could barely talk, you felt.. full. âAre you ok..?â you asked with a concerned look on your face. He doesnât answer you. He just stares at you, heavily breathing with eyes he could barely keep open. He lets go of your wrists and puts two hands underneath your back, pulling you to his chest. He was still inside of you, this time slowly moving. You could feel it hit as deep as when he shoved it in. Each thrust of his made your mind go blank. You could hear him praising you, something along the lines of: âYouâre holding up so well for being a virgin..â That was an unfamiliar word. He continued to thrust into you, each thrust getting more and more frantic as time went by. He let go of you and put your back on the bed once more, allowing him to move much more easily. He was going in a relatively rhythmic way, increasing his speed over time. âFuckâŚâ He moaned, pushing his dick deeper inside you with each movement. He was desperate for you. Heâs acting like heâs been abstaining from doing such acts with a concubine for months, preparing for you. Could that be the case? Could he have wanted you for that long? You shake away the thought and focus only on the current events. His breathing was sporadic, you could tell he couldnât handle these feelings for much longer. Though you could barely keep your eyes open, his powerful movements prevented you from properly looking at him, you got glances of his face. It was contorted in a way, but you could tell he was enjoying himself. Two of his hands were tightly gripping your hips as he thrusted into you. He continued to babble incoherent nonsense. You could tell he was close to this epitome of pleasure- something you could feel yourself. Every passing second you felt the build up, only for you to reach the climax when Sukuna allowed you to. Moments later Sukunaâs movements became less and less rhythmic. You could feel a warm sensation inside of you- your body slightly seizing up from the intense feeling you were receiving. Throughout that pure sensation of ecstasy, you felt a hot liquid shoot inside of you. You were slightly puzzled but had a more important thing to focus on. You slowly opened your eyes to Sukuna leaning over you, just staring at you⌠again. I suppose he doesnât have a way with words⌠you thought to yourself. â...Good.â Sukuna muttered, still catching his breath from the rigorous activity you were both performing earlier. âR-Repeat that, please?â You calmly asked, tilting your head to the side to represent your confusion. âYou did good.â verbatim, just this time audible. He pulled himself out of you and got up from the bed. He grabbed his âkimonoâ and his pants, got dressed, and left. You laid there on the mattress, sweaty and uncomfortable. You felt dirty.
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can i request something where a sully!reader overhears loâak complaining/talking shit abt her to tsireya and she becomes distant and upset. thr aonung also overhears and picks on her abt it? then loâak âcomes to the resvurâ but the reader bursts in front of him
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Fem Sully!Reader
Warnings: Just angst. Maybe some self loathe here and there
Thank you Anon for submitting your request. I hope i did you justice and that you enjoy it! I kinda made up the ending since i didnt know if you wanted to be like a fluff end or still angst? So perhaps angst
You had been having a normal day. It was more of the usual Training and trying to form your ways into the life at the sea.
And you hadn't meant for yourself to eavesdrop. It just happened. You had the best relationship with Lo'ak and you thought it was also returned. Two trouble makers trying to make sense in the hierarchy that was your family.
"I just dont get it Tsireya. Its just i do care about Y/n i do. But i would like some time for myself. Its just annoying having to constantly have her loom over me."
"Lo'ak.."
"I just wish sometimes that i could tell her to leave me alone. But she'll stick to me like an unwanted curse"
You could feel the lump on your throat form. Breathing felt painful and you hadn't known why. Was it the hurt or the betrayal? You couldn't really tell.
"But you dont mean that"
"i do! I do Care about my family as i am sure everyone else does! But its annoying to have a constant shadow behind me. Sometimes i wish that she ..she wasn't my sister"
"Lo'ak!"
You didnt even bother to hear the rest. Couldn't even dare. You were hurt. Possibly more to know that this is how Lo'ak felt. And how long exactly? How long had he been coward enough not to tell you face to face. You just couldn't do it. You wouldn't do it. And you were unaware of the pair of eyes that watched you go.
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If Lo'ak had noticed your absence. He hadn't voiced it. You had done your best to avoid being around him as much as possible. And it had been noticeable to the others.
To anyone that had eyes and ears. Your once upbeat but brash personality had dimmed. You avoided Lo'ak as much as possibly taking the time to hang with Neteyam or even Kiri. It had been nice to, really. You didnt know them as much as you knew Lo'ak but even they knew that something was up. The two of you were trouble one and two.
So The lack of the two being in 'good' speaking terms was the biggest thing to have happened since Jake called himself Toruk Makto
"What is wrong?" you would constantly hear Neteyam ask you and yet you brushed him off.
Everything was perfectly fine. It had to be. So you wouldn't be too much of an annoyance.
"How the mighty have fallen"
You dreaded that voice. You hadn't exactly known that Ao'nung had heard Lo'ak's complaints but he did. And he was like a plague repeating the same stuff over and over again.
"Ao'nung. What ever do you mean?" Neteyam would unfortunately ask before you can divert attention from him.
"Talking about Y/n here. Once not long ago would have bitten my head off and now look at her"
He was right. Without Lo'ak to bounce off of. You no longer had any bite to your threats.
"This little nuisance Has really fallen"
"Do not call her that"
"oh but it wasn't me who did. Now was it Y/n?"
You wanted to gag. Wanted to have Eywa take you now and never let you see the light of day.
"no...it wasn't"
Neteyam just watched your face drop. Finally piecing it together. "oh ill go talk to him"
"no! i dont want that Neteyam. I dont want anything to do with him as he doesn't want anything to do with me"
"makes him sick. Like an unwanted curse" Ao'nung had commented back.
You could only bite back your tears.
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From that point on. You had endured the negative feeling any time you saw Lo'ak make an attempt at talking with you. You had endured Ao'nung torture.
And it was a peaceful night before you heard Ao'nungs laugh behind you. You didnt even process him. Not that you cared enough.
Not anymore.
So long in thought and watching the waves go by that you hadn't realized Lo'ak Was here. Standing up for you.
No. You didnt need him.
" I dont need you to fight my battles you know?"
"I cant sit here and watch him berate you like this!"
"Thats rich coming from you!"
You couldnt hold it in anymore. Nothing in your body wanted more than to make him hear you. Make him see you for what you were.
"as i recall i was always "like an unwanted curse"
you could see him mentally slap himself. Throw in a shit as he finally understood why you've been so...standoffish around him.
"i dont need you in this moment to fight for me"
"Listen Y/n, i was-"
"I dont care! I dont care okay? What ever it was that made you hate me. Whatever it was that made you despise me i dont care!" You finally broke. You didnt care who stood and watched. You certainly couldn't bat an eye at Ao'nung who was watching this entire thing.
" I have spend my entire life doing and saying the things you want me to say to please The people around us. To please Dad and mom. To make Neteyam get off our back to cover for the mess you always make"
You couldn't care to voice your words nicely. You had enough.
"i've had about Enough of Always following in your shadow! Ive had it with always having to Take the fall with you when i only wanted to spend time with you without nearly dying or getting someone injured. there are not enough words to voice the pain i felt when you said you had enough of me. When i never been enough for our Father."
You choke on a sob wiping your eyes
"and I'm not going to sit by and not be enough for you!"
And you wouldn't be enough. But you were enough for yourself. And that would be okay. And Lo'ak had all the time in the world to make it up to you.
you didn't know how or when or what he would do. But That was enough for today
#avatar the way of water#atwow angst#atwow headcanons#lo'ak angst#Lo'ak#lo'ak x reader#but like siblings?#Ao'nung#neteyam#lo'ak sully#avatar loak#atwow imagines#atwow x reader
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HIII!! How are you!! I hope your doing well today^^ I hope you wouldnât mind me sending a request today! Also if this request is to hard for you some let me know and I can send it to someone else. So could I request Neteyam with a Fem! or GN! S/O who has a Akito Shinonome Personality from Pjsk?? Thank you^^
Mine
One shot
You loved being with your mate no matter what you were doing together. Just being in his presence made your heart swell with joy.
Today you decided to join your mate on a hunting trip with a few other couples. You were known as one of the best female hunters in the clan but you didnât see it. You were humble about it whenever you got compliments about your skills you didnât wanna seem prideful or selfish. You decided to fly with your mate on his ikran since yours was still recovering from her injury on the last hunting trip.
Walking to your mate you noticed another woman of the clans eyes roaming a little to close to your mates body. You stared her down but she hadnât seemed to notice. You came up and leaned into your mate for a kiss to entice the woman. You had never liked her her name was Zurnee she already had a mate but you heard they werenât very happy together maybe that was why she was eye fucking yours.
Pulling away from your kiss you grabbed your things and mounted them on your mates ikran.
âAre you excited y/n?â He asked helping you up on his ikran.
Flashing a smile whilst holding his hand for support âyes I am I cannot wait to win this trip!â
Holding you by your waist as you settled yourself he sent you a confused look âwhat do you mean win?â
âWhen we bring back the most prey we winâ as you looked around for Zurnee finding her doing the same as you mounting onto her ikran. It seemed she was scolding her mate. You just giggled to yourself it was selfish but who cared you were just grateful you and your mate got along.
The trip was long but you didnât complain you just gazed at the forest below you. After long you and the group landed on a clearing. Jumping off your mates ikran you took in the beauty that mother ewya had given you that day. The sun broke through the trees giving it a heavenly effect.
Gathering your supplies the group started walking to find a good area. Walking next to your mate you made eye contact with your friend Kilun.
âHow much do you think we will catch today y/n?â With a smile on his face
âMore than you!â You joked as he punched you shoulder.
Coming closer to you as you walked âYk I heard Zurnee had been talking abt you y/nâ whispering in your ear.
What the hell would she even be saying you hardly knew her you were in the same social circle but you never really talked to her.
Rolling your eyes âShe must have a reason I guessâ you shrugged trying to brush it off hoping it wouldnât cause any issues.
After about 20 minutes you had all finally reached the hunting spot. Putting your things down and getting comfortable next to your mate. Crouching down and listening for any prey to come along you looked up to fine Zurnee coming next to your mate and placing her hand in his shoulder.
âTeyam! Could you please help me with my aim?â She said in sappy little voice.
This was a grown woman you thought and she was talking like a little child. Your mate looked over to you asking for permission which only led to you standing up now looking down on Zurnee.
âI think your mate could help you with that Zurnee you are disrupting our concentrationâ giving her a death stare.
Rolling her eyes walking back to her mate whose eyes where filled with jealousy watching your mate.
âWhat was that aboutâ your mate asked in a quiet whisper
âShe is strange ma Neteyam do not pay her any attentionâ
Nodding his head focusing back onto the hunt. Doing the same you watched the clearing for your prey you couldnât help but feel someoneâs eyes on you. Changing your gaze to the side your suspicions being true. With Zurnee eyes on you watching your every move. Only giving back a death stare she quickly lowered her gaze causing you to let out a giggle and your mate confused.
#avatar#avatar the way of water#atwow x you#neteyam#neteyam x y/n#neteyam x reader#neteyam x na'vi!reader#neteyam avatar#neteyam angst#neteyam x you
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IâM ACTUALLY EARLY ENOUGH TO PARTICIPATE IN THIS YAY đđ
okay okay okay so iâm thinking 236 with plug!eren. i feel like heâd love to see you wearing his things like wearing his hoodie after six could easily start up a round two.
and then that last chapter got me thinking abt 116 w/ him too, i canât wait to see a more possessive/protective side to him in the future possibly đ that âmy girlâ had me feeling things lol
and then 8 for jean. i have no specific reason, heâs just sexy and iâm impulsive so i wanna fuck him there, but heâs also tall as hell so it would be a struggle for him LMAO
this was just an excuse to talk to you abt plug!eren and jean, please donât think iâm expecting drabble from you i just wanna ramble đđđĽš
DLFADLFDA hi bestie!!!! you're so full of ideas i literally love it so much i just.....you're so right. ESP about plug!eren he's so possessive on the low and he tries to hold himself back but he can't always help himself. like, he def has you dressed up all in his little hoodies and t-shirts and you're always covered in little bites and bruises and hickeys and going through dozens of bottles of concealer and he absolutely gets you a little necklace with an E charm on it like that's not canon but it's canon <333 i LOVE him!!!!
but your idea with jean....i....i simply couldn't resist....
NSFW below the cut >:)
The first thing you learned about Jean Kirschstein was that his ego knows no bounds. He isn't a selfish person, quite the opposite, actually, but as the starting pitcher for Paradis University's top-ranking baseball team, he has a constant supply of ego-fueling screams from the stands to keep his self-image bloated and well-fed.
Hundreds of girls screaming their name would make any man unreasonably confident, but Jean has the gall to blame his borderline-conceit on you of all people. You expect me not to have a big head when I have a girlfriend this gorgeous? C'mon babe, be serious.
Jean's favorite way to feed his ego, by extension, is by taking you anywhere he wants, any time. Considering that he leaves your legs shaking and your voice raspy, you're not one to complain, but this tendency of his does force you into some rather suspect situations.
Take tonight, for example. The Paradis Devils pulled a 5-3 victory off over the Marley Warriors, their conference rival, and it was, frankly, mostly thanks to Jean's signature curveball pitch. When he eyed you in the stands from the pitch, a toothpick sticking out from his smirk and a dark glint to his smile that only you knew how to interpret, the deafening cheers in the stadium faded to a low hum in comparison to the rush of blood to your face.
"Jean, we're going to get caught-"
"Sh," Jean hushes you, shoving you none-too-gently against the door of his flashy pickup truck, "who cares?"
"Me," you whine pitifully into his mouth, already limp and malleable in his strong hands.
"Not going to help me celebrate my victory? You know you're the reason we won," Jean mouths his way down your neck, pulling a whimper from you, "do it all for you, baby."
"But there's people around Jean, the game just let out."
"Hop in, then," Jean smacks your ass playfully, "windows are tinted, remember?"
As if you don't know the windows are tinted, not after Jean's last game, the baseball banquet, your Honor's Society awards dinner...you acquiesce him with a roll of your eyes, clambering up into the backseat.
Jean follows you, hazel eyes hooded and hungry and hat backwards on his head, never letting his hands drift from you for long. He wrestles his jersey off before climbing in, tossing it carelessly into the passenger seat and laying his long body over yours. He reaches back and fumbles for the door handle, finally finding purchase and swinging it closed, only to accidentally thwack his leg, shooting his body forward and consequently knocking your head into the opposite door.
"Fuck."
"Ow!"
"Car sex always looks so much easier in the movies," Jean winces, shaking his head.
"Then why can't we just wait until we get home? Your apartment's only five minutes away," you giggle, only half-meaning your words when Jean's muscled torso is pressing into your heated skin.
Jean doesn't answer at first, instead dipping his hand down to rub insistently over your clothed, pulsing cunt. He chuckles darkly at your responding moan, the way your hips buck up desperately into his hand, betraying your words.
"If you think you're getting out of this car without my cum dripping down your legs, you've lost your goddamn mind."
#DID I JUST ACCIDENTALLY COME UP WITH A NEW JEAN VERSE FOR MYSELF#i need baseball player jean like...unbelievably bad#where did this COME from#congratulations softjaegerhours you have lit the candle of inspiration in my head#this needs to be a full length fic stat#sorry for going Feral on the ask at literally 11:52am#thank you for this lovely prompt my friend#softjaeger.moot#ask games#rage.rambles#jean kirschstein x reader#jean kirstein x reader#jean x reader
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Hello,I hope you had a good day! I have an OL2 request if that's alright!!
In step 2,with Qiu,GN-Reader,Best Friend status with both Qiu and Tamarack and Qiu is just pining over their best friend,MC. How would Qiu realize their crush on MC? How would they act around MC who shows their love thru physical affection towards their neighbors?
Basically what im asking is 'the brooding,pining one x the oblivious,affectionate one' but it's with Qiu and MC :D!! (A LIL SIDE NOTE/ASK ADDITION : Maybe MC is also insecure abt themselves,thinking that they're not that lovable or smth,maybe cuz of their looks if u know what I mean?? THANKS FOR WRITING FOR OL2 BTW IT MEANS A LOTTT <3)
(side note 2 : sorry if this isn't that understandable,english isn't my first language đââď¸)
⌠Qiu having a crush on a physically affectionate and oblivious GN!MC âŚ
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⺠A/N: Please don't apologise! Your english is great, anon ⥠I'm also not a native English speaker!
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I think theyâve always been aware that MC was different from their other friends;
As a kid, they remember other friends complaining about Qiuâs giving MC special treatment, and as someone preoccupied with fairness it used to annoy them to no end;
Because they knew it was true, they just didnât understand why they felt so compelled to treat them this way;
As they grew up and the idea of romantic love became a less threatening, more concrete concept, it didnât take them too long to piece it together;
MC was always there for Qiu, always ready to show them support and kindness and to look out for them, when Qiu was used to other people relying on them to be like that;
Theyâd watch them laughing at something Tamarack said and would just feel this⌠warmth in their chest;
Like this was something theyâd need to protect;
The world could be a cruel place, but MCâs kindness and their laughter was the one thing Qiu wanted to preserve;
I donât think Qiu had this grand moment of realisation;
It happened one night, right at the beginning of autumn, when the leaves started falling and the nights grew colder;
They both agreed to meet in Qiuâs backyard in the early hours of the evening to look at the stars through a telescope together;
Mc managed to bring their favourite tea in a thermos, and gave Qiu the biggest hug once they saw them;
They were just⌠so happy. Being awake at odd hours of the night trying not to be too loud to not wake Qiuâs parents from their slumber;
Watching the stars and talking about mythology;
Mc started rambling about something they had read and stopped in the middle of it, apologizing about speaking too much;
And Qiu found that they didnât mind it;
Not only that, they welcomed it. They loved how passionate MC was, how happy and comfortable they had been all night;
Qiu didnât want them to stop at all, and they realized that they wanted to be the person that MC went to when they wanted to talk about these things;
Well⌠when people described love it always seemed so overwhelming, and in some aspects it was;
But it mostly just felt right;
Their name is Qiu, their friends call them Autumn, and they are in love with MC;
Itâs been a part of them for a long time, and was just nice to finally understand that part of themselves;
Not too much changed after that, only that perhaps their affection and special treatment became more blatant;
In their teens, MC is one of the few people Qiu can stand to be around, and after theyâve realised their feelings they started relying on MC a bit more;
Because Qiu trusts them with that!;
Honestly? MCâs affection is one of the things that keep Qiu going;
MC, despite their obliviousness, ends up noticing and making sure to support them whenever he needs it most;
When Qiu is having a bad day MC will just⌠Wrap them in a hug and stay there for as long as Qiu needs;
If MC noticed how fast Qiuâs heart beats when they hug, they never mention it;
There are also more subtle types of affection;
Like linking their arms together while walking, grabbing their hand to lead them somewhere or just leaning against Qiu when theyâre tired;
Even with all their angst, MCâs affection is always a sure way to soften them;
Qiu will often pinch their cheeks or pat them on the head and lightly tease them for being touchy;
Iâm pretty sure Qiuâs love language is acts of service, but knowing how important physical affection is to the MC, Qiu will make sure to initiate it too;
Honestly, I donât see Qiu as a very jealous person, and knowing Tamarack for years and being close to her, I donât think that theyâre jealous about MC showing her affection too;
Instead, it makes them happy that MC is surrounded by good people that care about them as much as Qiu does;
Tamarack ends up noticing their crush eventually;
I mean⌠Iâm sure everyone knows about it except MC themselves;
And even if she seems a little too invested in it and will sometimes give Qiu a hard time about it in private, sheâs very supportive;
And it means a lot to them to have MCâs other best friend support them like that;
In regards to MC being insecure⌠Qiu doesnât get it at all;
How can someone that amazing be insecure about themselves? How can they worry about not being loveable enough, not interesting enough? Not beautiful enough?;
And theyâre fucking pissed at anyone who would ever make MC feel that way;
MC is a person that Qiu cares about deeply, even if theyâre colder at that age, thereâs no way they just let them think so little of themselves if they can help it;
So⌠MC is one of the few people that Qiu will make a big effort with;
They make sure MC knows how special they are, and how beautiful of a person both inside and out!
#I'm so so so happy other people also looked at these characters and went âthey're lovely and i need more content about themâ#i think half my ask box is just OL2 requests and it just made me squeal with joy to have an excuse to fixate on the content we have#our life 2#our life now and forever#olnf#qiu lin#olnf hcs#beeâs writing
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i love how i went from obsessed with danny phantom to Very Normal about dragon ball to absolutely str8 up batshit insane about inazuma eleven
its like. ok so i was seriously obsessed with dp for a long time, if yall followed me from that u remember how i was. it was my life. i literally named myself after dan phantom, thats why my name is dan and that is my legal name to this day. but dragon ball came along and entranced me so hard i actually was completely pulled out of danny phantom despite it being such a huge thing in my life at the time. and that lasted for a few years until suddenly these children with their silly powers and a soccer ball came into my life and said "join our soccer club!" and i was like yknow? i will do that. i will join your soccer club
so inazuma eleven was so strong and good that it pulled me out of my dragon ball obsession (for the most part). i am still HEAVILY interested and in love with dragon ball--i have four db tattoos and my middle and last names are dragon ball references for crying out loud. I WEAR GOKU SHOES!!!--but like. inazuma eleven is str8 up my favorite anime. probably my favorite show in general. it SURPASSED dragon ball as an interest for me and that was a huge feat if you knew me
i swear dude like there was a point where my ENTIRE FIT, EVEN WHEN I WENT OUT IN PUBLIC, was dragon ball. literally from head to toe. hat, shirt, necklace, pants, socks, shoes, and yes, even underwear. i wore dragon ball underwear. honestly i still fucking would if i hadnt grown too fat to fit into them anymore but hey i can always buy new ones baby!!!! i was kind of embarrassing to look at, frankly!!!! like oh my god you can ask my wife and even my family i had this one shirt (i even drew myself in it a few times) that was like, raditz's armor? but you could see his cleavage a little too, it was like one of those stupid muscle shirts. and everyone around me HATED IT (i found out abt this later thankfully LOL) but it was my FAVORITE shirt. it made me SO happy to be wearing merch of my favorite blorbo at the time. and i loved it so much i didnt even register (or care i guess?) how ugly and embarrassing it was. i was blinded by love tbh
where was i going with this. erm
yeah like. dragon ball is still a big part of my life but inazuma eleven is probably more important to me now tbh. and im not complaining abt that at all
dragon ball is how i met my wife, and it shaped a lot of who i am today, but inazuma eleven is kind of something my wife and i share specifically between us and bonded over heavily and thats part of why its so important to me <:3 so. ya
sorry for another super long text post ramble abt inazuma eleven im just very feeling it tonight i guess !!!!
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loled to myself this morning at how everyone on earth makes priscilla out to be a vicious heartless golddigger and decided to do 1 second of research into the matter to conclude that as expected, the internet is hysterical and off base. to me, she seems like sheâs just out there trying to do her best and handle her enormous life.
disclosure: i did this for my own knowledge because i was curious. iâm not out here trying to engage trolls or tell anyone what to think.
read that she was really hesitant abt priscilla but ultimately thought coppola did enough research and made it âspot onâ. she cried when she saw the film. she elaborated by saying that when you live with someone so famous during a crucial part of their life you go through many ups and downs and experience their struggles and fears alongside them. also that all of her/their privacy is hard to give up and hard to share so she doesnât want to give out too much because she wants some of it for herself - thatâs theirs and theirs alone. which, ultimately leads someone with common sense to believe (who didnât already assume) that the elvis & me novel (and priscilla) are just the most dramatic snippets of their relationship (without lots of context).
she also went on to say that she vowed not to remarry as long as elvis was alive because she didnât think he could handle it - and not only did she not, but she also kept that promise long after his death. saying she never wanted to remarry after him, that no one âcould ever match himâ.
i also knew next to nothing about lisa marie and the drama surrounding the estate and/or their relationship - but again, one quick search and applying my years of doing estate work as a paralegal makes it clear that priscilla was challenging the validity of a purported amendment made in 2016 which removed her (and barry siegal) as co-trustees (and instituted lisaâs children instead) to the graceland trust. which fine, lisa probably did want that, but it was stated that in the amendment, lisaâs signature was not her âusual signatureâ, her name was misspelled, and the amendment was never given to priscilla during lisaâs lifetime which was an expressed term of the trust. it was also never witnessed or notarized. so, given that, questioning its legitimacy is an entirely expected thing to do. itâs hardly insidious đ. especially during such an emotionally difficult time. a contract is a contract. even if lisa did want to change the doc without priscilla knowing, she was legally required to give it to her and she didnât. also, a settlement of 1 mil plus a graceland burial is hardly âgougingâ of her daughter/granddaughterâs money. graceland is worth what? 718 million? and ppl complain about priscilla getting some money after keeping elvisâ legacy alive and graceland relevant for the past 50 yrs? lordy. not only that but the attorney for riley even stated at the proceedingâs conclusion that everyone is unified and happy and ready to move forward.
but funny how the narrative of âevil priscilla sues her granddaughterâ became so popular. this instance is the most uneventful, run of the mill thing lol. obviously we donât know the absolute truth or facts of the situation (and i did not look up the proceedings), but if a document isnât witnessed and notarized itâs always ground for suspicion. also, if someoneâs signature isnât their usual signature, it arises the question of coercion or signing not in your right mind. so, like i said, entirely expected and nbd.
priscilla is also human and fallible, so iâm sure sheâs made mistakes, bad business dealings or even acted recklessly or spitefully over the course of her lifetime, but she continually speaks to how much she loved/loves elvis, lisa and the family legacy. she clearly still burns a candle for elvis and does her best to keep things moving forward and alive and relevant. i donât blame her for wanting to make sure things are secure and in order as she gets older.
i also know practically nothing about lisa, but it seems like she was troubled (?) to some extent (she reminds me of britney spears a little in that way), so iâm sure some of priscillaâs âcontrolling and hoveringâ over her life was misconstrued protectiveness and burden-bearing. iâm sure mistakes were made, but i highly doubt she was the manipulative vulture ppl make her out to be. (itâs like the britney situation - everyone advocated for her âfreedomâ when in reality sheâs clearly ill and her state rn is pretty questionable imo).
i also donât blame priscilla for not having issue with priscilla being made. itâs controversial but itâs 2023 and she probably figured it was timely and likely to get good reception. sheâs surely had an incredibly difficult life, and wanting some of her truth (the ugly truth) to also be known and added to the legacy must be validating. because elvis was a flawed person, a product of his time, and likely very cruel at times.
anyway those are my two cents and i think the internet is a plague. not looking to engage stans or fact police, just wanted to get my thoughts out there. not tagging.
#grimmrambles#long post#listen ive been an elvis fan since i could process auditory information#there wasnt a moment my dad wasnt playing him growing up#and everyone is human - good bad questionable honorable#and i cant imagine how warped priscillas life has been#so lets just give her a little grace and stfu lol
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