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fluff-foraxil · 4 months

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Until the end (Doflamingo X F!Reader) - 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 9

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

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Ah! It's me! This might not be my best chapter, but I promise the next ones will be better just believe in me and my tired brain :,) ANYWAY, how are you beautiful people doing? :)

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~ 11 years later ~

(Y/N) was sitting by the pool of the castle, the gorgeous weather of Dressrosa did nothing to mitigate her. Doflamingo was getting back after participating in the Summit War on Marineford. She knew about the death of Portugas D. Ace, the defeat of Whitebeard, the arrival of not only Shanks but also Blackbeard; the world was entering a new era, a new scary dangerous era as more pirates were roaming free than even before. Things had changed in those years, Doflamingo took over Dressrosa, he became the most known broker of the underworld under the nickname Joker, he welcomed Monet and Sugar into his family and, unexpectedly, got married. It happened 8 years ago, after the fall of the Riku family; the kingdom of Dressrosa had just been rebuilt to look like it did now, when Doflamingo asked (Y/N)’s hand. The man trusted her with his heart, body, and soul to death, even though he was cold and manipulating, he still had his own demons to fight, and she showed him that he was not alone, she showed him that there were good people in that hellhole called Earth. Even after their marriage, she was still actively working for him, dealing with business, and taking care of their family, as Doflamingo said one night. (Y/N) was brushing Monet’s hair while Sugar, her younger sister, was happily eating grapes. The sisters shared a special bond with her since the first day; they would follow her around and wait for her to return from her missions, going to her whenever they needed help, asking for her advice when they had doubts, seeking her comfort after a nightmare. «Your hair always looks so lovely Monet», she complimented. «You’re too kind, (Y/N)-sama», the girl blushed. Monet and Sugar were rescued by Doflamingo, he took them in after seeing the awful conditions they were living in and for that reason they pledged their loyalty to him. She clearly remembered the day she met them after Doflamingo brought them back into the ship.

~ Flashback ~

«And who are this lovely girls?», (Y/N) put on her kindest smile. «Monet and Sugar», Doflamingo replied pointing to each one. They looked scruffy, dirty, and malnourished so, being the good person she was, she immediately took them to take a bath. They followed her without any question, they watched as (Y/N) filled a big bathtub with warm water and a floral scented bubble bath, before laying down some fluffy towels and clean clothes for them. «I’m (Y/N), by the way», she broke the silence, «I hope the clothes will fit you, but don’t worry we will get you more once we reach the next island». «Thank you, (Y/N)-sama», Monet was hugging her sister close. She bent down to be at eye level with the green haired girl. «You’re welcome», she patted her head, «Now, come on, your bath is ready. I’ll be just outside so call me if you need anything, ok?». After they were all clean and dressed, she did their hair and lead them into the dining room where supper was already served. The rest of the family had just started eating, (Y/N) sat them with the other young members of the crew before taking a seat beside Doflamingo; the two girls were a bit unsure and wary of the others, but opened up seeing that they were being treated nicely. «You still have your magic touch when it comes to youngsters», Doflamingo commented while they were alone in their cabin. «I sure do», she kissed him, «After all I deal with a man-child every day of my life». «Fair enough», he chuckled, not taking her statement seriously.

~ End of flashback~

«Welcome back, Doffy», she didn’t look up from what she was doing. She felt his presence as soon as he stepped on the island. Her observation haki grew stronger, she could feel people from miles away without effort; her combat skills got better with time as well, she still wasn’t on Doflamingo or the elites’ level but if she could complete her missions without failing that was alright. «Missed me?», he kissed her. Sugar stuck her tongue out, showing her disagreement in showing love like that, hugs or a kiss on the cheek would have been better in her opinion. «A lot. Did you miss us?», she said referring to their family. «Obviously. Could you come inside after you’re done? I have something to tell you», he smiled, leaving a kiss on her cheek. Monet was patiently waiting for (Y/N) to finish braiding her hair, the golden ring on the older girl contrasting with the locks of green hair she was holding. The girl finished the braid, but looked at it, unconvinced; looking around she told the girl to wait for her as she picked up a gazania flower and added it into the girl’s braid, securing it to make sure it wouldn’t fall out. «I’m done, Monet», she declared. Monet stood up, stretching her limbs, her pale complexion looked out of place in such a sunny nation; plus, it was weird how she wasn’t melting considering her devil fruit power. «Thank you, (Y/N)-sama», she bowed. «There is no need to bow, we are family», she assured the other girl it wasn’t necessary to use such formalities with her. (Y/N) felt Doflamingo’s presence in their bedroom, the Warlord had just gotten out of the shower and was now sprawled on the couch with just his pants on staring outside the window, a bottle of his favourite liquor in hand. The golden ring was shining as the sun hit its surface. «How is my queen doing?», he asked without turning to look at her. «She’s doing great now that her king is back. Did you enjoy the war?», she walked up to his, hugging him from behind and kissing the side of his neck. Then she walked around the couch to sit beside him, nestling on his side, the feathers of his coat tickling her skin. «Very much», he chuckled. Doflamingo was so enthusiastic to have been present in such a crucial point in time. Raising his hand to bring her face closer to his, he kissed her deeply; his nightmares had completely vanished since she started sleeping by his side, his mood in general had improved as well since they became an official couple, even more after they got married; many women tried to catch his attention at social gatherings held in Dressrosa or on other islands, but Doflamingo was loyal and only had eyes for the woman that made him feel better than ever. «I got something for you», he said after breaking the kiss. (Y/N) looked at him, waiting to see what he got for her. Even though Doflamingo was a wealthy man now, he would bring her gifts just if he found one that really reminded him of her or if the object in question was as precious as his beloved; he was walking back to the castle, greeted by his subjects, when he stopped after catching the sight of a stone with a deep blue-violet hue. It was mounted on a ring, the stone was cut in a circular shape with a sort of vine made of little white diamonds and white gold curled on one side of it, the band was adorned with little white diamonds as well; he didn’t think too much and went inside to get it, once he was inside the jewellery shop he also got a pair of earring and a necklace to go with it.

Once she opened the box he handed her, (Y/N)’s jaw fell to the floor. «The jeweller said the stone they have on is one of a kind», he explained, «It’s a type of gem that can be found only on one island and it’s also very difficult to extract». Doflamingo wasn’t big on words of affection, but she never complained about it, after all everyone had their qualities and flaws. He loved her even more for that, for being able to accept every part of him without making him feel wrong nor shaming him. «You didn’t have to, Doffy», she put the box down carefully before wrapping her arms around him and kissing him all over his face, «I was thinking about taking a night for ourselves, you know, like we used to do. Going out for dinner, then coming home, taking a relaxing bath together». He took her hand in his, kissing her fingertips. «I would love to», he accepted her request. She flashed him one of her sweet smiles, those smile that made him warm on the inside and made him ask himself how he could have gotten so lucky; since he was a child, after losing his title, he worked hard to achieve his goals, his mind constantly working and calculating the next steps and moves. He was getting tired, but when he was at his lowest, he found her, a plain commoner girl whose kindness he repaid by giving her a place to call home, someone he thought wasn’t going to play a part in anybody’s life was now his wife, his home, his safe place. «Then I better check If I have the right dress for the occasion», she kissed him, «I missed you, I was worried, you’re strong I don’t deny it, but I was just… just worried». «My Queen, I’m here with you now and I always will be», he wasn’t big on the sweet talk, but there were rare moments where he would let her know his feelings by words. The other members of the family wouldn’t worry about Doflamingo facing other pirates or the Marine, they knew he was strong but still, having someone care for you so much was the best feeling in the world. (Y/N) was going through her wardrobe, looking at all the clothes she owned, she tried to find the right outfit for their date. She remembered purchasing a dress recently that she was reserving for a very special occasion, but she couldn’t find it. «Which restaurant would you like to go to, my love?», Doflamingo asked from the couch. «We could go to your favourite one», she suggested while diving into the wardrobe. Pushing aside, looking closely, inspecting every dress, she finally found it. It was a vintage pale pink off shoulder dress, it had long puff sleeves and a bustier that kept the dress tight-fitting on the waist area while the skirt was loose to her move freely. It wasn’t a fancy dress, but she was a simple girl when it came to clothes. After taking it out a laying it down on the bed, (Y/N) looked at her husband who had taken off his glasses and was leaning his head back as he kept his eyes closed; she melted at the sight, one of the most feared men on earth looked like an ordinary man in that moment. Tip toeing to him, she took his face in her hands as he opened his eyes. She traced the scar on his left eyes before kissing it. «I love you, (Y/N)», he whispered. She rarely heard those words from him. «I love you too, Doffy, I love you more than anything», she replied before kissing his lips with passion. The married couple cuddled on the couch, music in the background, while enjoying each other company. (Y/N) was focused on listening to Doflamingo’s heartbeat, it soothed her, so whenever she felt anxious or stressed, she just needed to cuddle with her husband to make everything better. «I’m going to take a shower, care to join me?», she kissed his knuckles. «Have I ever refused?», he chuckled. Doflamingo could proudly say he had a family, a real family after all those years of suffering.

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flower-of-the-desert · 8 days

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Guardian vol 2

Putting some of my thoughts of the second volume here. I'm very excited to continue reading the last part too, this story is definitely one of my new favourites. Under the cut for spoilers.

I had a lot of fun with the backstories and reveals in this volume. Like even tho I know some of what was coming mainly with Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan's backstories, I was still surprised by the details and the actual sequence of events in the past. Also the image of Zhao Yunlan as an old god who's slowly lost all hope and faith in humanity and the heavens to the point that he's willing to destroy everything and start anew is sooooo interesting and like, so much to chew there!

Speaking of that, so far Zhao Yunlan is topping my list of sexiest characters ever along with my faves wenzhou. He's so cocky and competent and sexy and clever and seductive AND SEXY DID I MENTION THAT jdsbskjd some of the lines he says to Shen Wei are so swoon-worthy I'm dead on the floor. I love how much he doesnt give a fuck about pissing off anyone as long as he can take care of what he deems /his/.

I didn't feel as strongly connected to Shen Wei probably because he doesn't really get much focus or at least not as much as Zhao Yunlan. I really liked whenever we got little glimpses into what's going on in his head and obviously really REALLY liked when the flashbacks started introducing how he used to be at the very beginning when Kunlun first met him (that first meeting scene was HILARIOUS AND I LOVED IT). I hope there is more of his pov in the last volume.

Also speaking of the flashbacks, ok I'm wondering something - I feel like the flashback we got at the end wasn't the full extend of what happened? Because that scene goes from their first meeting to then a couple of weeks later? when everything ends and Kunlun dies. And we don't really see what happens bw Kunlan seeing this demon boy for the first time and deciding he's trustworthy enough to make him the sole guardian of the seal. Also the way present day Shen Wei talks about Kunlun makes it seem they spent A LOT more time together, not just dealing with the floods and other disasters.

BTW THE SEXIEST SCENE FOR ME WHEN ZHAO YUNLAN GOES ALL CRAZY AND POSSESSIVE AT THE THOUGHT OF SHEN WEI DYING??? Feeling insane about it tbh

Another subplot and subsequent reveal I really liked was the whole thing with Chu Shuzhi. That I definitely didn't see coming lmao

Also is it me or are there some ✨ vibes ✨between him and Guo Changcheng?? Pls tell me I'm not imagining it.

Shen Wei's utter devotion to Zhao Yunlan is so heart-clutchingly intense and I just looove when a character is so down bad. Which is also true about Zhao Yunlan who is SO ready and willing for the whole marriage/house/picket fence life. It's really lovely to read how badly he wants that with Shen Wei.

I said in my other post that I really do think they're like obsessed with each other on a cosmic level that transcends all their lives and years and that's so delicious tbh. Most reincarnation stories I've read make that a source of conflict for the couple and I'm really interested to see how this plays out with weilan. Zhao Yunlan doesnt seem bothered that he's had previous lives or that Shen Wei first fell in love with his past self but more like he and Kunlun were/are the same person, just reincarnated through time?

Last thing I want to mention, it took me a while to get it but I am a BIG fan of the way Shen Wei's darker violent urges pop up here and there concerning Zhao Yunlan and then he doesnt act on them because he literally can't bear the thought and is not physically capable of doing anything that might harm his beloved.

PRIEST REALLY KNOWS HOW TO WRITE SEXY MALE CHARACTERS AND ROMANCE ✨✨✨ and I am so seated.

#lilie reading guardian #guardian #zhen hun #guardian novel #weilan

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Round 1 - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket) Side B

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

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Matt

Matt's faith in the show is really important and well explored; one of the first scenes of the show is Matt going to confession (or, well, talking to his priest since he's not really confessing at that point). Matt struggles a lot with what he's supposed to do; everyone's telling him to kill the villain and he kinda wants to, but he literally says: "I know my soul is damned if I take his life". He struggles with his faith and goes with his doubts to his priest, and it's beautiful—also when he finally gets a costume for his vigilanteing he chooses to dress as the devil, lol. (His priest tells him that nothing makes people run to Church faster than the feeling of having the devil on their heels.)

a lot of the show is about how he justifies his vigilante actions with his faith, and whether he's doing the right thing in trying to help people or just using it as an outlet for his anger. the literal first scene of the show has him in a confession booth talking to his priest (who is a really interesting character too). this is not the scene I was talking about but it's such an excellent scene with matt talking to his priest: https://youtu.be/XHZ3NbEIDdw

canonically catholic but dresses like a demon to be quirky

honestly i dont wanna type too much but i feel that matt is a great example of someone who battles with his faith because he rarely loses his faith but rather fights with why he was made the way he was and put through what he was. He believes himself to have the devil inside him but believes that God put him there

ok in the comics barring the most current run matt has Mostly been a non-practicing Catholic that very rarely actually does any catholic Activities but ends up falling back into the Mindset and very occasionally dramatically taking confession (ex. in that one issue where he takes confession, basically tells the father that he is uniquely terrible and is thinking about violently murdering someone and when the father says "you can be forgiven" hes like "AUGFH-- NO!!!!!!!!!!" and runs out) when he's gone through some shit. and i love that its so relatable

This guy so catholic he spends an ungodly amount of time just chilling in the church. And goes there whenever there is a moral conundrum about killing people being Bad even though it would solve a lot of problems and stop said people from killing other people. This happens every other episode. Matt is the Catholic Guilt Guy. There's actually a lot of catholic stuff in the show as a whole. Just a compilation would be like three whole episodes long.

Hes great hes catholic enough to not outrught murder people but not catholic enough to not fuck before marriage hes a bisexual disaster at all times hes besties with a priest might i add hes great hes my special little guy

his catholicism is a huge piece of his characterisation he was raised by nuns in a catholic orphanage, the first scene we ever see him (as an adult and not a flashback) is him going to confession, he is good friend with his priest and has regular debates with him, etc also in s3 he has a huge crisis of faith after he lost A Lot where he stops believing for a while and it's linked to his identity crisis where he actually wants to kill another person (a hard line he previously chose never to cross) and wants to be only daredevil and not matt murdock, when he is both and needs both to exist also when he was a kid his grandmother used to say "watch out for the murdock boys, they've got the devil in them" and it created a surprising lot of his issues

So he's both catholic in the comics and the show but he's More Catholic in the show. Like, raised in a catholic orphanage by nuns (ONE OF WHICH IS HIS *MOTHER*), second scene in the show has him in a confession box kind. Matt Murdock goes out and gets the shit beaten out of him nightly and also beats the shit out of other people and purposefully leaned into devil iconography as his theme. When his nurse friend says, he takes a lot of punishment without one complaint he says "That part's the Catholicism." It is a Core Aspect of his character (at least in the show). He makes me insane. Also the same chemicals that blinded him created the teenage mutant ninja turtles and everyone should know that.

They went to confession to a priest who they had saved as their costumed counterpart and the guy recognized them by the voice, proving that it's possible and everyone else is just dumb

he takes "i wanna fight god" to new and incredibly violent levels, while also being a sweetheart and a goofball

Actually strictly WILL NOT kill criminals. Goes wayyy out of his way to avoid it. Fights with the Punisher about it. Goes to confession booth after nightly vigilante excursions. Feels so much guilt. "How have you been holding up?" "Like a good Caltholic boy" "that bad huh" - actual conversation with his priest

So Daredevil struggles with his mission as a crime fighter because killing criminals goes against his faith. He makes it a point to not kill criminals, believing that even bad people deserve a second chance. This philosophy puts him at odds against The Punisher, who is a relentless killer. As a Catholic myself, while I love the concept of a morally conflicted superhero, I think the worldbuilding around Daredevil is lacking. If he struggles with violence and killing, why doesn't he pray to warrior saints like Saint Michael, Saint Ignatius of Loyola (a former knight), or Saint Joan of Arc? Why isn't there a community of other Catholics he can turn to for guidance, considering New York City has a sizeable population of Catholics? And why are the churches he goes to always empty? Doesn't he know that the Catholic Church supports the just war theory? I think that would have made his burden more bearable.

He goes to church and confesses to punching people and says "imma do it again can i apologize in advance" and the father dude says "no you're meant to stop now" and Matt says "no" and they do this everyday. I'm not remembering it properly but this is a canon interaction i swear

HELLO HI YES I LOVE HIM AND WILL INFOR DUMP ok so. he is a vigalantty and he got named daredevil and he is an orphan and after the age of 12 was raised in an orphanage at a Catholic church and his therapist is his priest via confession abd. also his mother is a nun he has a whole mental breakdown over god and called Job a pussy because he liked god until he got better and liked god again he said "I'm dearedrvil and not even god can stop that now" and he's so cool

matt is a freakish little babygirl who was raised by nuns and definitely has religious trauma. i hate him so much (affectionately)

he’s literally fucking insane about it i don’t know what to say here. he thinks he’s chosen by god to go on some sort of holy quest to save hell’s kitchen. joan of arc ass.

i already know hes in by default j just wanted to give him a personal shout out i love this angsty catholic dweeb

how practicing he is depends on the run, but in my favorite he is quite literally confessing to a member of the last extant order millitant who happens to be a priest at a church in hells kitchen.

i love him for having the funniest version of a trope i usually hate (person gets into confession booth and asks forgiveness not for what they've done, but for what they're about to do). usually this trope just looks silly to me bc like. the priest would just say "i can't do that" and you would have to either awkwardly explain yourself or just Leave. it's funny when matt does it because fr. lantom is probably like "what are you gonna do???" and matt's like "lol. lmao. 😊 hehehe." anyway we love this angry catholic man who dresses up like the devil to beat people up in hell's kitchen

I'm sure Harrow is lovely and I respect the space lesbians but listen to me. Listen.

Matt Murdock is the Catholic character of all time, and if you make him lose, I am blowing up this website and everyone in it.

He is Catholic. His mother is a nun. He grew up in a catholic orphanage. Half the episodes in the show include him going to confession. When he needs therapy, he talks to his priest. He dresses up as a devil partly because of the Catholicism.

One time he got godly powers on loan from Heimdall (see below), and he did a lot of good with it, and then the second it was over he just... well. Also see below!

This man's every coping mechanism is Catholicism.

Please vote for Matt in the @catholic-character-tournament because he's the best and most realistic representation of what it means to be Catholic. Someone who's been punched and bet and crushed by life but still gets up every day to try. No, he's not a nun like his competition but he's not less devoted because of that. Not everyone is called to service. In the day he works at a defense lawyer to help people. Not for the money but to help people not get screwed over by the law. And at night, he dons a mask and beats up assholes when the law fails them. Is he perfect? No, that's the point. Matt is a broken man who is just trying his best to do well and live like Jesus.

He fully embodies the Catholic doctrine of faith and good works. He has faith in what he's doing even if others challenge him. He believes in forgiveness and repenting even when going up against "the devil."

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"The people you murder deserve another chance." ... "No, Frank. To try again, Frank. To try. And if you don't get that, there's something broken in you you can't fix, and you really are a nutjob." "You think God made you a one-man firing squad. But you're wrong. There is goodness in people, even in you. And you're gonna have to kill me, 'cause I'm never gonna stop coming for you, until I take you down."

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He (tries) to love his enemy. He believes in Elektra and Frank and maybe Dex and their ability to change. To be good. And when he can't, Matt refuses to compromise on his morals. While not quite "turning his cheek" he never scoops to their level. Because they don't get to destroy who he is.

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All he does is for the love he has to his neighbors, his community. He loves New York. Not for self-fulfilling needs or for the money or for the fame. He does it because he believes in justice. Because the law was created by humans and is inherently sinful.

"But his competition met God and was disappointed and blah blah"

Daredevil is more grounded (at least the show, maybe less the comics). So now, Matt doesn't met God. But he sure gets mad at him. All of season 3 he angry at God for all the trauma he expired.

"You see, that was me, Sister. I suffered willingly. I gave my, uh... sweat and blood and skin without complaint. Because I too believed I was God's soldier. ( chuckles ) Well, not anymore. I am what I do in the dark now. I bleed only for myself. ( scoffs )" ... "You might hate God right now, but the feeling is not mutual." "No, I don't hate him. I've just seen his true face, is all."

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As a Catholic I don't really want to fight God in a parking lot. Well I do but not in the same way that I've understood (primarily Jewish people but probably other Abrahamic religions) want to fight God in a Denny's parking lot. I want to yell and scream and cry at God and for the feeling to not be mutual. For Him to never stop loving me. As long as I have faith, He will reach out his hand.

Anyways vote Matt.

Frank

He was in training to become a priest and! Fun fact! Is second generation immigrant!

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surrealsunday · 2 years

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Hey, it's Kinnporsche-anon !!

So I finished the last episode and I miss them already :(((( And so i need to know : will there be a season two??? Because I couldn't find anything that said it was officially confirmed or cancelled it (which I really hope they don't, the potential of a second season is too good to pass on come on)

And again so many things to say I don't know where to start!!!

Ok so maybe Porschay first. His relationship with Porsch became my second favorite thing in the serie (after Kinnporsch of course). They may not have many scenes together but whenever they do my heart explode. They just love eachother so much and are so open about it with eachother, which I have to say is pretty refreshing for a sibling relationships. Not that I don't also love snarky, you're-annoying-but-I'll-die-for-you-I-guess sibling relationships, but it feels good to also have this kind where they are not afraid to be that affectionate and it being taken seriously and not having to end up with a joke. Also, speaking of Porschay, Kim definitely earned some rights for defending this cinammon role. And in such a badass way. He's probabaly the only character who seems to really enjoyed fighting that much lol, which makes him so intriguing with so many sides of him I really would love to see more of him! Also loved to see him comfort Tankhum aaawww (I really love sibling relationship lol).

Pretty happy about how VegasPete ended up. Never thought I would find a scene where a man covered in blood asking the other to be the one to kill him if he has to die that romantic, but here we are. Good for them good for them.

But of course none of this couples take the cake from Kinnporsch. I just can't with these two, every scenes they where together felt like a marriage proposal at this point, even when they were in mortal danger shooting people. If (when;)?) they actually do end up proposing (especially if it's in the WilxElizabeth in potc way omg), I'm not sure I would survive. And I'm pretty cinical when it comes to romantic couples in medias, I often can't unsee when they are too corny or cheesy and roll my eyes, but with them they somehow always made it work? Like it always felt so natural and so adorable dam i hate them so much. But since I can't quote everyone of their moments, here are my five fave of the last three episodes :

Kinn and Porsche going to see the guy who allegedly killed his parents in the car crasch (Kinn being such a rock for Porsche and supporting him no matter what, even offering his gun, and Porsch having learn to calm himself down and instantly reaching for Kinn like my heart)

The Graveyard speech (Kinn being so desperate to show Porsche that he could trust him with whatever he was hiding and Porsche being so giddy aaaaahh)

"I'm Porsche. I'm the one you love. And the one who loves you" (shutupshutupshutup how am i suppose to love any other ships after that?)

The confrontation scene in episode 11 (look I just loved the angst and the way Porsche was so hurt and Kinn so scared of losing him and how they did end up managing to actually communicate and diffuse the situation *cheff's kiss*)

"I'm on your side". the way I sqealed in that scene!! The devotion to eachother !!!! The fighting together!!! Just everything!!!!

I also found it very intesresting that, while Kinn was fighting his way into earning the Best Boyfriend Ever Award (the way he did not hesitate to follow Porsche when Porsche wanted to leave and be so domestic with him my heart), Porsche was the one having trust issues, which was a uno reverse card from the begining and I loved that, because it defintely made sense that he would in this situation and show they both had their own struggle to work through to be together.

And the way it ended omg!!! First with all the whisplashs of plottwist and revelations (I'm definitely not believeing a word Korn said, especially since we haven't seen Porsche's pov of the flashback, which I find really sus), Tankhum getting his own time to shine too, and then PORSCHE BECOMING A MAFIA LORD!!! LIKE I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW HE WAS MEANT FOR THAT!!!! THE BUILD UP TO IT IN THE LAST EPISODE WAS SO SO SO GOOD !!!!! YOU CAN'T IMAGINE HOW HAPPY I WAS LIKE UNTIL THE LAST SECONDS I WAS THINKING "yeah no it's too good to be true he's gonna say no or something" BUT IT DIDNT HAPPEN! Like the scene when the bodyguards bow to him was EVERYTHING to me, I got Badass Mafia Boss Porsche AND Iconic Power Couple Kinnporsche!!! I honestly did not have much hope it would happen considering how much Kinn saw his responsabilies as a burden, but the fact that this was resolved into him not "running away" but getting to share his responsabilties because he learned to love and trust someone else was the best evolution ever. And Vegas being the one who got to run away (for now I guess) was very cool too. And i can already see all the angst that can follow with Korn and his LIES, who probably only gave Porsche this power because he knew it would be easier to manipulate him since he's dating Kinn and his mother is kind of held in hostage (and probably hides something else too) but you know what bring me the angst I'm just so happy that Porsche finally will be able to explore all his potential in the mafia words and to finally have some power and control over it!!! I'm so proud of him :) So yeah I REALLY need a season two now :(((

So anyway, sorry for this very long comment lol. Thank you for responding to everyone one them, I always loved reading your responses, and for having gotten me to watch this amazing show!

Ok so truly do not apologize for the long comments. I need you to know that I have had multiple people DM me saying they are super invested in your reactions and get so excited to read them, so you have literal readers. It's like reliving the show with you and I love it!

I was soooooo excited for you to finish! First re: season 2... we don't know. Nothing has been announced or confirmed. A few of the actors have referred to season 2, so it seems that it is (was?) the intent and it also seems that all the actors are game, and obviously the storyline was set up for a s2, but there continues to be no announcement. I'm guessing there are a lot of machinations happening behind the scenes regarding the rights/budget/scheduling, and that will either work out or it won't. Generally you'd want to announce a s2 while the hype is still high from the first season, so this is not the ideal way to do it. I do think they'd be insane not to continue their success with a s2, but sometimes it's the actual logistics that don't come together. Unfortunately it continues to be a wait-and-see pattern at the moment.

I love that you started with talking about the relationship between Porchay and Porsche because YES. I love them so much too. I completely agree, I love the 'I'm gonna kick your ass but only I'm allowed to because I love you' sibling relationship, but Porsche and Porchay are just so incredibly soft and loving and precious, and it suits them completely. I love that you can see the way Porsche raised Porchay in how tender and loving Porchay is. He's so open and giving with his love, and that is 100% how Porsche is with him. It's so lovely and touching to see and I would die for their relationship. It really was so effectively done, because as you said, it's not like there were an overwhelming amount of scenes with the two of them.

BAMF Kim! I love him!!! Like you, one of my fave things was the way Jeff played out that fight scene like Kim was having fun absolutely wrecking those guys. It was so incredibly unqiue to his character and so goddamn ruthless and I was here for it. I can't wait to know more about him, and especially to see his relationship with his brothers (give me Kim and Kinn scenes please for the love of god).

"Good for them good for them" This as your reaction to Vegas/ Pete absolutely killed me lmao. Yeah truly, as fucked up as they are (intentionally), it's one of those things where being fucked up together made sense as their idea of domesticity lol.

Cosign everything you said about Kinn/Porsche. As much as I had quibbles with the later quarter of the season and the rushed pace, the KP scenes we got were absolute gold. I don't have the highest tolerance for cheese either, but I'm with you, KP manage to have just the right balance between this utter romantic sincerity, the raw emotions and angst that come with falling in love so damn fast and hard, those goofy, silly, giddy qualities of new love, and the intense, desperate physical need for one another. It works sooooo well.

I love the moments you listed. That car scene with them, with Kinn just being there for Porsche and Porsche leaning on him for support and comfort is so near and dear to my heart. I could go on and on about each moment you mentioned but I'll try to restrain myself and just say that I really loved the ep 12 confrontation too. I rewatched that scene a lot. I just love how betrayed and angry Porsche is and how unbelievably scared Kinn is, terrified to lose Porsche. And Apo with the subtle play of emotions across his face as he realizes Kinn truly doesn't know the reason Porsche was brought into the fold... it's just *chefs kiss*.

It was an interesting reversal that Kinn had completely given himself over to the relationship, devoted himself to Porsche, and finally trusted him completely... and Porsche, who had constantly accused Kinn of not trusting him, was the one betraying that trust. I wanted to smack Porsche around multiple times for it but I also couldn't deny it made sense for his character and the storyline. The ongoing trust issues are not something I want to see continue if we get a s2, but I appreciated how that was a core theme shaped by each of their actions throughout the season.

You got your Mafia boss Porsche! I know!!! In all your previous messages I was like... omg, I can't wait for them to watch the finale lolol. Like, you so had that conslusion nailed. I love how you put it too, talking about Kinn not running from his world or responsibilities and obligations to his family, but sharing that burden instead with the only person he truly trusts. Obviously if there is a s2 it's not going to be all hunky dory and there are going to be huge conflicts (spurred on by Korn's actions no doubt) but I do love how they solidified the equal partnership betweeen Porsche and Kinn in their actual roles within the mafia world. Their relationship was always established with an equality that normally wouldn't have been there in a relationship between boss and subordinate. But thanks to Porsche's shameless lack of respect for Kinn's authority (lolol) and the way he treated Kinn as a man first from the very beginning, we got to see them fall in love in a way that allowed the power dynamic to inform actions, but not prevent them from seeing one another just as they are, as equals in every way. But with that said, it was important to establish that in the literal power structure of their world and I'm glad we got it.

Ok but now I'm writing an essay so I'm gonna slow my roll and stop there lol. But please feel free to come back and chat more. I love hearing your thoughts!

#kinnporsche #KP first watch anon

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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Moondance

Tommy Shelby x reader (one shot)

🌻I wrote this for @zablife followers celebration 🎉 Congratulations Lee!!! Soon you will be announcing many more! I hope you continue sharing your incredible stories.I’m glad I came across your page

🌷This idea has been running in my mind for a while, but I was able to complete it when @lyarr24 made the suggestion of this incredible song. Thank you so much Lee-Anne! Without your contribution, this story would be incomplete!

🤍 I have to thank my grandad for this inspiration, without his unusual (but adorable) way of being mad at my grandma, this story wouldn’t be happening 😋🥰

⚠️ Warning smut (light)

💠 Last but not least, this story also includes a flashback (in italics). The lyrics of the song is also in italics at the end.

“Tell your father I don’t want him smocking at the table.” Tommy dragged his gaze from the still unlighted cigarette between his fingers to his wife at the other end of the dining table. They were only a few steps apart and he could hear her perfectly.

Their son Collin approached him. “Mum says-”

“I heard what she said, thanks son.”

After years of marriage he had learned that whenever they weren’t speaking or they were mad at each other, they would start using one of their children -whoever was closest- to deliver a message to avoid another argument.

And he knew this so well because he was the one who started it. Over the first fight they had after they were married, Polly was in the middle of their argument, as he didn’t want to continue fighting Y/N, he simply came up with ‘Pol, would you kindly tell Y/N…’ -whatever that was- something stupid probably. In the beginning a very worried Pol was delivering the messages from Tommy to Y/N, then from Y/N until she was tired and realized they could go on the whole fucking day.

Then, as they moved to Arrow House and the business allowed them to level up their lifestyle and hire maids, first Mary, then Frances were the ones required to pass on the messages when they were mad at each other.

Now, their children were the chosen ones.

But even after all those years together, he hadn’t learnt to know the reason of what made her be so mad at him. Was it something he said? Something he did? Something he forgot to do?

It wasn’t her birthday, or their anniversary, so he was safe there. Ada would have reminded him if it was any of his children’s birthday.

“Tell your mum I will be in my office.” He said loud enough for his wife to hear, but if she wanted to play the ‘tell your father this or that…’ then so be it.

“Dad said he will be in his office.” Collin repeated. In his innocence he didn’t realize they could hear each other, they were just avoiding talking.

“Daddy you promised we would see our cousins.” Iris, reminded him. She had his nose, but her mother’s temper.

Over the years he had made many promises he hadn’t kept. But she was still so little to comprehend that.

Running the tip of the cigarette trough his lips he told her: “We can go another day sweetheart.”

Pacing the room, he was thinking of something that could have upset Y/N, but nothing came to his mind, they had been visiting Polly the weekend before, everything was going alright with the business, he gave her and their children everything they wanted, everything they needed, all four children were getting the greatest education in the country, he was running as a politician and were on the exclusive guest list of every important event.

What did he do this time to deserve her contempt?

And where the fuck was his newspaper?

A knock on the door distracted his busy mind.

“Come in.” He said after taking a long puff. Sophie, his eldest daughter poked her head.

“Daddy? Can you help me open the can please?” She had the same features as her mother, on the outside it was all Y/N, but on the inside… it was him. Reloaded.

“Of course, darling.” Offering his hand, he took the can. His strong fingers managed to open it in a matter of seconds. “Did your mother send you?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Is she mad at you?” A smirk gave away her amusement.

Tommy leaned against his desk. And after crossing his arms against his chest he answered Sophie with another question. “Could you… hmm… try and figure out what did I do this time?”

“That information is going to cost you.” Sophie smiled. Fucking hell that same bloody smile Y/N gave him and made his heart skip a beat.

“I can’t believe you are going to blackmail your old man.” He shook his head, a wide smiled spreading on her lips. “How many kisses this time?” He raised his eyebrows, expecting.

“The kisses rate has gone up.” The ten-year-old confessed. “And we go for a ride with Dangerous and Angel.”

Tommy tilted his head, his eyes studied his daughter for a few seconds, she didn’t even blink. Her requests seemed fair. They hadn’t gone for a ride in a while. From his children, Sophie was the one who loved the horses the most.

He could see so much of himself in her. But now he didn’t know if he should be proud of her or scared to death.

“Deal, my love.”

As Tommy saw her disappear from his office, he couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips.

But he still had to figure out the reason behind his wife’s annoyance. He downed his whiskey and poured himself another one. Frances announced she had the mail for him.

“Would you like some tea, Mr. Shelby?”

“No, thank you Frances.” He took the silver letter opener Y/N gifted him with his initials engraved. “Frances, do you know if Mrs. Shelby sent the condolences flowers to Mr. Churchill and his family?”

“She did, Mr. Shelby and she wrote the note on your behalf.”

“Did you get my newspaper today?” Frances nodded.

“Would you want me to ask Mrs. Shelby where she put it?”

“No, she’s probably planning to smack the shit out of me with that.”

Frances couldn’t hold the corner of her lips turning into a smirk, so she looked down, excusing herself.

After taking care of some business over the phone, he headed out of the office, the sweet smell of something in the oven took him back to simpler times, back in their first home in Watery Lane.

“Like this mama?” Oliver asked as he added the butter over the mix. He let the cubes fall so hard on the flour that it made a good portion of it land outside the bowl, to the table, the rest all over his clothes.

The laughs of Sophie, Collin and even baby Florence -conceived well, during their trip to Florence, Italy- barely a year old, squealed in delight, not even understanding what was happening, filled the kitchen.

“Stay away from the flour, sweetheart.” Tommy saw Y/N wrap her arms around their son and did a spin around herself, earning a happy sound coming off his little chest. He had her smile and eyes.

Stopping to put Oliver on his feet, Y/N smile disappeared immediately as she found her husband with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning on the door frame.

“Oh, please don’t stop your party for me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat looking at him, but soon the love she felt for him was overshadowed by his lack of commitment to the most important thing; his family.

“Sophie, tell your father he can go back to attend whatever business he was doing.” It was a childish attitude, yes. But he started it years ago, she just learned from him and now it was the way she showed him that she was mad.

Those firsts times he wasn’t talking to her, just sending messages with Polly or the maids she would cry until she fell asleep, not understanding why he couldn’t just tell her what he wanted. No, instead he just stared at her with those piercing blue eyes, showing annoyance rather than his usual spark.

Now? She learned to play the same game, she was now able to hold his gaze. Pursing her lips, Y/N placed a hand on her hip.

“Why don’t you just tell him yourself? He’s right in front of you.”

Tommy was about to let out a loud laugh, but that would earn him not sleep in his own bed.

Y/N’s neck snapped so hard at Sophie. She was the living portrait of her father in every look, every word, even the way she walked.

Tommy winked at Sophie behind her mother, resuming his serious stare seconds later right after Y/N turned again to him.

“That smells good.” He cleared his throat.

“It’s for Polly.” Y/N cursed herself for falling in his game. She wasn’t supposed to talk to him.

“But Ma, you said we could eat it.” Collin complained.

“Mr. Shelby, Mrs. Ada is on the phone.” Frances announced. As he went to take that call, more things came up that held him inside his office for the rest of the day.

He didn’t have Saturdays or Sundays off like most of the people, he would work 24/7 if he could. Specially to give his family what he didn’t have when he was growing up.

Tommy stopped first by the room Oliver and Collin shared, Collin had his arm and right leg hanging from the edge of the bed, he turned his son gently to not wake him up. He turned off the lamp between the two beds. Then, he walked to his daughter’s bedroom, the window was open making the curtain move, carefully he tried to close it, but it made a noise.

“Daddy?” Sophie lifted her head from the pillow.

Tommy turned around to face her, approaching her bed.

“Yes, my love?” she made room for him, so he could sit. His little girl smiled when his hand brushed the hair out of her forehead.

“I know why Mum is upset with you… you owe me a ride.”

That would be his absolute pleasure. “I’m listening, shoot.”

“You promised her go dancing a month ago, but you never took her.” Tommy rubbed his eyes. He totally forgot about it.

Fuck.

“Will you forget you promised me going for a ride too?” The concern in her voice almost broke him.

Shaking his head, he kissed her cheek. “Absolutely not, sleep well darling, I will come pick you up early. Just you and me.” Kissing her one more time, he mentally kicked himself for forgetting that promise.

It was almost midnight when he made it to the master bedroom, the lights were off, the French doors to the small balcony open, the moonlight going through the bedroom, falling in a cascading form lighting her frame, she had her back at him, her rhythmic breathing could make anyone think she was sleeping, but she wasn’t. He knew her so well, her breathing, the way her body relaxed when she was finally drifted away, every curve, every smile, every look, every wave of pleasure he provoked in her.

Tommy got rid of his holster and gun, then unbuttoning his shirt he got rid of it, his shoes following. The bed sank down a little when he sat… lying down over the sheets, he looked to his left.

“Do you want to know why I always ask any of our children to tell you something when I’m upset with you?” In silence, Y/N turned in bed to face her husband. Curiosity winning her over.

“Because you can’t stand me to the point of even talk to me?”

Tommy shook his head. He was now lying on his side, facing Y/N completely.

“It’s because I love you to the point that I couldn’t forgive myself if I said something that could hurt you, while being upset.” He confessed.

“Tommy.” She was out of breath now. Her palm caressed his cheek, Tommy brought it to his lips where he left a tender kiss that tingled her whole body.

There were no words that could express the amount of love these two had towards each other. His words now made sense with his actions, he preferred to stay away from her while he was still angry in order to not hurt her feelings by his words.

With guilty running through her, Y/N leaned on her elbow to kiss her husband for the first time that day. Their lips finally meeting after being apart for what seemed like forever. Tommy felt intoxicated by her scent. She couldn’t believe what he just confessed.

“I’m sorry I forgot to take you dancing.” He whispered once they broke apart.

“It’s fine.” Y/N reassured him.

“Mrs. Shelby… Would you dance with me?” He covered the hand she had placed over his heart.

The smile he adored returned to decorate her lips.

“But it’s midnight.”

“And there’s moonlight…”

“So we are going to have a Moondance?” Her eyes lighted up at the memories.

(Flashback)

As they signed the papers, Tommy went to the betting shop, that day closed for the bets. Y/N turned up the radio, the song filling the shop, they still had to share the news with his family, they would go crazy.

“Mr. Shelby?”

“Yes Mrs. Shelby?” He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. The day light was almost gone, but she saw the moon already.

“Dance with me?” A flirty smile took him by surprise.

“Always.”

(End of flashback)

“Come dance with me.” He got up from the bed and helped her as well. They walked to the gramophone in the corner of the room. The saxophone sound counteracting the silence of the night.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes

Tommy extended his hand to her, and pulled Y/N closer to his body, she was only wearing an ivory nightgown, her hair down. He guided her close to the large window.

A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies

“Thank you, for everything you do for us.” Y/N admitted. He worked so hard, made his best to protect them.

And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow

His hand holding her back. They moved to the rhythm of the music. Hers around his neck. Both leaning in for a kiss.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling Of your heartstrings that play soft and low

“You keep us safe.”

You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Tommy kissed her lips before swirling her, to seconds later, his left hand found its way to her back again.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love? Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?

Y/N looked from his blue eyes, down to his lips. Their dance slowing down, while their heartbeats were speeding up. Their lips met one more time, devouring each other’s. Their undergarments scattered around the floor as their hands showed the other how much they cared.

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait 'til the mornin' has come

Leaning Y/N against the French door frame, Tommy wrapped her legs around his waist, his lips on her neck as their hips met. One deep thrust and he found his way back home. Swallowing her moan as she kissed his mouth as Y/N moved against him, her hands using his shoulders for support.

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait 'til the mornin' has come

Hiding his face in the crook of her neck, Tommy felt her hand on top of head, pulling his hair a little.

You know, I know now the time is just right And straight into my arms you will run

Their bodies dancing in perfect sync.

And when you come, my heart will be waiting To make sure that you're never alone There and then all my dreams will come true, dear There and then I will make you my own

He knew she was reaching that point.

And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside And I know how much you want me, that you can't hide

Her body giving away how much she was enjoying it.

Reaching her release. His, a few seconds later.

Their eyes locked, as their bodies were still linked, dancing with the last musical notes.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

That night he was starting to keep his promises, that dance was the first thing on his list. That night, just like the first one they spent together they had the best dance of their lives.

Full of love, full of life, their dance lighted by the moon.

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afroafrofuturistfuture · 2 years

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Switch: The Other Side Pt 4

A/N: Again, this is just filth. I’ve surprised myself. And I apologize I know I keep going back and forth with who gets called what but it’s hard with the last name stuff you know? I’m not Japanese. But this is for funsies and you hope you all enjoy and know that it’s barely proofread like always.

Masterlist is here!

Synopsis: Ochaco gets marriage counseling and it doesn’t really help

Warnings: 18+ content MDNI, smut, p in v, outdoor, oral (m receiving), lying, cheating, mentions of cheating, light choking (literally), cuss words of course, angst if you love Deku

2 months before the party

She was grumpy and she didn't want to admit why. She sat there arms crossed when she was supposed to be open. Deku would never judge her or hate her. She knew that. But even as the marriage counselor gently prodded and Deku stared at her with those big eyes of his, she couldn't make herself say it completely. She would have to admit everything that came with it. When she asked for counseling, she didn't tell him what she'd done. She just said there's some things she wanted to say with someone who could help them navigate their feelings. She admitted that she had different sexual fantasies that didn't involve Deku and that she wanted more from him. But that was all she would say.

"So Ochaco, do you want to tell us about these fantasies?"

She huffed, pouting. She didn't want to say that her fantasies consisted of flashbacks of Bakugo fucking her in the bathroom. Just thinking about it, the way he touched her, made her wet automatically. The way he looked, he took off no clothes but his body underneath her was still magnificent. Under his shirt, she could still feel the planes and dips of his chest, his abs. The way he smiled up at her in pleasure, his eyes bright, watching her every move. The way he felt, his fingers, his cock, just as perfect as she believed it would be.

"Hey. Do you want to come on my cock?"

His words were on repeat and she turned red whenever she thought of them. She got exactly what he offered her and it was good. Better than good. It was pretty vanilla for their first time but the excitement of the danger alone was enticing in the moment. Not that she was excited about cheating on Deku. That's why they were here now with the marriage counselor in front of them.

"My fantasies are just...rougher and more exciting," she shrugged, not looking at anyone. "I want to try…different things like being tied up or choked or maybe even public sex. Not out in the open or anything just somewhere other than the bed at least." Her voice was small and she was beet red and she saw Deku trying not to cringe.

"And Izuku?" The marriage counselor turned to him. "Do you think you could supply that? Do you think you could give her the excitement she's looking for?"

He looked concerned. " I could try. It makes me nervous though. I don't want to hurt you or mess things up."

He looked at her with that adoration she came to expect but also with a hint of sadness. For a moment she worried he already knew. But there was no way right? It was only one time.

"No, I'm asking for it," she supplied in a rush.

"Yes, Izuku, there are plenty of safe ways to explore your sexualities and the fact that you care so much is a great trait to have already if you're to begin down this path."

Was it though, Ochaco thought. Maybe she needed someone to kind of disregard her. Not totally, but someone willing to treat her like the capable and consenting adult that she was. Someone to say she can handle it. She needed someone like...she stopped herself before she could solidify the thought. If she decided he was what she needed, she would never be the same.

Deku nodded but she could see the reluctance on his face. "We can try."

She knew he meant it but she had very little optimism.

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"How's this?"

"Tighter."

"Um, like this?"

She suppressed a sigh. "Yeah, that's good," she lied. His hold on her throat was perfectly fine. He pounded into her like she liked. He moaned as his eyes closed. He was getting close she already knew and she was ready for him to. He'd already made her come once. The sex started out good. He went down on her, tossed her on the bed, and told her to tell her what she wanted. But he usually made her come twice but this time, she wasn't quite feeling it. He was choking her and that was nice but he wasn't great at dirty talking and keeping up with being rough with her. He just wasn't. And she liked that about him. Or she thought she did. She was unsure of herself as he warned her he was coming.

When he rolled off to the side, he turned his head to look at her.

"How was it?" He sounded nervous.

She took a deep breath before answering. "It was...better." Not quite a lie but it was enough. He smiled, satisfied to know he was improving. It pained her even more. She lifted herself from the bed under the pretense of getting a glass of water. She put on a nightie and made her way to the kitchen but she just leaned her elbows on the counter, her head in her hands. She tried to be patient, wanted to be but she couldn't help think of how Katsuki had fucked her. He already knew what to do. What if Deku never gave her that?

It shouldn't matter so much but she had seen greener grass, felt it.

She pulled out her phone and went back to the message thread she had been pondering over the last week. It only had two messages.

Hey. Sorry.

They had each other's numbers because they worked together but never had any reason to use them. The fact that he had said those two words surprised the hell out of her. So much so that she didn't know how to answer but now that she was standing unsatisfied in her kitchen, she knew what she wanted to say.

Don't be.

She finally made her way to getting a glass of water when her phone dinged. Cautiously she checked the notification.

Hmm. You're up late. Deku must've let you down 😏

She groaned almost mad at herself for texting him back but he was right. And he was the only person who would understand.

😔 He's doing his best

He answered quickly again.

🤣 Normally I wouldn't say this but his best isn't enough here, sweetheart.

She chewed on her lip thinking of her next answer when another text came through.

You need me.

Those words made her stomach drop. Before she could stop her fingers, they were typing.

I do

You need me fucking you just how you like it.

She almost moaned aloud and he texted again.

You're wet, aren't you?

She was, wasn't she? She reached down to feel it for herself and sure enough her finger came back sticky. She slowly wiped the finger up over her clit. How did you know?

I know what I do to you.

She chuckled to herself. So cocky. She couldn't find a reason for him not to be though. Her mind drifted and she imagined him bending her over the kitchen counter. She imagined how he would press himself against her ass and run his hands up and over her back to her neck. He'd pull her up and keep a hand on her throat, telling her to tell him how bad she wanted it.

When his next text came, she realized how long she had been in her thoughts.

You touching yourself already? You just can't get enough can you?

She was absently rubbing over her clit. Not yet.

Good. Wait.

Wait? Wait for what? Then her phone started ringing. It was him. She was nervous, her face red, her heart drumming against her chest. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat before finally answering. "Hello?"

"Hey, princess." His voice was soft and deep, perfectly at ease.

She rolled her eyes at the nickname and that helped her relax some. "What do you want?"

"Funny. That's not how you were just texting me."

"Bakugo," she hissed. "This is different."

"What? Can he hear you?"

She peaked over her shoulder just in case. "No," she said but she kept her voice down.

"Can he see you?"

"No."

"Great. Then start touching yourself."

She balked. "Bakugo, I'm standing in my kitchen."

"And I want you so wet you have to mop later." His voice was so quiet, so serious that it was almost like he was next to her, speaking straight into her ear.

She toyed with her clit again. "I... I don't think I can do it."

He hummed in thought. "Then come here."

Fear and excitement seeped into her spine making her rigid. "What?"

"Come to my place."

"Where your wife lives? Right now?"

He chuckled, a low rumble. "Yes. Unless you're scared."

"Of course I'm scared! Why would I do that?" Just then, Deku was coming down the stairs. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and her heart rate was back up again.

"Because you want me to fuck you and make you come, that's why."

She hoped to God he couldn't hear that as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.

She was about to tell him off. She was going to tell him that it was too risky. "But-" He cut her off.

"Just come here. Have some trust, will you?"

She bit her lip just ask Deku whispered, "is everything okay?"

This was a bad idea. It had to be a bad idea. But then she said, "text me the address," right before she hung up.

She turned in Deku's arms just as he asked, "what's up?"

"Nothing really. Mina's just in crisis mode. A break up. I'm gonna check on her, maybe bring ice cream."

Oh his face crumpled sympathetically for the lie she made up about their friend. "Oh okay. Tell her I'm rooting for her." He gave her a peck and headed back up the stairs. He believed her lie.

Her phone dinged. Next, was going to see Katsuki at his house.

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She tried everything to relax on the way there but nothing would quell her mounting anxiety. "Fuck," she muttered almost every five minutes. She was really doing this dumb stupid thing for sex! Still, she wouldn't turn around.

She knew she was close as she started driving basically up a mountain. She had been there maybe once before for a sleepover with Kami and the girls but it was rare that they invited anyone over. She vaguely remembered it and how the driveway went around behind the mountain with a house carved in it. She slowed down before she got closer to the house and turned her lights off for extra measure. She texted Bakugo that she was downstairs and he told her to park outside the garage around the back. When she did, it didn't take long for him to come outside. She rolled down the window when he approached.

"Get out of the car," he commanded.

She wanted to ask all sorts of questions but he told her to trust him so she did as she was told. Seeing him in full view, she admired his fit body in his all black attire. He was in black sneakers, black sweatpants and a black tank top. It wasn't cold out really but it wasn't warm either. Maybe a breezy 65°F night. He was standing with his legs apart, thick arms crossed as if he was a personal trainer getting ready to whip her into shape. He looked her up and down then asked, "back or front, sweetheart?"

"What?"

"Back or front?"

She had no idea what he was referring to but she didn't want to keep questioning him. "Back, I guess?"

His mouth quirked up into a smirk. He gave her another command. "Go around to your trunk then."

She went and he followed behind her.

"Bend over, put your hands on the trunk." She did as he asked, splaying her fingers over the cool metal. She could only hear him approaching her and then she felt his hands on her hips. "Um, Bakugo?"

"Yes, princess?" He answered distractedly. He slid his hands up under the nightie she was still wearing. She only threw on a pair of sweats under it.

"What are you doing?"

He hummed as his hands roamed over her skin. He pressed closer just like she had thought about. "You chose back."

She waited for him to explain further but then he didn't. "...And what does that mean?"

She felt his frame shake with a short laugh. "It means I bend you over your trunk and fuck you from the back," she could hear the smile in his voice.

"And if I had chosen front?" She swallowed. Just then, he did exactly as she imagined. He wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her against his chest.

He spoke right into her ear. "I would have sat you on your hood and fucked you missionary."

She shivered as his breath slid over her ear and his fingers on his other hand reached for her nipple. "What about Kami? Could she see us?"

She felt him shrug. "If she really wanted to look, sure."

"Fuck," she mumbled mostly to herself.

"But like I said, you can trust me." He pushed her forward again, keeping a hand on her back and hooking a finger in the waistband of her sweats. He snapped it against her skin before roughly pulling them down a short distance, just enough to expose her ass.

She gasped, feeling the cool night breeze on her bare skin. He gave her ass cheek a slap and it seemed to echo around them. She gasped again and her back arched, her ass pushing into him. He grabbed a handful of her ass cheek in one hand and hissed before slapping her ass again. Her head fell forward, her eyes closed.

"Doll, the way I'm about to fuck you..." At that moment he took his hands off of her but she didn't move, didn't look. She listened to the ruffling of his clothes and the ripping of foil. She kept her hands firmly planted on the truck even as he took hold of her again with one hand on her hip. The other must've held the cock that was suddenly rubbing against her entrance. His tip spread the wetness that already pooled between her legs around her hole and over her folds. "Still so fucking wet. I can feel it. You're gonna feel so good," he stated like an absolute fact. He lifted her ass slightly higher as he began to push into her. Her body threatened to go limp around him as he stretched her out. Her moan got caught in her throat as she sagged against the car. "Fuck, yes, babe." He grunted as his hips reared back. He snapped his hips forward, diving back deep into her dripping cunt. They moaned together. He reached forward, still keeping a steady thrusting pace, and placed his hands over hers. He leaned his weight on her back as he pushed her hands forward keeping them under his. Then he fucked her in earnest and though he worried she'd tense up, she did the opposite. She relaxed against him, powerless to him rocking into her body at a fierce pace. She lifted her ass to meet him, take him deeper.

He groaned as he bottomed out. "Fucking amazing," he gritted. He moved one hand to wrap around her throat. He whispered in her ear. "You're being way too quiet for me, princess."

"Don't…want… Kami to hear," she whined between thrusts.

"Oh really?" He pulled out for just a moment to soak his fingers with her cream before he brought his hand down to rub over her clit.

She moaned out loud but stopped shortly after the noise flew out of her throat. He leaned back to speak in her again, playing with her clit even harder. "Baby, I will make you scream for me at least once." He pounded into her, his cock unyielding in her warm soaked pussy. They could hear the sounds of them panting mixing in with the wet sounds of their body. Soon enough, she was starting to tense. Good. She started to whine as her hips moved up and down, she was grinding her ass over his dick. It felt amazing. "Fuck!" Katsuki bit out. Yet again, she was going to make him come faster than he thought he should. She was clenching over and over again on his dick and he was not going to last. He pushed down, putting more pressure on her clit and finally she buckled against him.

"Holy fuck," she exclaimed as her body convulsed around him.

Watching her lose it made him lose it too. He grunted, his head falling back as he succumbed to his release, his fingers flexing around her throat as he thrusted wildly into her.

Finally, they stilled, trying to catch their breath and regain their strength. When he finally pulled out and removed the condom, he turned her around to face him. He smirked at the hazy look on her face. "How was that?"

She nodded, still somewhat dazed. "Back was good."

He chuckled to himself, his smirk turning into a grin. She was great for his ego. He stepped in close, placing one hand on her waist, the other on her jaw. "If you want good dick, you know where to find me." He gave her a short languid kiss, his tongue swiping through her mouth. He was planning to leave her there, leaning most of her weight against her car but as he turned to go, she stopped him, a hand on his waistband.

"Wait," she wouldn't meet his eye but he quirked an eyebrow anyway. "There's...one more thing I want to do."

She sounded quiet, far away. What else could she possibly want to do? She looked spent. She pulled him back and turned them so that now he was leaning against the car. Once he saw her sliding to her knees, he tried to stop her. "Ochaco, wait-" it was half hearted but she pushed on regardless. He was still half hard and she took his length into her mouth. "Ochaco, seriously." He tried again but his voice was weak and her mouth was stronger. Maybe all the strength was in her upper body he thought because she was hollowing her cheeks and gripping the base and his balls. "Oh fuck," he was quickly hard again in her mouth but she adjusted well to the added length and thickness. He was almost to the back of her throat.

She pulled off of him with a pop just to say, "Deku almost never lets me do this but I've been wanting for some time now to see him fall apart because of my mouth." She sucked him all the way in and all the way back out. "You'll do though."

If he laughed, it was breathless. His chest moved with the action but nothing came out. She was circling the tip with his tongue and as amazing as he felt, he truly didn't believe he could come a second time so fast. "Princess, I don't think that's going to happen."

She stopped for a full second to look him dead in his eyes with her smoky ones. "Wanna bet?" She didn't wait for him to answer, she sucked his balls into her mouth while furiously stroking his length and he almost buckled under the pleasure.

"Jesus," he tangled his fingers in her. She went back to his cock, her tongue running from base to tip. She closed her mouth around him, taking him farther and sucking harder. The noises coming from him were higher pitched than she'd ever heard. His body started to buck and she reinforced her efforts, shifting to put more energy behind her motions. Her head was bobbing as she took him in and out quickly. She was pulling another orgasm out of him and he couldn't believe it. It hit so hard and fast, he had no time to warn her. He tried to pull her away but his muscles tensed out of his control. Luckily for him, she pulled herself closer letting him come in her mouth. It wasn't the best taste in the world but seeing him like that, mouth open, eyes shut tight, struggling to stay standing, it was worth it. He looked down at her just in time enough to see her swallow and wipe her mouth off. He helped get her to her feet and he pulled her into his chest, kissing her like he'd never see her again. She started giggling as he peppered kisses everywhere.

"Bakugo, stop, I'm ticklish."

"Not surprising," he muttered, slowly coming to a stop with the kisses. "And please, start calling me Katsuki. I think we're better acquainted now." He let her step back out of his embrace. "And plus, I'll have you screaming my name soon enough." He winked and stepped away from her car.

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okay, this is a uncomfortable question so you can feel free to jot answer, but do you think that maybe endv 'forced' I don't want to use the other word rei to give birth to natsuo or shouto? because I think that the story implies this a lot with the flashbacks in the hospital, more with shouto birth than natsuo but since we don't see rei interacting a lot with natsuo when he was a kid, and is common for women that were 'forced' to have kids to don't feel comfortable around them, I think that maybe this could be the case, idk thinking about this just makes rei situation in the family even more heartbreaking

Hi, Anon. Thank you for giving me a chance to talk about this topic. Yes, this is gonna be a bit uncomfortable to talk about, I’ll just try to explain this the best I can. The rest is under a cut for the length and cw.

CW implication of marital rape

First of all, let me remind us all that it was never a marriage out of love. It was a mere quirk marriage, no more no less. Enji pursued Himura’s daughter for her quirk. That’s all. He wanted her quirk, and we all know the reason behind that is because he wanted to create custom children who will surpass All Might. That’s the whole purpose of their marriage. And Rei knew, more than anyone, it was her sole role in that marriage: to give this man a child who will be able to surpass All Might. It was a duty of her. That is very sad (okay I’m about to cry as writing this).

So, was it a forced marriage? It’s complicated. It’s not like Enji forced Himura family to give their daughter to him by strength, but we knew from Touya’s dialogue later that there was, high likely, money (beside social status of course) playing behind it. Something like that is a common occurance in a marriage where one of the party has so much higher status than the other party. Gathering information from everyone’s dialogue, we can conclude that: Himura family was on the edge of their glory, they needed money and for their family’s status to rise again, then they had this number two hero came and pursued their daughter, would be a stupid person to reject this opportune offer so if we imagine what their family would think at that time.

How about Rei’s feeling on the marriage? It was never about herself nor for herself. It was for her family’s sake as she said, a choice made on her own as she claimed, but also with limited options. I think we all understand what situation she was in. It was a situation where you just couldn’t help but to be resigned to it. And Rei made it so positive; “I had hoped, if nothing else, that I would keep smiling...” A pure and naturally kind woman.

Even without love, it wasn’t an abusive marriage at start. There were times where Enji and Rei had decent interactions. But, it still wasn’t a healthy marriage since the start, because they married for this taboo (also highly risky and dangerous for the child’s health) goal: creating a child who will be able to surpass All Might (Enji’s idea).

Touya and Fuyumi, we could say they were born from both the parents’ agreement. But, for Natsuo and Shouto, they were not same cases. As this picture below shows, Rei was actually showing disagreement towards Enji’s idea to have more children after Fuyumi.

Because Rei knew; the only reason for that was to show Touya that he couldn’t surpass All Might. It was very cruel to break his heart that way. Then, what happened? Did he “force” (yes, same with you, I prefer to just use this word either) her?

I don’t know. And I think we don’t know, too, because there was no continuation after that conversation that could give us enlightment and clarity whether then Enji forced her to do “that” or not. But, we know for sure this is Rei’s last expression towards Enji’s persistency to have more kids.

And sure this isn’t an expression of consent. And I actually doubt Hori would be allowed to give more clarity about “that matter” than what he has given us in a PG-13 shonen manga. So, I think all those implications should be enough to tell us that Rei didn’t consent to Natsuo’s and Shouto’s birth. That is the purpose of that page after all, to tell us that:

It was Enji’s idea to create more children because he thought that way he could make Touya give up on trying to surpass All Might (while actually, deeply, Touya just wanted to please him and to have his own father “see” him again, so that he could acknowledge him and have moments with him again, and didn’t neglect him anymore, and so that Touya could have a reason to exist—so he thought—back) and Enji needed a child who will be able to surpass All Might nonetheless.

Rei didn’t agree with Enji’s idea at all.

The next page we still have Rei holding a new baby, Natsuo. So, it tells us that whether Rei agreed or not, it didn’t matter. Anything Enji desired would still happen nonetheless.

In addition, Rei’s expression after having Natsuo, she didn’t look quite as happy as before. Even though it’s not like she had a happy, dreams-come-true marriage since the beginning, but, at that time, she looked particularly tired. I doubt it was just because Hori wanted to show us that the process of giving birth is exhausting and life-threatening, which it is, but I’m sure there was another reason Hori decided to show Rei that way, because aside from tired, she also looked so resigned, and her gaze started to feel empty. I think of course she was happy with her newborn (with Natsuo, I’m sure she loves him), because it wasn’t about the child but more of about the process, the reason behind having the child.

And after Shouto’s birth, it was even clearer that she looked really, really exhausted, but also so relieved, as it finally would stop, because I doubt Enji would stop if Shouto were to born “not perfect”.

I will just leave it this way. I’ll let everyone have their own conclusion after reading what I’ve written in this meta, because I’m sure this is such a complicated situation to talk about. And it’s not like this is a completely rare situation to find. I think once in our life we’ve encountered a woman in Rei’s type of marriage, and it’s hard to say they were “forced” if the women themselves think “they are okay with it”, right? —would be the most common argument. I’ll just say, your assumption towards this matter, I’m on the same page with you, Anon. I honestly do feel the same way.

But, let me just correct this one thing: I don’t think Rei was uncomfortable with Natsuo regardless of anything happening behind his birth, at least at the beginning. I think Rei was interacting enough with Natsuo, as much as her interacting with Fuyumi and as best as a mother with four children to take care at the same time could. Actually, it was shown whenever Rei went, Fuyumi and Natsuo were following her like little ducks XD It was really cute!

However, when Natsuo growing up (before Rei was sent to the hospital), Rei indeed started to feel fear towards him. But, it was because of some physical similarities between him and Enji. Although the fear could also be more than just about having similar appearance with Enji (it could also because of seeing Enji’s appearance inducing unpleasant memories on her, as being reminded of him, she could also be reminded of his “actions” towards her), I think, as Hori has explained before (even though the timeline was kinda wrong since Enji had already gotten worse even before Touya’s “death”), it was more because of Enji’s worsened behavior rather than anything that happening behind Natsuo‘s birth (even though there was still a room for accumulated trauma to have a role there!).

#rei todoroki #bnha #mha #bnha spoilers #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #natsuo todoroki #todoroki shouto #bnha meta #cw marital rape #anonymous #latu post

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featherfur · 3 years

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Meng Yao should have been around when Jiang Cheng was running around with his head cut off trying to make disciples out of rogues and convince everyone to get started on the war. I just think he’d see this, probably manic, idiot who needs help and is 100% willing to be bossed around and who really doesn’t care about Meng Yao station in life because he’s just fucking desperate and wants to die but can’t because Yanli and just go “actually I’m interested”. Because Jiang Cheng would riot if he knew Meng Yao wanted to go back to his dad, and well Jiang Cheng is very pathetic when he thinks he’s being left behind (“You’re leaving me for the Jin just like Shijie? Tears and loud words for you! Tears and loud words dor a thousand years!”)

And Meng Yao would have a spot in Lotus Pier where he is VERY clearly wanted, he probably doesn’t become sworn brothers with anyone (or LXC and NMJ realize that no one needs to give the Jin any more influence and become sworn brothers with Jiang Cheng) unless it’s Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian (unfortunately WWX will still probably be killed or hunted at the very least but atleast Qin Su is alive? Maybe having MY around will help calm JC into the fact that LWJ wants to bang his brother and help him so JC can convince WWX to let LWJ atleast play for him, then maybe WWX can accidentally let slip about him already destroying one half and LWJ can help destroy the other half… Dunno if the Wen Remnants survive either sorry, honestly I don’t know if anyone can stop JGS in the long run)

So there’s two ways this goes: (under read more I have Thoughts)

Meng Yao DOES go to the Jin Sect still because JC gets wanting your Dad’s Approval even when he’s a dick AND he protects Yanli who immediately adopted him when JC showed up to the war with him. Without being stuck between a Rock and a Hard place (sorry NMJ not everyone is a annoyingly stubborn with their morals as you and MY is being hurt :( leave him alone :(( ) MY is able to continue being pressured without breaking and even though JGS keeps trying to get him to manipulate JC, MY won’t and won’t manipulate NMJ either and every time he goes to Lotus Pier to ‘look into’ the Jiang Sect he actually just spends the week being plied with children and listening to Jiang Cheng explain the fashion industry Again and talk about silks vs cashmeres vs wool so he just gets a vacay and is more prepared to stand up against his dad.

Also JC and Yanli catch on pretty quick to Madam Jin abusing MY because they were there after Madam Yu would hurt WWX and they know the signs of trying to hide the pain and Yanli suddenly starts Show Up whenever Madam Jin tries anything because that is her Didi now and she will protect him and if anyone ELSE tries to mess with him she will rip them apart like when Jin Zixun tries to bother WWX.

JGS does eventually manage to frame something on WWX but MY intervenes immediately by telling JC the truth and without the ‘did my kinda insane PTSD ridden brother so this?” Panic thoughts JC gets his people and is waiting for the force of Jin and smaller sects, with his two sworn brothers on either side. Because yeah NMJ absolutely hates the Wen but can he really ignore LXC and JC? Plus NHS on the side? He’s only there to protect WWX, anyone else can get fucked and even then he’s only protecting WWX because JC asked him too because NMJ thinks WWX sucks for choosing the wens because he’s very much of the one track ‘the wens suck’ mind. MY pretends he has no idea what’s going on but he does summon Jin Zixuan on ‘accident’ who shows up, annoyed he had to leave his kid, and is like “are we really going to accuse Nie Mingjue, known Wen hater, of protecting Wei Wuxian and lying about his innocence? Because his sword is the same size as my body and I’d rather Not”

(okay he’s more polite and subtle but that’s the gist) somehow Jin Guangshan dies, I’m voting Yanli poisoned him because I think Meng Yao is 100% willing at this point to simply take the abuse because Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen aren’t essentially telling him to murder his father and that he’s stupid for not holding harder to his morals (sorry NMJ,,, you just,, I love you but MY is hurting and he’s not as stabby as you) NMJ is still very much crankily telling him his dad sucks whenever they meet but Jiang Cheng gets all sparkly whenever MY is around because MY will say he’s Doing Good, so there’s only so much room before JC start just biting anyone who even looks at MY wrong. (NMJ says he’s proud of JC once and JC just starts crying and NMJ UnderstandsTM why MY won’t leave him alone)

But Yanli has to be the one to kill him because MY wouldn’t because he’s a filial son and probably hasn’t lost his hope he will be Loved, Jin Zixuan wouldn’t because he’s like the only one in the entire show not down with murder, Madam Jin is not about to give up the power and money that comes from being the wife of Jin Guangshan even if JZX would take care of her because Yanli clearly is willing to rip everyone apart who fucks with her family and unlike Jiang Cheng is willing to change the status quo, and if JGS dies on a hunt they’ll blame WWX so Yanli just poisons him slowly and he dies from ‘illness’. JZX takes power, Meng Yao is told he’s amazing twelve times a day because JZX can do busy work and argue against anyone but he cannot have a small talk conversation to save his life. Life continues peacefully, Jiang Cheng keeps kidnapping JZX’s advisor because he misses him. Meng Yao knows how to control literally every single great sect but he’s busy chasing down his nephews and helping Jiang Cheng avoid marriage offers to do anything.

Once Jin Guangshan died, LXC and MY both swooped in to have the Wen Remnants moved somewhere else to ‘civilize’ them (using LXC’s own words here) and WWX is very much caught between Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji arguing over who he’s going home with and he’s honestly never felt more Loved TM. WWX spends six months to break the rest of the tiger rally under the grumpy/watchful eye of NMJ who still isn’t happy anyone from the Wen’s is still alive but he’s weak to puppy eyes and also when he’s being strong armed by his sworn brothers, MY, and NHS (though he still keeps an eye on the actual cultivators, he’s pretty much forgotten the rest of the Wen Remnants exist he just cares about the ones who know how to use a sword). Wangxian happens, idk how I’m voting for a wild Jingyi another orphan decides that he wants to meet the Purple Angry Man and body slams into WWX’s legs trying to get to the Purple man and LWJ catches him and it’s a full on romantic moment of staring into each other’s eyes while Jiang Cheng makes disgusted noises and Meng Yao pats his hand and just tells him to accept it.

Or Meng Yao stays in Lotus Pier because Jiang Cheng has problems and Meng Yao loves a messy loudmouth aggressive bitch with a secret heart of gold. Also Jiang Cheng is the exact kind of Demi-aroace dummy to not realize Meng Yao has a crush on LXC and keeps sending him over to Cloud Recesses to help with trade or something and MY gets to hang out with his crush constantly.

MY is Jiang Cheng’s personal advisor since WWX is currently refusing to process his trauma and staying in a very traumatic place. MY does try to help but WWX doesn’t trust him and probably only half trusts him around JC, BUT MY is very good with kids and helps work with JC on how to slip WWX supplies while negotiating directly with Nie and Lan without Jin glaring over him this time, and Jin Zixuan is more than happy to help when he can because again he’s just like the only one with modern morals and wants Lotus Pier to be strong since if all the sects fall then well the fucking demons/ghosts they hunt will eat them. So WWX is slowly atleast not ready to kill him, Meng Yao finds out WWX already destroyed half the Tiger Tally and tries to get him to let NMJ and LXC help him destroy it further (because that ties the three sects closer and so WWX won’t just stab someone if someone isn’t happy about the Wen’s existing)

Yanli poisons Jin Guangshan again because I think that’s the best way for him to go, Meng Yao does grieve but also that lasts for three minutes before Jiang Cheng shows up with some children he found in Yunmeng and Meng Yao needs to explain to him again that just because the kid latches on doesn’t mean you can take them home. But with JGS out of the way it’s a lot easier to strong arm NMJ into letting the Lan take the remnants (JC and NMJ still aren’t happy about it but NMJ can’t fight the three other sects and JC is getting his brother back and he’ll take the Wen living if that means WWX is too) and WWX returns to Lotus Pier. The truth of the golden core comes out probably via WWX having a flashback or panic attack or something (or that one theory of Yanli knowing,,,) words happen, WWX storms off to find LWJ.

Meng Yao wonders why he likes messy cry babies but still helps out Jiang Cheng because they’re technically brother in laws and also because he really does care about him. Wangxian happens and now Jiang Cheng is really pissed but WWX also said he wasn’t going to just up and leave so they’re on a rotating system but honestly everyone’s just waiting for them to move permanently to Lotus Pier because Lan Wangji has this giant hole in his heart for kids who love Wei Wuxian and Lotus Pier is filled with kids who are Jiang and therefore are insane ans love WWX.

Personally I think this one is the least likely but it sounds very nice right?

#the untamed #mdzs #Jiang Cheng #Meng Yao #Jin Guangyao #fix it #sorta #Lan Xichen #Nie Mingjue #Jiang Yanl #Wei Wuxian #read more #don’t take any of this seriously lmao pls I’m just fucking around

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semisgroupie · 3 years

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The Woman Who Used to be Mrs. Jones

Genre: smut, fluff (kinda at the end?), angst

Pairing: Aoi Todo X F!Reader

Word Count: 6.4k words

Warnings (some of the content can be triggering so please read through the warnings before reading this): cheating (in this Todo is the other man/reader is in a loveless marriage where her husband cheats on her/her husband is just a huge asshole), toxic relationship, sexual scenes, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), dirty talk, multiple creampies, bathroom sex, praise, risky sex (they fuck at a party the reader and her husband is hosting), mention of a small altercation between Todo and reader’s husband, mention of a child & brief mention of pregnancy (not detailed), if I missed anything let me know

A/N: I do not condone, support or encourage cheating! It is not good, don’t do it! The song Me and Mrs. Jones by Billy Paul helped me with creating this piece so I recommend listening to it while reading this. This has depicted sex within this so MINORS DNI (I’m not gonna cry bc I don’t cry but I am not afraid to beat some ass) So I hope you all enjoy it, comments/reblogs are very appreciated!!! I also apologize in advance if formatting is weird on mobile :/

Flashbacks are bolded & italicized! Also separated by a border!

Todo walks up to the counter of the cafe and orders the usual for the both of you. He came early since he was done with work earlier than usual so after paying for the drinks he carried them to the special spot you two shared. Once seated he takes his phone out to check the time while taking a sip from his drink.

The time read 5:45. You got out fifteen minutes ago and your job wasn’t too far from the cafe, so you’d be there soon. The bell chimed to the cafe and Todo looked up to see you walk in.

His heart pounded in his chest, you looked as beautiful as you did the first day he met you all those years ago in high school. Once you two made eye contact you flashed him a smile and made your way over to him.

“Hey baby, I didn’t think you’d be here before me.”

He felt his cheeks flush at the pet name. You leaned down to hug him and give him a kiss, placing your hands on each side of his face caressing him as your lips met. Once you pulled away you sat down and started talking about your day at work.

He couldn’t help but lose focus as to what you were saying. He knew your day was tough from how your hair looked a bit disheveled from running your hands through it, a habit you had picked up when you were extremely stressed.

Time passed as the two of you spoke about each other’s days and then you were both done with your drinks.

“Wanna go home now Aoi? As much as I love it here I found this new recipe online that I would really like to try out!”

He nodded as you both got up, tipped the cashier one last time before heading to your shared home. The distance was short from where you both were currently and when you two were together even one hundred miles would feel like two blocks.

As Todo put the key in to unlock the door he sighed in content. Once you both were inside he took your jacket off and put it away. He leaned on the kitchen island while you started taking out ingredients for dinner.

“This isn’t a dream right Y/N?”

It just felt so unrealistic to him he just had to be dreaming. Your laughter filled the air as you walked towards him. You wrapped your arms around his body and looked up at him.

“While we did this in the most unconventional way it is very much real” you removed your left hand from his body to put your hand close to his line of view, “this ring you gave me a few months ago is proof of our love and the ring I gave you on your left ring finger is also proof of my love and dedication to you.”

Unconventional? Was that even the right word to explain the events that led you both to where you are now?

You started your arrangement with him two years ago. You became “Mrs. Jones” a year before that. A happy marriage was wished to the both of you, but your marriage was anything but that. Six months after you both said your I do’s you found your husband in bed with his boss. They didn’t even think about trying to conceal their affair.

To say it broke your heart was an understatement. You felt like he ripped your heart out of your chest and destroyed it slowly as you watched. Soon there were lonely nights filled with you drinking and crying yourself to sleep. Soon after you just became numb, you got used to putting up a facade whenever your friends or family asked how married life was.

The only one who knew of the affair and how horrible your marriage actually was, was your best friend Valerie. When she first found out you had to hold her back the next time she saw him because she was just filled with rage. You were trying to find a good divorce attorney, but you just didn’t have enough money yet, so you were stuck for the time being. Then it was time to plan how to celebrate one year since the day you married him.

Valerie said that she would bring a special surprise for you, but you just pushed it to the side. You settled on hosting a party at your parent’s house since it was big enough. The fake smile you had plastered on your face burned your soul more than the cheap ring on your finger. A cheap ring that meant the entire world one moment but now means absolutely nothing.

You were leaning on the wall, holding a glass of champagne, next to your husband as Valerie approached you.

“Y/N! You look absolutely stunning!” she gave your husband a side glance as she begrudgingly said his name, “Declan... anyways I have your surprise so come with me to the backyard!”

Before you could say anything she grabbed your hand and weaved both of you through the crowd of people. She opened the door and you almost dropped your glass at the sight.

“Aoi? I thought you were away in Sweden?”

Todo brings a hand to his neck.

“I was but my job relocated here, and Valerie told me everything. As much as I’d love to say congratulations, I can’t.”

Your body moves on its own as you approach him and hug him. He holds you on instinct and all that is heard is sniffles. You move back and quickly apologize for your abrupt actions.

“Hey, don’t apologize pretty girl” he brought his hands to cup your face and wiped the tears from your face, “Declan should be the one apologizing, how could he take someone like you for granted. I know you might not believe me, but you look just as beautiful as you did when we were in high school.”

The two of you were high school sweethearts but got accepted into different colleges. The inevitable happened and you both broke up, heading your separate ways losing contact. The last thing you heard about him was he had a job in Sweden and that was it. After college you met Declan and he seemed like a knight in shining armor, but it was too late for you to realize he was the devil in disguise.

You leaned into his touch as if you two were the only ones there. Only if he was the one you married; you both would be so happy. You wouldn’t have to worry about any mistresses or affairs because even in this moment you felt all his love. Todo moved in and before you knew it you felt his lips on yours.

You melted into the kiss immediately kissing him back until he abruptly pulled away.

“I am so sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to you’re still married, and this is the anniversary party and he’s inside—”

“I don’t care about Declan. The only one I care about is you. Valerie always says I should be a little selfish and now is the time. I still care about you Aoi, I still love you. The piece of my heart that left with you is now back and I’m whole again. I understand if you’re not comfortable with this, I am trying to find a lawyer and once I get the promotion at my job I can finally pay for one.”

You looked up at him hoping he would indulge you in one last kiss even if it would be the last one you two ever shared. You watched as a smile grew on his handsome face.

“I love you too Y/N, I always had and I always will. When Valerie told me about everything I cannot explain the anger I felt not only at him but also myself. If I never left then you wouldn’t be in this situation. Maybe you would’ve been with me.”

He leaned down and placed another kiss on your lips. Before it could continue Valerie ran out to the both of you.

“Hey lovebirds as much as I love seeing you two together Declan is starting a toast and wants his wife by his side.”

She rolled her eyes as your husband’s name left her lips. You took a deep breath and turned inside, Valerie and Todo following you. You took another deep breath as you made your way to your husband putting up the fake smile. He handed you a glass of champagne and started the toast.

“This past year with my beautiful wife by my side has been the best year of my life. Waking up next to her every morning is what fuels my fire. I love this woman so much and marrying her was the best decision of my life. Thank you all for coming and supporting us. Here’s to a happy, healthy marriage and for many more years to come!”

As glasses clinked and cheers filled the room you were filled with disgust at his words. How could he spew such garbage knowing it meant absolutely nothing?

“Come on honey, you can do a better job with that fake fucking smile. Make everyone believe that we’re in love and that I haven’t fucked almost every single one of my coworkers. Maybe I’ll even indulge in you tonight.”

“Fuck you Declan, you piece of shit.”

You excused yourself to the bathroom shoving your heel into his foot making him wince in pain. Todou followed you upstairs a few minutes afterwards hearing your sobs. He knocked on the door once, twice until your shaky voice responded.

“Hey it’s me, I wanted to check on you.”

He waited hearing your heels click on the ground until you reached the door to open it. You looked up at him with tear stained cheeks, eyes puffy from all the rubbing and wiping your tears away. Todo looked at you with so much love it was as if Eros struck him with his bow.

He quickly placed his lips on yours, the kiss feverish but also very loving. As if he was telling you how much he loved you each time his lips met yours. He picked you up and placed you on top of the bathroom sink, quickly running to shut and lock the bathroom door.

“Please let me make you forget about him. Please let me show you what it is like to make love and not fuck. Please Y/N.”

All you did was nod before placing your lips back on his allowing your hands to slide down and undo his belt. He allowed you to undo his belt and pants letting them hit the ground while he was lifting the skirt of your dress up.

“As much as I’d love to take my time worshipping your body we have to make this pretty quick beautiful. But please if you want to stop at any time stop me.”

You nodded at him as you felt his hand lightly graze your clothed pussy. He moved your panties to one side as he slipped a finger in, slowly moving it then inserting a second finger moving it just as slow but each movement made you moan and shiver. You started getting impatient and you grabbed his wrist.

“Please Aoi, please make love to me.”

He slotted his lips against yours again as he removed his cock from his boxers. Moving the tip against your folds making you both moan in the kiss. Once he entered you, slowly and gentle, you broke away from the kiss to throw your head back and moan. Once you gave him the okay he started thrusting.

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. Just holding me like you don’t want me to let go.”

He moved faster hitting all the right spots. It was as if his cock was designed to fit inside your pussy. Both of your moans and groans filled the small bathroom. It quickly became heated as the mirror started to fog up. He started thrusting into you faster and harder making you throw your hands on the mirror for stabilization.

He placed sloppy kisses along the column of your neck. He lifted himself from your neck to lick two of his fingers and place them on your clit, moving them in small tight circles.

“Come on baby cum for me. Cum all over my cock and I will fill you up. I’ll make this pretty little pussy so fucking messy with my cum and you’ll walk around in that party filled with it. You look so fucking gorgeous baby. I love you so much.”

That sent you off the edge, creaming on his cock with a high pitched moan of his name. He continued pounding your pussy through your orgasm as he was nearing his own. You pulled him in for another kiss running your nails up and down his clothed chest. Feeling your nails against him made him reach his own peak, filling you completely with his cum.

Todo peppered kisses along your lips, swollen and puffy from kissing so intensely, as you both came down from your highs.

“I’m going to pull out now okay?”

“Okay that’s fine.”

You didn’t need to tell Todo to be gentle, he was already treating you like fine glass. He slowly pulled out and quickly moved your underwear to cover your cum filled pussy. A low chuckle left his lips.

“Don’t want you leaking cum all over the place.”

He lifted you off the bathroom sink after picking up both his pants and boxers. Before you could even smooth out your dress Todo did it for you, fixing any flyaways in your hair and placing one last kiss on your lips. He unlocked the door and helped lead you to the stairs.

“We should head down at separate times so we don’t look so suspicious.”

You nodded, placing one last kiss one his lips.

“I love you Aoi.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

You went downstairs and walked to your parents. You had a small limp and it filled both Aoi and yourself with joy seeing how your husband stared, completely confused at you. Valerie leaned next to you close to your ear.

“I already gave Aoi your phone number, go get that dick again.”

She lightly smacked your ass, a small yelp leaving your lips. The party went on for a couple more hours, lingering glances shared between you and Todo. When the party ended you had to figure out a ride situation since your husband drank way too much and you were a little tipsy.

Declan’s brother offered to take him back and before he could offer you a ride Todo came up and offered to take you home, to which you immediately agreed. The ride was filled with laughter and talk of memories. Also, when Todo parked at a secluded area near where you live you thanked him for the ride with a mind blowing blowjob.

He dropped you off in front of your place, being the gentleman he is, he walked you to the front door giving you one last kiss.

“I hope to see you again soon beautiful angel.”

“How about tomorrow? We could go get drinks or dinner.”

“There’s a cafe near my job, I’ll text you the address. Meet me there tomorrow when you’re done with work.”

You nodded as you fished your keys out of your purse. Taking a deep breath you unlocked the door and put your things away, heading straight to the guest bedroom because you refuse to sleep in the same bed Declan had all his whores in.

You thought he went to sleep until you heard a groan of your name. You rolled your eyes and continued going to the guest bedroom, ignoring him until you felt a hand grab your wrist.

“What do you want Declan?”

“What, I can’t touch my wife? You looked really sexy tonight so I thought I might do you the favor of fucking you.”

Fire burned in your veins. Every time you tried to pull yourself away from his hold, his grip got tighter.

“Declan, you’re drunk, and I hate you. Even if I was drunk I still wouldn’t go to bed with you, so make good friends with your hand or call one of your whores up because I will never sleep with you again.”

He turned you around.

“Listen here you bitch, you will never talk to me like that ever again. I did you the fucking favor of marrying your sorry ass now you treat me like this? I haven’t touched you in fucking months and this is what you tell me? Fuck you.”

“My sorry ass? Did me a favor? Did you also do me a favor by cheating on me over and over again? Did you do me a fucking favor then Declan? Rubbing it in my face that you didn’t love me the way I loved you, fucking anything that had tits and bringing them back here. I. Fucking. Hate. You. Rot. In. Hell. I don’t know what those girls see in you anyways, I had to fake almost all my orgasms and your dick has a weird curve, you should go see a doctor for that actually. I can’t wait until I have the money to divorce you and properly leave your sorry ass in the dust.”

You snatched your arm from his grip and locked yourself in the guest bedroom. You took off the heels and unzipped your dress letting it hit the ground as you made your way to the bathroom that was connected to the room. You took off the ring on your left hand flushing it down the toilet.

“That’ll be the last I see of you.”

You turned on the shower letting the water run, steam filling up the bathroom fogging up the mirror. You slipped your panties off the memory of your time with Aoi in the bathroom of your parents’ house filling your mind as you picked up the cum stained panties and put them in the laundry basket.

You entered the shower letting the water run over your body. After your shower you put your pajamas on and sent a goodnight text to Todo setting up the time for meeting at the cafe tomorrow. The next morning you woke up to an empty house, you let out a sigh of relief not wanting to deal with Declan after the stunt he pulled last night.

Your day at work went fairly quickly then it was the end of your workday. Inputting the address Todo gave you into the GPS you realized the drive was going to be pretty short. Once you found parking you walked into the cafe, the little bell on the door chiming with the movement. You looked around and saw Todo sitting at a corner side table, isolated from most of the crowd.

That’s when you started the arrangement. He was fine with being the sideman for now until he could properly have you to himself. Little dates and mind blowing sex filled your lives for the next four months.

~Four Months Later~

Todo was sitting at the table that basically became the unofficially assigned table for you both as he heard the chime to the door. His head shot up expecting you to come through the doorway. It was just an elderly couple. He checked his phone again, checking for any new messages from you and nothing. Just the last message that read: “I’ll see you soon my love”.

Today was the day you would find out if you got the promotion. With the promotion you would get a huge increase in your salary and a $2,000 advance once it was official. $2,000 was the amount you needed to finally afford the divorce lawyer.

Ten minutes passed and Todo ordered another drink for himself. To say he was nervous for you would be an understatement. He was fidgeting like crazy. He received the drink and sat back down at the table. The door chimed again and he looked up to finally see you.

You waved at him and gave him a small smile. Worry filled him and he was afraid to ask you how everything went.

“There’s no way she didn’t get the promotion. She has the best relationship with her boss and she works so hard.” He thought to himself.

You greeted him with a kiss on his head and sat down. He stood silent watching you.

“So I should tell you about what happened at work right Aoi?”

“You don’t have to honey, it’s fine.”

A smile graced your face, a genuine smile, the only type of smile that you shared with Todo since he filled you with genuine happiness.

“I got the promotion.”

Todo sat there in shock.

“What? What did you just say?”

“I got the promotion. I just came back from meeting the divorce lawyer to fill out necessary paperwork, that’s why I came so late.”

He got up from his seat and lifted you up into his arms.

“I’m so happy. I could yell from the rooftops.”

So he did the next best thing, he yelled about your promotion to the entire cafe. The people inside applauded you and gave you words of encouragement. The elderly man approached the both of you after Todo put you down.

“Congratulations to you young lady. This young man seems to be extremely proud of you. I didn’t mean to interrupt the celebration but it’s just that the both of you remind both my wife and I of us when we were younger. While we met under unconventional circumstances we have spent the past 30 years together. I wish you both a happy, healthy relationship.”

You both thanked the old man and watched him walk back to his wife.

“Do you think we’ll be like them one day Aoi?”

He pulled you close to him.

“I don’t think we will, I have a feeling I know we will. Now let’s go pick up your things and bring you back to my place to properly celebrate.”

He drove you to your house and walked with you inside to pack your clothes. In the midst of packing things you both heard the front door slam shut, meaning one thing: Declan was home.

“Care to explain the car in front Y/N? I know you don’t have enough money to afford a new one.”

You sighed and continued packing with Todo.

“I was asking you a fucking question -- oh who’s this? Why are you packing? Oh I get it now, finally got a new guy to deal with your shit? Good luck buddy--”

Before Declan could get another sentence out Todo walked over and shoved him against the wall.

“Don’t you ever speak to Y/N like that again asshole. For your information, she’s leaving you and coming with me. A guy who actually loves her.”

Declan stood there shocked that someone stood up to him. Once you zipped up your bag Todo left Declan to help you. Todo walked behind you with your bag in his hand. You turned one last time to Declan.

“Oh by the way I’ve been having sex with Aoi for the last four months and the first time was at the anniversary party. The reason I was limping was because of him not because of my heels. And you’ll be getting my divorce papers soon, go fuck yourself Declan.”

You walked with Todo to his car and he drove you back to the cafe so you could bring your car to his place. Once you entered through the front door he was on top of you. Placing sloppy kisses all over your lips and neck.

“You looked so fucking sexy there Y/N.”

He picked you up and brought you to his bedroom while you were peppering kisses along his neck. He put you on the bed and started stripping, you followed suit until you were left in your bra and panties and he was left in his boxers.

He pushed you down on the bed and crawled over you. Placing kisses down your body, removing your bra once he got to your chest and removing your panties once he got to your hips. Not one inch of your body was left untouched by his lips except your pussy. The place you needed him most.

“Aoi please.”

“Please what baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Need you—your mouth on my pussy please.”

He wasted no time. He licked from your leaking entrance to your engorged clit. Making you throw your head back.

“I don’t know how but you taste better every time. I’m fucking addicted to how you taste.”

He dove back in, wrapping his lips around your clit and using a finger to tease your entrance. He was alternating between light sucks and harsh sucks making you buck your hips against his mouth.

“Aoi please fuck me. Wanna cum on your cock please.”

He gave your clit one last suck and took the finger he used to circle your entrance and put it in your mouth. The feeling of your tongue swirling around his finger made him even harder if that was possible. He stood up and took off his boxers, throwing them to a random area in the room.

He spit on his hand and pumped himself a few times as he made his way back on the bed.

“Are you ready my love?”

You spoke breathlessly “yes Aoi, please.”

He aligned himself and entered you slowly, going inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you. A moan leaving both of your lips.

“And correction my love, I don’t fuck you” you furrowed your brows but that expression quickly changed when he pulled himself back until only the head of his cock was inside you and he bottomed out again in a swift movement, “I make love to you.”

He leaned down placing his forearms on either side of your head slotting his lips against yours. His thrusts slowly increase in speed. He breaks the kiss to praise you.

“My beautiful girl is so talented. You look so gorgeous right now. So fucking beautiful, I love you Y/N. I love you so much.”

“Aoi, feels s’good. Please I’m gonna cum soon. You fill me so good, like you were made for me.”

You wrap your legs around his waist and he slides his hand down between the two of you to rub circles around your clit. Your moans start increasing in pitch signaling that you’re going to cum. You bring your hands to his back and rake your nails down, digging into his skin, sure to leave marks. His ruts increased in speed bringing you to your orgasm.

“Fuck baby you’re clenching my cock so tight. I’m gonna cum so deep in your pussy baby. I’m gonna fill you up every single day because now you are mine.”

He emphasized each word with a hard thrust. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. Once he cums he sinks his teeth in trying to conceal the guttural moan that leaves his mouth. Coming down from his high he lifts his head up.

“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to—”

“There’s no need to apologize Aoi, I’m sorry about the scratches on your back.”

“Don’t apologize pretty girl, with how often we’re going to be making love I’ll get used to it.”

He slowly pulled out and you felt the cum leak out of you. He picked you up and carried you bridal style to the shower. Let’s just say both of you were lucky that the neighbors were gone for the night.

~1 year later~

The both of you have been together for a year and four months. Todo was by your side the entire time throughout the divorce preceding. Comforting you and supporting you the entire time. Once your divorce was finalized your relationship received an official title.

Both of you were extremely happy but there was the voice in the back of Todo’s head that gave him doubts. When he went to go engagement ring shopping with Valerie the voice was there.

As he picked out the perfect ring for you the voice was there. His head was filled with doubts. Of course he loved you, he loved you more than anyone or anything in the world. He knew you loved him. His love for you was immortal, unconditional but he wasn’t so sure if it was the same for you.

That voice in his head hammering doubts over and over again it made him nervous. He started to wonder if he should bring the ring back. If he should change his mind. It was that voice.

“What if she gets tired of you like her husband did with her? What if she finds someone better than you? What if she doesn’t love you as much as you love her? Could you handle the heartbreak Aoi? Could you?”

He started getting distant from you, less kisses in the morning, leaving without saying goodbye, barely initiating sex, it made you worried. What if he’s getting tired of you like Declan? You texted him wanting to meet at the cafe after work. He just sent back a simple “okay”.

Reading it made you even more nervous than before. When you were done with work you drove as slow as you possibly could to the nearby parking lot. You opened the door to the cafe and once you looked around you saw Todo there, fidgeting.

“Is he going to end things with me? We were supposed to move to the new house next week.” You wondered to yourself, you both had so many plans for the future but the future is uncertain.

You sat down and it was silent. He nudged your drink over to you and that was the most interaction you got from him since you got there. It killed you to not talk to him and it was killing him too.

“Y/N, I’m scared.”

You looked into his eyes and saw the fear within them. But what could he possibly be scared about?

“Aoi, what’s wrong? What’s scaring you?”

“What if you get tired of me? What if you meet someone better than me? What if—”

“Aoi. Stop that please” your voice started shaking, it broke your heart to see the man you love being plagued with such fears.

“Aoi, I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. You’re my love. You’re my soulmate. You make me happier than anyone in this world. You brighten up my day, the small things you do make me fall even more in love with you.”

You got up and bent down to hug him. You pulled back holding his face in your hands.

“Aoi I will never get tired of you. I let you leave me once and I never plan on doing it ever again. I love you Aoi Todo, I will love you until my heart stops beating and I will love you long after that. In every life I will look for you to recreate this love over and over again. If I had to go back in time I would go through this all over again just to be right here with you.”

Tears were falling down both of your faces by the time you stopped speaking. You wiped his tears away and he lifted his hands to wipe yours away. He pulled your face closer to his and kissed you.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m so so sorry.”

He muttered apologies against your lips and when you both pulled away it was his turn to speak. You sat back down holding his hands above the table.

“I just got scared Y/N. I love you so much and I just can’t imagine my life without you. I look forward to the future with you, I want you by my side through every single endeavor. You’re my everything. You’re the sun that brightens my day. You’re the stars that shine through my night sky. You’re the air that I breathe. I love you.”

You stood up and pulled him along with you as you both walked out of the cafe. You drove the both of you home and once you entered you led him to the bedroom. Once you entered you undid his work shirt and pants stripping him to his underwear. You led him to the bed and sat him down.

“I never want you to question my love for you ever again.”

You kissed him and placed kisses down his body. Little nibbles along his pecs, a flick of your tongue along his nipples, slow sensual kisses until you reached the waistband of his boxers. You tugged at the waistband and he lifted his hips to help you properly take them off.

His cock slapped against his abdomen. You took it in your hand and gave it a few gentle strokes. You placed featherlight kisses from the head of his cock to the base. You took his head into your mouth swirling your tongue around it and letting it go with a pop.

You took your hand and spit on it using it to lube his cock for you and you started to take more of him into your mouth. His moans and groans filling the room along with the sounds of you gagging yourself on his cock.

When you popped up for air looking at him he could swear he just saw a goddess in front of him. Even with your saliva and tears coating your face he has never seen anyone more beautiful than you. Even Aphrodite herself could not even come close to your beauty.

You got up and stripped off your clothing. You pushed him back gently to lay on the bed as you straddled him aligning his cock with your pussy. You sunk yourself down onto him, he tossed his head back into the bed feeling your warm slick walls welcome him in.

You started moving up and down slowly before gaining a rhythm bouncing on his cock. You moved your upper body close to his grabbing his face and making eye contact.

“I love you—ah fuck—Aoi. I love you so much. You fuck me so good. You are so handsome. Thank you for loving me.”

You felt his arms reach around your waist as planted his feet on the ground to pound into you. Once he started jackhammering into you repeatedly hitting your g-spot you felt yourself cumming around him over and over again.

He used this position to pull as many orgasms as he could from you until he had his own and with how tight you were around him it would be extremely soon. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

“Please cum inside me Aoi, please please please. I need you to fill me up please I need your cum.”

He pulled you down and his hips lifted bottoming out inside you, filling you with his cum. You let your full weight go onto him as you were catching your breath. Hard breaths filled the room. You looked at him and kissed him again.

“I love you Aoi.”

“I love you more Y/N.”

The following week you both moved into your forever home. Todo made dinner and ordered your favorite dessert to celebrate the move. It was also the day that he was going to propose. He knew how much you hated public proposals and receiving unnecessary attention so why not do it at home?

When you were doing the dishes making small conversation on how you saw a documentary about female serial killers he got the ring and went on one knee.

“So all of her victims were just random men who had green eyes, isn’t that—”

“Y/N.”

You turned around and dropped the sponge in your hand. Your jaw drops at the sight of the man you love and the most beautiful ring you have ever seen.

“Y/N, you have made me the happiest man the past year and four months. Time with you has been amazing. You make me feel like I have been floating on air and I never want to come down. I love you so much. Will you continue this journey of life with me, as my wife?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

You bent down to kiss him and he slipped the ring on your left finger. A few seconds later Valerie called, already aware of what Todo was planning to do. You set the date of the wedding six months from the day of the proposal.

The wedding was small and filled with only close friends and family. It was the happiest day of your life and everyone preferred Todo over your ex husband, even your father, who never liked any of your boyfriends.

“I like this guy a lot Y/N, I mean I’ve always liked him.”

“Dad you threatened to hunt him down when we first started dating in high school.”

“Oh honey it’s just dad stuff but that was a promise and it still stands.”

“Dad! He’s not like that, he makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world and like I’m a precious gem.”

You both looked over at Todo sharing a dance with your mom and when he looked at you, you could see your future in them. Wherever he would go you would be there beside him as his wife.

“this ring you gave me a few months ago is proof of our love and the ring I gave you on your left ring finger is also proof of my love and dedication to you.” Todo leaned forward and kissed you holding you in his arms.

“I never thought that one person could make me feel so loved and make me feel so much love for them Y/N.”

Now married life was doing the both of you well. Nothing could tear the both of you apart. Not even the news on your one year anniversary that you both were going to have your first child. If Todo felt like he was on cloud nine before then holding your beautiful, healthy son in his arms made him feel he was in seventh heaven.

A/N pt2: thank you all for reading this, I’m really excited about how this work turned out I hope you all enjoyed it. This is by far my longest fic so I really appreciate you reading it through. I have much more on the way, if you have any requests my ask is open! Again thank you so much for reading I appreciate you all! — D <3

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clandestine (chapter 2)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 2: portrait of a dinner

A/N: the characters in no way portray how these ppl are in real life. i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! i would love to know how you guys feel about the story. feedback is always appreciated.

warnings: drinking, smoking, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: the whole chapter is a flashback, character thoughts are in bold italics

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“I rent a place on Cornelia street”, Tom said casually in the car. They were sitting in the backseat of a black town car, going for their shoot. Y/N had suggested that they travel together, in an attempt to get to know each other better. She said, “It would help with the on screen chemistry”, the whole production team agreed. But that did not become a norm for them, mostly because of their different call times.

Both of them had hectic filming schedules and only saw each other when they had scenes together. Sometimes they would bump into each other at the craft service, but otherwise, they were on their own.

During the last few weeks of filming, Tom had started getting her coffee. He had noticed how she took her coffee during the shooting. Black with one sugar.

“There you go”, Tom handed her the coffee. “Thanks Tom.” He gave her a smile. She was walking towards the door, and Tom started following her behind.

“I’m going to hair and makeup, do you wanna tag along?” she asked him.

“Sure, I have a 15 minute break anyway”

“Have you seen Hot Rod? I watched it last night” she didn’t know why she asked that silly question. She found it embarrassing.

“That Andy Samberg movie, right?” Tom nodded, “Yeah I watched it a long time ago, it’s a classic”

“I totally watched it for Bill Hader” She found herself easing up to him.

“Valid reason. Loved him on SNL. Do you know Stefon? from SNL?” She reached for the door handle, a gush of cold air was felt by both of them.

“Don’t even get me started on Stefon. I used to watch Stefon compilations on YouTube all the time. It became a problem” she chuckled, remembering how Haz used to get pissed off whenever she’d talk in a ‘Stefon’ tone.

Oh, I love it when she chuckles like that. I wish I could kiss her. NO. She is fucking married, Tom.

“Yes yes yes, New York’s hottest club is…” Tom tried to imitate Bill Hader as Stefon. He looked around a bit and pointed towards the paparazzi, who were trying to take pictures of anything worth money. “New York’s hottest club is paparazzi” he continued.

“If paparazzi is the hottest club, then I’m fine staying at home” Y/N was laughing so hard that she couldn’t breathe. She clutched Tom’s arm to avoid falling down while trying to contain her laughter. She hadn’t had a good laugh with Haz in a long time.

Tom found himself at Y/N’s doorsteps with cheap wine he bought from the convenience store last minute. Y/N had invited Tom and his partner for dinner during the last week of shooting.

“Oh, I’m not seeing anyone actually, but my lonely heart and I will be there”, Tom replied to Y/N’s invitation.

He rang the bell and waited for someone to open the door. Tom was met by Haz’ charming smile, as he opened the door. Tom could see right through his fake smile. Clueless to Y/N and Haz’ fight prior, he entered the two story building.

“Why did you invite him without asking me?” Haz screamed, slamming the plates on the table.

“I didn’t think you’d be home tonight, you never are” Y/N replied in the same tone as Haz

“So you were going to have dinner with him, alone?”

“Yes” she said in a crude way.

“Are you fucking him?” Just as Haz asked her, the doorbell rang.

It would be better fucking him than fucking you. At least he’ll be home.

Y/N entered the kitchen leaving Haz to open the door. “You must be Tom” said Haz, in his most likeable voice.

“Yeah and you must be Haz. I got this for you guys”, Tom handed him the wine bottle.

He’s a bloody hotshot and brought us cheap wine.

“Hey Tom, I’m so glad you could make it”, Y/N said, taking Tom in for a hug. She could feel Haz burning a hole behind her head with his gaze.

She pulled out of the hug, “do you want red or white wine?”

“Red”, Harrison and Tom said in unison. Y/N let out a little chuckle and went into the kitchen. Tom started noticing the little things in their house, like how there were film and Polaroid cameras scattered everywhere. There was a vinyl shelf right above an old golden gramophone, adjacent to their brown leather couch.

He noticed a collage of pictures and recognised some of the photos from the time they were taken on set. There was one with him and Y/N. He felt a sense of pride knowing that their picture hung on Y/N’s wall and the possibility of her looking at it every day.

“So, what do you wanna hear?” Harrison was standing next to their vinyl collection. “Since Y/N lives here, we have everything Taylor Swift, I don’t suppose you’re into that pop shit, are you?”

“Actually I do like pop but more like alt-pop”

Harrison wasn’t surprised. He seemed like a ‘Beach House’ kinda guy anyway, to him.

“So you like alt-pop?” Y/N walked towards the boys with two glasses of red wine in her hands. “Have you heard of ‘peter cat recording co.’?” she asked Tom

“Yes I have! Oh, I thought nobody knew about them. I’m glad I found you”, Tom was filled with giddy excitement.

“PCRC it is, then”, Haz said in an annoyed tone. He grabbed the vinyl of ‘portrait of a time’, their first album, and placed it on the gramophone.

“Babe, where is your glass?” Haz asked Y/N.

“Oh I, shit I left it in the kitchen”

“No worries I’ll get it”, Haz kissed her cheek and left the living room.

Even though Y/N knew it was fake niceties, she still craved it. It felt nice, behaving like a normal couple instead of fighting over every damn thing, and him storming out of the house almost every night. Sometimes she felt that Harrison was a hypocrite. He would accuse her of cheating with every guy in her life, but wouldn’t be home nine out of ten times.

They were now seated on their wooden dining table, with dried flowers in the middle. Haz and Y/N were sitting opposite to Tom. There was Chinese takeout in their fancy china.

“Sorry about the take out, neither of us are good at cooking and we didn’t want you getting sick”, Y/N tried to justify the absence of a home cooked meal.

“It’s fine as long as I’m getting fed”, Tom chuckled.

“No actually all this food is only for Y/N and me”, Haz said, trying to sound serious.

That was a bad joke, all of them thought.

There was an awkward silence. Haz cleared his throat, “So Y/N, are you seeing someone?”

“Haz, you can’t just ask someone that!”

“It’s okay Y/N. No Haz, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.” Tom said, blushing at the personal question.

“So you are single”, Haz said looking at Y/N, in an attempt to imply that she might be having an affair with him.

Trying to hide her annoyance, Y/N started serving the food. The rest of the dinner was normal. They talked about the movie and Haz did not spontaneously combust. In Y/N’s mind, it was near to a success. When Tom started to leave, Y/N offered to drop him to his apartment building, but he settled on walking him one block.

Y/N grabbed her jacket as they left the house. She pulled out a box of cigarettes from her pocket and offered Tom.

“Oh, I don’t smoke”

Y/N scuffed with a cigarette between her teeth.

“What kind of an English man are you?” she said, lighting her cigarette.

“Well you know it’s a common misconception, we don’t all smoke”

“That’s good to know”, she took a long drag.

“Also you might not like the wine I brought you. I realised pretty late that I should be getting you something because I was visiting your house for the first time, so I bought the best wine I could find in that convenience store”, he pointed towards the store a few metres away from them.

“Its fine, it’ll remind me of my youth”, they both laughed.

“I guess this is one block, you should go back home now”, Tom said while trying hail a cab by waving his right hand frantically, at the edge of the curb. He looked ridiculous.

“You clearly have never done this before” she laughed at him, turning Tom’s face red.

She stepped off the curb, to be seen clearly by the oncoming traffic, put out her arm and a cab was there in seconds.

“So I guess I’ll see you around” he said while pulling Y/N into a hug.

His touch made her hyper aware and same could be said for Tom. Y/N started to pull out but stopped half way. It felt like they were both looking inside each other’s soul through their eyes.

“Ay, lovebirds, you comin or not”, the cab driver screamed making them break away. He got in and Y/N closed the door for him. That’s when her phone pinged.

Haz: where are you, I’m going out.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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When I Needed You ~ MYG [Request] [M]

➟➟➟ Word Count:2.6K

➟➟➟ Genre: established relationship, smut, flashbacks with smutty ending, cute.

➟➟➟ Pairing: Min yoongi x Fem!Reader

"Jungkook! Put me down or I'm crying to Yoongi!" You squealed as JUngkook threw you over his shoulder, you were in the BigHit employee lounge with the BTS boys and TXT boys all of you joking around together. You were playing Just Dance but because you were winning Jungkook took it upon himself to start cheating at the game and picked you up to stop you playing.

"This is cheating! I demand a rematch! Namjoon! I can't believe you're encouraging this behaviour!" You yelled jokingly, Yoongi smirked from the sofa he was sitting on. Beomgyu and Soobin were sitting beside him watching everything unfold before them,

"You're lucky Hyung, she's one of the best." Yoongi smiled to himself once again thinking back on everything that you'd been through together over the last seven years. It felt like you were a part of BTS apart from the fact that you couldn't sing, dance or rap to save your own life, Yoongi would know since he'd been living with you for the last year. You'd been dating six years now and he still adored every day he had with you, spending every moment if it was his last. He wanted to make every day count towards your relationship. He thought back to the time he first met you and how much of an idiot he came across, he never wanted to be alone with you for the first couple of months and then whenever you were around one another he would turn into a stuttering mess, blushing every chance he got.

The hallway that led to the dorm was awful, it was dimly lit, the floor tiles were coming off and Yoongi was sure he could smell damp but he was willing to put this out. They could all pull together to make this work, it was just while they were training and Jungkook was at school, it was nothing that they couldn't handle.

"Yeah! Well, you're the one that's driving a wedge in this marriage!" He heard someone yell in the apartment next door to theirs, he grimaced as he heard a door open and shut and footsteps coming towards then. He assumed it would be another resident passing by to leave but he was shocked when he came face to face with you. You were covered in flour, your hair was a mess and you were wearing jeans and an apron,

"Hi, sorry! I erm...The landlord in this place sucks so I was trying to make today a nice one for you. I'm Y/n!" You shook each of their hands as they introduced themselves but when it came to Yoongi he choked up, he couldn't even remember how to talk let alone hold your hand and shake it like a normal functioning human.

"That's Yoongi," You smiled at the one who had introduced himself as Jungkook, you knew a lot of kpop idol trainees came to live in this building. It was closer to their schools and training centres for them, you also knew that this was one of the worst buildings to live in since you had been living there for the last three years of your life.

"You have the keys right, tell me he didn't forget that part?" Namjoon held up his keys and you smiled holding your hand over your chest relieved that the landlord hadn't forgotten their keys like he had yours when you first moved in.

"The couple upstairs, they stop after five minutes of fighting. Next door to you is empty so that's a bonus, I'm upstairs if you need anything and I mean it...Anything, get me out of that place. Erm...I'm making cookies right now and then I'm cooking myself dinner, I always make way too much so if you guys want something let me know-"

"We'd love food!" Jin shouted saving himself from cooking that night, you smiled brightly and Yoongi's heart began to pound. It was as if seeing your smile made the whole apartment building turn into a ray of sunshine, everything seemed better now you were there.

"What cookies?"

"Jungkook you have studying to do with Taehyung and Jimin," Hosoek said as he took the keys from Namjoon and unlocked the door,

"I'll bring them down when they're finished and you can give them to the boys whenever." You laughed and all of them agreed with you, letting you go back up to your apartment, you just reached the top of the stairwell when you heard,

"See you later!" From Yoongi, you giggled peeking through the bars to see him blushing and hitting his head as he forced his way into the apartment. He was cute.

From that day you'd gone to the apartment almost every night with meals and snacks for them, making sure they had everything they would ever need. Helping Jungkook studying for important exams and making sure that he went to bed on time instead of staying up late playing video games. You were like the mum of the group but it took a while for Yoongi to warm up to you, he eventually did and you grew close...right up until he kissed you and everything got awkward again.

"You're nervous?" You asked Yoongi as you stood backstage, it was the day of their debuted and he'd done nothing but pace back and forth the apartment all morning and was continuing to do the same in front of you right now, pacing around and staring at the floor as he did so.

"A little, I just I don't know if we're ready-" You grabbed his hand and he froze in place, thoughts about the debut stage and performing were flung from his brain like something in a catapult and he stared at your fingers interlocking with his.

"You guys are perfect, I've heard and seen you practice a million times. The song is amazing as well Yoongi, you guys did an amazing job." He nodded at you trying to think of something to say to you,

"Look just do what I do when I'm nervous," He urged you to continue on and you giggled,

"When I get nervous around people I don't know, I imagine them naked...people are a lot less intimidating that way." He blushed at the mere thought of you picturing him naked when you first met them and you looked over his shoulder at Namjoon,

"They're ready for you, you've got this! Okay?" He nodded at you and without thinking he let go of your hands and grabbed onto your arms and kissed you. His lips were on yours and you panicked but wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him back and smiling against his lips. It was as if nothing was around you anymore, no pressures of his debut, no boys yelling at him to hurry up and get ready. Just you and Yoongi alone, kissing in the middle of nowhere.

"Good luck," Your voice came out hoarse as he pulled away and walked over to Namjoon, his mind racing with thoughts about what he'd just done and what he was about to go on stage to do, however, he was more nervous about the kiss with you than he was about the stage.

The kiss was never spoken about again, he went back to being the Yoongi that avoided you at all costs, coming across cold at times and ignoring you whenever you tried to speak to him directly. He hated treating you like it but it was the only way he could figure out his feelings for you.

"Hyung's in deep thought about Y/n," Soobin whispered to Kai who came over to see why Yoongi was staring at you and Jungkook, who still, evidently, hadn't put you down yet and he was running around the room now trying to get you to buy them all food that night.

The night Yoongi came back from their red bullet tour he dropped his bag at the front door of their apartment and went up to find you, he'd thought he could do this. He thought he could be just friends with you and move on from the kiss you'd shared back in 2013 but it was harder than he thought and he couldn't get you off his mind.

"Yoongi what are you-" His lips cut you off before you could even finish your sentence and he pushed you into your apartment, kicking the door shut with his foot and making out with you roughly. Your hands made their way into his hair and you tugged on the strands as he bent down to pick you up and carry you over to your kitchen side, he sat you down and pulled away.

"Welcome home." You panted looking deep into his eyes and he smiled back at you,

"Sorry I just-" He shut up once you kissed him again and pulled back, biting down on his bottom lip as you did so. You had done nothing but dream of that moment from the moment he first kissed you back in 2013 and you'd wanted him for so long,

"I missed you." You whispered as he stared up into your eyes,

"I missed you too," He was still trying to catch his breath from the unexpected kiss but he chuckled as he looked at you while he was blushing.

"I hope you don't welcome all of them home like that," You laughed at him and shook your head pushing your hand through his faded red hair,

"The red looked good on you," You whispered to him leaning your forehead on his and smiling as he started blushing.

The relationship between you had always been stable, there was never anything to knock it until it came to the Love Yourself tour, things got a little bit rougher because he was away longer and longer than he was before but you continued to pull through. You were in love with one another and nothing was going to stop that, not even a small amount of separation,

"What's going on?" He was pulled out from his daydream when you sat down on his lap and faced him, pushing his long black hair from his face and smiling.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how much I love you." The boys all started to fake being sick, they always did this whenever Yoongi got sappy around them.

"Well how about we go home and you show me how much." You teased brushing your nose against his and squealing as he stood up, wrapping your legs around your waist and walking you out of the room without another word to anyone else sitting there.

"Yoongi? You sure you're okay?" You giggled and he nodded putting you down on the floor and walking with you towards the elevators,

"I was just thinking about how you're always there when I need you, and when I always needed you...You're always there for me." You smiled at him and he kissed you again softly, his hand resting on your cheek as he brought you closer to him.

"I need you Yoongi," You whispered to him as you felt him growing as you stood in the elevator making out, he pressed you against the wall and groaned.

"I need you too baby but wait until we get home," You let a whine to let him know you didn't want to but he kissed your cheek and pulled you out onto the ground floor.

Your back was against the bed as you made out heavily in your shared bedroom,

"Yoongi," You whined when he pulled away from you, he chuckled at how needy you were for him and he started kissing down your neck, taking off your shirt and then his own.

"Shh, we're not rushing anything tonight, I want to make love to you...Show you how much I love you." You felt your cheeks heat up as the words left his mouth and you giggled when he began kissing you once again, his hand trailing down the front of your trousers and into your panties.

"Do you want me that bad baby? You're dripping," You whimpered as he slipped a digit into you making you moan out in relief, you'd needed him all day but kept it to yourself since he was busy with work.

"My needy little baby,"

"Y-Yes, so needy." You whispered and he chuckled kissing down your neck as he slowly pumped one finger in and out of you before adding a second one and speeding up his pace, angling his hand so his palm would come into contact with your clit.

"Yoongi!" You moaned out and he chuckled as he felt you clench around him and buck up your hips, he could already tell you were close and he hadn't even started yet. He sped up his fingers wanting you to cum so badly, he loved to look at the fucked out face you pulled whenever he made you cum,

"S-Shit, Yoongi! I'm g-gonna!" You could barely get the words out as you hips bucked up and your orgasm washed over you sending a warm feeling throughout your entire body.

"Suck," Yoongi ordered giving you his fingers, you took them into your mouth and began sucking on them as though they were his cock and he let out a strangled moan as he released himself from his trousers. You removed his fingers with a pop and went to take him into your mouth but he laid you back down and lined himself up at your entrance, running his swollen tip over your folds making you whine and clench around nothing.

"Don't tease me Yoongi, I've needed you all day." You pouted and he smirked at you, running his thumb over your bottom lip as you pouted it out.

"Why didn't you come into my studio earlier baby, we could have had some fun then."

"Because you were- Ugh fuck!" Your sentence was interrupted by a scream as he slammed into your the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot as he did so.

"Shit, you're so warm, babe." He groaned as he pulled out of you only to slam back inside at a vigorous pace not even giving you time to adjust to him, you whimpered as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder to reach deeper into you.

"S-Shit right there." You cried out feeling him hit your spot over and over again with ease. He smirked driving himself harder into you as you cried out his name and clutched onto the bedsheets.

"Yoongi!" You whimpered as his hand that wasn't holding onto your hip travelled down to your clit and began rubbing your sensitive clit in circles. He continued to pound into you,

"You want to cum again? I've only just started princess," His voice came out as a grunt as he felt you clenching around him, it was like a vice.

"Shit, so tight around me princess, like a vice." He bit down on his lip as he hammered in and out of you. You couldn't form words but from the way, your back was arching away from the mattress and you couldn't stop smiling he knew you were close, whenever you got close you would start giggling and he loved it.

"Cum for my princess," He whispered in your ear, your heart thumped against your chest and started to contract around Yoongi's cock making him grunt. Then all of a sudden the familiar feeling of falling off a cliff and into a pile of ecstasy hit you as your orgasm washed over your body making you cry out his name,

"Fuck." He moaned out as he came inside of you, falling beside you as he pulled out and started chuckling.

"I love you." You giggled turning over and laying your head on his chest,

"Love you too princess."

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Finals - Resurrect Bracket (Losers Bracket)

ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to [make it to the finals]

Propaganda below ⬇️

Matt

canonically catholic but dresses like a demon to be quirky

They went to confession to a priest who they had saved as their costumed counterpart and the guy recognized them by the voice, proving that it's possible and everyone else is just dumb

he takes "i wanna fight god" to new and incredibly violent levels, while also being a sweetheart and a goofball

matt is a freakish little babygirl who was raised by nuns and definitely has religious trauma. i hate him so much (affectionately)

he’s literally fucking insane about it i don’t know what to say here. he thinks he’s chosen by god to go on some sort of holy quest to save hell’s kitchen. joan of arc ass.

i already know hes in by default j just wanted to give him a personal shout out i love this angsty catholic dweeb

how practicing he is depends on the run, but in my favorite he is quite literally confessing to a member of the last extant order millitant who happens to be a priest at a church in hells kitchen.

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I'm sure Harrow is lovely and I respect the space lesbians but listen to me. Listen.

Matt Murdock is the Catholic character of all time, and if you make him lose, I am blowing up this website and everyone in it.

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One time he got godly powers on loan from Heimdall (see below), and he did a lot of good with it, and then the second it was over he just... well. Also see below!

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This man's every coping mechanism is Catholicism.

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Daredevil Season 2 Episode 3

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Daredevil Season 3 Episode 13

"But his competition met God and was disappointed and blah blah"

Daredevil is more grounded (at least the show, maybe less the comics). So now, Matt doesn't met God. But he sure gets mad at him. All of season 3 he angry at God for all the trauma he expired.

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Season 3 episode 1

Anyways vote Matt.

Eddie (tw mentions of suicide)

He meets Venom (the alien goo parasite that inhabits his body) in a church. Eddie is depressed and about to end his life and just before he does it goes to church and prays to God to forgive him because suicide is… y’know, a sin. Anyway Venom possesses him and saves his life and they have a crazy relationship/love story and the stained glass window in that church becomes important symbolism for them <3 He is the most catholic man ever

Admittedly, most of Eddie's insanity has little to do with Catholicism, he's just a deranged weirdo (affectionate) but he was suicidal once and went to a church to ask forgiveness before killing himself. That's where he met the symbiote and their relationship has parallels to both marriage and religion.

Listen listen he is the epitome of Catholic trauma. He’s got the angst. The repression. The je ne sais quoi. His whole story is basically very dependant on churches if that makes any sense. Like he tried to kill himself in a church and that’s when he bonded with the symbiote. They stopped a symbiote invasion by fu̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ crying out in agony in a church. EDDIE AND VENOM GOT MARRIED IN CANON IN THE CHURCH WHERE THEY MET. He also has so many breakdowns in churches and we love that for him.

He meets Venom in a church and has a lot of religious moments connected to Venom. They also sort of get married in the church they met at? It's gay. Eddie is catholic and in a committed relationship with an alien and it's gay.

(Cw suicide mention) He's canonically Catholic and has such a funky (read: kinda fucked up) relationship with it. When his life fell apart he went to a church to pray for forgiveness for the sin of committing suicide and to ask God to kill spiderman i think but then before he could actually do anything an alien came down and connected with him (in a gay way) and he was like "are you an angel". Also his sense of morality is totally fucked, its like "if you've done something bad once you deserve to die" and I like to think that's related to the specific brand of Catholicism

killed a cop in church (amazing spider-man 1963 comic, issue 300), had a homoerotic rebonding moment with his symbiote in church (venom: planet of the symbiotes comic), asked jesus to carry out a hit on former coworker peter parker (spider-man 3 movie)

Propaganda for Eddie Brock. The most Catholic guy ever.

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Song: La La Lost You by Niki

Summary: With him being the pro hero he is, time slips away while distance grows.

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x fem! reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warning: angst, cursing

Quirk: You can read minds and portray them in real life. Example: If they thought about a gun, you create the image of the gun and use the gun. Same goes for you, if you think about a bomb, a bomb is already in your hands ready to use.

Symbols: Italic= flashbacks

A/n: can you pls let me know if you'd like a part 2 fnejdn

While I'm on Sunset, are you on the subway?

While I drive, are you gettin' on the L-train?

Bakugo can feel the longing in his heart as he watches a couple pick out engagement rings. His fists tighten at the sight as he feels an ache in his heart while he longs for an embrace his body misses, a body he missed to cherished, pair of lips he missed to place upon his. He lowers his head as he does his nightly patrols. Winter coming in closer than he realized, another year passing by. He thought he wanted this year to end as fast as it could yet here he is, sorrow and regret on his shoulders. Half of his heart gone, nearly falling apart as he stares at every happy couple his eyes fall upon. Even if his fans came to him, no matter how loud the praises and compliments were thrown at him, he felt nothing.

All he wanted to feel was her.

He wanted to feel how warm she was pressed against him, he wanted to feel her lips on his once again, he wanted to hear her voice again. Not the voice he last heard that was full of sadness but the voice he loved to listen to whenever he had his nightmares, his insecure nights. The softness in her tone, the way every laugh of hers would sound ethereal to him, the feist in her words whenever they had their battles. Now all those sounds seem to grow deaf to him. It's been a year, a year without her. A rather long year for him. Everyday he had to wake up to a cold bed, no arms wrapped around him, no view for him to enjoy when he opens his eyes. The way your moments were held in the walls surrounding him, every milestone of your relationship cherished in one household. He felt as if it was mocking him, making him remember the happiness your relationship brought him.

Hope that eases the pain

So you remember to miss me

Before, your house was filled with pictures of you two. Now it was empty, a house for one man when it was supposed to be a house for his ever after with her. Where was his savior? Where are the soft melodies she'd sing to him whenever he had his insecurities drag him down? All these moments he can only replay in his mind.

As he opens the door, he remembers the smile that falls on his lips no matter how exhausted he was, ready to see his girlfriend safe and sound in their own house. He'd catch her asleep on the couch with her favorite blanket cuddled up to a stuff toy he won her in a game.

He lets out a tired sigh before stepping in the shower. He closes his eyes, trying to surpass the way his eyes wanted to shed tears at the sight of her without his side. The more he tries to ignore it, the farther she gets from his view. He only remembers the way he raised his voice at her, the tears that ran down her cheek. The hurtful things that left his mouth, he never meant to say.

Unsaid things only to be said to a wall as his chances were slimming down as time passes. The words he wanted to say only being said when he was intoxicated but the person he badly wanted to say it to wasn't there to listen.

Does the trick for all of the things left unsaid

He didn't dare to face his friends, knowing questions and reactions are the only things he's gonna get from them. They'd be the ones to mention your name when they notice your disappearance. Kirishima knows about the split and has made many attempts to get the blonde back on his feet like he used to but every attempt would just end in bottles on the floor and carrying Bakugos intoxicated body back in your old couch.

Kirishimas heart wanted to cry for him.

Whenever your name was mentioned in missions or groups, he'd noticed the sadness that sets in his eyes and expression while he tries to hide it by being his aggressive self. Even as his best friend, there's nothing that he could do when the only solution to Bakugos heart was you.

You tried to ignore the fact that every night for a year you drowned out your emotions by overworking yourself and thinking that by being surrounded by lights and alcohol brought you contentment while you had no clue of what your other half was doing. Like him, you craved nothing more than to be with him.

Some have tried to contact you, you tried to sound believable as possible. Trying to sound like the boy you love was still around you pulling pranks behind you or him randomly wrapping his arms around you.

But you're on the other side of the country.

An offer you couldn't possibly lose, not even letting him know where you were. Him only knowing when the news had caught you fighting off villains in a city he can't just run to when he missed you. You knew that distance never fixed anything but at this point is there anything to be fixed? When laid out in front of you two are broken pieces of your own hearts. Scatted in cities where he remembers you by, scattered in his clothes that fit like a dress on you, scattered in streets making a path for you two to retrace your steps and fix what's happened. Hanging onto memories day by day. Trying to grasp a reality that was too good to be true.

All my demons have your smile

Unlike him, your surroundings were new.

Everything was new. You weren't stuck to suffer in the place where your love blossomed, the new environment insisting you to change but the way you saw couples and kids ticked you off to the very least.

December hasn't been this cold than you remember it. You shed a tear or two whenever you overheard one of the heroes ramble on how excited she was that she was engaged. It would've been 6 years with him by next month and a ring should've been placed in your very hands by now knowing the shared conversations you two had about marriage.

Saddened by the thought of it, you head home changing out of your hero clothes. You sat in the train, your exhaustion getting the best of you as you opened your eyes to see Bakugo sitting in front of you but as you blink he was gone. As the train goes under a tunnel, you look at the window as your memories play like some movie scene. You turn to look at the couples that surrounded you and your mind betrays you thinking of a girl that can make Bakugo happy like you did.

The darkness of the train enabled you to cry. You covered your face in your hands as you let out a sob. As a hero you couldn't care if people saw you like this, everyone had a breaking point. You've had enough of today. You continue to cry as you tighten the grip on your sweater and on the necklace that you wore.

"Who knew you could do things like this?" You teased as he taps your nose. You were set on his lap as he brings out a box. His hand caresses your cheek as he looks at you with love, love and nothing more.

"Shut it, dumbass. Now turn around." You rolled your eyes as you turned around, your back facing his chest. He sits up properly, gently moving your h/c aside as a cold piece of jewelry was placed around your neck. Once it was attached, Bakugo pressed light kisses on your shoulder as he whispers for you to face him. When you did, he smiled.

"You look amazing, Y/N." He says with pink painted cheeks. You blushed at his words your hand playing with the necklace.

"What's this for, Katsuki?" You asked as you intertwined your hands with his. He kisses the back of your hand as he looks at you.

"So you'll always have me."

As you wipe your tears, you felt a buzz in the pocket of your jeans. Picking it up the name "kiri<3" flashes before you. Sniffling a bit, you decided to answer.

"Kirishima? Is everything okay?"

Meanwhile on the other line, Bakugos breath hitched at the sound of you. It was another night where he dragged Kirishima to another bar and drown his feelings. He begged Kirishima to dial your number, just to hear it even if it wasn't meant for him.

"Hey Y/N! Sorry if I called a little later than expected, you doing okay? This is really random and unmanly-"

"Kiri it's fine! I'm fine yeah just heading home. How are you by the way?" Bakugo stays silent as he hears your voice. He missed it so much. He hadn't felt this desperate since you left.

"Well I'm doing fine too, Y/N. Guess I kinda just miss my partner in crime." You smiled at his words, finally feeling relieved after your session of crying.

"I miss you too, Eiji. How-"

"Y/N!" A familiar voice suddenly rushing to your ears as you sit up. It's him. Bakugo tries to steal the phone from Kirishima but Kirishima won't give it to him, thinking it was wrong for Bakugo to talk to you in a state like this.

"Bakugo-" The call ends before you can even say anything else. Kirishima sighs as Bakugo notices the call has ended.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR SHIT HEAD?!"

"WHY CAN'T YOU CALL HER ON YOUR OWN, BAKUGO!" Kirishima shouts. Bakugo is taken aback by his sudden burst of words. Bakugo stays silent as Kirishima puts his phone in the pocket of his jeans.

"If you love her why don't you call her yourself? Make some fucking plans with her, talk it out. You're suffering because you're weak enough to reach out to her. This would've been simple from the beginning when you actually had the balls to talk to her and apologize!"

"If you feels so shitty about Y/N leaving, we're her friends too you know. We also lost her. I always have your back Bakugo, but this time this is your problem." Kirishima leaves your apartment with a sigh of defeat as he glides over your phone number, texting a sorry before he went home. Bakugo had his head hung low, taking in every word he heard.

He's right. He thought.

You had a hand placed on your heart when you heard him. You figured that it didn't end well for Kirishima when the call ended. Your screen flashes before reading the message.

kiri<3: I'm really sorry about that Y/N, but I do miss you. we all do. especially bakugo.

When you were home, your hand traces over the blocked contact of your other half. You smile as you reread your past conversations. But as you hug your pillow shutting the device off, you felt your eyes close remembering the warmth you used to have when he slept beside you.

He came home from a patrol, promising to save as many as he can but ended up saving only half of what he intended to. The cries of people ringing in his ears. He felt low, unworthy, selfish, weak. He couldn't save them, he could've been better. Now he realizes the fear that grows on him that he can't always save you.

"What the fuck did you say, Katsuki?! You don't get to say shit like I'm not a hero like you! We're both fucking exhausted. I'm asking you for one, one day." You shout.

He wasn't as strong as you. He utters words that mean the complete opposite of what he wanted to say, even denying love when he first experienced it. So scared of feeling emotions since the only thing he relied on was himself. He is strong in battles, the thrill giving him life, excitement. This is what he wanted. To live the life of his idols, to surpass them and show them he meant every word when said he wanted to be #1. What he didn't want was a girl who held his heart with strings. Playing with his emotions, discovering the branches of love. Discovering how his world changed when he fell for the girl he could never reach. He didn't want his heart to be fragile. He wanted it to be tough and unbreakable, a barrier around it where no one can see through his sharp demeanor. But there she was. Breaking every barrier with ease. In this moment, his heart made barriers once again.

"I fucking meant it when I said I don't have any time to be with you anymore. I need to work, Y/N! Why cant you get that through your fucking skull" He shouts back, a finger to your forehead pushing you back. Your cheeks were from the anger that sprung to your spirits. Every part of you was aching with anger. Tears spilling from your eyes as he watches you.

"That's all you ever fucking do Katsuki! Do you just purposely forget that I also work hard and here I am asking for one night with my boyfriend and you're pushing me aside like I'm nothing to you!"

"Nothing?! Maybe you just don't fucking understand what I'm saying! I have my own shit to deal with and I can't always drop everything for your needy ass. Do you need me to pat you on the back for being a good hero? You shouldn't even call yourself a hero when I'm the reason you even made it this far, princess." You closed your eyes as your hands turned white from how much you were tightening them.

Y/N, don't believe it. Please. I'm begging you-

"OF COURSE YOU GOT ME HERE! Call me anything you want. Weak, laid back, unworthy, low, insecure, stupid, worthless, have at it but I'm fucking drowning in my own stress, shitty paper work and patrols. I am a hero. You don't get to fucking remove that title from me. While you got me here, you're forgetting all the shit I did for you!"

"The things you did for me? What, like love? That's nothing to me."

Love.

All the smiles you've given him. The moments where you made him realize that if he wasn't the #1 hero, the only thing that mattered him was you. The memories of you with your head on his shoulder enjoying the sunset while he talks about how much he loves you. The feeling of his hands intertwining with yours as you danced in your living room. The moment where he said he'd catch you no matter what. The moments where you would wake up to his kisses on your face. The feeling when you see him safe and sound as you hug him enjoying life when his love surrounded you. The feeling when you imagined yourself marrying the perfect man for you.The promises. Future plans. The kisses. Never ending hugs. 5 years with the person who made you the happiest, who made you determined, who made you feel like you can conquer anything, who made you believe in love even in the toughest ways.

It was all nothing.

You bite your lip as your head hung low. He hears your sobs and it wasn't enough for him to wake up from all this anger. He needed you just as much as you did, but in this moment he didn't realize it. He thought he needed a break, some silence to drown out the cries of the people he had left behind but now he can only hear his heart shattering. Piece by piece. Torn. With every word he says. With every glance he gives you, seeing you so hurt because of him. He bared no meaning to his words and he hopes you can see that he too needed saving but he notices the drop in your tone. Dull eyes, tear stained cheeks, unsteady breathing.

"I just w-wanted to be with you.. t-to be saved. To be saved from this asshole of a man claiming he loves but me pushes me away like dirt. A man who tells me an empty promise of always being there to catch me. Katsuki, was it all really nothing y-you?" He bites his lip before taking a step forward but you step back, life drained out of you. Every color saturated to liveliness was nothing but black and white now. Storms and heavy weather. Tears and broken hearts.

I can't do this.

"I just can't save you anymore." He whispers but you heard it clear as day. You let out the most painful sob as your knees give in, a thud to the floor as you cover your face in your hands. Now the fear in his head of him never saving you, he only faces the truth that he can't save everyone, even you. Your sobs echoed through the house as he turns around to wipe away his tears, a hand to his pained chest. As his back was turned to you, you left to go to your room. He notices your disappearance as he only sits on the couch, knowing the events that were to happen next. You grabbed a bag stuffing in whatever you could as you continued to release your sorrows. When you were finished you took a last good look on your room. The room where every nightmare was comforted with love, the room where secrets were shared, deep fears, everything. You take a deep breath before opening the door. You see him sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

You both wake up with tears in your eyes as your head weighed a ton, making you grip your pillow with such force, completely unhappy you were greeted this way. You looked up at the mirror to see bags under your eyes, puff cheeks, and a version of you that you despised to see everyday.

Not a single glow of happiness.

You weren't ready to face another tiresome day at the agency but your limbs forced you to knowing it'd be another patrol then by the night some paperwork and then patrolling once again. His words replayed in your mind, still affecting you with how he belittled you as a hero. Sure, you couldn't save millions but you saved hundreds, even if you were on brim of your quirk affecting your mental state, you would still save thousands.

And it pains you that he doesn't even notice how your quirk affects your mental being.

It takes immense focus for you to portray what you needed, and it requires you to be sharp and quick with your mind. Yet, overusing it alters the reality you wanted. Your mind playing a sick game to your overall being, stuck in the darkest part of your mind, leading you the same night that started it all.

But he still wouldn't save you.

Bakugo had his vermilion eyes on the road, as the others discussed on the upcoming mission. He didn't even bother to pay interest on where they were going, more focused on fighting with the villain and finishing the job.

Maybe it was the hundredth time today where he thought about you.

He looks at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and his mind leads him to remember your smile and your features he loved to gaze his eyes on. Now, villains and explosions were the only things that clouded his vision or sometimes the sight of his companions, which didn't really help him.

Then the vehicle comes to a stop, his eyes landing on a store. Seen through the glass was a beautiful dress, painted in her favorite color, with the perfect length and dainty design. He smiles to himself, visualizing how stunning she'd look wearing it, especially seeing her skin looking so bright and healthy under the winter atmosphere.

She'd love that. He says to himself, feeling bittersweet that he wanted to buy it, but who would even wear it? He can't just give it to her without having a conversation. Even if it's been nearly a year, how can he prepare for something he avoided?

He steps out of the vehicle, feeling exhausted thinking about her. He hears his companions talk about splitting up so each hero wouldn't be suspected, he agrees with them, not even bothering to give them a snarky comment. He was too occupied with the thought of you in that splendid dress.

He wonders around the city, hands to his pockets. Especially in his hero costume, he received so many stares from the people. He'd either glare back at them or ignore them completely, but this time he just let them stare for as long as they liked. The only pair of eyes he wanted to land on him was yours, your ever stunning ones.

He remembers the moments where the sun beamed perfectly on your eyes, depicting the color with such grace and beauty. He remembers every memory where your eyes were gateways to your emotions, filled with such genuine and love. It even helped him at times where words weren't needed to express the way he felt. He loved how you managed to read him so easily, like a book she's memorized every page of. Even the slightest change in his tone, you were able to pick it up and soon interrogate him if he was okay.

He watches a couple who had boxes in their hands with smiles evident in their eyes and lips. He watches as the man gestures to help the girl but she declines walking ahead of him, he follows behind the girl making sure the boxes wouldn't fall.

"Katsuki stop!" She shouts with a giggle, he ignores her completely, pushing her slightly to make the boxes fall. She completely looses balance as the boxs fall on the floor. She gasps as she runs to punish the blonde as he quickly puts down the boxes as he runs away from her. You can hear her screaming profanities at the man as the couple runs around outside their house.

Bakugo hides from her, eyeing her from his secret spot. He takes the opportunity when he sees her completely confused he was gone, so he takes you by surprise by slinging you over his shoulders, chuckling at how she threw mild punches at his back.

"Babe! How are we gonna finish moving in our stuff!" She says with a laugh, still trying to beg for him to put her down. He spins around making her laugh even more as he sets her on the ground. The sun beams down on them, her eyes glowing so beautifully under the golden light. His hand reaches her cheeks, squishing it lightly as he smiles at her expression.

"Who said we even needed to finish it today? C'mon. We have the house all to ourselves." Katsuki says, as you sighed giving into him. He smirks to himself as he lifted you off the ground once again, swinging you over his shoulders too easily.

"Baby!"

His eyes wander elsewhere, feeling his chest tightening once again at the memories that resurface upon him.

After a long fight with a villain who kept scarring you with their weapon, your mind was completely going to collapse at any minute. You've been creating bullets and barriers for so long you didn't notice how other objects that you didn't need were suddenly made, dropping behind you. You can feel the throbbing pain of your head as you limped to the town. Random objects still were popping up every minute and it annoyed you how your quirk was out of your grasp.

(TW! Hallucination/Panic attack)

You simply wanted water and some first aid kit to make sure you make it to your agency but when you imagined the bottle of water, you immediately acted like it was created but it wasn't. All the things that you thought you made weren't there and you felt your eyes feel droopy as you let your hand hold onto the wall for support. It was starting to alter your reality, making it worse for you to think straight while your thoughts were all tied in loops from overusing it. Your vision blurring at the sight of people who were walking by.

Your mind was growing more and more explosive as you felt pain surround your head. You let out a scream as you felt every part of your head ache as unnecessary objects were still appearing beside you. This scream alerts the people but they chose not to gather around you, unsure what was happening. They were all muttering questions but this only added to the problem as you started panting, harshly closing your eyes trying to avoid any eye contact from them. You heard a loud shout before your mind completely goes blank, feeling like you were shot. It happened all too fast as you fall to your knees, mind empty and damaged, your system completely failing to support you as a person was seen pushing through the sea of people.

Then, their eyes met.

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erenscherub · 3 years

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Love ur eren fic it makes me feel things, I need justice for y/n seems like he wasn’t even a good fiancé😭😭 I can’t see how their relationship will be good that man is for the streetsss

Ok, so there might be a few spoilers in here for the last two chapters of winter and the first two for fall.

Since I already posted this on AO3, I was sort of planning an eventual choose your own ending kind of thing between Marcel and Colt. In either, the reader does find happiness and will have a healthy relationship.

I’m only done with writing the winter arc, but he used to be a very doting, loving husband. Especially when you two were dating and after you accepted his proposal, (forgot what chapter it was but eren had to propose four times because Y/N was always insecure about whether he was serious about her) he was head over heels, would give Y/N one of his kidneys and then some type of in love.

While Eren did leave a very bad first impression, which we’ll eventually see in the summer arc that kind of serves as a flashback to how Eren kind of managed to win Y/N over, he actually used to treat the reader really well. But after you made Marcel the godfather of Eliza, it was a huge insecurity of Eren’s that you used to have feeling for him in medical school and potentially the only reason you didn’t end up with Marcel or Colt is because Eren got to the reader first. Which is something Zeke and your best friend Amanda and your parents constantly throw in his face.

Also from day one, both his siblings were telling Eren that he wasn’t good enough and never would be enough for you. And it doesn’t really help that after Eren missed the ultrasound appointments, you just stopped defending him— whenever someone brought it up that he was a shitty husband, you would stay silent. Of course Armin observed this and he would always relay all the shit Annie, Petra, and Mikasa would say about him to his best friend so that definitely did not help his confidence at all.

Again, it doesn’t justify Eren’s cheating at all.

But when my best friend read this story and we analyzed some of the tidbits together, the reader is also slightly toxic as well.

Y/N used to have feelings for Marcel and though there’s nothing between them anymore, they’re still really good friends and he’s just a constant presence in your life. You know that trope where it’s the best friend everyone told you not to worry about.

Your parents and your friends absolutely hate Eren. And every time you two fight, you’ll go to a guest room to sort of cool down but afterwards, you two push everything under the rug to try and move forward instead of talking about it.

Bottom line when you further analyze it like my friend did (and we got into an hour long debate about it) she helped me see that while Eren for sure is a huge asshole, the reader isn’t completely innocent as well. It’s just a toxic relationship in general and a checklist of what a healthy marriage should not be.

I am so sorry. You probably did not ask for that whole spiel. But thank you for leaving an ask and for the support.

Love you bubz. Hope you’re staying hydrated and getting enough rest and overall just being kind to yourself 💕💕💕

#[☆彡] — anon #[☆彡] — seasons #[☆彡] — random rambles #the Ted talk no one asked for #thank you for taking the time to leave an ask #I love you anon #[☆彡] — tiresome ted talks

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checkurwindow · 3 years

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since you walked out

Book: Open Heart

Warnings: Mentions of Christianity around the start if that requires a warning and one or two swears but other than that nothing much. Also a good amount of flashbacks. And while you’re at it, here’s my masterlist for more angst-filled works!

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Bryce x F!MC

Word Count: 3200+ A little higher than my usual word count but not the highest (Check out the fic with a word count of over 5200!)

Author’s Note: Finally back from my little break with a new Bryce fic. I got a burst of inspiration listening to songs and decided to write this. Also, flashbacks are in italic. Enjoy!

For as long as she could remember, her family would always drag her to church. They were always very religious. She would always be forced into a dress when they went out, constantly reminded to “act like a lady” whenever there were boys around, she’d be pushed to be the poster child of the perfect Christian.

When she was fourteen, she went into church on a Monday, for a funeral instead. She instantly noticed the change in tone the moment she set foot on the marble steps out front, and ever since then, she looked at churches a little differently. She realised that they held an entirely different meaning than she once thought. She learned that they could be just as devastating and sad as they were celebratory.

Like now, where people gathered at the steps, mingling and conversing in expensive clothes that they weren’t going to wear again. There was a truck out on the lawn a bit further from where she was, the workers hastily moving tables and decorations to a tent that was set up at the back. To her side, there were a handful of people complimenting a little girl in a white dress.

A stretch limousine pulled up at the side of the road and a few women climbed out of the car, all wearing matching pale coloured dresses.

She tugged at her own dress and hoped that the simple colour of her own dress would allow her to blend into the crowd and go about unnoticed. Aurora had told her it was fine; besides, it wasn’t as if a fancy new dress was something that would fit in her budget.

And it wasn’t like anyone here would care about her, much less her appearance and what she’s wearing. If someone was to take notice of her, it definitely wouldn’t be because of her dress. They weren’t there for her. In fact, she was yet to spot a single familiar face, which should have been a good thing for her, but she couldn’t help but wonder how many of the guests present both parties actually knew and had met prior to that day.

“Would you ever get married?”

He let out an annoyed sigh, “marriage isn’t as meaningful as one might think, why should I have to document my love to you if we both already know the truth?”

“Okay,” she said, a little disappointed, “but I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a fancy tux,” she smiled, but it didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest.

“Is that really why you want a wedding? Because I would gladly put on something as simple as a tux if it meant that you’d be down t-”

“No, that’s not the only reason. I’d like a wedding, I think that it’d be nice. It wouldn't even have to be a big one,” she could imagine them on a beach, maybe a small service in their apartment, she wouldn’t even have minded just going to the courthouse and having a nice dinner afterward.

“It’s not like we’d have enough people for a big wedding anyway, we’re always so busy.”

She sat down next to him and stroked his thick brown hair with her fingers, “we could just invite our friends from edenbrook, and my parents, you know how much they love you. We don’t need a bunch of people around to have a wedding.”

“Good, because I don’t want a giant guest list where there are different number tables and- and a full service and a grand ceremony. I just...I just want you.”

She wondered how much of this was total bullshit.

From where she was standing, she didn’t think anyone would approach her. The lake behind them was breathtaking, but the crowd was rather anxious and impatient, they were waiting to sit down and for the ceremony to start.

Some people passed by her, and she picked up on certain things they said, like how “beautiful the church is” or “she picked out the perfect dress, her father was crying because it was so pretty” and her favorite one, “just wait till you see this guy, they are just perfect for each other.”

Perfect.

“I told you, I can’t dance.”

“And I was a fool not to believe you, you’ve stepped on my foot so many times I think it’s bruised,” he teased then laughed when she hit his shoulder.

“I hate you,” she looked up at the dark sky above them and shuddered at the thunder that rumbled, “why are we even doing this?”

“Because dancing in the rain is on my bucket list,” he twirled her around then hurriedly pulled her back in when she started to fumble and stumble.

“Okay, but why right now with me? You seriously expect me to believe that all throughout your life you haven’t had a chance to dance in the rain?” she grimaced as she felt a few drops of water drip into her eye.

“Maybe I was just waiting for the perfect person to share this experience with,” he wrapped his hand around her waist and she chuckled.

“Perfect? Please, I am far from perfect,” they met each other’s gaze and she got butterflies just from seeing that look in his eyes.

“That may be true, but this is perfect,” the rain started to get heavier, their clothes and hair completely soaked long ago, “you and me, here right now, together. It’s perfect.”

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t hear the sound of metal and wheels quickly approaching her, only being knocked out of her trance when he called out to her. She turned her head a little too fast, scared that she would be caught, afraid that there would be a giant scene, and that she would lose her chance.

At what exactly, she hadn’t really figured out yet.

“It’s really you, isn’t it?”

Elijah was always so welcoming, she never once felt out of place with him by her side. Even now, despite the circumstances, he still held a small smile on his face as he approached her, dressed nicely in a suit, even his wheelchair had little decorations.

“Hey, Elijah,” She gripped her own arm, unsure if it would be inappropriate to interact with him even more than she already had, “I like the decorations on your wheelchair.”

“Thanks,” he said, “Phoebe and I made them together,” he moved a little in his seat to show off a few hidden decorations. He looked just the same as she had really seen him up close almost a year ago.

“It looks nice! How...how have you been?” She didn’t really know what she was doing. Maybe she was hoping the small talk would be a distraction for the time being, she wasn’t ready to talk about the obvious out in the open just yet.

“I’m doing okay. Phoebe and I moved in together a couple weeks back, it’s going well...” he trailed off with a fond smile on his face.

“I’m happy for you, Elijah. You really deserve it.”

He smiled, “thanks. What have you been up to?”

She winced and tried not to fidget. “Nothing much, really. I visited my parents a few days ago. Everything’s like usual, it’s good.”

He nodded, and just like a wave, tension flooded the air around them.

She refused to look down and meet his eyes, to either see full curiosity, disappointment, or any other mood that would just make her feel sick to her stomach, will have her asking the same question over and over to herself. However, the silence couldn’t stay too long.

“What- why are you here?” He asked in a sympathetic tone.

An older woman was yelling at a worker, wanting more champagne for the bride's suite. She was aggressive, and yet the guests around her weren’t baffled at her behavior in the slightest.

She hated entitlement, hated more when the rich forgot that other people aren’t as fortunate enough as them.

She also hated that he was still staring at her while she was wondering if her own mother would be so stressed to the point of lashing out at others around her.

“How long have they been engaged?” She found herself asking the question as a desperate last attempt to quiet her thoughts of if they were stuck in one place and never seemed to want more.

“6 months,” he responded, knowing what those two little words would do to her, “she’s sweet, she has a good heart, she doesn’t push him.”

Ouch.

“And she makes him happy.”

Another stab of pain.

“Do you ever think that we were...unhappy?” His facial expression went soft when she finally looked him in the eye. He tried to think of all the ways he could word his next sentence carefully, but it was no use; he knew she could see the real answer on his face.

“I think you two...worked well together. I think you enjoyed the company of one another, and maybe you were even in love once-”

Once.

“-but that’s in the past.”

Past.

“Right now, over a hundred people are here to celebrate what’s best for them.”

Them.

It was something unspoken, but she picked up on his hints and nudges, she knew what he was trying to get at. She knew that he was wordlessly telling her that her presence was unwelcome and that it would be for the best if she left.

Why was she here? Why did she think that today would be the day to confess her feelings that never drifted away? Why was she so selfish, and think that her happiness was more important than his?

She heard swift footsteps approach her and Elijah. She slowly turned around, hoping it wouldn’t be the one person who could cause her to break down and fall apart with just a single glance.

“What are you doing here? You weren’t invited, you aren’t supposed to be here!” Keiki lashed out. She was loud, almost yelling at her, and it was causing a scene, something she really didn’t want. Keiki looked like she was about to jump her when Elijah moved in between them, separating them with his wheelchair.

“Relax, Keiki,” He looked back at her with a pointed look, “she was just leaving.”

There was a pause, and she almost believed that yes, she was leaving. That was her cue, no one wanted her here, she wasn’t supposed to be here. Who was she to ruin a wedding? How could she do something so terrible to him

“Move in with me,” he ran his hand over her back, listening closely to her slow breaths.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’d be nice, getting to come back home after a long day of surgery and join you in bed, falling asleep together,” he thought she was already half asleep and couldn’t even register much less comprehend a single word of what he was saying.

He was proven wrong when she raised her head and looked back at him in the dark room, the only source of light from the window that was cracked open just enough to let the cool night air flow in.

“You’re right. I’m doing internal medicine so I don’t get to see you at the hospital as much as I’d like. This would definitely make up for the lost time,” she smirked as he nudged her gently with his leg.

“Definitely,” he laughed softly.

She kissed his chest and smiled up at him, “if I move in, there’s no turning back. I can’t afford to keep switching back and forth.”

He smiled, “I couldn’t think of anywhere else I’d rather want you to be.”

She gave them a curt nod with a tight-lipped smile, her lips quivering in the slightest as she walked backward a few steps before fully turning her back on them, on him.

She walked past the crowd, past the church, past the parking lot, all the way down to the end of the lake. She was away from everything else, but not from her own lingering thoughts.

There was no way she was leaving, she couldn’t allow herself to, no matter how much she wanted to run away and forgot about everything. Even from where she stood, she could hear the beats of the wedding music.

Can’t Help Falling In Love, Elvis Presley.

Tears welled up at the sides of her eyes as she remembered the last time she had heard that song. That was the song he had played from his car as they danced in the rain. It was one of his favourites, she always thought that that song would play as she walked down the aisle towards him. She supposed it was true for him, but only him.

Her feet had already started to move before her mind could even have the chance to make a decision.

There was an elderly couple just walking into the room, and luckily the doorman held the large wooden door open for her. She thanked him and took the grand venue in. On each bench, there was a bouquet of flowers, a white row leading up to the altar. It was packed, and she could only imagine how many people she was about to shock.

She sat in an empty aisle seat in the back, and finally realized that she was just reaching the top of the stairs, kissing her father’s cheek before he gave her over to him.

“Should I cut my hair?” He asked, looking at his hair in the mirror with a slight frown.

“No, I like it the way it is. It’s nice,” she said from the bed, her eyes still on the book in her hands.

“Eh, it’s too long; and it uses way too much gel to make it neat in the mornings. And it gets really messy again when I take my scrub cap off after surgery.”

She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, nestling her face against his sides, “well, personally, I really like it, but it is your hair. You know I’ll still love you no matter how your hair is, even if you’re bald.

“If I’m bald this early in life, please leave me. My head does NOT look good bare, trust me.”

“Nope. I’ll still be with you, even if you’re bald and I still have a head full of thick hair. You’re mine forever,” a grin formed on his face and he turned around, planting his lips on hers.

“I better be.”

The once cherished moments only seemed to hurt her more than she already was. Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture, especially when the person who shared those memories is gone.

He looked just like she had imagined. In fact, he hadn’t changed that much. He was dressed in a sharp and expensive-looking tux, his hair gelled and combed perfectly, the only flaw was that his smile didn’t seem to reach his eyes.

He had done everything he told her he would never do, yet it was for another woman.

Swallowing back the growing lump in her throat, she tapped her foot nervously as the minister started to speak.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate-”

“Stop being such a poor sport!”

“You cheated! You know what, it doesn’t matter, because I know the real truth.”

“The truth? Fine, I’ll tell you the damn truth! Bryce Lahela sucks at Mario Kart!”

“You take that back!”

“Throughout their time together, they have realised that their dreams and aspirations are more meaningful through a beautiful combination of mutual love and support.”

“I’m proud of you.”

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Are you kidding? You got the first solo surgery of your class! You’ve come so far, Bryce. You study, you practice, heck, you’re at the hospital even more than I am! You deserve this, Bryce, you deserve everything good that you have in your life.”

“Does that include you? Because I still don’t think I deserve that one yet,” he smirked and kissed her forehead.

“As we create this marriage, we create a new bond and a new sense of family.”

“I hope our kids have your eyes.”

“If we’re thinking about children, I have no problem shoving them right back up there if they don’t look exactly like you.”

“Bryce, honey, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I’m just saying. Your eyes, your nose, your smile, I want them to have everything I love about you. Which is every single thing feature and personality trait of yours. Maybe except your sense of style, I think they’d be better off with mine.”

“Hey!”

“Now, before they begin their vows, if anyone can show just cause as to why this couple lawfully cannot be wed together in this holy matrimony,”

“You’re being ridiculous!”

“No, I’m the only one being reasonable! You can’t seriously think that I’m just going to let this go!”

“Where are we going? We’re stuck in the same spot and have been for a long time, I can’t do it anymore!”

“Then don’t,” she croaked out, the quietest any one of them had been that entire conversation.

“Speak now, or forever hold your pe-”

“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she wiped away the tears at the side of her eyes as he held her closer to his chest, “and I’m terrified.”

She pushed her doubts away and stood up, interrupting the silence in the church.

Almost immediately, every single eye was on her, except one pair, the only pair of eyes she wanted to look at her. Gasps rippled all throughout the crowd, one woman even let out a horrified yell, and a man a few rows in front of her scoffed. The commotion was big enough to draw the bride and groom’s attention away from each other.

A surge of warmth flowed through her body as his brown eyes connected to hers.

Bryce’s emotions went in flashes. He was a bit confused at first, as to why their loved ones were making so much noise just as they were about to be married. Then it was anger after realising that it was a result of someone objecting to their wedding. Lastly, it was sadness after he saw who exactly had stopped them.

Maybe it was because he hasn’t seen her since she walked out. Maybe it was because she was ruining his special day. Maybe it was because he knew she had lost her chance years ago, and that even he knew it was too late to turn back time.

Maybe it was because he knew exactly how this situation would turn out. Maybe it was because he was about to have to break her heart one last time.

She took a shuddering breath, then uttered those three little words that could shatter the hearts of everyone in the room. But she ignored the appalled expressions of the crowd, she ignored the angry expression of Keiki, ignored the devastated look on the woman who stood on the very spot she had hoped for so long to stand in.

Instead, she focused on the man at the very end of the altar, desperation and longing in her eyes. Instead, she focused on him, on the smallest quirk at the side of his lips, the smallest chance that he could still provide her with the hope and love that he had once promised so long ago.

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