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owlwithanapple · 2 days

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Marriage Life🔞💦

Content : Adult content🔞/Family Matters/Romance/…

Characters : Bruce Wayne x Y/N (Wife)

It's another day you wake up without your husband by your side. You are extremely disgusted and tired of him working so hard from morning until night every day. But you have no choice, because you know too well that your husband is such a busy person. You marry a man who is dozen years difference in age between you. His name is Bruce Wayne. In his public identity, he is a billionaire industrialist and notorious playboy. At night, he is Batman the super hero of Gotham City.

For several days in a row, there has been no passionate kiss in the morning and no romantic intimate time at night. When you two were in love, it was so sweet and romantic, with constant surprises from morning to night. Now you live like a fucking widow, waking up with a messy quilt beside your bed without your lover. Few days ago, you woke up two hours earlier to make breakfast for him, but he washed himself and ran out with his briefcase as soon as he woke up.

Thinking back to the scene of honeymoon in Maldives, it was simply a stunning beauty. He was so charming in bed, and you couldn't get out of bed for several days. Before, you had a passionate and romantic life, but now you feel bored. It's really different after marriage, and you start to doubt whether this marriage has lost its freshness. You go downstairs to the living room and look at the quiet home, a home without your husband. You sit on the sofa, turn on the TV, pick up a magazine and read it, and your husband's face is printed on the cover.

"Mommy, good morning." You heard someone coming down the stairs, you looked in that direction. It was the cheerful and sunny eldest son Dick Grayson. Before marrying Bruce, he told you that he had adopted children, and he was one of them.

At first, you were a little hesitant about whether you should marry Bruce Wayne. After all, when you were pursuing your career, you met your dear husband at a certain moment. At the beginning, you chose love for him, including his three adopted children and the child he had with another woman. Before you two got married, he introduced his children to you, and it was really strange at first because two children of almost the same age called you mom.

Your marriage was a simple process, without any exaggerated style, and without signing any prenuptial agreement. You just invited family and friends to witness it. When you two were in love, you were questioned by everyone. That fucking rich playboy actually going to get married. You also doubted whether you were too anxious to marry him after dating for a few months, but now there is no way to regret it.

However, after getting along for a long time, you found although the four sons have their own personalities and tempers, but not make you hate them. On the contrary, you, who have no children, have a motherly love for them. Sometimes Dick was so badly injured when he came home from patrol that you almost felt heartbroken. You put the magazine on the sofa and stood up to wave to him enthusiastically, "Good morning, sunny boy. Do you want to have breakfast together?"

"Okay, I'm starving. Where's Bruce?" He ran to living room excitedly and looked around for your husband.

When mention Bruce's name, you used to like him so much, but now you don't like him so much. When you were busy at work, you would rush to him excitedly when colleagues said Bruce was here to see you. Now... better not say it, it makes my husband seem dead. You sighed deeply, and looked at Dick in a sarcastic and indifferent way, "Sunny boy, Bruce went to work, early in the morning."

He realized he had touched your sore spot and immediately shut up. He thought about how to comfort you for a long time, and he looked very panicked. Dick as the eldest son in the family and was the most considerate of others' feelings. Sometimes he accidentally touch people's sore spots like now. He snapped fingers and said, "I'll make breakfast today! Mommy, you wait here."

You laughed out loud, you never get tired of seeing him like this. "Then I'll leave it to you."

He gave a thumbs-up gesture and ran happily to the kitchen. You continued to flip through the magazine with nothing to do, curious about the content with your husband on it. You noticed a topic that concerned you, the title was Bruce Wayne's new love. The daughter of a certain group company walked into the high-end restaurant with your husband's arm. You pinched the magazine in annoyance, and the quiet life now made you more angry.

"Mommy! Do you want the eggs to be cooked or half-cooked?" Dick walked out with a spatula in his hand. Seeing your resentful look, he was so scared and ran back in sweat.

You put down the magazine in your hand and walk to the kitchen explain to him. You accidentally heard him talking on the phone "Bruce, what the hell are you doing? Mommy is very strange today. Did you make her angry?"

You want to avoid it but can't. You haven't talked to your husband for a few days. Not to mention chatting on the phone, you haven't even said goodnight. Perhaps as you expected, this relationship and marriage is not as good as you imagined, but terrible. It's so embarrassing that children have to worry about the things between you and your husband. The tears and grievances that have been holding back for several days are about to overflow.

At this time, there was no sound in the kitchen. You calmed down and thought about it carefully before going in to talk to him. He hurriedly put his phone back in pocket and pretended to be fine. You leaned aside and smiled, "Sunny boy, do you need your phone to look up the recipe when frying an egg?"

He scratched his head in a troubled manner, holding something in his mouth as if he wanted to say. You vaguely felt something was wrong but just wanted to pretend nothing happened. The more you cared, the more Bruce wanted to leave you. You know some things without having to say them out loud, attitude is everything. Dick called you and interrupted your thoughts, "Mommy, you love mint chocolate, right?"

You were surprised and nodded slightly, curious why he suddenly asked this, "Yes. Why so sudden?"

"We've finished the mint chocolate at home, I’ll buy you some when out to work later." He blurted out, looking a little nervous and anxious.

You laughed out loud, he always treats you so considerately. If only Bruce could learn to be more considerate, you nodded, "Okay, I haven't eaten for a few days, I'm super greedy."

8:30 pm -

You received several messages from the four children.

Dick 🦅: Mommy! Sorry, I have to work overtime. I owe you chocolate first.

Jason 🐺: Mom, I didn't go home today.

Tim 🐦‍⬛: I have something urgent to do today.

Damian 🐶: I'm sleeping at my friend's house.

You 🦭: Ok... Be safe.

The four sons and husband not at home, which makes you even more bored. Usually, Tim and Dick would chat with you, but now everyone has their own lives and there is no need to stay at home. Alfred is a miracle today. He not come back yet. He is really amazing runs around everywhere. Now you are at home like a bodyguard, waiting at home to welcome them home. You want to go back to your own home but don’t want your family to worry about your marriage life. After all, it is unreasonable.

At this time, there was a sound in the hall. You thought the children would not come home today, Alfred had his own things to do, and your husband didn’t come home so early. Who the hell opened the door? ! You quietly left the room, and tried to find out who it was. You saw that person and instantly let go of your nervous mood. It was your husband. It was rare to come home late for a few days. You happily went downstairs to greet him warmly.

"You're home early today, Darling." You still feel sad, but don't want to affect his mood. After all, businessmen are very tired, so you choose to face him with a smile.

He has a smile on face, but looks at a loss. He puts his hands behind back as he has hidden something. "Yes, I finished work early today so went home early."

You point behind him, wondering what it is. "What are you hiding behind you?"

He turns around and smiles awkwardly, "It's nothing."

The more he does this, the more scared you become. You smile helplessly and say, "Darling, are you hiding something from me?"

He hesitates for a moment then says, "I..."

You get straight to the point , "If you are tired of me or want to divorce me, just do it now. Let's not waste our time."

He is surprised and sad to hear this, "Why do you think so?"

You put your hands on your waist look at his face with tears in your eyes. "You have ignored me for several days. Our married life has changed. It is no longer a two-way love. I know you are really busy. At least you have to know your wife is waiting for you every day."

He looked at you with a cold and ruthless attitude, which made your heart hurt even more. "Sweetheart, I really didn't mean to do this. Do you remember I told you there was a big project in the company to deal with?"

You looked at him and nodded bitterly. "I remember."

He walked closer to you, hands still behind his back. "I've been working on that project these days. I can leave work early today because I've finished it."

You looked at him, questioning him. "Then?"

"So I can devote all my extra time and energy to accompany my beautiful sexy wife." He said in a flirting tone that made you feel itchy.

Although you have been ignored for a few days, you are really excited this kind of romantic conversation. "Wow... So thoughtful and romantic."

He took out a bunch of bright blue roses and two boxes of your favorite mint chocolate from the back and gave them to you. "Now the misunderstanding has been resolved, can you forgive me, sweetheart?"

You didn't accept his gift, but put the magazine in front of him, and asked again, "Who is the girl holding your hand?"

Maybe he was surprised because you crushed the magazine, he said with a sly smile, "Her father and I are the leaders of this project. We have eaten in this restaurant and talked about business these days. Her daughter is interested in me, I rejected her because I have a wife."

You looked unbelievable, "Huh?! Are you sure it's not your lover outside?"

He couldn't help laughing and sighed happily, "Do you really think so?"

You turned around, facing away from him, and said indifferently, "I don't know."

He put down the things in his hands, hugged you from behind and kissed your neck deeply. "Sweetheart, women who throw themselves at me are not my type, you know it."

You smiled helplessly, "What you want to say?"

He smiled softly in your ear, "My wife is fucking better than them."

You couldn't hold back your laughter at his words. This guy is really good at teasing. Every word that comes out of that sexy mouth makes several girls fall for him. You want to refute him, but you can't control your inner joy. You have no choice but to forgive your lovely husband. Before you can speak, his hands are in your clothes, exploring various parts of your body.

You turned to look at him in panic, "You idiot! What if they come back suddenly!?"

He buried his head in your fragrant hair until he breathed a warm breath into your ear, "They won't be back today, now is our time."

You feel him about to put his hand between your thighs, his lips and tongue constantly moaning in your ear to woo you, you feel excited by touch, the thing between his thighs has been erected and rubbing against your skin, you haven't been in the pleasure of his touch and body for several days, you take a breath to relax your body, and indulge in the romance and passion he brings.

"Sweetheart, it's just the two of us tonight, we can play wherever we want." You hear his hungry moans reach your ears. "

You break away from his passionate touch, turn around hold his handsome face and lick his lips. He can't resist your temptation and actively kisses your sweet lips. He lifts you up with his strong hands, you kiss his neck from cheek to lips. He takes you to the room and throws you on the bed. The two of you are completely ignited by desire and can't wait. You take off your clothes, unbutton your underwear, and leave a pair of underwear for him to take off.

You lie on the bed facing him, lift one foot and move your pinky toe to seduce him. He unties the tie wrapped around his neck, pulls off his shirt and throws it on the ground, unbuttons his belt and pants, leaving only a pair of boxer briefs. The two of you have been fucking horny for a long time, at least a few times a day, and you both want to make up for the missed opportunities today. He climbs onto the bed, hooks his fingers into your underwear pulls it down bit by bit.

"Darling, how many times tonight?" You stroked his body and flirted with him.

He grabbed your breast with one hand, eager to eat you "until we are satisfied."

He kissed your lips and flicked your nipples with his fingers to stimulate taste buds. You felt his tongue go deep into your lips, stirring them constantly to blend your hot and passionate love juices together. He left your lips, you gasped and moaned shyly. He came to your neck again to lick and kiss it. He acted coquettishly on you in bed with a possessive desire that made you feel extremely happy and satisfied.

He kisses your collarbone and slowly moves towards your plump breasts. He licks his lips looks so naughty that made you very excited. He smells and kisses your breasts until your nipples stand up. His hot passion and breath are all focused on your sensitive nipples. You use your knee to push him between his thighs to arouse his lust. His body trembles and you bite your lips smile mischievously. You really don't get tired of him in bed.

He gently bites and sucks your nipples. You hug him and let him lean against your breasts. He uses his other hand to knead your other breast. His hungry mouth and rough strong hands make you feel so good. You are so satisfied being played with by him. There are only two of you at home. You moan loudly and enjoy it as much as you want. His hand rubbing between your thighs. Your clitoris always played by him and you are about to orgasm. Wow, this is really beautiful.

You thought of a question and grabbed his hair. "Wait, Darling."

He looked unhappy that his time was interrupted. "Really? What?"

You looked at him curiously with a smirk. "Was it your idea to have everyone away tonight?"

He pinched your nipples and pulled gently, buried his head in your clitoris licked it a few times to refuse. It was so great until you clutched the quilt, a wave of hot collisions hit your body. Your toes trembled, and the moans in your mouth could not stop. You wanted to stop and take a breath, but he didn't give you that chance, kept playing with your wet clitoris. He stopped and licked his lips. "That's right, otherwise I can't hear your voice clearly."

You finally had time to relax after a breath. "You can hear my voice every day."

During the conversation, his restless fingers went in and massaged your insides repeatedly. "When sex at home, you concerned about the children and try not to scream loudly. You screamed so excitedly and beautifully on your honeymoon before."

You straighten your waist, feel how deep his fingers are moving inside you. "Ha—Bruce...wait a minute, I'm almost there!"

He bites his lips ignite his sexual desire, and his fingers keep playing with your G-spot inside, you are almost going crazy. You can't hold back his fierce and crazy rhythm, your clitoris is made to cum by his fingers. The long-suppressed and longed desire is finally released, you fall on the bed rest for a while relax yourself. Your husband leave the bed and take off his last boxer briefs, revealing his hard and big cock.

He can't wait any longer, you spread your legs invite him in. He holds your waist to pulls you closer, he lifts your left leg puts it on his shoulder, he holds his cock and rubs it outside your clitoris to let it fill up with your love juices then inserts it into your body, his cock enter your body drop by drop until it reaches the bottom, your body trembles with excitement, you can feel his cock filling you up, fuck.

He holds your hips bring you closer to him, you can feel how strong his temperature is inside you "Damn, it's still so tight no matter how many times I come in."

You grabbed his arms with all your strength, enjoying the feeling of being pampered by him. You two spent so much happiness in bed together, and you could remember every moment of it vividly. You almost lost count of how many times you moaned for him and how much pleasure you held back. "You're so fucking big, Ha—"

He rubbed your clitoris, and his body bumped into you and pushed all the way in. You could feel his cock going deeper and deeper into you, you both finally got the satisfaction had been craving for days. He lay on top of you, you clamped your legs around him to let him go deeper into you. He slapped your buttocks with his palm on a whim. This was his habit to increase your stimulation. The sound of your two moans spread throughout the room, and the room was filled with a rich and warm atmosphere. The two of you enjoyed and indulged in it.

He licks your neck and sucks it leaving a deep red mark, this guy is so fucking possessive. But it feels so fucking good, you grab his back hard in excitement and leave a mark. But he doesn't care and smirks even more happily, he keeps fucking you hard in your clit. You can't hold it anymore, you're about to cum. His cock fucks you harder inside you, you clench it because you're about to cum.

You hug Bruce tightly and bury your head in his shoulder, you are so excited that you cum "Fuck! Bruce! Ah-!"

You don't know how much love juice you cum, you just know that your husband really fucking makes you cum so hard, when you take a breath he laughs in your ear "I'm almost there too, you're awesome."

He pulled his cock out of you, you knew he wanted to change positions. You were lying on the bed in a doggy style position, and your peachy buttocks were so raised that he wanted to cum in you even more. He lifted your long hair and kissed from your neck all the way to your waist, then kissed your buttocks and slapped them. You couldn't hold back, your body twitched and screamed out in shame. He used his cock play with your buttocks, the wetness from the love juice just now staining your peachy buttocks.

He was satisfied with playing with you and directly inserted his cock into your body. His cock rubbed all over your body. You pinched the quilt to force the pleasure of release. Bruce leaned over and stretched out his hand to hold your hand tightly. He had reached his limit and was about to climax. You heard his moans and panting sounds lingering in your ears. He held your abdomen with other hand to support you. He knew that you were about to release.

He bit your ear, and a strong breath penetrated your ear. "Honey, I want to fill you up."

You nodded and closed your eyes. "I'm going to cum too - Bruce - cum inside!"

He slowed down and then accelerated the speed of fucking and bumping into you until his body trembled, and you felt his hot semen flowing into your body. He pulled out his cock with some semen on it. You sat on the bed saw some semen leaked from the clitoris on the inside of your thigh and dripped onto the bed. You stood up wanted to wipe it with a tissue, but your waist didn't have the strength to move. It was really too intense.

Bruce went to the bedside table took out box of tissues and then held you on his lap. He spread your legs apart with his hands. To be honest, it was quite embarrassing, you was exposing your clitoris nakedly. He gently cleaned it for you, cleaned the semen for you every time after sex. You leaned your head back on him, enjoying the feeling of being pampered and cared for by him after sex.

Thanks to him sending the others away leaving the two of you alone, you haven't screamed so much since moving here. After a hot and passionate night, you fucking get the satisfaction from your husband. After he cleaned your clitoris, he hugged you tightly gave you a passionate kiss on your cheek. You turned your head look at his handsome and confident face, and laughed out loud accidentally, which made him confused.

"What's wrong? Honey, you're smiling so happily."

"Nothing, I didn't expect you send other people away for our time."

"I just want you to moan loudly and wildly, I love to hear it."

You turned and looked at him shyly with a confident smirk "Fuck you, bastard Bruce Wayne."

He pinched your nipples with his fingers. "You naughty girl, I would rather hear you call me love."

His erotic fingers playing with your nipples. His hands are groping around body until they reach your clitoris. This time he inserts two fingers into you, playing with your nipples while playing with your clitoris. His hands are really great at making you feel so good. His fingers are constantly moving quickly inside you. He raises his fingers and pushes your climax point, making your body tremble and squirt directly. He is really good at using his fingers.

He takes two fingers out, which are covered with your wet love juice. He licks them with a satisfied look. This guy is obviously more than ten years older than you, but he has so much energy that you can't imagine. You are so addicted to his playing with you, you moan shyly, "Wait a minute, love - I want to rest before -"

He laughs in your ear "What a good girl."

Nine o'clock in the morning -

Last night until midnight, you experienced several rounds of sex, you got the satisfaction and happiness had been longing for. After several fierce sex, you two took a shower together and fell asleep on the bed without even putting on clothes. In the blink of an eye, it was already morning, and you felt someone kneading your breasts. You knew it was your husband's perverted and unplaced hands. He never felt tired of doing this, but it was really comfortable. You let him knead and massage as he pleased. He didn't stop until there was a knock on the door. He got up from the bed and put on his pajamas and went to the door. You hid under the quilt didn't come out because still naked.

You heard Alfred's voice, "Good morning, Master Wayne. Breakfast is ready, you two can come down to eat."

"Got it. She and I will go down together later."

He closed the door and walked to your side sat on the bed. You came out from under the quilt and leaned on his shoulder, "I'm hungry."

He laughed at your words and breathed, hugging your shoulders, "Got it. Let's go downstairs to have breakfast after changing clothes."

You both got out of bed went to bathroom to wash up. You took a set of lace bra and panties from the closet put them on. You choose a one-shoulder off-shoulder top and black trousers put them on. You sat in front of the mirror put on some light makeup and sprayed some light perfume on your neck. Bruce changed into neat clothes and stood behind you to watch you dress yourself up. He lifted your long hair put his hand on your neck, then slowly touched your shoulders and gave you a kiss.

"Sweetheart, you are so beautiful. I was fascinated by you the first time I saw you. I felt love for you at first sight."

"Mr. Bruce Wayne, you really have a sweet mouth."

"Every word I say is true and sincere."

You touched his hand and smiled, "I know, darling."

The phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and saw the contact on it was from his work unit. "Sorry, I have to answer the call first."

You know very well your husband is a busy man, you leave the room and go downstairs. You see Alfred chatting with other children. It's a rare morning that Jason is here too. He and Bruce had a dispute over some personal matters. Although he moved out for a while, he occasionally comes back here. Bruce takes special care of him even keeps his things in the room. Dick sees you coming downstairs and quickly runs to the stairs to greet you warmly.

"Mommy, good morning. You got up so late today."

You massage your shoulders "Good morning, sunshine boy. Yes, I have something to do with your dad."

Suddenly Tim puts a bouquet of blue roses that Bruce gave you last night in front of you "You two are really energetic."

You hold Tim's shoulders "I'm a victim too, Tim boy."

He nodded and gave a thumbs-up. "I understand. Other women escaped from his clutches, but you signed a lifetime contract with him."

They are close to your age, but get along with you like friends instead of sons. You took the bouquet in Tim's hand and said, "Where did you guys sleep yesterday?"

Jason put his arm around Dick's shoulder, looking very cool and unique. "Ha! Damn it, because of you and Bruce, these damn guys broke into my house and spent the night yesterday."

You feel a little sorry for letting the kids suffer outside. "I'm so sorry, I didn't expect him to be so... You know, I'll tell Bruce later."

Jason winked at you and pointed your neck. "Did he bite you yesterday?"

You forgot there were traces of him on your neck and you were wearing an off-shoulder top. You hurriedly covered it up with an awkward smile on your face. "You know too much."

Alfred took the flowers away, put them in a vase and placed them aside. You saw Damian sitting alone on the sofa. To be honest, you care about him because he is Bruce's child with another woman. You thought many problems before you married Bruce, you knew Damian would always distance himself from you. But you couldn't force to get along with him. You could only accept everything as it came. If you forced it, neither of you would be happy.

You keep some distance from him because you two have nothing to say to each other, just occasionally say hello, glad he responds to you. At this time, your husband comes downstairs after finishing his phone call and say hello to the children. The first person who rushes to your husband is definitely Jason because he is full of complaints. You sit aside watch the two father and son bickering, which makes you laugh. You feel a surge of eyes rushing up, it is Damian who just avoids your sight.

"Ahem, everyone, come and eat breakfast while it's still hot." Hearing Alfred mention breakfast, everyone immediately rushed to the dining area. Your husband sat in the middle and you sat next to him. Alfred poured you a cup of fragrant coffee and handed it to you. You took it and toasted with Tim who was sitting opposite you. This made your husband laugh. The common point between you and Tim boy is love coffee.

—The End—

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scoonsalicious · 2 days

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9.2 Major

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of past cheating.

Word Count: 2.3k

Previously On...: Bucky and Lily had a conversation. Now Lily knows you and Bucky are dating.

A/N: Sorry this is late; I had to clean out my office after hours today. It was... an experience, to say the least :/

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“I think you’re a fucking idiot,” your best friend, Hannah Santiago, said to you as you sat in the coffee shop across the street from The WarZone. She had been furious with you when you hadn’t answered her texts all weekend, so you promised her a lunch date to catch her up on your last few days in the company of one Bucky Barnes.

She did not appear to be taking it very well.

“Why?” you asked, mildly insulted. “He’s amazing, Han. I think you’ll really like him when you get to know him.”

Hannah rolled her eyes at you. “Oh, I’m sure he’s a peach,” she agreed with just a hint of sarcasm. “Though I’d probably feel better about it if you got to know him, too, before shacking up with him for days on end!”

“It’s NRE,” you told her, as if that perfectly explained the intense connection you felt you shared with Bucky. “That New Relationship Energy.”

“Oh my god,” Hannah groaned. “Get off of TikTok. You’re too fucking old for that shit.” A mother at the next table over with an infant in a stroller gave her a disapproving look and audibly tsked at her, but Hannah just responded with a glare.

“It’s great for marketing,” you grumbled.

“Look,” Hannah conceded with a sigh, “I’m sure this guy is wonderful, really. But (Y/N), sweetie, you haven’t had a serious relationship since you and Connor split.” You opened your mouth to protest, despite knowing she was right, but Hannah silenced you with a look. “I’m not saying I don’t want you to get back out there; lord knows it's past time– I just want you to be smart about it and not rush into anything headfirst with someone you barely know.”

Logically, of course, you knew Hannah was right. “He suggested we should put a pause on having sex so we can focus on getting to know each other better,” you offered.

Hannah raised a well-manicured eyebrow. “Okay, that’s interesting,” she said. “Especially if it was as good as you said it was.”

You dropped your chin into your hand as you rested your elbow against the table and sighed dreamily. “Hannah, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I swear, I don’t even know if I can call anything Connor ever gave me an actual orgasm after then things Bucky’s done to my body.”

The mother at the next table muttered something about “inappropriate talk” under her breath, but loud enough that you both could hear her.

“Last time I checked,” Hannah said pointedly at you, though projecting her voice so that you knew it was actually for the other woman’s benefit, “‘inappropriate’ speech is still free speech. So sue me, please.”

You rolled your eyes good naturedly. As a First Amendment litigator, Hannah took Freedom of Speech extremely seriously. “Han,” you warned. “Let it go. This isn’t a courtroom.”

“Fine,” your friend said, ignoring the mother as she stood up and walked away with her stroller. “I’m just worried about you,” she said. “The last time you jumped headfirst into a relationship without really knowing the guy, you ended up married for nine years.”

You hated that she was right– you did have a track record of impulsive relationship decisions. “I appreciate you looking out for me,” you offered, reaching out to squeeze Hannah’s hand across the table.

“So, do you really see this turning into a long term thing?” Hannah asked, genuinely curious. “Because I’ll support you if you do; I’ll just tell you I told you so if it all falls apart at your feet.”

“I think I do,” you told her, choosing to ignore her jab about rubbing failure in your face. “I know it’s early, but… I’m happy when I’m with him. There’s just the one issue with his–” You paused, not quite sure you wanted to divulge the Lily-sized elephant in your relationship with Bucky just yet.

“One issue with what?” Hannah asked. “And you better not say ‘nothing,’ otherwise I will use my cross examination skills against you,” she threatened.

Having no desire to subject yourself to that, you relented. “It’s just… he’s got this female best friend–”

“Oh, hell no!” Hannah said, loudly enough to attract the attention of most of the other coffee shop patrons. “Nope, we are not doing this, (Y/N). I will not stand by and watch you go through that all over again.”

Truthfully, this was the reaction you had been expecting. “I’m not the same person I was back then, Han,” you protested. “Bucky’s not Connor, and Lily’s not Danielle.”

You understood your friend’s anger on your behalf. When Connor had promised you there was nothing between him and his childhood best friend, Danielle, you’d naively believed him, despite the gnawing sensation in your gut that told you something wasn’t right with their relationship. It was years before the instinct grew enough to convince you to look at his phone and you had found thousands of text messages between the two of them. You’d promptly thrown up.

His reaction had been textbook. At first, he tried to gaslight you– you didn’t see what you thought you saw; you were taking innocent conversations out of context (though, you weren’t sure how much context the exchanging of nudes really needed). Then, he tried to shift the blame on you– you were never around, always away on deployment or assignments. You emasculated him by getting promoted again and again, until you outranked him, and how was he supposed to live with that? Finally, he love bombed you, showering you with compliments and praise, begging you to forgive him, making promises you knew he would never keep, telling you he’d do anything to get you to stay.

Except for cutting off all contact with Danielle, apparently. He was willing to do anything, anything at all to regain your trust… just not the one thing you’d actually asked of him.

In the end, the divorce had been relatively straight forward. You weren’t stupid. You’d made sure to take screenshots of all of the text conversations between him and his mistress in case he deleted them. You’d even recorded the conversation you had with him when you confronted him, and he’d actually admitted to it.

There were a lot of things you had disliked about the United States Army, but their stance on cheating hadn’t been one of them. Connor had ended up demoted, and you were able to maintain all of your financial assets without having to shell out anything for spousal support, despite the fact that you had out-earned him by more than double.

As for Danielle? Well, you became an expert at giving her the cold shoulder and pretending like she didn’t exist.

“You never thought Connor would end up like Connor, either,” Hannah told you pointedly. “And yet.”

You sighed. Your friend had a point, you knew she did, but you just couldn’t imagine Bucky doing that to you.

“Look, I’m not trying to shit in your cornflakes,” Hannah said. “I love you and I’m worried about you. I don’t want to see you rush into something and make the same mistakes again. That’s all.”

“I know, I know,” you agreed. And you really did. Hannah had been your biggest source of support when your marriage had gone to hell. She’d set you up with your attorney, let you stay with her while your housing situation got sorted, and had been your shoulder to cry on all the nights you had too much to drink and swore you were going to die alone.

“Look, I promise to not jump into anything crazy,” you assured her. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

After saying your goodbyes to Hannah so she could return to her firm, you headed back over to The WarZone, hoping to get yourself absorbed in some work so you could get your mind off of Hannah’s worries before they became your worries, too. Natasha should be arriving shortly for her standing Tuesday appointment, and you were hoping to chat with her for a few minutes once she was done.

The bell above the entry door rang cheerfully as you pushed your way inside, but the atmosphere in the lobby felt unnaturally heavy. You looked up from your phone to see Rand leaning against the reception desk with his arms crossed, glaring at someone across the room, and Zadie trying to pretend to look busy at her computer.

You followed Rand’s gaze and locked eyes with Bucky. His giant frame was spread out across one of the lounge chairs, and he seemed to have been watching Rand with a puzzled sort of wariness. When he turned to look at you, though, a blinding smile broke across his face that made your knees feel weak.

“Hey, sugar,” he greeted, standing up and making his way toward you.

You moved to meet him halfway. “Hiya, Sarge,” you said, putting your arms around his neck and standing on your toes to kiss him hello. “I missed you.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, a teasing glint in his eye as his hands settled on your hips. “I just saw you yesterday.”

“Lotta lonely hours between then and now, Bucky,” you told him evocatively, toying your fingers through the hairs at the nape of his neck.

The loud sound of a clearing throat brought your attention back to Rand, who was looking at you in disbelief. “Really?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry–” you said, purposefully ignoring Rand’s meaning. “Where are my manners? Bucky, this is my office assistant, Zadie–” Zadie waved enthusiastically from her perch behind the reception desk, “-- and my Midtown location manager, Rand. Guys,” you said, taking an excited breath, “this is Bucky.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, Bucky,” Zadie said enthusiastically, and you knew the orchid and note he had sent you on Saturday had definitely won her over to his side. “Major’s told us so much about you.”

“Yeah,” added Rand through gritted teeth, “we’ve heard an awful lot about you, Mr. Barnes.” You shot him a look, silently pleading for him to be nice, or at least remove himself before he said something offensive.

“It’s nice to meet you both, as well,” Bucky said, ever the gentleman. He made to move, and you highly suspected he was going to try to shake hands with them. While you had no doubt Zadie would be friendly, you wouldn’t put it past Rand to just be a dick for the hell of it, so you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s midsection and drew yourself toward him, keeping him in place.

“So,” you began, hoping to distract him from your manager’s open hostility, “to what do I owe the pleasure? Because it is a pleasure to see you, especially when unexpected.”

Bucky smiled and moved a hand to brush a lock of hair away from your face. “Nat mentioned she was coming down for her weekly visit,” he said. “She invited me to come join her; thought I’d like to check out the place for myself.” He leaned in to whisper conspiratorially: “And if I just so happened to run into this pretty girl I’ve had my eye on, well, that would be a bonus.”

His words made your insides dance, leaving you feeling like a giddy teenager. “You’ll have to let me know if she shows up, Sarge,” you teased. “I’ll try to put a good word in for you.”

“You’d do that for me? Thanks, doll,” he grinned.

“Of course, handsome. Where is Nat, anyway?” you asked. The redhead hadn’t been in the lobby when you came in.

“She had to take a phone call. Avengers stuff,” Bucky offered with a shrug. “She shouldn’t be too long.”

As if on cue, the main door opened and Natasha breezed into the lobby. She caught sight of you and Bucky with your arms around one another immediately and threw a knowing smirk your way. “Sorry ‘bout that,” she said. She turned to Bucky and rolled her eyes. “Fury had some questions about the last mission that apparently couldn’t be saved for an email.”

“Fucking bureaucracy,” he muttered.

“Tell me about it.” Nat’s frown quickly transformed into delighted glee as she rubbed her hands together. “Alright, Barnes. You ready to fuck some shit up?”

“Oh,” chirped Zadie. “I’m sorry, Ms. Romanoff; we didn’t have you down for a doubles’ room. Just your usual single.”

“Zadie, just move them to a VIP room,” you told your office assistant. You turned to Nat. “That should be more than big enough for the both of you.”

“They’re also significantly extra in price,” Rand interjected.

“Waive the fee,” you said.

“Sugar,” Bucky said, looking down at you, “that’s not necessary; we can pay the difference.”

“I’m not going to make my boy– er, um… my friends pay for an upgrade I offered them that they didn’t ask for. For fucks’ sake, Rand.” You hoped no one noticed your slipup, but the way Bucky was grinning down at you and squeezing your hip let you know it hadn’t gotten past him at all.

“No problem, Major,” Zadie said. “Room 5c is available and all ready to go.”

“I’m sure you’re busy being the big boss, doll,” Bucky said as you moved to escort him and Nat to the elevators. You’d be having a chat with Rand later. “But any chance you could join us? I’d really like my first time to be with you.”

“Oh my god,” gagged Natasha. “You’re pathetic, Barnes. Seriously. That was bad.”

“So bad,” you agreed with a laugh, “but it worked.” You grinned at the both of them. “Yeah, of course I’ll help you pop your rage room cherry.”

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thealogie · 21 hours

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I’m not sure I can properly express the disappointment many of us Gen X women feel about Johnny Depp, and Brad Pitt for that matter. They were so beautiful back then. At least Leo is trying to fight Climate Change.

As a younger millennial, Brad Pitt was a little before my time but Johnny Depp was the very first actor I ever loved. I watched the pirates of the Caribbean movies 1000 times. It was the fist fic I ever read. I thought what he did with that character was genius and I literally watched everything he had been in up to that point.

And this is why I’m baffled when people (not you! I get what you’re saying! it’s fine and normal to be disappointed) cannot let go of these celebrities. Like I was legit obsessed with this man in a way I’ve never been and never will be obsessed with a celebrity ever again and it was exceedingly easy to be like “oh lol yikes he sucks actually” so it’s baffling people ruined a woman’s life just because some guy was hot in chocolat three decades ago or whatever

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A scenario where Shepard jokes with Vega, saying she's practically Garrus' wife now after she promotes him to her XO during the war, resulting in them unintentionally spending a lot more time together.

The joke goes over Vega's head, and he goes to congratulate Garrus personally. Garrus is confused, and Vega promises to keep the "secret marriage" a secret. Garrus now has to figure out how in the hell he accidentally proposed to and married a human and how is he supposed to tell his dad he missed the unplanned wedding and the ceremonial meeting of his fiancé. He was almost 30, but this was going to get him grounded for at least another 30 years or maybe even life.

Was he supposed to get his new wife a gift? Where they supposed to get matching tattoos like Turians? He could've sworn he read somewhere that humans consummated their vows the same way Turians do. Where did he go wrong dammit!?

He adores the idea of Shepard being his wife and loves knowing that she was so excited that she even told Vega about it. He just now has to figure out how he married her in the first place without her knowing he doesn't know. Because then she'll think he never wanted to marry her, and that is NOT the case. Maybe Tali will know? No way. She'd just call him a bosh'tet. Wrex will also call him a professional idiot. Liara won't judge, but he's sure she still hasn't gotten over her crush on the Commander, and he doesn't want to rub his new marriage in her face. Maybe Joker will tell him if he promises him the new fornax issue.

Garrus has had his fair share of giving his dad a pseudo aneurysm, but this one was going to send him into cardiac arrest for sure when he finds out his son married a woman the family didn't even meet. He needs a drink...after he finishes bribing Edi to scrub away everything she just heard him say out loud.

Garrus doesn't know that Vega is the galaxy's worst secret keeper, telling Shepard he's keeping the secret marriage a secret unwilling to let Shepard convince him that she's actually not married yet. She goes to see Garrus to have a good laugh about Vega's idiocy but walks into Garrus telling Edi he will use Shepard's override if she doesn't get rid of something.

Garrus is absolutely mortified and gives the cheesiest greeting to his "wife." She assumes Vega already brought the joke to Garrus but she's not overlooking him trying to be suspicious with Edi. He recovers, mentioning it was for his sesrch history for a gift he wanted to get her. He did intend to get her a gift so the phrase wasn't a complete lie...

She jokes about it and calls him her husband. Garrus, the realist he is, does not take this as a joke. She leaves him to his vices, and Garrus is now in a full-blown panic. He needs to understand what he did, and he needs to know now.

(If my brain gets any more random ideas, I'll at least finish and provide a resolution to this concept, lol. Feel free to offer your own ending)

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sphaxcca · 2 days

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My Candy Love New Gen ep. 4 Review

Here I am after finishing the last episode of MCL New Gen ready to give my honest and unasked opinion about it. Fasten your seatbelts cause we are about to start and i'm not gonna be gentle

LET'S TALK ABOUT IT...

So the episode opens with Elenda who's basically trying to drag us so bad to the Cosey Bear because apparently Castiel was serving there ( No judgement toward Elenda, i wanted to see my husband too). Unfortunately for me and her, he already had left when we showed up to the Cafe. >3>.

Seeing Lynn animated was so cute and a little bit nostalgic but nothing compared to the GASP I emitted when she started talking to Thomas and he told her he was in love with her. GEEEEZ, now i get why that kid was a pain in the ass and RUINED my pic-nic date with Tomato head, THE DOTS CONNECTED. Btw it was a very cute scene and a tribute to Iris that I hope she will show up in Thomas' route.

Moving on, inspired by Thomas' love confession, everybody starts talking about their love life (expected since the episode's name is hearts looking for love). And this is where things went horribly cringe and outrageous: Ofc i'm not talking about Elenda and Devon ( It was cute to know that she had a crush on Devon and, about him, a little peak to where the story is possibly going to lead - a busy man that works his ass off so bad for Devenementiel and has no time to date)or Amanda but about ROY and BRUNE.

Hoooooly shit, the chill of second hand embarassment that I got just by reading the interractions between these two was undescribable I swear( Elenda became basically my guide spirit: her reaction was the same i had. ). Everything was so outofcontext and nonsense that I'm actually wondering why Beemov decided it was a great idea to give space to something so....childish? I mean, we're talking about (almost) 30yo people.. and they got together because they were...desperate??????? - "Yeah with my exes things weren't doing good so we decided to date even tho we don't talk, don't touch and fell uncomfortable with each other" - COOOME ON, BFR, you guys ok? Also, I really hope that we're gonna discover something deeper about Roy (or that he's going to get a development at least) that makes him more that what i can pick up and feel from him right now: childish Gymrat fixed on pool that give us nothing. I'm genuine deluded about the way they handled this.

Moving on to JASON PART. He basically shows up when we're still talking sitted by the table. I was obviously expecting the part where he was going to be pointed out as a "womanizer" but what I DID NOT EXPECT was the reaction he had when he overhears our conversation: I felt him being sarcastic as usual but at the end i felt he was kinda....hurt??? idk if you get what i mean, he literally said he had REASONS why he doesn't want to be in full term relationship and this opens my mind to an INFINITE AMOUNT OF THEORIES

Connected to what I've read on some theories here, someone said it's because of the condition ( or the pathology) that made his hair go white...

This is a really good point but I genuine think about something else that is connected to this and the SHOCK NUMBER 2: Why Devenementiel hates Jason so much?

Apparently our "proud and superior" man with an incredible fragile ego had PLAGIARIZED the project the would have helped Devon to found Devenementiel and, because of that, he was fired and disqualified by the contest. So...first things first: PIECE OF SHIT. Secondly, I genuine would have never thought about him doing something like this and that's the reason why i don't think he did it because he wanted to but perphaps he WAS PUSHED to do so.

Another theorie said that probably he was helped by a third person that played dirty and suggested him the same project Devon did

And I have to admit that this is something very likely, but stil don't really convince me too much.

We can clearly see that Jason has a lot of money, A LOT, and by the way he has so much money i'm assuming he comes from a family that at least has the same amount of capital he has now. We got told that he was basically working as an employer (if i remember correctly) so why trying to steal something from others if you are satisfied and don't need a job? perhaps because you NEED that first place to REDEEM yourself and PROVE someone wrong at least so that.. THE END JUSTIFIES THE MEANS. That's where his family and the white hair make their part: A Dad Ceo that basically disgraced his Son because he couldn't follow or keep up with the family business or - he wasn't good enough- for the role ( and that's why the white hair, because of the stress) . Another thing that might prove this is the fact that Devon told us that he had "private investors" and...i mean, if you're broke, i don't think you can find them just by snapping your fingers and make them appear in front of you, especially when you get fired and disqualified in a competition. He could have use the "family" name and hi charisma to persuade the investors to help him found Goldreamz. And THIS leads me to the last point: Why no long term relationship? Because his family has to end with him and he's scared of the consequences that a partner can have in his life. This reminded me so much Simon from Bridgerton btw. So yeah...I might be wrong (99%) but i want to think that he's a piece of shit just because he's hurt.

His special scene was normal i guess, i love the way my candy was looking at the instagram photos be like - "i'm just studying the enemy...not doing something wrong..maybe".

In the end i decided to try for the Thomas illustration and nothing to complain about, the scene was genuine one of the most cute one in the game so fare and the ilusstration 10/10 chef's kiss and handshake by the president.

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Title: In Every Lifetime

Fandom: Lovely Runner (TV)

Tags: Jealousy, Fluff, Soft Soljae

(note: english is not my first languange and this is purely self-indulgent, so please proceed with caution)

“What? You’re going to Sunjae’s set?” Hyunjoo asks while Sol gathers her stuff from the office table.

“Yeah. We haven’t seen each other lately since his filming started.” Sol whines with a slight pout on her lips. “I already asked Dongseok and he said he’ll have a short break later.” She heaves a sigh. “I miss him so much, Hyunjoo.”

Said woman suppresses the urge to gag. She thinks she may never get accustomed to this version of Sol. She’s always been cute and affectionate, yes, but it’s like meeting Sunjae and dating him unleashed another persona in her that was locked before.

And if the lovesick way she’s acting right now is any indication, Hyunjoo can bet her car that her plan to surprise Sunjae will blow up on her face.

“Are you crazy? You do know he’s starring in a romantic film, right?”

“And?” Sol asks, actually oblivious. She looks at her watch. She has to drive now if she wants to make the most of his break.

Hyunjoo grabs at her arm, trying to stop her. “I know Sunjae loves you very much–he practically has permanent heart eyes for you– but do you really want to see him acting?”

Sol still seems to not get it. “My Sunjae is a very good actor. Why wouldn’t I?”

Hyunjoo sighs. This foolish girl. “Yeah, your Sunjae is indeed a very good actor. And he happens to play the role of a man in love with another woman. I saw the script and it involves a lot of… intimate scenes. Do you really want to see that?”

Sol, much to Hyunjoo’s surprise, lets out a hysterical laugh. “Yah,” She starts, wiping at an eye, “I’m not childish like that! I’m a very cool girlfriend–I know how to separate work from personal life!”

---

Oh, how wrong she was.

As it turns out, Sol is definitely not a very cool girlfriend. No, not even slightly. And she really, really wants to do something childish, right about now, like grab the actress ravishing his boyfriend by the neck and fling her across the room.

Sunjae is sitting on the bed with his partner on his lap. He’s got one hand on her hips and another one spanning her back. She cradles his head, tilting it back to kiss him deeper. A low moan is heard in the room. Sunjae shifts to lay her down on the bed.

It’s only when the director yells a cut! that Sol registers how tightly she’s been holding the strap of her poor bag. She releases the breath she’s been holding. She opens the palm of her other hand, surprised to see red crescent marks from her nails.

She looks up. Sunjae and the actress pull away from each other. Her boyfriend, ever the gentleman, helps her up. She doesn’t hear it, but she’s sure he’s asking her if she’s okay. He’s always been kind like that to his co-stars. Sol wishes he wasn’t.

She knows it’s unreasonable because Sunjae’s just doing his job. She’s never had an issue with it before. She’s seen his films; seen him kiss actresses countless times…

Seeing him in action, though, is an entirely different thing. Jealousy like she never felt before rises in her gut. She wants to smash something.

When the director cues them again, Sol’s not masochistic enough to stay. She turns around and leaves.

You’re right, she texts Hyunjoo when she gets inside her car. This is a bad idea.

What did I tell you, comes her immediate reply. Should I get soju or makgeolli?

I love you, Sol types. Both please.

—

This scene feels oddly familiar, Im Geum thinks, as he watches her younger sister chug soju like apple juice on their rooftop. Her wife sits across from her, looking equally as drunk. She brightens up at the sight of him.

“My gold,” She singsongs, reaching out adorably to him. He sits down beside her. The smell of alcohol assaults his senses, and he gapes at the amount of bottles on the table. Seven?!

“Yah, Hyunjoo!” Sol suddenly screams, startling the couple. “You think you’re safe? Just so you wait, sooner or later your husband will be kissing other women!”

Hyunjoo gasps, palm dramatically slapping over her mouth.

“You’re right! I can’t let that happen!”

“What are you talking about? Why would I kiss other women?”

Sol jabs a finger at his brother, cross-eyed. “When you have a girlfriend-” she hiccups, “-don’t you think you should protect your precious lips? Shouldn’t your girlfriend be the only one allowed to touch you?”

What, Geum rages, did Sunjae cheat on her little sis?

He’s about to ask her when Sol shouts again.

“Yah, Ryu Sunjae!” The finger jabbing at him earlier is now directed at the heavens. “Why did you become an actor and kiss other women?!” She downs another shot, and then mumbles, “Where’s that damn watch? I need to go back again and make sure he doesn’t become a celebrity…”

Relieved, and a little bit confused by the last bit, Geum sighs. Thank goodness. He thought he had to cut ties with his top star brother-in-law.

He gets his phone and texts Sunjae.

—

“Dongseok, did Sol come by earlier?”

Sunjae is sitting on the van, eyes fixed on the image of his girlfriend that Geum sent him. His adorable Sol, red in the face, looking like a cute angry hamster.

You dumbass, the text below the image read, why’d you let Sol watch you film a bed scene?

“Oh? Didn’t you see each other? She called me earlier asking for your schedule, and she said she’ll surprise you...” Dongseok replies, eyes briefly meeting him in the mirror.

“Yah!” Sunjae shouts, horror dawning on him. “You know what I was filming earlier!” At the front, Dongseok’s eyes widen in realization.

Sunjae looks at the photo again, and notices the alarming bottles of soju on the table. He recalls a memory from a lifetime ago– Sol wearing a trash can as a hat, a drunken shout from a rooftop, and a fallen slipper.

He orders Dongseok to drive to Geum’s home.

He’s got an angry and jealous girlfriend to pacify.

—

Sol is out cold when he arrives at the couple’s home, which is a blessing because it made carrying Sol into the van and into his house easier. He deposits her on the bed, propping her up slightly on the headboard so he can fuss over her.

He carefully removes her coat, her shoes, and the pins and bands on her hair. He makes quick work of removing her make-up, knowing first hand how awful it is to sleep with one. He was just about to remove her top to change her into comfortable sleep clothes when her eyes suddenly flashes open.

Flustered, Sunjae drops her top and falls on his ass on the bed.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He stutters out. He grabs the bottle of water by the bedside and hands it over to her. “Drink. You must be thirsty.”

Sol receives the water with complaint, drinking the entire thing without removing her gaze on him. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still looking at him, gaze intent and determined. No, not at him. On his lips, particularly.

She licks her bottom lip, and Sunjae stops breathing. He gulps, suddenly feeling hot. He didn’t expect the night to go like this, given her inebriation, but if she wants…

His not-so-pure-like-oxygen thoughts are halted when she leans over and scrubs at his lips. Furiously, like she’s trying to wipe the entire thing off.

It clicks, and Sunjae lets out a chuckle. Is she literally trying to rub off the evidence of another woman on his lips?

She’s so concentrated at the task that her face forms a charming little frown. God, his girlfriend is adorable when jealous.

“Do you think it’s funny?” Sol pouts at him, and he wants to explode at how utterly cute she looks. Sunjae holds her face in both hands, squishing it into a pout.

“Im PD, weren’t you the one who recommended this script?” He asks, teasingly.

Sol heaves a sigh, then purses her lips, before leaning back on the headboard. Sunjae follows suit and sits beside her, arm pillowing her head.

A few moments pass before Sol speaks again, voice small and whiny. “But did you have to kiss her so passionately?”

He can’t help it– Sunjae laughs. Oh, how the tables turned.

“Do you believe me now, then? I told you, I’m a master of meloromance.”

Sol pinches him on his side, a particularly ticklish location, which makes Sunjae yelp. “Sorry, sorry! I’ll stop laughing now!” He grabs the offending arm, then slides his hand down to intertwine her hand with his. He places his other hand one on top of theirs, covering it completely.

The familiar feeling of joy and contentment washes over him, as it always does, whenever he’s in her presence.

“Sol-ah,” Sunjae starts, tone placating. “Were you really mad?”

Sol shakes her head. “No, not really.”

“Just jealous?”

She nods, although faintly.

“Why?”

“Because…” Sol takes in a large breath, as if preparing for a speech. “When on TV, or in cinemas, when I’m watching you, I’m also watching your character. I get immersed in your role and its world. But watching you on set, however… there is no story. It’s just you and a woman. Kissing.”

Sunjae just keeps looking at her silently while she goes on her tirade, giving her the moment to vent out her frustrations.

“I know it’s stupid. But… I don’t know. She’s so pretty… and tall… like all your on-screen partners were, and watching you two— you just looked so good together. And I know it’s your job but I just—It just dawned on me just how many attractive people you got around you in the daily.”

He’s got a lot to say about this, but he just kept his mum. Something like you are literally a goddess in my eyes and celebrities should be thankful you chose to be behind the cameras.

Sol just kept on, almost stumbling over her words, refusing to meet his eyes. “Ah, I don’t know! And you weren’t supposed to know, anyway! I was gonna get over it myself… stupid Im Geum—”

No longer able to stop himself, Sunjae kisses her. Partly to shut her up, partly because of how pretty she looks all riled up. She was about to speak when he kisses her again, this time a little longer and a little deeper. Her arms come up to his neck while his finds purchase on her waist. When he leans back, her eyes look a bit hazy.

“Sol-ah, I love you.” Sunjae says, looking deep into her eyes.

He takes a deep breath, knowing there’s no turning back once he says it. He swore he wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but he guesses she’s bound to know one way or another, anyway. In Hyuk has a big mouth.

“You’re the only woman in my life. The only person. Ever.”

Confusion paints Sol’s face, and then surprise.

“What? What do you mean only?”

“There’s no one, other than you. I never dated anyone.”

Surprise turns into disbelief.

“In this life? But… you never knew me?”

“Not just in this life. In all of them.”

Sunjae sees the weight of his confession dawn on her. Practically sees the excuses firing up in her brain. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. He continues.

“In my first life, when you mistook me for a delivery man? I knew then, the moment you gave me your yellow umbrella and those white candies, that I love you.”

He brings a hand to her face, bracing himself and her, for what he’s about to say. They haven’t really talked about this, no. “And I don’t want you to blame yourself, Sol, okay? But when the articles then said I was depressed, had anxiety and was undergoing medication? It was true. But it wasn’t because of the public, or their perception of me.”

Sunjae’s surprised about how easy the words come to him. Weightless, now that the burden has been lifted. He used to be only able to speak of it in moments of inebriation, with In Hyuk, or in his sessions with a therapist.

Sol, on the other hand, seems to be overwhelmed with emotions. He notices the tell-tale signs of her eyes reddening.

“It’s because of guilt and regret. That I couldn’t save you. That it was because of me that you got hurt–” Sol starts to protest, but he shakes his head. “--I couldn’t forget you. And while that was partly because of guilt, I know it’s also because of a love that could have been.”

Sol’s lips start quivering, and he can see how hard she’s trying to keep her tears at bay. This girl– she’s the one crying for me again.

“When I met you again on that bridge, I was glad that you didn’t remember me. That I at least have been someone who’s given you strength– that tou didn’t remember me as a person who caused you pain. ”

Like a dam overflowing, Sol’s tears fall down her face. Sunjae catches them all with his palms.

“And in another life, just when I thought I couldn't possibly love you more, I find out that you literally jumped through space and time just to save me. It was… I was gone, Sol. And I loved you for fifteen years in a life before that, even when all I had of you was a photograph and the memory of a few months to sustain me. There was just no going back for me, once we crossed paths. You owned me– body and heart and soul.”

She was full on crying now, breaths stuttering with each inhale. Sunjae soldiers on. He’s got a point to get across.

“And in this life, even without memories of you, it’s like all the love I held for you in all my lifetimes accumulated so much that it overflowed in this one. Somehow, I knew in my heart that if it wasn’t you, I would rather be alone. And the moment we met— this will really sound cliche— it felt like I was coming up for air after a long time underwater. My mind sure took a long to catch up, but my heart recognized you.”

Sol reaches up to grip on the hand on her face, holding it tight.

“All of this to say, my dear Sol– I love you. I’m yours— before, now, and forever. You literally cannot get rid of me, no matter how much you try. So,” Sunjae pinches her cheeks, “As much as I enjoy seeing you cutely huffing and puffing like a kitten, I’d much rather it not be because of jealousy. Okay?”

Sol’s face crumple with her tears, but a watery smile graces her lips. Sunjae feels the room brighten with it. Sol nods and whispers a small okay. And the she throws her arms around him, burying her face on his chest, crying some more.

“I love you, Sunjae. You’re the only one for me, too.”

He hugs her tighter. “I love you too, Sol.”

It takes her a bit more to calm down. When she does, she looks up to see his face. She traces the bags under eyes, frowning a bit. “I’m sorry. You should have been resting, but here you are…”

Sunjae smiles at her, booping her nose with his. “You are my rest.”

That must be the wrong thing to say, because Sol burst out crying again.

A memory comes back to Sunjae at that moment, making him chuckle.

“Why are you crying? I didn’t make you cry.” Sunjae asks her, a teasing smile on his lips.

She punches him lightly on the chest. “Yah! You definitely did!”

#lovely runner #sol #lovelyrunner #sunjae #fic #fanfic #im sorry

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bee-the-loser · 1 day

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₊ ⊹☼ Pairing: The8/Xu Minghao x reader ₊ ⊹☼ Synopsis: Multiple chance encounters across lives, with a soul somehow fated to yours throughout ₊ ⊹☼ Genre: Reincarnation au, slight fantasy/historic au ₊ ⊹☼ Word count: 1.67k ₊ ⊹☼ Warnings: Mentions of death, loss and grief. Minor character death mentions ₊ ⊹☼ A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while as I didn't feel that the story was done yet. However, it's at a good point right now to post. Maybe I'll return to add to it further at one point though.

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Loss is an emptiness that eats away at the soul, a metaphorical knife carving it’s design on the surface but leaving behind wounds deep enough to bleed. And the strange thing about loss is you let it. In a sense it’s a sickly beautiful thing to experience as the blood pours out staining over the pure memories and taints them to be forever red. A crimson red that’s the same as the heart that somehow still beats inside your chest, because while it feels like everything should be still, time moves on. Time still encourages hearts to beat and wounds to bleed.

And bleed they do…

Your first loss shouldn’t be considered that actually. There are so many factors that completely contradict it as “the first loss you experienced”. For a start, you had lost people before. A woman who never had the chance to be a mother, your mother, passing away before she got even a second with her child. A young boy, who once you considered a brother, starved under the night sky with his eyes locked onto the moon. After all, Grief was no stranger to your soul. He visited often and settled in your bones like a heavy sick reminder of life.

No, none of these was your first loss. A kind of deep grief, yes, but they felt inevitable somehow.

Your first loss came in a form you never expected. A loss of opportunity and the questions of what could have been. Leaving the first scar of many dotted over your skin.

You didn’t know his name the first time, you barely got to know him at all actually. It was a fleeting moment that stopped the world if just for a second. Even if it was just for you.

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The makeshift grave you created when Chan died was positioned out in a forest glade on the edge of town, giving him the privacy and peace he deserved. An ideal place for him to continue watching the night sky like he did when he was tangible, and now as a star, a place for him to look down on from above. It seems childish now thinking that was how the world worked, that he would stick around for you.

You know better now.

You had been spending the afternoon visiting him, after collecting flowers for your little stall, coming to rest up in the willow tree sheltering the glade from the outside view. The branches allowing you a raised position to look down below, which is how you spotted him initially. This dark haired beauty dressed in clothes that didn’t seem typical for that of normal adventurers. You assumed that’s what he must be, no one else tends to come out that far. Somehow, he had stumbled onto Chan’s clearing though, only the fates may know how, and came to a pause in front of the poorly carved headstone you placed on the first death anniversary. It didn’t matter that there was no body to bury, his memory would live on.

Something about that resonated in this figure’s mind. It wasn’t obvious at first but moments later when you got the first glimpse at his soul-bearing eyes and the way they scanned the words told you all you needed. He was memorising the words, breathing out his very essence into the world and immortalising this time. The phrase you had heard many times before bringing tears to your eyes as it was spoken out loud after a year again.

“The moon sure is lonely tonight”. He was just reading out loud that time, but maybe that’s why it left such an impact. There were no deeper connotations or commitments that suffocated the moment. It was raw and real.

If given the chance of every lifetime, you would chose to return to this moment eternally.

He left not long after that with a new print on his soul in the name of Lee Chan and the fleeting thoughts of a phrase once whispered. It wasn’t until afterwards that you saw the carefully placed bundle of forget-me-nots. Flowers that symbolise memorises and the concept of thinking of loved one ones while one is away. You don’t remember ever have crying as hard as you did that night as you allowed yourself to break down after having repressed everything for a long time. The hope that someone else would continue to think of the young boy and maybe one day return providing a sort of comfort you never realised you needed.

You continued with your routines and visits but never once saw the stranger again. Your first loss came unexpectedly and you couldn’t help but think of what could have happened if things were different. Had Chan been alive to greet him? Had you spoken out to him? Had you got to know him? But you didn’t and so the opportunity passed by and life continued until death came to claim you too.

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What you didn’t expect was the life that came after and the memories that flickered back to you slowly. You could remember it all clearly at first but the more time progressed and lives were lived, the hazier things became. So you wrote to remember. Diary entries inked across pages depicting and detailing each moment and connection you continued to share.

It took you a total of three lives to realise you and your stranger were somehow connected. You seemed destined to spot him under the moonlight over and over again, each time bringing something new for you to note.

However, it was your fourth life that something truly changed, with an opportunity for the two of you to introduce yourselves. A night-time balcony overlooking the palace gardens providing a shared relief from the noise of the party inside. You had yet to see your stranger that lifetime and you certainly weren’t expecting to find him approaching you from behind on his own escape from the ballroom.

Your eyes had found comfort in the solitude of the starlit sky, with a faint recollection of a young voice discussing constellations in great enthusiasm. Your body curled up onto the stone edge with the coldness contrasting to the heat radiating from the party inside. There had been no mention of the balcony being off limits but it seemed abandoned in that moment similar to how you felt. Maybe that is why when you heard the small thuds of footsteps approaching you assumed it was a guard coming to bring you inside. However, as you turned around to face them, your breath stalled inside your throat.

There he was…

Face to face, the moments that followed allowed you both to subtly scan each other’s figures, sharing a second of joint solitude. His clothes reflecting his obviously high social status, yet you naturally found yourself focusing on his deep, knowledgeable eyes. The ones that both equally haunted and comforted your thoughts. Then he spoke and his light voice rung out in a whisper like he was afraid to break the silence.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, but I needed some time away from the chaos and couldn’t help but notice you out here alone with only the moon for company. You both seemed rather lonely tonight. Would you mind me joining you?”

The paraphrasing of the familiar line rang in your ears as you couldn’t help but tear up and turn back to the full moon in an attempt for comfort.

“Not at all, feel free to join us.”

His figure stepping closer as he approached the balcony edge himself and admired the view before the two of you. It was a comfortable silence that followed, neither of you feeling the need to fill it with meaningless chatter at first. However, as you turned to gain another glance at him, wanting to capture every detail for your writing later on, your gaze fell onto the baby blue flowers that lay in his pocket.

“Forget-me-nots?”

As he turned to meet your eyes, he saw the way they lingered onto his flowers and then noticed the similar ones decorated into your own outfit.

“Hmm, there is something special about the resilience of these little blossoms which bloom in clusters throughout marshy harsh terrain. In a sense I admire the way they manage to preserve and grow with those tough conditions. It’s something I often see reflected in humanity, although, unlike the flowers, not often do people manage to make it full bloom I find.”

The philosophical answer was not one you had expected from him, but certainly wasn’t unwelcome. You had your own greater meanings to the flowers that you shared back with careful consideration, still unsure of if your stranger retained his memories like you. It was something you noted in a previous life where you tried to speak to a different Chan and was left alone once more, that not everyone had the privilege, or was it a curse, to remember like you do.

“For me, they symbolise remembering those who once were but no longer are. A promise to keep the memories of them alive for as long as you live. The stories you experienced and the thoughts you shared allowing a part of them to stay.”

Silence settled back down between the two of you, which is why you could hear the song that started to play out by the band. A slow dance of sorts. In some twist of destiny, he reached his hand out and asked for your hand before the two of you spent time twirling across the balcony. This moment shared only by you two and the sky.

As you came to a close and the clocks chimed to signal an hour passing, with you settled in your stranger’s arms, two names were breathed out into the universe before you parted ways and he disappeared back into the ball.

“Xu Minghao.”

A name meaning brightness and vastness, one that seemed to fit the person you came to spend time with perfectly.

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#bee's writing #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt fanfic #the8 x reader #the8 fluff #the8 fanfic #xu minghao x reader #xu minghao fluff #minghao x reader #minghao fluff #minghao imagines #fanfic writing

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It's pride month! Let's make a list of One Piece characters I head cannon as in the LGBT+ community!

First up is the Captain himself, Luffy

Don't go getting too hot ladies and gents, this bachelor is off the market.

My opinion is that Luffy is Aro/Ace (not that one).

The reality is that unless you are food, friends, or adventure then you probably won't find yourself meaning much of anything to this delightfully joyous fellow.

In short the man has things to do and none of those things include sex or romance.

Top ships: none

Secondary ships: also none

Next up we got the navigator, Nami

This pretty lady capture hearts wherever she goes!

My opinion is that she is Bisexual.

Man or woman you'll have a chance with her... for a price.

Just be sure to protect her and her treasure because she is not interested in the fighting thing. She's a damn queen and very much inclined to act like one.

Top ships: Zoro x Nami

Secondary ships: Sanji x Nami, Vivi x Nami, Wanda x Nami

Now let move on to the ships cook, Sanji!

The man is complicated but hear me out.

It is my opinion that he is bisexual.

He cooks hard and simps harder but perhaps there's something going on underneath. He certainly has a soft side which he shows to women almost exclusively. (Key word is almost my friends)

He certainly likes women but perhaps he's overcompensating for something.

Top ships: Sanji x Nami (it would have been pudding if she was at all older but I digress)

Secondary ships: Sanji x Violette, Sanji x Ace

Speaking of Ace let's look at the little firecracker.

Boy what a looker, and seems to me he thinks similarly about a lot of people because it is my opinion that Ace is ...

Pansexual.

Whether you're sporting feminine, masculin, or neither energy Ace is the guy who's eating it up.

Just get him talking about his brother and he goes all mushy for you. Perhaps it's the genuine connection and interest in each other's lives and feelings that really get him going.

Top ships: Ace x Yamato

Secondary ships: Ace x Sanji, Ace x Vivi

Now let's talk about the top Ace partner for me.

Yamato/Oden

Bro heard the term "dress for the job you want not the job you have" and ran with it.

It is my opinion that Yamato/Oden is pansexual and transgender.

This can be quite the hot topic considering his reason for his transition and how he present himself but for me it is cut and dry. Guy says he's a dude and that's all that I'm gunna care about because let's be honest he is THE DUDE.

Yamato values his strength and values sincerity. He's fun loving and always looking for excitement in life. He found those values presented in his biggest idol, Oden. So it is my opinion that he did not change to be more like Oden but found courage in being himself because he discovered Oden.

Top ships: Ace x Yamato

Secondary ships: none

Who can talk about Trans icons in OP without including Kiku!

Kiku lives her life unashamedly herself. She makes no fuss or muss about it either.

I have no head cannon regarding her sexuality as I got no vibes during my time watching her on screen of one or another but Kiku is, not just by my opinion but canonically, transgender.

Strong, elegant, and thoughtful her path in life did not take away from any of her responsibilities or ther seriousness in which she takes them. One of the ayakaza 9 samurai sworn ro protect Oden and his family. They certainly didn't have any I'll feelings towards her and her identity so why should anyone else.

Top ships: none at this time

Secondary ships: none

Let's dive more into gender identity actually by bringing forth the goat himself. The man. The myth. The legend.

Bonclay.

He is beauty, he is grace, he is missus steal your face.

It is my opinion that Bonclay is gender non conforming!

He goes by he him pronouns but makes no effort to explain nor justify his presentation or mannerisms. No should he! He's perfect the way he is.

I've seen no romantic vibes from Bon Chan as of now but he's too busy being the real MVP of every arc he appears in to have the time it would seem. And that's fine by me.

Top ships: none

Secondary ships: none

It's getting to be quite long so I will cap this off with the top of the top. THE person to go to in the one piece verse regarding gender and sexual identity.

IVANKOV.

He? She? They? It doesn't matter. It's all the same to Ivankov who strikes me as Gender fluid in its purest form.

Believing a person's gender or appearance shouldn't limit them and that every single person should strive for true happiness within themselves regardless if that looks like how they were born or not!

Ivankov has a unique ability to help with that by injecting hormones into those willing (eh sometimes not) to bring about their truer selves.

Ivankov runs the Queendom! A land seemingly dedicated to challenging gender stereotypes with a beautiful scenic background to cap it off.

You're doing the lords work my friend.

Top ships: none

Secondary ships: none

If someone you head cannon in the LGBT+ community isn't on this list that's fine! I'm sure I didn't get them all and there are some that I probably don't head cannon that way. For example it is my opinion that Zoro, Brooke, Robin, and Franky are straight and cis. Jimbei I want to watch more of first and chopper, as a little child bean, doesn't feel right to me to be head cannoning in these ways.

#one piece #pride month #trans pride #lgbt pride #monkey d. luffy #one piece luffy #straw hat pirates #mugiwara crew #nami #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji

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