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hauntedpearl · 2 years

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say what you mean (I want to be with you)

Rated T, Fluff, 2.6k

"When did you know?" Dean asks, his voice whisper-soft.

For a moment, Cas wonders if this question is a question at all, or if it is a thing that is meant to melt into the night, fated to join the half-formed pleas that spell stay and disbelieving self-assurances of you're here that Dean allows himself only under the cover of the darkness.

He doesn't know. So, he doesn't answer.

Instead, he watches through their bedroom window as a lone grey cloud drifts across the sky, as the silver light of the moon slices the shadows of the room, and waits, the silence settling around them, thick and stifling. Cas almost squirms under it. Almost.

"Cas?"

Dean's voice is quieter this time. Tentative, almost. Unsure. Cas doesn't like the way it wavers.

He looks over his shoulder and finds that Dean is already watching him, silver-green eyes soft, shadows settling into the crow's feet at their corners.

Cas wants to touch them.

He blinks, and Dean smiles, and Cas thinks of the mundanity of miracles.

He turns over so he is facing Dean, presses the palms of his folded hands under his cheek, and waits.

Dean props himself up on his elbow, his free hand coming to rest in between their bodies. His fingers drum a silent rhythm against the sheets.

"When did you know?" he asks again.

Cas knows what he means, of course. Still, he cannot help himself. This is something he has now, something Dean has given him. And, oh, he loves it, this freedom of saying it.

So; "That I loved you?" he asks.

He smiles, because he revels in the taste of the words, because he feels like something of himself settles into this once-borrowed body of his every time he does.

Because the tips of Dean's ears turn red.

A sigh, then, from Dean. His fingers curling almost shyly in the sheets. A nod.

"Rexford," Cas says, and even now, even after everything, something almost-sharp twists in his stomach. An echo of a feeling that once seemed impossible to bear.

His eyes flit between Dean's, searching, and by the heavens, he doesn't know what he is looking for, only that he is. He watches, then, as they widen, as something in them dims. As his jaw slackens.

And because Cas knows Dean — knows that the subtle tension in his shoulders means he will speak, will apologize, will curl into himself for the things he is forgiven for, even if the forgetting is hard to do —, he speaks, hasty.

His eyes slide over Dean's shoulders to the door to his back and he says, "I was angry with you, for a time. But, I thought — I thought it was all anger. I thought that was all there was."

He chances a glance at Dean, before turning back to the door once more.

"I thought I would never see you again. And I thought I wouldn't want to, either. But, you showed up anyway," he says, and his eyes slip close. "And I was happy."

He can picture it now like it was only the day before, the way Dean had swaggered up to the register with a wide smile and a packet of beef jerky. Something in Cas had gone still, then, and he'd felt...he'd felt. So much.

"It didn't make sense," he says, now, and he looks back at Dean to find him staring at him like he's trying to look for something, too. Like he's trying to piece it together from the creases in Cas' ageing, human skin. "And it was all. Overwhelming."

Something in his throat clicks, and he swallows. He doesn't need to say all this, but he wants to. He can.

"And when you left," he pauses, and here, here, the place between his eyebrows begins to itch, the back of his eyes stinging already. He blinks, slips a hand from under his cheek to press to his chest. "It was like something was clawing at this, shredding it from the inside."

There had been more, of course. Cas has had enough years to think, to mull things over. There had been the way something white-hot had crawled under his skin when Dean was tending to his injured hand. The way his body curved into Dean's in his sleep, fingers reaching for the soft touch of worn cotton. The way something in his stomach was aflutter at the carefree, sleep-mussed smile on Dean's face as he'd handed him a cup of watery coffee that morning before he'd caught himself. But Cas doesn't say any of it. They're all details, though, in the end. He wouldn't even know how to begin to explain.

Instead, he says, "I'd felt it before, pain like that. It was only ever a shadow of it, but I had."

Because there were things Cas wasn't sure he was meant to love, but had anyway, as an angel. His brothers and sisters. Humanity. Chuck. He'd been hurt by them enough, hurt them enough, to know.

"I didn't understand it all, but I think it was enough—," he gasps, halting in his words when he feels the cool slide of a tear against his nose. He blinks, and another tear slides out of the corner of his eyes. Then another.

"Enough to know," Dean finishes for him, and his voice is quiet, still, and layered with something that feels coarse.

"Why didn't you ever—?" he begins to ask, but stops himself, and Cas smiles at him, a little sad, a little wistful.

"I didn't know," he says, and he hadn't — hadn't known that Dean would keep him around, still. Would want him to stay, would care for him the way he does all family.

He hadn't known that he would let Cas love him, would let him just be.

"I didn't think I would still have this—your companionship, your friendship — inspite of my feelings, if you'd known."

He pauses, then, "And it was never the right time," he adds, because that much is also true.

He smiles at Dean, wide and a little watery, but Dean isn't smiling back.

"Cas—," he says, and it is a broken thing that curdles the insides of Cas' stomach, that sours there.

He frowns, parts his lips to speak, to say something, but stills when Dean lifts a hand to his face and swipes a thumb under his eyes, across his nose.

He only succeeds in wetting Cas' face with the saltwater of his tears, but Dean's fingers are curled into the hair behind his ear, and Cas is too startled by them to point it out; to care. Because this — this — is different.

Dean touches him, of course, but never. Never like this. He bumps Cas' shoulder with his own, often. Curls his palm around his bicep to hold him still. Swipes a hand through his hair when he finds it has lengthened with time, an almost content hum his only comment. And sometimes — soemtimes, like this, in the dark — he bunches the fabric of Cas' sleep shirt in his fists, tight and insistent. But, now—

Cas thinks of the times Dean had held his face, and finds that his memory is fuzzy, seeing as he had been toeing the line of death more often than not, but it had all still felt — cursory. A reassuring of sorts.

But, this— God, help him, this—

It is a carress.

Cas can feel the just-there softness of Dean's palm on his stubble, the jackrabbiting pulse in his wrist on the underside of his jaw. He can't help the way he leans towards it, into it. Can't help the way a shiver races through his spine at the press of Dean's blunt nails against his scalp.

"Dean—," he starts, and his voice is a fawn taking its first steps. His voice is a pebble that tumbles down a cliff face. His voice is a cry of prayer, a leap of faith, and his words are empty, and all that is left is Dean, Dean, Dean, who is touching the skin over his cheekbone.

Cas watches, transfixed — stunned — as Dean slips off his fist and flattens his arm, shuffling down, so Cas doesn't have to look up at him anymore. He shifts closer, then, and enough so that they could share a pillow, their noses almost brushing against one another.

Cas' heart leaps to his throat, and the stinging in his eyes returns, and when he whispers the name Dean, once again, it is almost helpless.

Because, this close, Dean's eyes are gilded in moonlight, silver-backed mirrors reflecting his own. Reflecting everything in him. And Cas hadn't known— he hadn't ever thought — even as he'd hoped. He hadn't known.

Perhaps, he's been foolish, because Dean saved him. Dean brought him here, to a house made of wood and iron, and a backyard he has willed into a field of flowers. Cimbed in bed with him when the darkness was not just lonely, but terrifying, filled with phantoms that don't dissipate in a shower of salt.

Had....stayed.

And Cas had known — always, perhaps — that there was love there. Of a kind. Love that permeates the the tenuous boundaries of friendship, perhaps, but one that's nestled in the comfortable ones of family. Cas had never sought to have Dean. He wanted, yes. But he hadn't thought himself wanted in kind. Or deserving of it, at any rate. Because it was Dean.

Dean, who, for all his flaws, was still kind and good. An embodiment of all the things that made humanity so remarkable. Dean, who...who...

Cas gulps, then, clenches his eyes shut even as his throat tightens. He cannot bear to look at Dean....

...who brings him to a vendor that makes honey and grape jelly and applesauce at the dawn of every Sunday. Who cooks for him. Who fixes the tears in his favourite sweaters.

Who whispers desperate pleas to him when he thinks him asleep, begging him to just God, Cas, please don't leave.

Stay. Just stay.

Maybe he's been foolish this whole time. For not seeing, never seeing, what was in front of him. Or, he is a fool now, for letting the stubborn hope in him bloom, for seeing it at all.

He doesn't know.

He wants to. He wants to. He wants to.

He clasps Dean's wrist with his hand, and bunches Dean's t-shirt in the fist of the other, hauling him closer by a hairsbreadth.

When he opens his eyes to look, Dean is smiling, a lopsided thing that blooms on his lips. There's something there, in the way they curve, like he is glad of the glint of revelation he's seeing in Cas' eyes. Like he's been waiting for it.

Cas' lips part in a breath of a question.

Dean answers, like he's heard it.

"I win."

And it isn't smug, isn't mocking. It is a secret whispered to the darkness, but it is meant for him — meant for Cas — and he doesn't know what it means, not yet, but he is waiting. He is waiting.

"I have you beat," Dean says, bringing his forehead to rest against Cas', tracing the line of Cas' nose with the tip of his own, "by over a year."

It takes Cas a few moments to parse through those words, for their meaning to sink in.

When did you know? Dean had asked him.

When did you know you loved me?

I have you beat.

And Cas stares. He stares at Dean, and he knows his eyes are wide and watery, but he doesn't dare to even blink. He trembles in this half-embrace he is locked in, his blood fizzing with a mixture of joy, and disbelief, and regret, and Cas can't bring himself to say anything, not yet, because he is still waiting.

This should be enough, it should, but he needs more. He wants more.

Idiot, he wants to say. You're an idiot. And I'm a fool.

But he can't.

So he stares, and waits. And then watches Dean lick his lips, watches the way his throat bobs as he swallows, and then.

And then.

"I'm— I'm not. Good with words," he says, ducks his eyes a little. "Not like you are."

Cas doesn't think he is, either. Doesn't think he has a right to that compliment anymore. Because he wants to tell Dean, to ask him for this one thing. Because he needs. He needs.

"I, uh, I can't do the whole speech, man," Dean says, and chuckles, wet and broken, and it is the most beautiful sound Cas has ever heard. "But I can give you this."

There is a second there, when Dean looks at him, something inexplicable shining in his eyes, something tender in his touch as he pulls Cas closer, something like wonder in his gaze as it shifts from Cas' own to the swell of his cheeks, to his parted lips.

Only a second.

And then Dean kisses him. And kisses him. And kisses him.

And Cas isn't waiting anymore.

He is dizzy with a feeling he cannot even put a name to.

Dean kisses him like he's been starved of this, of Cas. Like it is life. Like it is salvation. And Cas chases his lips with just as much fervour, his mind whirring, his blood singing with want, want, want, his only guide.

There is an I love you in the way Dean's lips close around his own. An I want you in the way he drags his teeth against Cas' bottom lip. An I need you in whimper lodged in his throat that Cas swallows. An I'm sorry in the flutter of his eyelashes against Cas' cheeks.

Stay, stay, stay, in the way that he cradles Cas' face, through each kiss, their bodies bent awkwardly, curving towards each other.

When they part, Cas' lungs are burning, and his eyes itch with salt that is beginning to crust and their noses are wet from both their tears, but Cas cannot, for the life of him, bring himself to care. He pants against Dean's lips, every breath bringing them close enough to brush his, still, and he doesn't ever want to move.

"I—God, Cas," Dean says before he presses their open, panting mouths together once more — brief, but insistent. When he pulls back, again, he says, breathless, "I love you, too. In case, you know, it wasn't clear."

And Cas' eyes are still closed, a part of him terrified that this is all just a cruel dream, waiting to be shattered. But he can't help it, the giddiness that overtakes him. The disbelief that mixes with a happiness so pure, he wonders how he had settled for not having before.

He can't help it.

He laughs, joyful. A beat, and then Dean laughs with him.

Later, Later, much later, Cas lies on his stomach, his face pressed into the hollow of Dean's throat, Dean's fingers running through the sweaty strands of his hair.

The silence, now, is light and full, all at once, and Cas presses his lips to Dean's collarbone. Says, "I didn't know until later, maybe, but I think I've loved you since the moment I touched your soul."

Because it's true.

Because he has.

Dean's fingers still in hair. A beat, then another. And then he says, voice thick with an emotion Cas had always found hard to interpret, but thinks he knows now, and knows well, "Yeah? I think, me, too. Yeah. Me, too."

Cas smiles into Dean's skin. And Dean resumes his petting of Cas' hair, lulling him to sleep.

He dreams, that night, of nothing.

#destiel #fanfic #post-canon #doe's writing #deancas fics #I've been thinking about this fic for so long i finally wrote it god bless #I'll put it on my ao3 later <33 #uhh if this flops rip i still tried. i also don't have a tag list so lmk if you ever want in etc #anyway i write sometimes!

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cockworkangels · 1 year

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Rules: go to Pinterest, search "[your name] core aesthetic" and create a moodboard from the first nine images. No need to mention your name.

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abbysdruidess · 10 months

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you ever see those tiktoks of ppl making to-go meals for their wives working at hospitals? i wanna do that for abby so badly 🥺 (i've seen some hcs of her being an orthopaedic surgeon and I think thats real af)

thank you for this anon<3 I was kind of in a writers block so this helped s a lot-send me more asks about my babygirl, my delightful wife.

l̳u̳n̳c̳h̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳c̳h̳a̳m̳p̳i̳o̳n̳s̳ | modern au smut

wc: 1.3k (my longest!!)

tags: fluff, smut, domesticity, reader gets head for cooking for her wife(not that she wasn't getting it anyway), Abby eats it the whole damn thing on the kitchen counter

a/n: this is in the form of headcanons with a smut drabble in the end-lmk what you guys think<33

❦ I feel like in a modern au Abs would definitely choose a field that requires a lot of hard work(cause in the game also she overworked herself), so she's either a doctor or a construction worker(;)). I feel like she wouldn't want to choose to be a neurosurgeon like her father, bc as much as she admires his work, she doesn't want to be compared to him and she grew up with it, she wants something different. So her going into orthopaedics seems pretty reasonable.

❦ As for the lunch thing, I could totally see you making her lil lunches<3 She is careful about what she eats cause she wants maintain her muscled appearance, so she doesn't really go for the cafeteria food. Therefore, you make a habit of cooking food for the wife™️ every day. I imagine you getting one of these cute bento boxes and cook her some chicken, rice and salad the night before and set it up all cute<3

❦She'd always love it when you cook her food from your culture/country of origin also🥺because baby loved everything about you and wants to feel closer to you any chance she gets. In my country there's a lot of emphasis on fresh, unprocessed food so I imagine you growing a little garden outside your kitchen with fruits and vegetables, the works.

❦ Don't forget about dessert also-cooking a big tray of something like brownies or a batch of cookies on Sunday nights and put in on her lunch box with a note that goes like "finish your vegetables before you devour dessert!" or "eat lunch first, dear<3" . Bonus points if you kiss the note and get lipstick all over it.

❦ Maybe a coworker of hers notices one day(probably Manny cause he's the only one able to confront her about it) and goes up to her with a shit eating grin while she's eating it like "Damn doc, maybe that wife of yours can cook me up a lunch or too like yours sometime. She forgot to draw a heart on your brownies though." And normally if it was someone else she'd be pretty pissed off, because HOW DARE THEY mock the lunch her amazing, breathtaking wife worked so hard to make. But it's Manny so she knows he's just fucking around. SO Abby's like "Oh shut up Manny. You're just wish you had a girl who wants to make you lunch every day."

❦And truthfully she's extremely grateful for it, it's one of those things that reminds her why she married you, you care for her so much and cooking for her shows you look after her in one of the most vital, intimate ways possible. In the end of the week, once she comes home from work and sees you cleaning dishes in the sink, she walks up to you, leaving her little lunch box on the counter and wraps her big, beefy arms around you, while she whispers in your ear.

"I didn't thank you for lunch this week. I loved the cookies a lot.", and you can feel her breath slightly tickling your ear, the pads of her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

"It's alright Abs, I like making you food. You need to stay fit, big girl.", you respond, while you turn around and run your hands down her biceps.

"Hmm, thank you so much for caring about my health babe, or maybe you just like that your wife is packing such heavy guns under her shirt, huh?" she teases. You can't deny though, you love her figure. You can feel her hands on your hips as she tenderly lifts you on the counter, and you sigh happily.

"Yes Abby" you roll your eyes. "I'm soo thankful I have such a strong wife. It is quite beneficial at times.". Your hands ride up her shirt, cupping her firm, silken breasts. She exhales all wobbly, you know how sensitive her breasts are. But you know your little game won't last long.

She doesn't respond, just leans her face into yours so your noses bump and smiles. She quickly makes light work of your shirt, tossing it on the floor and goes for the button in your jeans next, as you help her by raising your hips off the counter. In one flawless motion, she has removed both your jeans and underwear, tossing them off with your shirt. Once the bare skin of your ass makes contact with the marble of the counter you shiver, and Abby brings her girthy palms to rest under your buttocks, warming up the skin there and slightly groping it.

"Lemme thank you for lunch. You are always so good to me. My pretty, little wife". She raises one of her hands and gently runs her pointer finger where your folds part, making you gasp. Your hands reach to her behind and cup her firm ass. "Alright." you whisper into her ear, as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

She then kisses a line from your jaw to your belly button, leaving sloppy, open mouth kisses where the drool from her mouth remains visible on your skin. You could only wish it would imprint on it, immortalising Abby's passionate mouth loving on your body. You shudder as you feel her delicately kissing your pussy, rubbing her tongue on your feminine lips as if she was making out with them. Her tongue teases the sensitive flesh, as the nerves in the most sensitive part of your body are abused by this wonderful, wonderful woman. You let out small, staccato moans, and your hands reach the flesh of your breasts, cupping them and toying with them deliciously. Abby continues the barrage on your cunt, licking up your clit as the room is filled with the sloppy sounds of sopping flesh.

You sit there, helpless but to take it, as you feel the coil inside you tightening up from the lovely tongue of your wife. You suddenly feels as though a band has snapped, and you are overcome with heavenly, internal bliss as your orgasm washes over you like a wave. Abby guides you through it, leaving soft kissing on your cunt and whispering "That's it baby, come like a good girl". Once it stops, you can feel her rising up to kiss you, her tongue rubbing yours in small circles as she lets you taste your salty tang.

"Mmm" you let out a soft giggle. "I'm so grateful I have such a caring attentive wife.", and she makes you gasp as she her fingers come up to your sensitive folds, dipping her hands into your hole and spreading your juices all over your inner thighs. You let out soft moans at the overstimulation but allow her to continue the assault on your cunt nonetheless, as she thumbs you clit gently, watching it twitch in between your legs.

"Damn right you are, baby. Wanna take this to the bedroom?" She leans into you and leaves a kiss on your ear lobe. "I'm not through with you yet." you don't reply just yet, because you know she still wants to have a go at you, and she will no matter what. You grumble a small yes at her as she picks you up bridal style and moves you to the bedroom, kicking your discarded clothes out of her way.

What could she say? Abby lives to please you, and you live to please her. And both of you are thankful for having each other to help whenever, whether that is with lunch and everything the other person needs.

whoaah, who wrote that🤔anyways, lmk what you guys think of it and ofc send me more asks abt Abby<33

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby tlou #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson headcanons

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writingstoraes · 1 year

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paddock greetings 💌

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!reader

type: instagram imagine/social media au

notes: not proofread and not revised so please expect errors hehehe please lmk what u think by replying or messaging and if u wanna be part of my taglist! <3 this is a bit long! hehe

about: for your 5th anniversary and engagement, the drivers send their greetings with a bit of banter in the comments as always.

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton Greeting this two a happy 5-year anniversary and wishing them the best as they take another massive and wonderful step in their life! Best wishes to the best couple I know ❤️

charles_leclerc Thank you, mate! Also huge thanks for setting me up with her, wouldn't be here without you 😅

lewishamilton Well you wouldn't stop asking about her so I gave in 🤷‍♂️

charlesrari LMAOOO SIR LEWIS AIRING OUT CHARLES' BUSINESS LIKE THAT

yourusername thank you, lew! wow imagine if i never went on that blind date...

pierregasly I think you would have found someone better

charles_leclerc You have one minute before I pay a visit to your room.

pierregasly

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pierregasly Congratulations on the engagement of the two craziest people I know 🥂 Pls stop asking me to take cheesy pictures of you guys sometimes what you do in front of me is unacceptable. I still remember being behind the camera when I took you guys' infamous yacht shots 😮‍💨

yourusername not you saying we're improper im literally the third wheel when you and charles are together???

pierregasly Y/N you took Charles away from me can you blame me

charles_leclerc Pierre what

pierregasly Are you choosing your wife over me? Wow okay that hurts mate

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo Some outtakes from my camera of Y/N and Charles. This was the first time Charles took Y/N on a trip with us and they honestly just bring out the best in each other. No better day to post this than now. Congratulations on the engagement, you two! 🎉 Wishing you live a life filled with love and happiness.

yourusername DANIEL WTH this is so pretty :(( these pictures are a blessing, thank you danny 🤍

charles_leclerc Thank you, Daniel! And thank you for my new wallpaper hahaha

carlossainz55 You're replacing me already?

charles_leclerc Mate you were never my wallpaper

pierregasly Don't even bother Carlos he's a married man now

yourusername what i have to deal with every day...

landonorris

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landonorris Congratulations on the engagement Y/N and Charles! I want to let you know that I am utterly disgusted by the two of you please stop flirting in front of me ❤️

yourusername you greeted us but at what cost

charles_leclerc ... Thanks???

ferrarifan3 Lando greeting like a true friend we love to see it

charloslove LMAO I KNEW LANDO WOULD HAVE THE FUNNIEST GREETING

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Love you both to bits but honestly third-wheeling with you guys has got to be one of the worst experiences ever. "It'll be fun, Carlos," but then they'd leave me in the middle of the road - this happened in Madrid by the way and I will never live it down. Happy engagement, Charles and Y/N 😁

charles_leclerc Carlos we did not leave you we just bought food

carlossainz55 You were gone for 30 minutes?

charles_leclerc The taco line was long you said you wanted tacos!

myferrarimen this banter is what i live for honestly

yourusername why were u in the middle of the road anyway

carlossainz55 I dont remember 🤷‍♂️

charles16 how carlos doesnt get lost on a daily basis is a mystery to me

pierregasly Lmaooo they left you

yukibabie "I will never live it down" king of grudges

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notes: thought this was a rlly cute idea and my classes start on monday so its a bummer :// my masterlist is up and running so u can navigate thru my works on my pinned post! lmk what u guys think <33

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milkpup · 3 months

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｡⋆ʚ♡ like father, like son

›› chapter 5 ›› nsfw 18+ ongoing multi-chapter fic!

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, AGED UP CHARACTERS, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: hi, sorry this took so long to update! i've had a lot going on lately, but i finally felt good enough to finish this chap! i tried to go for soft megumi but then eventually i couldn't help myself. sowwy x_x (im not sorry :3!) don't try so hard to imagine the positions, just go with it PLSSSS T_T LOL. for tumblr: i'm gonna start adding a section for tags. if y'all wanna be tagged in future updates on this fic or any of my stuff lmk!

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Chapter 5: Pink Carnations

“It’s already almost 5 in the afternoon… and there’s a storm forecasted? Why are they not home yet?” Megumi questioned as he anxiously paced back and forth in the living room. He was worried, not really about the guy who he’s supposed to call ‘father’, but about you. He would never admit it, but he counts the hours, minutes, seconds, moments even when you’re not together. He misses you but feels like he’s not allowed to miss your presence.

Yet… he does. He always does. And that’s why when he sees you come bursting through the front door, clothes soaked but laughing, he’s confused. He knows you hate getting your clothes wet, much less completely soaked through. So why are you in such a good mood? He doesn’t mind, and loves hearing your sweet laugh, but he’s confused, nonetheless. That is, until he sees Toji’s massive frame follow right behind you.

Megumi’s cheeks flare with jealousy, his face flush a crimson red. He stares right at you, loudly asking where you’ve been. He isn’t trying to be mean, but he is mad. “What took you so long in a storm like this? You know it’s dangerous to drive with streets flooded so badly like this.” He finishes, looking straight at Toji, staring daggers into him for even thinking of putting you in a dangerous situation.

“I’m a good driver. You don’t need to worry. And we took a while because we were busy.” Toji smirks slightly at the end of his sentence, moving across the foyer and setting his keys on the table.

You don’t want to feel the uncomfortable sensation of soaked clothes for any longer, so you silently slip out of the room and make your way towards the bathroom.

Toji being Toji, he’s watching every part of you until your silhouette disappears into the dimly lit hallway. He’s watching you like a predator stalks his prey. Megumi’s brows furrow as he feels anger and jealousy boiling beneath his skin. He starts walking up to his father, confronting him, “Why are you looking at her like that, and why are you spending so much time with her in general, you old bastard?” Megumi is practically in Toji’s face, eyes fierce and cheeks flared with anger.

Toji only smirks as he’s leaned against the wall, looking down at Megumi. “I mean, why wouldn’t I? She’s fucking hot, and so obedient. I would be a fool to not want her for myself.” His response almost sends Megumi into a blind rage. Megumi understands Toji most likely takes what he wants from you, sometimes aggressively, and he wants to protect you from that.

“You’re disgusting.” Megumi retorts, words laced with venom. “You make me sick.”

“You can’t deny it though. I’m right. And you know I’m right.” Toji responds before pushing off the wall and away from Megumi towards his own bathroom. Megumi rolls his eyes as Toji walks away, but somewhere deep down inside him- that he’s blind to and wouldn’t even admit to- agrees with Toji. And that’s what pisses him off the most. He feels as if he’s been thrown into a competition to “win” you, one that he is already losing at. Megumi is disgusted with himself at the idea of you being described in terms of a prize, but he also can’t resolve the fact that he wants you. It’s wrong and unfair how someone like Toji could get to you first; Toji doesn’t know you like I do. He doesn’t value you like I do. And thus, Megumi resolves to make you happy in a way no one else can.

A few days pass, and nothing really happens between anyone except sneaking glances and private thoughts.

Eventually, Megumi can’t take it anymore. He chooses a night where Toji is out working overnight “hustling’ or whatever the fuck he called it. He ordered your favorite food and went to pick it up, hoping you’d spend some time with him. Even a little bit. On the way home, he picked up a small bouquet of pink carnations- flowers that mean missing someone.

You get back home from your afternoon class shortly before Megumi pulls up in the driveway. You are just barely sitting on the couch before Megumi opens the door and enters, the sight of flowers and bags of food warming your heart. He makes his way towards the table, setting down the food, flowers still in hand, as you hastily get up and hug him.

“It smells amazing, Megs.” You say, holding him tightly. He thinks you’re talking about the food, but you’re most certainly talking about the intoxicating scent of him and his cologne. He smelled like what rainwater personified would smell like, comforting and refreshing.

“It’s gonna get cold, ___. And these are for you.” He finishes as he sheepishly hands you the flowers. You sit at the table, placing the flowers aside as Megumi looks for plates and silverware for you both.

“Thank you, Gumi.” You gently say as you’re taking containers out of bags and unpacking them. “It smells so good!! I can’t believe you remembered what kind of pasta I like.”

Megumi returns to the table, placing silverware and plates down. “You’re welcome. Of course I’d remember. How could I forget?” He’s sure he could see a faint blush creep on your cheeks, but you’re ultimately distracted by your craving for noodles. He chuckles at how you’re practically inhaling the food.

You both talk for a while about how classes have been, what stuff you’ve been watching, just mundane stuff that still shows how deeply interested he is. You know he remembers every detail, no matter how boring it may seem. He never forgets.

After finishing the wonderful food and cleaning up together, you’re both relaxing on the couch looking for something to watch together. Usually, you gravitate toward thriller or horror movies, but Megumi picks out some almost cringey – but still cute – romance anime about two people who meet at a convention for a game and fall for each other. It’s not your first choice, but it’s still cute.

Your legs are resting on Megumi’s lap, not moving as you both watch. Megumi is slow, almost cautious when he places a hand on your leg, just rubbing you. He wants to make sure any touch in general is fine as he takes his time, slowly moving up your legs and eventually reaching your thighs. You’re acutely aware of his agonizingly slow touch, but the wait almost makes it better. He’s not even watching whatever he put on, and you’re too caught in the sensations of his soft hands rubbing your inner thighs to even begin to pay attention to the show.

Megumi’s hands continue its ascent up your inner thighs, going painfully slow. He’s looking for any and all reactions he can get out of you, and the way your breath hitches as he gets closer – it drives him insane. The way you try to hide your blush across your cheeks with your arms, trying to look at anything else to save you some embarrassment…. He loves it.

His hand moves to the waistband of your shorts, tugging at them to show he wants to take them off. He hooks his fingers around the waistband and gently pulls them completely off before tossing them to the floor. Megumi’s eyes instantly lock on to your panties. “Fuck, ___... do you always get that wet?” He’s teasing you but also shocked, the underwear was soaked from just a little teasing. You must have really wanted him.

His fingers play with you, rubbing the outside of your underwear as he draws sweet moans from your mouth. He absolutely loves the taking his time, hearing every soft moan you squeak out every time he moves his finger. He pulls your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off as his long, slender finger slips past your folds. Just as quickly as it appeared, he pulled his finger back to his mouth, tasting a bit of your slick. “You taste so good, baby. Oh my god.” He purrs as he brings another finger back to your cunt, this time pushing into you.

“Fuck, Gumi…”

He fucks you with a single finger as he expertly rearranges you on the couch, one leg hanging off with him in between. He slips another finger inside your tight hole as he brings his mouth to your cunt, flicking his tongue around your clit. The whimpers and pants you make only serve to make Megumi feel like a man starved. Eventually he slips his fingers out, much to your annoyance, and replaces it with his tongue. He’s eating you like a man having his last meal. He wastes no time in tasting every part he can reaching, fucking your cunt with his tongue. His hand creeps back up to your clit, thumb gently circling it as he continues eating you out.

He comes back up for air and inserts his fingers again, fucking you in a rhythm matching his thumb on your clit. You can feel yourself approaching that edge, the knot in your stomach tightening as Megumi stretches your cunt with just his fingers. He adds another finger, stuffing you full of his fingers as his thumb continues its assault on your clit. “You’re such a good girl for me, huh? Did you miss me, baby?”

Your eyes widen as he praises you, feeling yourself reach your limit and cum over his fingers. You make quite the mess over his arms and the couch. “I guess that’s a yes, isn’t it princess?”

He pulls his fingers out of you and reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down. There’s a noticeable small wet spot on his boxers, he was definitely hard and leaking at just teasing you. As much as he loves your mouth, he absolutely wants your already fucked out hole.

He picks you up and turns you over so you’re on your knees, hands on the back of the couch. Megumi aligns himself behind you, gently pushing his throbbing cock into your soaked hole. Your panties are still pushed to the side, creating a lewd sight Megumi hadn’t even anticipated as he watched your cunt swallow his cock.

Your upper body was pushed against the side of the couch, with your knees spread apart and ass in the air. Megumi bottomed out his cock inside your tight hole, pushing against you fully. “You’re such a good girl. Holy fuck.” Megumi wasted no time in picking up speed, developing a comfortable pace. You moan in tandem with his thrusts, turning him on even more. He wants to be gentle with you, but you were taking his dick like a bitch in heat, and he couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

He spanks your ass as he slams his thick cock into you, and you tighten around him in response. He doesn’t realize it now, but soon will understand how masochistic you really are. He slaps your ass, creating red marks all over it to mark his presence. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You like being fucked like a whore?” He asks as he thrusts into you, hitting your g-spot. “Answer me, princess. Are you a disgusting whore?”

He gives you almost no time to respond as his hand snakes up your back, reaching your head and grabbing fistfuls of hair to pull you back with. “Yes sir, I am” You barely manage to squeak out as you feel yourself being fucked silly, close to cumming again.

“You’re what? Answer me clearly, darling.” He coos as he tugs at your hair, pulling you back against him.

“I’m a dirty whore-ah” You yelp out as he pulls on your hair. You can feel the warmth of his body on your back, as you feel another hand make its way around your neck.

“Good girl.” Megumi purrs out. He is picking up the pace now, as his grip around your neck gently tightens. He’s thrusting into you with ferocity he didn’t know existed, abusing your tight cunt.

You feel yourself getting dizzy while Megumi keeps drilling into your cunt. He releases his grip on your throat, allowing you to gasp for air as he pushes you down against the couch. His hands grip you at your waist, giving him a better holding on you to fuck you harder. He groans as he feels himself getting close.

His cock slams into your g-spot again, as he nears his edge. “I’m close, baby. Be a good girl and come with me, yeah?” You can feel his cock starting to twitch inside your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your sensitive spot, feeling that knot snap in your belly as you tighten around his cock. The moment you cum, it sends Megumi over the edge, and you feel his warm cum filling your womb. He slips his cock out as he pulls your panties back over your cunt. “Keep this on for a while, sweetheart.” He says as you start to roll over. He leans down and kisses your forehead, while caressing your cheek.

“That was amazing, ____. You were amazing.” He praises as he sits on the couch, pulling you into an embrace as you sit on his lap. Your head rests in the crook of his neck and you can smell that familiar, fresh scent. It smells like home.

“Thank you, Gumi.”

‹𝟹 notes: i don't think there are going to be many more chaps for this fic soon. maybe 2 more at most idk. i dont rly know what i wanna do going forward, so i gotta keep it cookin in my brain for a lil more i guess lol. if y'all have suggestions i am ALWAYYYYYYS open for them! getting comments on my fic literally gives me so much serotonin u dont even understand lol

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kaelily · 1 year

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i've been seeing a lot of people do this trend so i wanted to make a tag game out of it !! anyone who isn't tagged can feel free to join too <33

tags along with the original template is utc:

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these don't have to be accurate btw, especially the birthdays. you can put the characters you're closest to !! emotes are from @/genshinresource and also this template doesn't belong to me.

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homewrecker

submission for: @cirigiri's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — the friend’s husband) AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june. also, this is part 1, part 2 is coming out on the 21st, and part 3 during kinktober <3

features: friend's husband!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) | song: homewrecker - marina | wc: 4185 | part 2 | part 3

summary: while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn't the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa's wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, and things start to take a spicy turn. | visual inspiration: this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD) and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl (yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j /lh)

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume @sweetsbysatori (your inputs are so so valuable ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (this wouldn't have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena's called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) 'cause iwaizumi's speaking in a slurred voice, please lmk if i miss out on any tags

a/n: this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it's writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it's only for the sake of the plot y'all. but i honestly loved writing this, i'd been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don't ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, minors please dni, i will block you.

9th May 2021. 7:00pm, San Juan, Argentina

The waves from the cerulean sea kissed your toes as you were sitting near the shoreline in Del Bono with your elbows on the clear sand. The incandescent moon shone light on your shimmery silver dress and sand-covered feet which had become sore after running away from the izakaya after one of your colleagues shared the news where you learned that your husband, the setter of Club Atletico San Juan, Tooru Oikawa, was rumored to have cheated on you with your best friend since university, Serena Mendoza. You heaved a long drawn sigh as you felt something punching your gut as you then sat up with your hands hugging your stomach, writhing in agony, and tears welling in your eyes. Your heart broke for your daughter, as you wondered whether she heard the news about her father, and wondered whether her classmates would eventually make fun of her. She was at no fault of this at all, but was unnecessarily caught in this crossfire.

Wiping the tears from your waterline, for a moment you think about Serena, one of the richest, most popular and good looking girls at the University of California at Irvine, who became your best friend over your course of study at the university. She was regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in your university. Everyone wanted to be her, some wanted to be with her, and you, (Y/N) (L/N), having moved to the States from Japan, had considered yourself very lucky to befriend her.

The day after you two graduated from uni, you two were lying on one of the sands of the California beaches. You let the sand below you cling to you as you wore a swimsuit with every inch of the fabric hugging your skin especially after you’d gone for a swim, while Serena wore her black V-neck one-piece swimsuit, her body and her long, wavy blonde locks basked in the glory of the sunshine, waiting for you to get back. As you two were lying down, soaking in the sun, Serena said, “You know something? Someday, it would be nice for us to get married to a pair of best friends, wouldn’t it?” As the water kisses your feet, you turn to Serena and add, “Famous best friends, maybe? And if we end up getting a high profile job too, someday we wouldn’t have to worry about our life, y’know? ‘Cause we’d be living a life of luxury,” chuckling amongst yourselves.

Boy, how you were wrong.

10th May 2021. 7:00am, Tokyo, Japan

“We now begin this special program with breaking news as we see clips showing the well known setter for the San Juan Volleyball Team, Tooru Oikawa, walking out of his hotel with someone other than his wife. Sources say…”

As Iwaizumi was told by Atsumu Miya, one of his athletes that he was training for the Olympics, to watch the news online through his iPad, the world came to a standstill for him. He was beyond disbelief, seeing his wife and the mother of their son, as the mystery woman who was scuttling inside the hotel with Oikawa’s arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips. He could make out that it was Serena through her blonde tresses, and the emerald earrings that he gave her for their anniversary.

“Haji,” he heard her calling for him once more, interrupting his train of thought, but the voice that once brought him joy now wrung his heart, causing him to be in profound agony. He turned in the direction of the gradually unfamiliar voice as he noticed Serena walking out of their bedroom in her work attire. She’d seen a little frantic, when she asked him, “Haji, where’s our son?” Furrowing his eyebrows at her, the athletic trainer responded, “That’s not something you needed to know,” then shrugged his shoulders to continue, “given that you don’t care for him anyway, but I’d already contacted my parents to take him in.” Serena widened her eyes in shock, raising her voice, “How dare you! He’s our son! How dare you make such decisions without consulting me?”

Approaching her, Hajime confronted his wife, and replied, “Serena, you lost that right. Not when you chose to go to Buenos Aires for the trip. You lost the right to call me your husband and Kaito as our son, when you decided to fuck my best friend,” raising his voice at the end and pointing a finger towards her. Serena’s mouth gaped wide open as he told her, “Atsumu showed me the news. That bastard woke me up at 7am! I’m glad that he did though, because you cheated on me, and betrayed your best friend, by sleeping with my asshole of a best friend! Oh my god, do you have any idea what she must be going through?” In the midst of the long argument, initially she kept denying it, saying, “No, Haji, that’s so not true. I just met him and caught up with him. That’s all,” and she kept trying to change the topic, but fate wasn’t on her side as she got a ping on the phone from Oikawa. He snatched the phone from her and then saw a notification from the beguiling devil himself. As he opened the phone, the text gave him enough reasonable doubt to confirm his suspicions:

“Serena-chan, what are we gonna do? (Y/N)-chan hasn't seen the news yet, has Iwa-chan? How are we going to explain this without getting caught?”

His olive-green irises started seeing red, but instead of deciding to lash out at Serena, which even she expected, an idea sparked into his head. He took a deep breath and he then proceeded to dial your number. As you lifted the phone, he was met with your ragged breaths and sniffles, as you replied with a lump in your throat, “Hello, Iwaizumi?” For a moment, when he heard you, he felt your heart break along with his, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of you.

He’d known you and Serena since the time you three studied together in Irvine. You and Iwaizumi did not have much in common, but you two were willing to be a part of each other’s interests. You two would watch Godzilla together while you would take him along with Serena out on a drive. Whether it was playing volleyball, playing in the arcade, or sipping on some horchata while gorging on some tacos, you loved to hang outdoors. You two slowly started to become thick as thieves, and you started to have feelings for him.

However, when he confessed one day that he had feelings for Serena, it caused your heart to break inside and you were a little jealous of her, but you had kept all the negativity aside, resigning yourself to thinking that he would never be interested in you to begin with. So, when Oikawa dropped by to visit Iwaizumi, the former ace introduced you to his childhood best friend who started shadowing his idol, the former setter-turned-coach Jose Blanco, when he joined the Club Atletico San Juan, one of the most popular teams in the Argentinian Volleyball Federation.

Tooru had once come across as smug initially, but he eventually captured your heart over you two having a lot more in common with each other, and you had similar experiences growing up. You two eventually fell in love with each other, and you and Tooru and Serena and Hajime got married on the same day. While Hajime and Serena worked in the States, the former gaining American citizenship, you had worked with Serena for a while, until you and Oikawa moved to Argentina, with him gaining Argentinian citizenship.

“Hi, it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked you, in a softer tone, causing Serena to open her mouth in shock. Taking a long drawn breath, you responded with a quivering voice, “It has, but it’s sad we’re talking under these circumstances.” He nodded, inquiring while Serena widened her eyes, “When did you find out?” Drooping your shoulders, you continued, “I was at an izakaya with my co-workers after we had a successful presentation. Before coming here, it felt really awkward. Many of my co-workers were giving me weird looks throughout the day, until some of them decided to treat me to a drink in the evening. You know that she and I decided to be colleagues in the American Volleyball Association where Kuroo-san referred us before I transferred to Argentina, right? So, I contacted my boss after knowing the news and he granted me permission to work from home. I’ve never done this, Iwa! I take pride in going to work everyday, and I just…”

You couldn’t speak anymore because you’d started sobbing, smearing your makeup. Iwa repeatedly called your name to calm you down, while flashing his hand at Serena to stop her from walking towards him. Having gained your attention, you replied, “I don’t know what to do, I’m going to be booking a cab home as of now.” He then interrupted you by saying, “Before you do that, I think you need to call Oikawa. This needs to be talked about.” Your eyes widened as fear and anger gripped you, snarking, “wait, is that bitch here?” He hummed in response, causing you to respond, “you know what? Let’s do that. Also, please put the phone on speaker.”

While Serena does not move an inch, Hajime put the phone in front of him and turned on the speaker, while side-eyeing at her. After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice was heard out loud. “Ola, mi amõr. What's up? Practice is wrapping up, so I’m on my way home. What do you want for dinner?” The whole room could sense that he was acting like nothing happened. Then you continued, “Tooru, I saw the news. I know that you’re having an affair with Serena.” An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room, before Oikawa breaks it, replying in an act of defiance, “Baby, it's not what it looks like,” when Hajime chimed in, exclaiming with seething rage, “So what is it then, Shittykawa, ‘cause it looks like you're all over my wife!”

Serena then cried out, “Tooru, I did not tell him anything,” with you interrupting her, saying, “Shut up, bitch, no one wants to listen to you!” Tooru was shocked, and he softly replied, “Mi amor, can we talk about this by ourselves, at home? I’m so sorry–” Shaking your head, you retorted, “Nah. You’re only sorry that you got caught. So, either we can’t talk about it at all, or we can talk about it now since you decided to embarrass not just yourself, but all four of us on an international stage. Do you know how many weird looks I got today? Huh? I'd have to call my boss for some days off or to work from home, because paparazzi would probably be fucking hounding my office, putting my job at risk, so I'm at the beach, and I’ll be going back home now, and I’m sure the cameras have reached there too,” you shrug and raise your voice, continuing, “packing our bags, and taking Melina with me to Tokyo, where you’re not going to follow me, do you understand, Oikawa?”

During this time, Oikawa gets a call from Jose Blanco, his coach, and Iwaizumi from Fuki Hibarida, the coach of the Japanese National Volleyball Team. Both of them were urged to put the phone via a conference call, where everyone was present. You muted your side of the call out of respect but didn't cut the call. Instead, you got up, rustled your dress, and booked a cab home. “Oikawa,” Blanco spoke first, “you’re our most important player in the team, so how is it that your dirty laundry is now aired?” Hibarida continued, “we’ve decided to arrange the conference call, because one, we know that you two have been friends growing up, so this better be fixed somehow, and two, the Olympics are on the way and we don’t want any bad press to affect our games. So, you two better fucking get it together or both of you're off your respective teams, because we're not going to risk our image by being associated with that mess.” Nodding with a single tear streaming down his cheek, Hajime responded, “We are so sorry, Hibarida-san and Blanco-san for all the chaos that’s been happening. I’ll be organizing a press conference tomorrow and come clean. I hope Oikawa does the same, because a lot is at stake here, including our friendship, which has already gone to the dogs. Have a good day, both of you.”

When both of them hung up, you unmuted yourself and continued speaking, “I’m home now. I’m telling our daughter that we’re taking an impromptu trip to her grandparents’ place, in Miyagi. Hajime, since our parents live nearby, why don’t you bring your son there?” With a soft smile on his face, he replied, “Already did that, (y/n). It will be nice for our kids to bond. Where will you be staying?”

“I’ll be staying over at a friend’s place,” you continued, “We’ll be in touch, Haji. But before I hang up, I want to ask the both of you something. Tooru, what did she give you that I couldn't? Serena, what did he give you that Hajime couldn’t provide? What could have been so lacking in our respective marriages, that you, Tooru sought it out in not just any woman, but the wife of your best friend for almost 2 decades? The same question goes to you too, Serena.” Both of them sheepishly replied, “I don't know,” making both you and Iwaizumi even more furious. You then hung up and tried to find a way to collect your emotions and move out to a friend’s place with your daughter before you move back to Tokyo the next day.

On the following day, Hajime and Tooru organized a press conference at their respective places, and Tooru was the first to speak, “Good evening everyone. This press conference is being held to come clean and ensure that our Olympic game is not jeopardized. The rumors are true: I did have an affair with Iwaizumi's wife. All of us have known each other since college days, and Iwaizumi and I grew up together. So, this in no way excuses my actions, or our actions. We were drunk, we acted impulsively without thinking about the impact it would have on our partners We are sorry—not only to everyone we disappointed, but especially to our partners whom we betrayed in one of the most intimate ways. Having said that, it was a one time thing that never should have happened, and all we can do is ask for forgiveness,” half-lying in the end. Then Hajime continued, “Our families request privacy as we figure out how to move forward after this scandal. So, I hope that all of you will respect our decisions in this matter. And to those who are fans of the team and of the sport of volleyball, I request that this isolated incident should not affect your love for it at all. Above all, we’ll always be fans of the sport, no matter what. The press conference ends here.”

Days have passed since you moved out of Argentina back to Tokyo, and you and Hajime had told Serena and Tooru that you two were separating from the both of them. Upon reaching Tokyo, you’d contacted your childhood friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, who was now a sports promoter at the Japan Volleyball Association, who gave you a separate house to live in for a couple of days, and was even willing to refer you for a spot in the JVA, should you wanted to come back to work. You responded, saying that you would think it over. In the meantime, Iwaizumi moved out of the house and contacted his other best friends, Issei Matsukawa and Hanamaki Takahiro. “Bro, we’re really sorry that that happened and you can stay with either one of us,” Mattsun replied over the phone, “however, Oikawa was lying about one thing. It was not a one time thing, Iwaizumi. They’d been sleeping with each other even when you all were just dating.” Hajime felt a sinking feeling within him when he learnt of the dirty little secret.

Despite all the four settling with each other in different countries, Oikawa and Serena had a secret that neither Hajime nor you were aware of. Even though Tooru and Serena loved you two a lot, enough to want to start families with the both of you, they loved each other differently. The secret glances they shared, the trips they would secretly take to meet each other, the marks they had to hide and everything else surrounding their years of tryst were oblivious to you two. They were never caught, except by some of his Argentinian friends who tried to convince him to stop the affair, until now. Mattsun had eventually learned of this the month before the press leak, when he ended up snooping through Oikawa’s phone when he’d come to Japan for some time before the Olympics. Mattsun told Makki and while the both of them confronted Oikawa and told him to inform Hajime, he said that he would, but since they knew that he wouldn’t, Makki left an anonymous tip to the press who started tracking them, hence the press leak. The day of the press leak, Oikawa lost his cool when he saw the only DM from Makki ‘cause they’d usually talk over the phone: “I hope you enjoy explaining your affair to the press, Oikawa :D”

The first few days went by very drearily, causing you to weep profusely. This affected you so much that it caused you to have sleepless nights and bouts of overeating and not eating at all. You were scared to go to work again so after a couple of days, you contacted your boss saying that you wanted to work from home until the situation died down. So, you started slowly gaining your energy back, and with employing a couple of self-care options, you were slowly feeling better yourself. This didn’t stop you from suddenly thinking about the whole situation without it constantly pricking you. You’d told Tooru that you wanted to be separated and you wanted time to think for yourself and the custody of your daughter. It was especially hard when you’d be in touch with your daughter and you were not able to say anything to her just yet. She may have your hair and your features but she had Tooru’s eyes, and it pained you to see her brown irises and be reminded of him.

With Hajime, it was different.

In any case, he kept to himself anyway. Nonetheless, people did still know him as an athletic trainer, and through a couple of viral videos of him working out, he was also referred to as a “DILF.” He never missed looking in the mirror since he started working out consciously and living a healthy lifestyle, and he was proud to see his muscle mass growing in the right places. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he would flex his biceps and admire the physique he was trying to build for himself.

He was not ashamed of the way he looked. It may have bothered him that he was shorter than Tooru, but he was happy with how he lived. He was aware that Tooru was more popular with girls than he was. However, whenever Serena complimented him and told him that he still looked attractive and that she was lucky to be with him, he became much more at ease. But with her having cheated on him, he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, realizing that she may have been lying. He suffered a significant blow to his self-confidence, not only as a partner but also as a parent and a person. The moments he felt like not working out, he would skip it, but would be chided by Mattsun, Makki, and you.

Everyday you’d check in with Hajime to figure things out as to how you two would be able to cope with everything. You were able to convince one of your old friends who work in the grocery store to deliver the groceries to Hajime so he could avoid the paparazzi, and since Kuroo gets his groceries delivered anyway, you don't have to go out either. This wasn’t just to calm everything down, it's also to salvage your images because you didn’t want people to pity you as the left-behind partners. You two were much more than that. Because life had been kicking the both of you hard, while you two were occasional drinkers, your quantities eventually started increasing. You two somehow found a way to sneak to each other’s houses without garnering unwanted attention. Even if it was for a brief moment, you two indulged in a temporary escape with each other, ignoring the reality that was haunting the both of you.

One day, at his house, when you two were watching a comedy movie while hogging on some popcorn together, while laughing, your hand subconsciously landed on his thigh and then your eyes turned to each other. Your heart started to beat faster as your eyes landed on his. Ragged breaths were echoed throughout the room, as he closed the laptop. As he was cupping your cheeks and drew your face closer, he asked you slowly, gentlemanly, “(y/n), can I please-” and as you were about to give in to the temptation, your phone buzzed causing you to jolt from your carnal trance as your daughter called you. Sensing that you needed time to think about all that just happened, you told him that you were leaving and that you’d meet him later.

As you finish speaking with your daughter, while driving back home, your mind then lingers back to the first time when you first saw him at the university's recreation center, his dark brown, spiky hair caught your attention and then his green eyes which truly captured your attention. In discussing the intramural tournaments with him as you were interested in signing up, you found his toned figure attractive. You were standing at the registration desk when Serena grabbed your arm and whispered into your ear, “oooh, did you notice the dickprint on his shorts? Because that looks so satisfying,” and you did notice a slight bulge in his shorts as you glanced over at him.

He seemed to get the memo when your gaze meets his, as he winked at you, making your cheeks flush as you parted ways. Ever since then, over the years, whenever you touched yourself, as your fingers ran over your clit, everyday, even when you were married to Tooru, you still kept thinking of Hajime as you imagined him calling you, “baby,” as he thrusted himself inside you. You were scared to tell Serena about how you felt for him because they told you individually, and out of respect for both of them, you kept your feelings aside and you genuinely started to like Tooru, but you couldn’t stop thinking of Hajime. How could you? You were truly in love with him.

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that it was Hajime’s birthday coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him, than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long, but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy underwear under Hajime’s oversized volleyball shirt, turned on your vibrator, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially, you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increase the speed. You were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace mumbles in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. He takes your cheeks to bring you closer and begins to kiss you.

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itzbwmbi · 2 years

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jealousy sex with scaramouche, kaeya and diluc? It's also okay as an hc :)

JEALOUSY SEX !

ﾉ featuring: dom! diluc, kaeya, scaramouche + f! sub! reader (separate).

ﾉ warnings: minors dni!! f! reader, dumbification, diluc is so angry and is mean :(, calls u whore once, mention of multiple rounds and overstimulation, exhibitionism, semi-public loud sex, ass spanking (just once), hint of virgin reader (scaramouche), manipulation, mention of manhandling, he's mean at first ;(, possessive behaviors, mention of childe😱, well they all think you're a whore so not gonna mention that again. hihi. not proofread.

ﾉ a/n: of course anon!! please enjoy 👀 i shouldn't but i find it so hot-. btw asks open for more reqs or thirsts aaand likes and rb are highly appreciated. <33 and thank you for +100 followers!!! omg what. thank you so much.

ﾉ taglist: @stygianoir. (lmk if u wanna be tagged too)

Diluc.

Perhaps you've spent too much time in the tavern. Perhaps you've abused alcohol a little and lost control of your actions for a moment. Yeah, it did happen. But nothing you'd regret! You just talked to Kaeya and enjoyed the conversation, and well, you two might have hit it off quite quick. He was so close that you could even smell the strong wine of his breath. So, so close. But then again, Kaeya had no chance of catching you off guard. As much as he tries to have you, the owner of the tavern is always on the lookout for a case like this.

“Enough.” A bang with his fist on the wooden bar capable of attracting the attention of even the most drunk, and a burning look full of rage directed right to Kaeya's soul is enough to drive the blue-haired man away from you cursing under his breath, tavern falling silent due to Diluc's sudden temperament. Despite removing Kaeya from his sigh, Diluc isn't satisfied at all, oh no. His blood boils every time he sets his sights on you — his sweet darling. What were you doing so close to someone other than him? Why didn't you walk away? Did you want to make him jealous on purpose? You had achieved it with honors, that's for sure.

No wonder that night you find yourself trapped against the wall, your legs carelessly wrapped around Diluc's hips as his cock slides in and out of you mercilessly. It's what you deserve after all, for being so mean to him. You know how it bothers him when you share the slightest word with Kaeya and you still do. You wanted this, right? Having Diluc take it out on you like this, expanding your gummy walls every time his cock fills you up without warning? When he's so fucking rude with you? That fact infuriates Diluc even more.

He knows very well what's gonna happen and what he's gonna do all night long. This man won't stop pounding into you until you've cummed on his dick so many times that you can't take it anymore, when all your weight is on Diluc and your track of thought begins to twist and sluggish, until all that wanders through your mind is a continuous mantra — "diluc, diluc, diluc." You've already forgotten about him before. Now he's gonna burn his name on your brain until your swollen pretty pussy can't take it anymore, until you are fucked dumb and creaming all over his cock.

“You wanted this, didn't you, whore? C'mon, say my name one more time. Say it until I command you to stop.”

Kaeya.

You thought it'd be fun to spend a day with other Knights of Favonius rather than with Kaeya. Chatting with them, helping them with their daily tasks, even sharing time with them on their breaks. In your eyes everything was fine, but Kaeya's point of view was twisted and as ill-considered as possible. What were you trying, hm? Seduce them? Whether or not his conjecture was accurate to reality, you don't know what awaits you later that night.

That's what Kaeya's mind was wondering all day long. The way he'd punish you for such an unfair act towards him. That innocent smile and those fuck-me eyes that you gave Huffman would make you pay dearly, although Kaeya was almost 100% sure that you did it on purpose to provoke him. Oh what a silly dirty darling of his, not knowing who she's messing with. That behavior should be patched up immediately.

And that's how you ended up in Kaeya's room, tits pressed against his bedroom window on full display for whoever was passing through the dark streets of Mondstadt, hands pressed firmly against your curved back, leaving your soaked pussy at his free disposal. Wet sounds and pants fill the room, not caring in the least if anyone was listening as Kaeya fucked himself into you.

A loud spank on your ass made you squeak, a sly grin shading Kaeya's features at the delightful sounds you were making. “K-Kaeya..! Ahh.. They gonna hear us...!” Kaeya's cock twitched inside your walls at the thought. The man lets out a graceful laugh, as if he wasn't shamelessly pounding into you from behind, pussy fluttering around Kaeya's girth after hearing his poison-drenched words. You were enjoying it after all.

“Oh, is that so? Well, too bad. It would be a shame if Huffman knew what a whore you are for my cock, wouldn't it?”

Scaramouche.

Ever since you became Childe's subordinate, the control that Scaramouche had over you has been completely annihilated and shattered in front of his face. Now you can only respond to Childe's commands, which means deliberately disobeying what Scaramouche tells you to do. You don't like it, but it is what it is. Or maybe... you do like it? As Scaramouche recalls, you weren't as obedient to him as you are now to Childe. What's hiding between you two?

Scaramouche doesn't know, and something getting out of his knowledge makes him mad and more irritable than ever. That pretty dumb girl he always had at his feet, what has become now? He's gonna win you back no matter what, even if he has to make you understand the hard way.

Your hands on Scaramouche's shoulders balance you to some extent, and the fatui doesn't even make a move to help you. He's waiting with his legs slightly apart for you to lower your hips at once and ride him like the obedient slut you are meant to be for him, but you flatly refuse. Your fluids were slipping down your inner thighs, pussy begging to be filled now, but you didn't have the courage to do it. “I can't! n-no.. it won't fit!”

Scaramouche slightly moves his hips upwards, his pink tip rubbing your throbbing entrance, waiting with great interest your reaction. “What the hell are you talking about, y/n? It fits perfectly. Look.” And without warning, his hands land on your hips, slamming you down onto his cock in one go, a scream erupts from your throat, and Scaramouche sighs with relief “fuck yeah..” Your poor cunt struggles adapting to his cock, but he knows it's just a matter of time. Tears fall from your eyes and you rest your head on his shoulder, whimpering against the crook of his neck how cruel he is sometimes. “Dry those tears. This will help Childe know who you truly belong to. Isn't it what you want too?” He cooed condescendingly and you hummed in response.

The grip of his hands moved your hips slowly, up and down his length, back and forth and in circular motions, focused on pleasuring himself. On fucking the jealousy out of him. “Fuck, y/n. You feel s'good.. and you're mine now… only mine, you understand?” You nodded silently, holding back the moans that are about to come out of your agape mouth, lips red and swollen from biting them too much. It felt so good now, so good… he was being very considerate of your feelings, trying not to hurt you and moving you delicately on his hard cock. Little did you know that he's only trying to gain your trust in order to make you obey him again like you used to. He's just taking back what he once owned. His naïve darling's so manipulable, oh how he'd love to fuck you and manhandle you like a rag doll. But that had to wait.

“See, baby? I do it better than him, I AM better than him. Nobody will make you feel better than me. Keep that in that cute little head of yours.”

#bwmbi.smut #bwmbi.reqs #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #diluc x reader #diluc smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut

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oneirataxia-girl · 6 months

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unofficial official posters ⇝ aim for the sun (an opla fanfiction)

ft. Marionette Mari

As he was pushed into the room, a flash of blue fabric made Zoro's eyes flick to his right. With his sight met with a girl in a long blue dress, he coolly wondered if she was as much of a clown as the other sad members of Buggy's crew -- "The hell's these people doing in my room?" The woman tying him up scowled, "Captain's orders. You have a problem with it, Puppet?"

the enabler's call: @arrthurpendragon @hiya-itsamber @carmens-garden @daughter-of-melpomene @bibaybe @fyeahonepieceocs -- want to be added? shoot me an ask!!

also tagging @auxiliarydetective @fakedatings @starcrossedjedis @elmunson and @come-along-pond for Reasons™️, if you don't wanna be tagged just lmk <;33

#im going to cry the quality enhancer ditched mari's purple eyes #they're important ffs and i had to recolor it and now the quality is lowered #oc: marionette mari #fic: aim for the sun #one piece oc #opla oc #onepieceedit #oplaedit #one piece #one piece live action #opla #fyeahonepieceocs #fyeahocsofcolor #pococs #ochub #ocapp #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #alvita's edits

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boxwinebaddie · 3 months

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UNCLE NINA OUTFITS ATEEEE

Anonymous asked: UNCLE NINA UR SO PRETTY WAAAAH ;-;

aAAaAaAaaAAA!!!! thank you, my friends!!! i do my best with these brittle bones and my outsidely skin and sinues and things!!! i had to beat the fourty year old man alleGaytions, i am not a weird incel man, i am just a just a pathetic very kickable tv girl failure...which is worse.

the outfits are so much cooler than that too!!! like i have a purse made entirely out of capri sun packets, a crocheted strawberry hat (pls note there is an entire strawberry outfit), my favorite thing is to wear vintage slip dresses and stuff and incorporate them into my normal going out fits <33 i am literally criminally insane, but these hello kitty clog things just dropped AND THEY ARE 100 FUCKING DOLLARS WHY DO I WANT TO BUY THEM!!! UNCLE NINA UR TEACHER SALARY IS NOT GOING TO PAY FOR THOSE!!!

i look like miss frizzle if she were mentally ill & chaotically bisexual

DO WE SEE WHY BEAUTIFUL WOMEN MIGHT PICK ME UP ON THE STREET BY THE SCRUFF OF MY NECK LIKE WOW SO SHINY I LIKE UR WEIRD EYE MAKEUP AND STRANGRE OUTLANDISH CLOTHES BEFORE I START ACTIN A FOOL U GUYS????? skhdsks

like i am not scaring the hoes...The Hoes Scare Me!!!! women are so frightening like you are so fine, i do not know how to act, lmao.

I GOT AN ANON THAT COMPARED ME TO STAS LAST NIGHT AND IT WAS SOOOOOO FUCKING FUNNY THAT I STARTED CRYING! Stop! The! VIOLENCE! soo out of pocket! but also incredibly real. i'm all of stas' failed interactions with women and general dumbassery. i think there is a part where princess kylie where she is like "...and what Do you do around other women, marshwalker?" and stas is like "faff about and make a right mess of things" sahdlksahdakhsa REAL!!!!!

stas threatening to throw herself from the belltower and lie in the street whenever she fumbles a baddie is SOOOO ME!!! like when she said Alas Boys! I Am RUINED! Fetch Me The Ale I Wish To Drown My Endless Sorrows In It. *dramatic hand over eyes smh*

which okay, small tkak sidebar...i kind of want to actually write chapter one so if you want that...lmk lmaoooo. also if u have questions lmk x2. i would post it in the tag on the bwb account but people will Get Mad At Me if i start a fic and don't finish it again, also the mortifying ordeal of being known...like i could drop it under alias but...oof idk if i can take anyone else being mean to me abt my work. however...i do think the world deserves the tsot style yuri! fml

BUT YES THANK YOU!!! shipping style makes u beautiful please note! no, this really was very sweet and validating, flattery will get u absolutely everywhere with me...i have low self esteem. i try to radiate bebe stevens and kenny mcwhoremick, but i am a stan girl. OKAY, BACK TO THE WRITER GIRL MINES!!!! THANK U FRIENDS!

-uncle nina, who is secretly stas

#ME AND STAS ARE SOUL BONDED #shes so me #also i need a gf that looks like raven and acts like jersey #like not goth and sweet or preppy and mean #LIKE GOTH AND MEAN #HELP #AHAHSAa #i just know she would fix all my stupid girl issues ( so many )#BUT THIS IS SO SWEET IM LOVE YOU THANK YOU I AM INSECURE ABT MY HUMAN GIRL FACE AND MY FITS #other adult teachers do whisper abt me in the lounge which is Mean like im sorry im slay olaying and ur husband is cheating on u hag!#sorry i need to be nice #JUST KIDDING I AM NAAAUGHT #but yes stas is me lmk if u want chapter one i am...thinking #when stas said Your Frock Looks Rather Fetching Particularly The Bodice NOT THAT I WAS LOOKING UPON IT #it just fell...within my eyeline...#truly a me experience #the hoes really do scare me #if u look like u could be from a different planet like if u look like an alien or an extraterrrestrial creature like anya taylor joy #please don't talk to me i will stas throw up into a bush #and i will fumble you i am very clumsy and stupid

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furfag-cringelord · 7 months

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redoing my intro shit this is a temp placeholder <3

hi! im miles! you can also call me jay, pyral(spite), nep(eta), flutters(hy), or gir!

my pronouns are primarily it/ix/bite/pup but i am good with pretty much any neos :3 feel free to check out my pronouns.page for more fun stuff such as neopronouns and xenogenders and names and words :33

i am an osdd-1b system host but dont post system stuff that often 👍 i post a lot more about our audhd bpd and fibro but even then i prefer to use tumblr for fandom shit as opposed to sadposting lmao

uhh feel free to dm for our discord / simply plural / instagram if we're mutuals btw :3 and even if we're not you can ask for my spacehey / twitter / tiktok / ao3 / furaffinity

i won't ever be able to make a full list of my fandoms bc there's too many but currently what i rb a lot of includes invader zim, ace attorney, car seat headrest, homestuck, pokemon, 1 trait danger, welcome to night vale, the magnus archives, my chemical romance, my little pony, sonic the hedgehog, and waterparks

im working on a bit of a basic tagging system for organization which works as follows

#brain thoughts - random thoughts & original posts

#friend art!!! - friend art tag

#furfag scribbles - my art tag

#furfag answers - ask tag

#furfag ocs - my ocs

#furfag wolfposting - wolf/dogposting because i am a wolfboy

#rawr >:3c - kin/source stuff

#mutual food :3 - cooking my mutuals

#carnivorous fagposting - cannibalism and teeth and meat and flesh and all that sexy stuff

if i post anything you want tagged specifically lmk :3 i'll do the same for things that bother me

i don't wanna have a huge dni list so im just gonna block ppl that make me uncomfortable i love my beautiful wife the block button

and now the obligatory userboxes and blinkies :3

#intro post #temporary post #brain thoughts #friend art!!!#furfag scribbles #furfag answers #furfag ocs #rawr >:3c #carnivorous fagposting #mutual food :3 #furfag wolfposting

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jikjinz · 1 year

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I'VE BEEN WAITING; PROLOGUE

͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [OUR SUMMER] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

SUMMARY: a promise is a promise, though hyunsuk started doubting whether they are meant to be fulfilled.

TAGS: choi hyunsuk x fem!reader; summer love, childhood friends to lovers; fluff, not much warnings for this chapter apply

TAGLIST: @he4rts-for-minjae @favouritesblog

PLAYLIST: i've been waiting - fall out boy, lil peep, ilovemakonnen; our summer - txt; hello - treasure; that i miss you - vansire; hold me tight or don't - fall out boy; lovers - rebounder; summerland - half alive; 306 - honne

CHAPTER PLAYLIST: our summer - txt; straight face - younger hunger; july - hunny

AUTHOR'S NOTE: no i definitely did not forget to publish it yesterday, dfinitely not- anyway, here's the prologue and i hope yall like it!!! lmk how yall feel about it, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated and c ya in next chapter!! <33

SERIES MASTERLIST | GENERAL MASTERLIST | TREASURE MASTERLIST

AS THE SUMMER CAME BY, SO DID YOU TO YOUR GRANDMA’S PLACE. WHEN THE CAR STOPPED, YOU IMMEDIATELY OPENED THE DOOR AND JUMPED OUT OF YOUR SEAT. BUT INSTEAD OF RUSHING TO YOUR GRANDMA’S HOUSE, YOUR HEART LED YOU TO THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR.

pressing the doorbell, you heard loud stomps, as if someone was jumping off the stairs. with the speed of fast, the door opened, and hyunsuk appeared.

“you’re finally here!” his smile, the precious and excited one, made you smile as well. reaching out for your arm, he grabbed it clumsily and took you inside his house. “i have to show you something!”

every year you would visit your grandma, who was a gentle, loving, and overall sweet person. And so, it was no surprise she made friends with every neighbour so easily. fortunately or not, your grandma also befriended the choi family living next door.

the leaves in her garden were awfully stubborn; they didn’t want to leave the property, and since your grandma had spine problems, she couldn’t work it out. that’s when mrs. choi noticed the piles of leaves growing and growing. sending the ten-year-old hyunsuk to the house right by theirs, he was greeted by you.

both of you started talking and playing with the leaves instead of cleaning them up. almost immediately you two liked each other, just like your families. your grandma, being grateful, sent you with her iconic sweets to choi’s. and so, you and hyunsuk became little messengers of your families.

the bond you had was strong. as you two found each other quite interesting, the topics for conversations just never seemed to end. although you two were spending only the summer breaks together, the letters you sent back and forth during the rest of the year were the little things you two treasured. in the latest letter before the summer break, hyunsuk wrote he had to show you something cool. and that’s what he did.

“isn’t it amazing?!” he shouted excitingly, showing you the newest album of his favorite group. you smiled in response, nodding and looking at all the extras attached to the package.

“can we listen to it?” your voice practically sparkled with enthusiasm. hyunsuk nodded, carefully taking the cd out of the package and rushing to his cd player. as he placed the disc in it and pressed play, he sat down on the floor beside you. listening carefully, you two started moving to the rhythm of the songs. laughing, talking, listening, and dancing. that’s how you spent this beautiful summer.

as the summer quickly came by, even faster it ended. and so, you had to leave again. packing the last things to the car, you heard your name from behind.

“promise me you’ll be back next year!” hyunsuk demanded, showing you his pinky finger. though it might’ve been silly, he was dead serious. but you smiled, intertwined your pinky with his, and promised to be back next year.

apparently, promises are meant to be broken.

@ jikjinz & @ sha-la-la, do not repost or translate without permission!

#fic: ive been waiting #fics: hyunsuk #fics: treasure #hyunsuk x reader #hyunsuk treasure #hyunsuk #treasure hyunsuk #choi hyunsuk

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theproblemcallednight · 7 months

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Welcome to my chaos corner!!

I'm night!!! I'm a minor and use any and all pronouns!!! (excluding it/its)

I do art here, but i also reblog and post random shit bc im too lazy to make another blog lmao.

DNI rules apply here, no discrimination and such. also new accs put ur pronouns in ur bio or reblog a random post so ik ur not a bot :))

rest is under the cut :D

Currently rlly into bsd, but here are some other things im into!

bungo stray dogs

link click

genshin impact

avatar the last airbender

mha

hxh

naruto

one piece (kinda?)

jjk

hazbin hotel

hamilton

spy x family

alien stage

(bold is current hyperfixations)

also im reading crime and punishment and its been taking over my brain :)

i do take drawing requests, but i might take a bit to respond bc school :( also if the req is in a fandom i’m not familiar w i’ll take longer bc i research. the reqs r still very welcome tho :)))

Tagging system:

Art: #night does art

Ep reviews: #dahostcallednight

Ramble: #nighttime notes

Asks: #da hw answers

Crime and Punishment notes: #night and punishment

Vent: #night's tea kettle

u guys can ignore my vent posts tbh, i usually post those out of frustration.

if u happen to be my moot, know that i will hog ur notifs and like every post out of love <33

Also moots u can ask for my discord if u want :) Edit: your girl just created an insta so uh this is my @: theproblemcallednight

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meant to be — chapter 1: are you mine?

features: kate sharma!atsumu miya x anthony bridgerton!f!reader (also featuring edwina sharma!osamu miya)

trope: enemies to lovers, forbidden love, possible love triangle | type of writing: oneshot | final dish for: @romiyaro (a very belated birthday present for you) <3 | setting: royal au, bridgerton!au

warnings: implications of arranged marriage, fem! reader, reader wears corset, possible anxiety attack in the beginning of the fic, implications of political relations, mentions of infidelity, mentions of gambling, gossip. please lmk if i miss any tags <3

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Blank. Your mind had gone blank, as you couldn't hear the voices of your surroundings. All you could hear was your heart beating and your heavy breathing. Maybe you hear the occasional screams and sneers in your head. Your heart was thumping to the point where it felt like it was going to pop out of your rib cage. You were having trouble breathing, and you felt something snap on your back as you quietly yelled, “Ow!” as you forcefully came out of your panic reverie.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Your sister-in-law, Lady Kiyoko, the Countess of Karasuno, inquired calmly, sensing that you were sweating and your hands were getting clammy. All of you were at The SatTen Thread, with the Modiste, Satori Tendou, trying to fit you into the corset he’d prepared just for you, and had just yanked the laces of the corset. The corset was stitched well enough to tighten you in the right places, elevating your bust. The fact that this was causing you slight discomfort caused your eyebrows to be pulled down, your nose to be wrinkled, the lips to be loose, with the upper one being pulled up, and the eyes narrowing. “Is the corset too tight, ma cherie?” Satori inquired as you shook your head in denial, breathing heavily. “It’s not about that, monsieur, it’s just,” you continue, sighing, “I just don’t see the point of this really.” You were not exactly lying.

It was not about the corset at all, but the ordeal that was bothering you. You really did not see the point of dressing up, promenading with different suitors, being an active part of the season to impress the eyes of the ton, especially when you’re at the age of six and twenty. However, what was more daunting for you (and you did not want to show that on your face,) was the idea of meeting a potential suitor at this season’s inaugural event, the Inarizaki Beautillion Ball.

It is said that for the past two years, the King, Keishin Ukai, wanted to shake up the season by inviting the gentlemen from the ton and declaring a beautillion ball to see who would be the season’s “Blue Sapphire,” the highest prestige bestowed upon the concerned nobleman by the King, and the most eligible bachelor for this season, in addition to having the season’s “Diamond,” the same applying to women.

One day, the King was walking along the corridors with Lord Ojiro, the Prince of Inarizaki, who was organizing the said Beautillion Ball, when he remarked, “I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected, to turn the season on its head. That is what we need. There is no room for indifference. Apathy is a blight the monarchy simply cannot endure, especially when it comes to choosing this year’s ‘Blue Sapphire’. ”

Ojiro nodded and replied, “True, Your Majesty, but a young gentleman cannot be a Blue Sapphire unless you anoint him as such. When you started the tradition of choosing the ‘Blue Sapphire’ along with the ‘Diamond,’ the ton obviously did not take it too kindly. But in the last two seasons, they’ve noticed that while we do look into the most eligible suitor, our “Diamond,” from the noblewomen, we’re establishing equal opportunity and doing so for the men as well, keeping a more watchful eye over them. So if for any reason you do not find one among the candidates today—”

King Keishin rolled his eyes and continued, “—then Lord Whistledown would surely cause a stir in his pieces of paper. We have heard nary a peep from him since last season ended. In retrospect, the writer may have realized that taking on his king was a bad idea, and he made the decision never to publish again. Or,” the King continued as he shrugged, “He simply went to the country, as the rest of us did in the off-season, bored by the lack of any real gossip. Do you know what that would make him?” Both of them scowl when they realize it, and remark at the same time, “One of us.”

This year, the Beautillion Ball was being organized by Prince Ojiro, who had earned a good reputation amongst the ladies after he came back from Tokyo after a couple of successful business ventures. He was a man of good repute, and his connections could propel opportunities for the Kingdom to advance into the waves of modern society.

You realized that you had to use this opportunity to look your prettiest, should you find a suitor there. However, no one knew that you had a secret side of you that only lurked in the early mornings, within the pages of books, and when you played pall-mall and cricket. The modern era would call you a “tomboy” in the truest sense, and you would agree, but it was surely safe to say that you were not for this era. Besides, you didn’t see the point of the corsets other than to make you feel, well, uncomfortable about yourself.

“You know,” your other sister-in-law, Lady Lydia interjected as she was looking at herself in the mirror as she was wearing the new yellow empire waistline dress that the modiste made especially for her, “It isn’t really that bad. I mean, since your brothers were last year’s Blue Sapphires and—” You interrupted her by saying, “—they’re doing just fine.” You nodded, responding, “I know. I mean, my eldest brother Daichi got to marry you, and that’s surprising in the eyes of the ton indeed,” with Lydia giggling, and a tint of blush hitting her rosy cheeks.

You’d met Lydia, the now Duchess of Karasuno, at one of your closest friends', Lady Ella’s Ball, years ago. Ella had just become the Duchess of Nekoma, having married Lord Kenma, the Duke of Nekoma. You were Ella’s maid of honor, and Lydia was one of the bridesmaids. At first, something about her hairstyle confused you. She decided to have her hair be short and curly, and was even conjuring up plans to make a mullet.

However, you then get to know her free-spirited yet caring and empathetic nature. You also learned that when she took the leap of faith to change the way she looked, she was initially scared of what people would say about her haircut because her parents, who were not royalty, scolded her in terms of who would marry her, but then later she shrugged it off.

You were so adoring of Lydia that you invited her to the first ever Beautillion Ball, where your eldest brother, Lord Daichi, the newly appointed Duke of Karasuno, was crowned that year’s “Blue Sapphire.” As her hazel eyes lay upon Daichi’s dark brown irises, he was taken aback by her unconventional looks and eventually warmed up to her personality. While many people were against this union, you and Daichi fought for it to happen.

Similarly, the following year, when Lord Ryuunosuke, the Earl of Karasuno, was named the Blue Sapphire, he already had his eyes set on his future wife: Lady Kiyoko of House Shimizu. However, it took his multiple attempts to be rejected by Kiyoko and a proposal from Lady Kanoka for her to see that he would never give up on her no matter what, and that’s how they got married.

This year, as you, being the third eldest in the family, and also, this season’s “Diamond,” were now in line to get married, most of your family were excited to hopefully find your new suitor at the ball. However, there were some things holding you back from being truly excited about the regalia. As you were then trying on the new dress in the mirror, and how your coiffed hair complimented everything else, you thanked the modiste nevertheless for the outfit, and walked back to your carriage with Lydia and Kiyoko.

As you were being driven back home via the carriage, numerous thoughts drowned out the conversation your sisters-in-law were having with each other. You start to remember exactly why you went blank at the modiste. Your thoughts go back to the last season, at Ella’s Ball, where Lord Whistledown’s gossip sheet was spread around and it read: Dearest gentle reader,

As the social season draws to a close, I personally would like to congratulate Lord Kenma, the Duke of Nekoma, and Lady Ella, the newly appointed Duchess of Nekoma, on their nuptials. Even the most illustrious noblemen and noblewomen, however, are humbled by the one thing that humbles even the most illustrious members of the ton...scandals! A man with charm is entertaining, and a man with looks is, of course, a sight to behold, but a man with honor—ah, he is the one to whom the young ladies should flock, dear reader. This is not so true for the suitor betrothed to Karasuno’s eldest princess, Lady (L/N). How unfortunate it is that her husband-to-be, a nobleman himself, is a rake, because my sources tell me that he was caught sullying another woman, an Alisa Haiba, at his bachelorette party while he was engaged to the Princess. You didn’t think it would go unnoticed by me, did you? I assure you that this is a gentle reminder to not mess with me, because I have also learned that….”

Even as people were absorbing what was being written on the gossip sheet, everyone’s eyes turned to you. Despite showering you with love in the past, your future husband has always appeared shallow, self-centered, closed-off, and without regard for consequences. In fact, you were present that night when you witnessed your future husband, the Prince of Nekoma, being sullied by the aforementioned opera singer. When he turned to face you, he widened his eyes, as if he had been completely misunderstood. Perhaps it wasn't the truth, but it was what was reported, and you believed it. However, you were not the only one who was aware. Lady Ella was with you when that happened. However, it occurred to you that you might want to speak with him privately and find out what really happened, because the word of men was favored over the word of women at the time. On the other hand, Lord Whistledown got wind of it, and the news spread like wildfire the next day. It especially hurt you that your family wouldn't let you marry him, let alone court him, so you closed your heart to any future romantic advances.

You felt someone shake your shoulders as Lydia and Kiyoko got you out of your train of thought. As you three walked into the Karasuno Hall, you were able to hear the housekeeper scold the lady’s maids from a distance, “If you don't put the kitchen utensils where they go, then you're not allowed to complain about it later.” You looked at Lydia and Kiyoko and remarked, with a deep sigh, “Sorry girls, it’s just... After what happened last year, I’m certain that I’ll never find love, at least among the royalty. In this world we live in, in this timeline we live in, everyone is selfish, ruthless, cutthroat, and inconsiderate. So, let’s see if I find a suitor this week.”

“Yer got to be kidding me! ‘Samu!!” Around the same time, a gruntled voice echoed down the corridors of the Inarizaki Hall, as a 6’2” tall, brown-eyed man with dark-brown hair, the top of which was dyed blonde, paced hurriedly to his twin brother’s room. “Osamu!” He entered the door to find his twin brother freaking out about the Beautillion Ball. Draped in black trousers, a white shirt, a silver waistcoat, and a black tailcoat with dark brown knee length boots, he stood in front of the mirror with a ragged breath. “ ‘Tsumu, I am scared. It’s happening here. The Ball is happening here. What if—”

The elder twin sighed and placed his hand on Osamu’s shoulder. “ ‘Samu, breathe deeply. Please,” the elder twin, Atsumu requested, to which Osamu tried calming down, and he replied, “It would have been better if I was in Hyogo, ‘Tsumu. The business there was booming and—” Atsumu nodded in agreement, speaking in Kansai. “Yer right, ‘Samu, but think of Lord Kita for once. He had to acquire the throne at a young age, and we’re doing this to uphold our end of the word we made with him.” Osamu nodded, then turned to Atsumu, “I still find it surprising that you’re not the one being presented at the hall today, but I am. You’re clearly marriage material, ‘Tsumu.”

Shaking his head in denial, Atsumu places his hands on Osamu’s shoulders, kissing his teeth and replying, “No, ‘Samu, ya are. I may be more handsome than you,” Atsumu then smirks, with Osamu rolling his eyes and both of them chuckling, “But, you are better than me, brother, in more ways than one. Besides, this gives me an opportunity to look out for you in a way.”

Osamu then sighed, replying, “Okay, fine, I’ll be okay at the ball, as long as you’re here. As much as I like Rin, I don’t want to hear gossip about the ton all day long.” Atsumu then nods, chuckling. Both of them were adopted by the late King of Inarizaki before Lord Shinsuke of House Kita had to take over the incumbent throne.

Atsumu, being unable to cope with the pain of losing the man that gave them a second chance at life, later gained a reputation for himself that made him less desirable in the eyes of the ton. Involving himself in promiscuous ways, gambling, and even playing cricket professionally, Atsumu never really cared too much for the throne.

Through Lord Whistledown, Atsumu was being viewed as incompetent by everyone else, and so he didn't want his reputation to ruin his brother's chances in the marriage market. Despite them arguing with each other on pretty much everything, Atsumu was certain about one thing. He loved his brother very much and wanted what was best for him.

The next morning of the beautillion ball, as you were riding a horse at dawn, with a quiet atmosphere around you. You couldn’t hear anything except for some ducks quacking, the leaves rustling, and the wind gushing, when a man whizzed past you, and you looked in his direction. Curious, you trot behind him, searching for those distant horse neighs. “Sir, are you in trouble?” You cried out as you searched for him, and as you rode along, that’s where you found him in the distance, riding ahead of you. He then turns to you, winks at you, and gallops away. You were all of a sudden taken back by how his face and his golden-dyed hair glistened in the sunlight, so you looked for him, only to find him in the distance, having exerted a bit too much energy.

“Enjoying your victory lap, is it?” You cry out, thus startling this man, causing him to utter something in Kansai. “You'll not be afforded such an ample head-start this time,” He snickered and responded, “Apologies, ma’am. It was not my intention to cause concern.” Humming, you inquire, “Does anyone know you are riding astride?” Chuckling, he responds, “Funnily enough, I was going to ask you the same thing. Besides, it’s rare that men’s reputations are questioned, unless—” You interject, “Unless you’re written by Lord Whistledown,” causing the both of you to chuckle. “Perhaps,” the fake blonde man continues, “What if we pretend this encounter never happened? Ya allow me to go my way, and ya go yers. Besides, I'm on my way back to Mayfair, where the Beautillion Ball is happening, and my presence is requested soon.”

You reply, “Ah, you worry about being seen,” and he responds, “I worry about meeting strange women in parks at dawn who refuse to leave me alone with their questions.” Keeping a finger on your lips, you continue, “Your secret is safe. I will not tell a soul.” He smiles and replies, “I am grateful to you. Additionally, losing races to strangers in such parks at dawn, I can only imagine the questions yer would be asked.” After a while, both of you spotted a group of guards on horseback. The man then turns the other way, screams, “Good day, ma’am,” and gallops back home, when you cry out, “Sir, I don’t think we’ve yet been introduced.” The man responds, “I am afraid that is not possible. Not when I have a victory lap to celebrate,” causing you to be particularly intrigued about this man as you cantered back home too.

It was finally time. The Day of the Inarizaki Beautillion Ball. An announcement was made as you entered the Ball, “Accompanied by the Prince of Karasuno, Lord Ittetsu of House Takeda, the Duchess of Karasuno, Lady Lydia of House Sawamura, and the Countess of Karasuno, Lady Kiyoko of House Tanaka, please welcome this season’s Diamond, the Princess of Karasuno, Lady (Y/N) (L/N)!” As you walked into the hall in your baby pink empire waistline dress from the modiste with a garnet studded headband and white gloves, you kept smiling as many men approached you and danced with you, King Keishin, King Shinsuke, and Prince Ojiro, observing every move.

As you were being kept on your toes and turned around by different noblemen, the music stopped and everyone came to a halt as another announcement was made. “Accompanied by His Highness, Prince Ojiro of House Aran, and Earl Rintaro Suna, please welcome The Miya Twins; the Duke of Inarizaki, Lord Atsumu Miya, and the Viscount of Inarizaki, Lord Osamu Miya.” Your gaze found Atsumu’s dark-brown irises as he saw you dancing with different noblemen. Tired, you excused yourself to get out of the hall to breathe in some fresh air.

Suddenly, you heard someone call your last name out. You turn to find a group of women approaching you. One of them remarks, “With you as the Diamond of the season, the rest of us shall receive a respite from the marriage-minded mamas this season, indeed,” causing all of you to chuckle. You then calm down, and smile, “Enjoy your freedom while it lasts. You, too, will soon submit to this ridiculous rigmarole of courtship, being squired by every eligible mister around town until you're barely able to see straight.”

To which another lady giggles, “Is one gentleman unlike any other? Let someone woo you into marriage, and be devoted to you for the rest of your life.” As you chuckle, you respond, “You may be cavalier, but if I must leg-shackle myself in marriage, the man in question should have more to recommend him.”

The other lady looks at you in confusion. “Do not tell us you are hoping for a love match?” To which you respond, “Love is the last thing I desire. If my children are to be provided for, if the family’s reputation is to be upheld and kept intact, then their father must be of impeccable quality. I don’t just need a pleasing face for a Prince Consort. I need an acceptable wit, genteel manners, and someone who’s affluent enough to be worthy of that position. Though it should not be hard to find, since the King will finally name a Blue Sapphire, saving me some trouble, at least of choosing him.”

As the other ladies chuckle and leave, you hear a rustling sound from the bushes, inquiring, “Is someone there? I can hear... you.” That is when you see the blond-haired man stand before you, bowing and apologizing, “Pardon me, Your Highness.” Approaching him, you respond, “I never got your name, until now at least, Duke Miya. I was wondering if we'd meet again.” Atsumu responded, scowling, “So you might discern if my wit is acceptable, my manners genteel?” With widened eyes, you inquire, “Were you eavesdropping, my lord? Also, do you take any issue with my requirements for a husband?”

Laughing, Atsumu retorts, “It was hardly an effort, seeing as you were proclaiming your many requirements for a husband loud enough for the entire party to hear. Also, yes, I take issue with any woman who views men merely as banks to withdraw funds at will.” Before you could utter anything, he approached you, “Princess (L/N), yes? What makes you think he'll accept your suit if you manage to find this paragon of virtue? Are young gentlemen truly that easily won by a pleasing smile and nothing else?” “So, you find my smile pleasing, is it?” you ask, smiling. Smirking, he continued, “I find your opinion of yourself entirely too high, Your Highness. Your character is as deficient as your horsemanship. I shall bid you good night.”

As Atsumu walked back into the hall, leaving you alone and dumbfounded in the garden, you were handed over a note that read, “Lord Whistledown’s Gossip Sheet.” As your breath became ragged, you rolled your eyes and responded, “Creating a menace again, are you now?” as you read the contents while everyone received the copy of the sheet: Dearest gentle reader,

Did you miss me? While our esteemed ton lazed in their rustic retreats, this author was doing just one thing. Honing my skills, or perhaps hatching my plans? Nay, even better, I was sharpening my knives for all of ya. The identity and means of this author remain a mystery. Trying to find those answers will prove fruitless, indeed. There is, of course, another unknown identity at the moment. It will, however, be possible for you to uncover this one. I speak of the season's Blue Sapphire, wherever he may be. This author hopes ya have fun at the Beautillion Ball, where hopefully we’ll get to hear some wonderful news tonight. Your move, Your Majesty.

Always yours,

Lord Whistledown.

Atsumu then walks to Prince Ojiro, who’s conversing with Prince Ittetsu, demanding, “We need to leave. We will see you at home.” Being dumbfounded, Ojiro asks, “But whatever for? People are watching, brother, and something’s clearly upsetting you. We just–” Atsumu interrupted him, remarking, “It’s clear we are woefully unprepared to navigate this chaos. I am sure Osamu's absence will only make him that much more desirable.” Osamu then turned to Prince Ittetsu, calmly responding, “It truly was a magnificent soiree, Your Highness. We are most grateful.” Ittetsu then responds, “Well, it would seem both of us may have our hands full this year.” Ojiro then smiles, continuing, “Not if I have something to say about it. And as you very well know, I always have something to say.” As both of them chuckle, silence lingers in the Inarizaki Hall as even the Miya twins halt for a moment. King Keishin found himself reading Whistledown’s words, and as he got irked, he stood up and announced while looking at everyone. “Your presence is noted, and your king is most appreciative. Allow it to now be my honor to present to you the season's Blue Sapphire.”

He then looked at the Miya twins, who were standing near the door, and announced, “Viscount Osamu Miya.”

The world stood still for both of them, as Osamu walked towards the king and bowed before him, with a number of ladies swarming before them. While you were lost in thought, your sister-in-law, Lydia, remarked, with her husband standing by her side, “You look at him the way I look at my hair in the mirror, Sister,” with Daichi then whispering to both of you, “Truly, I cannot say I will long for any of this. Good luck, sister. This season, you will undoubtedly require it.”

As you walked towards the King, you bowed before him, as he greeted you with a smile, “Princess (Y/N) (L/N), my Diamond. Have you met my new incomparable?” Turning to Osamu, you were taken aback by his beautiful blue eyes and his grey hair. You continue, “I appreciate the introduction, Your Majesty. I only hope to be able to enjoy the pleasure of a dance.” With this, Osamu puts his hand out before you, and you put your hand in his, and you two walk to the dance floor, as you two dance to the classical rendition of “R U Mine?”

“Forgive my directness,” you interject as the two incomparables of the season keep dancing, “Do you have any thoughts about children?” He nods, responding, “Other than the fact that I desire them so? However many I have, my lady, I shall feel most fortunate. Together with my wife, we will chart the best course.”

Being taken back by his response, you remark, “How very sensible. Do you have any successful business ventures?” Chuckling, Osamu responds, “Most certainly, Your Highness. It needs to be brought to your notice that I, like my brother, am half-Japanese. So, I would need to travel to Tokyo from time to time. I have a restaurant there, which is booming, and I’m looking to bring the business here. Should you want to invest in it?” You felt a fluttering sensation in your stomach as you were enjoying the camaraderie with Osamu, and after a couple of questions, you concluded, “You do not seem decomposed by my line of questioning.” Osamu responded with a smile, “Why would I ever be? A woman who knows exactly what she wants is truly admirable. If I may say so, it's as rare as a diamond.”

Osamu then broke the comfortable silence that lingered between the two of you, by responding, “I think we should go ahead and speak with my brothers. It is their blessing you shall need if we are… Oh! Here he is now. ‘Tsumu!” ‘Tsumu? You think to yourself, as your eyes land on Atsumu. “Ah, Princess (L/N)!” Prince Ojiro spoke, with Prince Ittetsu standing by. “I see you've met Viscount Osamu. This is—”

You completed the sentence with, “His brother. Viscount Osamu is an excellent dancer. Perhaps, I may learn a thing or two from him,” and bowing at Osamu, with your eyes at Atsumu. Somehow, you felt an inexplicable connection that drew you to Atsumu. At this very moment, Osamu felt like sitting beside a fireplace and drinking tea, while Atsumu felt like a whetstone, sharpening your mettle with every gaze.

Taking a long drawn sigh, he retorts, “It’s Duke Atsumu, my lady. Would you join me in the retiring room, brother?,” while Atsumu pulls Osamu away. Osamu inquired, “Is something wrong, ‘Tsumu?” As they were walking away from you, Atsumu retorted, “ ‘Samu, you are not to go near that woman. Do you understand?”

As your gaze never left Atsumu’s figure, Prince Ittetsu remarked, “He is a precious sapphire, dearest.” Mindlessly, you responded, “Indeed. He is who I shall marry.” You were clueless about the confusion that was about to ensue amongst the ton this season.

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