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nottsangel · 7 months

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treat you better — r.c.

pairing: best friend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut 18+, vaginal sex, fingering, mentions of cheating (on reader), actual cheating, creampie, toxic relationship, lots of praising

word count: 2k

summary: your best friend is eager to show you that he can fuck you better than your shitty boyfriend.

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“Fuck him!” you cursed, tears streaming down your face and your mascara smeared all over your eyes as you made your way to your best friend’s house, like every other week. Today wasn’t any different, after yet another fight with your boyfriend. Going to Rafe's house and bawling your eyes out became a routine at this point. He was always there for you, taking care of you when you desperately needed someone.

You had known Rafe for years now through mutual friends. It immediately clicked between you two and he would do anything for you now. You ultimately met your boyfriend through Rafe, since both of them belonged to the same friend group. Rafe had warned you about him at first, knowing that he’d always been a player but you reassured him that it was fine and that you were happy— which lasted only a few months. Now you’re a crying mess every week, pouring your heart out to Rafe.

“It’s fine. You’re fine” you muttered to yourself as you rang Rafe’s doorbell, wiping the tears from your face with the sleeve of your sweater, your eyes red and swollen. You heard footsteps nearing before the door swung open. Rafe stood in the doorway, not seeming surprised whatsoever, as you eyed him with a blurry vision.

“Another fight?” he asked, his brows slightly furrowed in concern. You nodded while fidgeting with your hands, unable to look him in the eye. He let out a sigh and moved aside, “Come in.”

As usual, you entered the house, went straight upstairs, and headed for Rafe's bedroom, while he went to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. You went into his room and sat on the bed before kicking your shoes off and getting more comfortable. Rafe entered right after you, placing the glass of water on the bedside table next to you.

Rafe sighed and moved to sit next to you, taking your hand in his as he drew slow circles on your skin with his thumb, the scent of his expensive cologne filling your nose.

“What did he do this time?” he asked, glaring at you with a stern face, clearly furious at your boyfriend. Breathing deeply, you went over today’s fight in your head as you attempted to sort out your thoughts. “I think… I think he’s cheating on me, Rafe” you sniffed, your voice soft and vulnerable.

“What?” Rafe yelled, the grip on your hand tightening as he waited impatiently for you to continue. “He was showering and notifications popped up on his phone so I looked and-“ you took a deep breath while you felt the tears prickling in your eyes, “It was from some girl that I’d never heard of before, saying that she had a great night with him and asking to hang out again.” Your voice cracked slightly at the end of your sentence, unable to control your emotions. Rafe shook his head in disapproval as he rolled his eyes, not understanding how he could treat you this way, “Fucking idiot”.

You dabbed the tears from your face using a tissue that he gave you before continuing, “And… we never, you know, he never wants to have sex with me anymore. It just… it makes me feel so unattractive and unwanted” you added, which made Rafe stand up in an instant, unable to contain his frustration and fury any longer.

“Listen, you really need to fucking leave him, alright?” he insisted, his voice filled with rage as he gazed down at you. “But-“ “No buts. He isn’t treating you well and you deserve better, fuck!” he snapped, pacing around the room while rubbing his temples with the palm of his hands in frustration, anger taking over. He felt so protective over you, he always did. He beat up every single guy who talked bad about you without hesitation, even when you’re not there.

“I’m gonna fucking kill that asshole first thing tomorrow, got it? Gonna teach him a lesson. I will make sure he won’t ever fucking hurt you again. What the fuck is wrong with him?” “Rafe-“ “God, I bet I could fuck you so much better than that fucking idiot”.

Rafe stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening as you snapped your head towards him, not sure if you heard him correctly. “W-what?” you stammered, as you stared at him dumbfounded. No… no, no, you couldn’t have heard that right. You must’ve misheard him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I- uh, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” He let out a small chuckle, baffled at his own words, then walked cautiously over to sit beside you on the bed. It was quiet for a moment as Rafe thought about what to say to you, his leg nervously bouncing up and down before turning towards you.

“I’m sor-“ he started, trying to apologise, worried about ruining the friendship while his heart beat out of his chest— but he was quickly interrupted by you grabbing his head and kissing him passionately, your body completely taking over control. You didn’t know what was happening to you, you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing— all you knew is that you needed him. You needed your best friend. Now.

He gave no resistance. Feeling just as hungry for you, one hand moved slowly to your waist and the other rested on your thigh, sliding his tongue inside your mouth. You eventually pulled away before slowly bringing your lips towards his neck, whispering in his ear, “Then show me.”

His hand squeezed your thigh as he let out a groan, goosebumps forming all over his body, “Oh fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment” he growled, then pushed you onto your back and leaned over you, hungrily placing sloppy kisses on your neck with one hand massaging your tits, causing you to moan as you melted under his touch.

“Gonna show you how fucking special you are. Give you the best sex you’ve ever fucking had. Make you cum harder than he ever could. You want that, pretty girl?” he asked as he stared deep into your eyes, faces mere inches away from each other as his hands explored your entire body, finally being able to do so after fantasising about it for a long time. “P-please Rafe. Need you” you pleaded, letting him undress you as he took off your sweater and skirt before tossing them on the floor, leaving you in the prettiest red lingerie set you own which you wore for your boyfriend.

He moved back a bit, eyes scanning over every part of your body, fully admiring your stunning figure as he shook his head and laughed in disbelief. “Fucking hell, you are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. What a fucking idiot, holy shit.” He smirked before kissing every inch of your body, truly showing you how beautiful you were to him as he moved his palm over your clothed core, feeling the wet spot that formed over your underwear. “So fucking wet already. Guess you haven’t been fucked good for a long time.” he remarked as he pulled your panties to the side and ran his fingers over your core. “Let me change that, hmm?”

You moaned into his mouth when he slid two fingers inside you while kissing you eagerly. His fingers moved so skilfully inside you, effortlessly finding your g-spot as he spread your legs farther apart with his other hand. “Can’t wait to be inside you. Bet your pussy feels so fucking good” he growled as he gazed at you with dark eyes as he bit his lip, almost drooling just thinking about it. “Please fuck me, Rafe. I can’t wait any longer” you begged, feeling desperate to feel him deep inside of you. He groaned at your pleas, your words alone nearly making him cum on the spot.

“Whatever you need, princess” he smirked before removing his clothes, leaving him just his boxers. Your eyes began to widen as his crotch caught your attention, noticing that he was definitely bigger than your boyfriend.

“My eyes are up here.” he joked, gesturing towards his eyes as he watched you stare at him. “I…I know…” you murmured with your eyes still fixed on his crotch and your mouth slightly agape as your cheeks heated up. He chuckled as he slowly removed his boxers, his erection springing free against his stomach with precum leaking from the tip. Your cunt throbbed at the sight before you, and your mind went blank—all you could think about was how much you needed his cock inside of you.

He moved towards you, kissing your collarbones and neck as he gently removed your bra with one hand before sliding your underwear down your legs, flinging them across the room. He gazed down at your naked body before taking one of your tits in his mouth, moaning around it. “Best tits I’ve ever fucking seen” he growled as his tongue slid over your hard nipple. Clearly not buying it, you rolled your eyes at him. “Oh shut up, you’ve fucked like a hundred girls. There ain’t no way” He chuckled, sucking your nipple more aggressively, “And none of them can compare to you. So fucking beautiful.” His words made you even more wet as you were aching for him, unable to wait any longer.

Rafe moved back and pumped his cock a few times, growing impatient as well before he positioned himself between your legs and pushed into you cautiously, his arms caging you under him as he hissed at the feeling. He gave you a moment to let you adjust to his size, his cock completely filling you up as he was buried balls deep inside of you.

“You feel so fucking good” he praised as he kissed you, moaning into your mouth as he began to move. You felt better than he ever could’ve imagined— so tight and warm, perfectly wrapped around him, as if you were made for him. “So big, oh my god” you moaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you.

“Who fucks you better, hmm? Me or him?” he asked as he increased his speed, pounding into you at a relentless pace. “Fuck! You, Rafe, you!” “Good girl.” You wrapped your legs around his muscular torso, giving him an angle to go even deeper as his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. Rafe clutched the sheets with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried his hardest to not cum right there and then, but fuck you felt so good. His hand slowly travelled to your core, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit to help you in getting closer to your orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes, right there!” you cried out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Taking my cock so well, fuck” he growled, his voice strained and his pace brutal.

A few more thrusts and your orgasm struck you, your nails dragging down his back as you arched your back, moaning Rafe’s name over and over again. “That’s it, baby. Gonna cum so fucking deep inside of you. You will be leaking my cum when he sees you again” he hissed before emptying himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum as he groaned at the feeling. He slowed down before pulling out and lied down next to you, handing you a towel from beside him.

“And?” he asked with his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, raising his eyebrows in anticipation of your response. “Best sex I’ve ever fucking had” you replied, causing him to chuckle cockily after getting the answer he expected. “Gonna fuck you in front of that motherfucker next time, show him how to properly fuck a special girl like you.”

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rileyslibrary · 9 months

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The Log Cabin: Hurt

Synopsis: You and Ghost are on your way towards your shared vacation in Scotland.

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes:

This is the second part of the story. Here’s Part 1 if you’re interested.

Hurt/comfort.

Render by @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot.

No warnings. Lots of emotions towards the end, though.

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“You sure?” You ask as you approach a red light.

Ghost closes his eyes and leans back in his seat. He lets out a long and loud sigh behind his mask.

“This is the fifth time you’ve asked if I’m sure,” he protests. “Ask me again, and I will throw you out of the bloody car.”

He won’t do it. He used the exact same threat when you voiced your concerns the third time. You understand him, though; you’re not even on the highway yet, and you’ve been bugging him with your insecurities.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper and lower your head to the water bottle you’ve secured between your thighs.

He turns to look at you, then shifts his focus back to the road as the traffic light turns orange.

“I don’t do charity work when it comes to vacations,” he reassures you and changes gears. “I’m absolutely certain of my decision.”

You drive through the city streets, trying to reach the highway. You look out the car’s window; there are curious glances directed at you from the outside. People look alarmed, old ladies clutch their purses tighter, and fathers hold their children closer.

You can’t blame them; they’re looking at two masked figures in a car filled with tools and gear in the backseats.

“We look like we’re about to rob a bank, don’t you think?” You ask, concerned, as you observe a woman ushering her son into a store upon spotting you.

“Don’t take it off yet,” he warns you. “Wait till we get to the highway.”

He’s right. His face is unknown in the city, whereas yours is, and any identification could link him to you. That’s why he handed you a plain black balaclava before you left the base, ensuring your mutual anonymity. It’s a small city, after all.

“What if we get stopped by the police?” you ask. “Someone might have alerted them.”

He shakes his head. “Unlikely,” he replies. “The police is familiar with me and my car. Many soldiers keep their identities concealed due to the base. Civilians aren’t accustomed to it, that’s all.”

He stops at a zebra crossing and motions with his hand at the people waiting, giving them permission to cross the road.

“Look at them,” he whispers as he watches them successfully reaching the other side of the pavement. “So eager to display their faces, like they’ve never done anything sinister in their lives.”

You look at him from the corner of your eye, wondering if his words hide a twinge of guilt or envy—a yearning for freedom, just like those civilians crossing the street. They are free to walk as they please, while he is doomed to wear a cloth on his face until he’s away from anything human.

You tug at your mask. “It’s getting quite stuffy in here; mind if I...” you say and motion towards the car’s A/C controls.

He shrugs. That’s your “go ahead” sign.

You enter the highway, and he removes his mask. He reaches into the back pocket of his seat and tugs his balaclava there. He scratches his left cheek.

You follow his lead but tuck yours into your door’s side pocket. Now that your mouth is free from obstructions, you can drink water. You open the bottle and drive it into your mouth.

“Easy with the water,” Ghost advises. “We won’t find any stops for the next three hours.”

“Three hours?!” You ask.

He nods, his eyes still fixed on the road, indifferent to your shocked reaction. He reaches into the side pocket of his door and pulls a pair of sunglasses out. He secures them on his face.

“I have never seen you with sunglasses before.” You comment.

He smirks. He looks very handsome when he does that. Not conventionally attractive, though. He has a very rugged, almost weird, to point out beauty. Like those second-hand objects you find in an antique shop; they are bizarre to look at, but you can’t shift your eyes away from them. You want to study and analyse them as closely as possible.

You stare at his profile and notice him looking back at you. He still has that smirk on his face. You divert your attention back to the road.

“Sorry.” You murmur.

He looks ahead and his smile widens.

After some time, you reach your first stop; a service station with a convenience store, and fast food joint. Ghost asks if you want to grab a bite, and you shake your head. In response, he motions towards the side of the gas station.

“Loo’s over there. I’ll refuel the car.”

You hurry to the restroom; the last thing you want is to hinder his program. You better be as fast and efficient as possible.

When you return, Ghost is already in the driver’s seat. You settle into your seat beside him, apologising for your delay. He clicks his tongue.

“You went to the restroom; no need to fret.” He says as he hands you a few snacks he bought from the convenience store.

“For me?” you ask, surprised.

“For you,” he confirms and starts up the engine. “So you don’t start whining that you’re hungry when we are in the middle of nowhere.”

The rest of the trip is beautiful. The landscape shifts profoundly, from the mundane colours of the city to the towering trees that grow denser, with hues of green more vibrant than any photo could capture. The radio plays some mainstream pop music, which doesn’t suit the scenery but makes everything less awkward between you.

Occasionally, you spot a flock of sheep and comment. Ghost doesn’t respond but shifts his gaze from the road to where you’re pointing so he can give you his full attention. He smiles every time, and you wonder whether he’s genuinely happy or just trying to act friendly. Then again, when did Ghost ever try to act friendly? He’s enjoying it as well.

You must have reached the outskirts of civilisation now since the radio has started to make white noise. He switches it off.

Silence. Awkward silence.

“Sorry.” He says, which is very ironic since he was the one who lectured you a few hours ago to stop apologising for things you can’t control. “I don’t have any CDs.”

An arrogant chuckle escapes you. You didn’t mean to come across that way, but there’s no need for CDs; although the car isn’t new, it has built-in Bluetooth. You wonder if he knows it.

“Do you mind?” You ask, showing him your phone.

He looks at it, raising an eyebrow from behind his sunglasses. He must be thinking you’re asking for permission to call someone.

You connect your phone to the car’s Bluetooth and launch Spotify. Music starts playing again. His attention alternates between the radio and your phone.

“Why don’t you look at that!” He remarks. “I knew you could do that; I just never bothered to figure out how.”

“I’ll show you later.” You reply.

“Do you take requests?”

You nod and smile. “What’s your poison, Lieutenant?”

“Johnny Cash.” He replies. “Hurt.”

You nod again, search for the song and press play. You try to enjoy the scenery, focusing on the trees and farms passing by, but Simon’s choice of song wraps around you.

“I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that’s real.”

You turn to look at him. He holds the wheel with one hand, his other resting on the car’s window. He leans against it, his face propped on his hand.

“And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt.”

You want to comment on the song, but your throat feels tight like something’s choking you. You swallow hard.

“What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end.”

Tears fill your eyes, threatening to escape. You don’t have sunglasses like Ghost does. It’s a matter of time until he notices.

“If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way.”

It’s sadness, melancholy—that's what you’re feeling. But is it for Ghost and his poor song choice? Or is it for you?

For your family, your friends, and the vacation you won’t get to enjoy with them? Who are you mourning exactly? He seems to be at peace with his choices. When will this bliss come to you?

Will it ever come to you?

“Hey,” he calls out, and you turn to look at him.

Too late; he already noticed.

“It’s okay,” he soothes you. “Let it out.”

As if you wanted his permission, you begin to cry uncontrollably. You gasp for air. Ghost presses a button on his door which forces your window to open slightly. The crisp air slaps your face, but you focus on the pain, just like the song says. Your nails bite into your palms as you squeeze your fists, and that water bottle falls from your legs onto the car’s floor.

Ghost reaches over, turning the volume higher as if he’s permitting you to cry as much as you want and scream as loud as you please. You turn your head to the side, looking through blurred vision at the colours of green blending together.

He clasps your fist in his hand. You refuse to relax it.

“It’s okay.” He repeats as you pass the blue sign marked with a white ‘X’ that welcomes you to Scotland. “It’s going to be okay.”

Your first unclenches and you open your hand.

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Part 3 (final) this way ->

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sunafc · 1 month

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That’s what you get for ditching me — ft. Toji Fushiguro

cw: wc 1.8k, NSFW, mdni, 18+, fem reader, fwb, toji calls the reader ‘kid’ and ‘little one’ as a pet name but the reader is very much an adult ! !, toji is obsessed with reader, mutual masturbation, a bit of spit kink, if there are typos ignore them 🙂‍↕️

To say Toji liked you was an understatement. After your first night together he wanted nothing more than to be inside you again, to taste you again, to feel your skin on his again. After a few more nights with you he got you a toothbrush to keep at his house, so you wouldn’t have to leave after the sex. One time you forgot your makeup remover and the next time he had gotten one just for you along with a box of cotton pads. Then, he dropped all his other hookups. So he didn’t just like you, he was pretty much obsessed. Toji doesn’t understand how it all happened, you entered his life and now everything is about you. Happened so quickly he didn’t even notice.

All of the things above brought him to this moment, sulking on a saturday evening alone at his house because you’re on a date with some random ass guy whose name Toji couldn’t care less to remember. He’s not jealous, he says to himself. He has no reason to be. You two are just friends and you assured him that, even if you started seeing the guy, you still wouldn’t be exclusive. So no, he’s not jealous. Toji just hopes that as you look in the guy’s ugly eyes you think of how many times you’ve complimented his green ones.

The familiar ding from your text notifications stops his overthinking and when he sees your text Toji can’t help but smirk to himself.

you: this date was shit

toji: yeah? that’s what you get for ditching me

Yeah okay, maybe he is a little jealous. Petty, too. Sometimes he makes you wonder if he really is the older one in your ‘‘relationship’’.

you: toji :(

toji: what do you want kid

you: are u home?

toji: what now you wanna come over?

you: please?

toji: ...

toji: the door’s open

toji: brat

He wishes he could show these texts to your date. A smug smile creeps on his face as he mumbles to himself how he won. He pours himself a glass of whiskey while waiting for you.

‘Can I come in?’ You ask as you open the door.

‘I’m in the kitchen,’ Toji says loud enough for you to hear from the doorway.

You make your way to him. He’s sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter, drink in hand.

You drop your purse on the floor, ‘Hey.’

‘Hey, kid,’ he eyes you, ‘All dolled up, let me see you,’ he motions you to turn around for him and you indulge him before sitting on the stool next to him.

You look amazing in your short dress, thigh highs and heels. You don’t need him to tell you so as his eyes do the talk for him. He offers you a glass which you gladly accept.

‘It was so bad, he was so bad,’ you take a sip from your glass.

Toji’s face contorts in a grimace as he imagines you with another guy. His hand moves to stroke your thigh, he needs you to know he’s there.

You complain about your date for a while as Toji smiles to himself knowing that at the end of the day he’s the one you’re going back to. He’s glad the guy was a dick and shit in bed, he doesn’t care how selfish that is of him.

‘These heels are killing me, too.’ You whine.

‘Come here,’ he slides his hand from your thigh to your ankle so he can loosen up the strap of your shoe and slip it off. He does the same with your other shoe and when he’s done his hand goes back to rest on your thigh.

You lean in to leave a quick peck to the scar at the corner of his lips, ‘Thanks, Toji.’

He fears his heart is going to burst everytime you do that, ‘You drive me insane,’ he mutters under his breath.

You giggle and give him another peck, right on his lips this time.

He grabs the stool you’re sitting on and pulls it closer to his until there’s no more space between them, his face so close to yours, ‘How about a real kiss now?’

You gulp, suddenly feeling your cheeks getting warmer. He’s leaning in slowly, your lips part on their own and he smirks against them before closing the gap completely. He grips your thigh as you bite his bottom lip, his other hand grabs your jaw and as he forces your mouth open, he slips his tongue in. Toji loves your lips. He thinks they were made just to be kissed, by him specifically. It didn’t matter if you were wearing liptstick, lip gloss or chapstick, he would kiss you anyway. You pull on his hair to move his face away from yours, in need of air. You’re both panting but Toji doesn’t seem to be bothered by it and soon his lips are on yours again. He’s addicted, he feels like he could live off of your kisses. You, on the other hand, you really do need air.

You pull his head again, ‘Wait,’ you puff, ‘Give me a moment, Toji.’

You’re breathless, your lipstick is all smudged. Toji thinks you look stunning like this. He stands from his stool, picks you up and sits you on the counter. His hands travel with faint touches on your thighs, then under your dress. Your skin burns under his touch. He kisses your neck, leaving marks behind them. His hands grab your ass as he sucks on your skin at the base of your neck. A whimper escapes your lips and Toji smiles smugly against you. He gently slides the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, sending shivers down your body. He’s doing everything so painfully slow, you’re getting impatient. You’re starting to squirm under his every touch. He holds your face with one hand and kisses you. With the other hand he unfastens your bra and then moves to massaging your boobs, fingers playing with one nipple then the other. You’re gripping his tshirt, pulling him closer. He breaks the kiss and lowers himself to leave more kisses to your chest, this time. He licks one of your nipple then sucks on your boob. More whimpers leave your lips as you feel his tongue on your skin, warm and wet. His fingers ghost over your skin failing to ever really touch you. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. He’s playing with you and you know it. You move to unbuckle his belt.

‘Eager, little one?’ He teases you. His hand under your dress, grazing your inner tight, so close to where you’d like it to be but not quiet there yet.

You unzip his pants, ‘Quit playing,’ you let them fall to the ground and you palm his erection through his boxers, ‘Need more.’

‘Ask nicely,’ his thumb brushes over your clit and your body follows his hands in search for more.

‘Please, Toji,’ you say.

‘Mhm,’ he kisses your jaw, ‘Please what?’

You slip your hand in his boxer and curl your finger around his cock, making him groan in return, ‘Please touch me.’

He lifts your dress up and then slips it off of you completely. His hand moves in your underwear and his fingers glide between your folds. He slips a finger inside your cunt and, at the same time his thumb starts massaging your clit, he slips another digit in.

‘Were you this wet for him, too?’ He asks continuing to play with your body, making you moan nonstop.

You shake your head.

His fingers keep curling inside you, ‘Did he touch you like this?’, he hits the right spot again and again, a loud cry comes out of your lips, ‘Did he touch you how you like to be touched?’

You shake your head frantically trying to remain concentrated on stroking his dick but really, the only thing on your mind, is how his long fingers fill you up. How he really knows what you like and how you like it.

He holds your jaw, ‘Answer me with words, Y/n.’

‘N–No,’ you’re panting and there’s drool coming out of your mouth.

‘I know your body better than anyone,’ Toji whispers in your hear.

You grind on his fingers, ‘Even better than me.’

That strikes something inside of him and in a second his lips clash with yours, kissing you feverishly as he toys with your clit and his digits keep moving in and out of you in a rush. He bites your bottom lip and you can feel his hand all over your body as with the other one he curls his finger to reach that specific spot inside of you. Your body shakes in pleasure. You’re making all kinds of sounds and Toji is eating every single one of them as he moves his lips on yours.

‘Aw, doll,’ Toji says, ‘Already coming?’

‘S—shut up,’ you mutter under your breath.

Your hand on his cock gets slower as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climate. Toji doesn’t mind the way you’re starting to neglet him, right now he’s only interested in making you feel good, to remind you he’s the best fuck you’ll ever have no matter how many other guy you sleep with. He licks the saliva that’s sliding down your chin and leaves more wet kisses along your jaw and neck. You’re catching your breath, mouth agape. Toji loves when you’re breathless and disheveled because of him. He wishes he could take a picture of you right now, the lipstick that was on your lips is barely visible now, your hair is a mess, your cunt filled by his fingers, one hand gripping his tshirt and the other around his dick. You look perfect like this. He slips his thumb in your mouth, keeping it open, he presses down on your tongue and spits inside. It wasn’t the first time he did that but it still took you by surprise. Your fingers on his cock stop altogether and you look at him confused, you swallowed it nonetheless.

‘Don’t make that face, kid,’ he grazes your cheek with his thumb still damp from your mouth, ‘I know your dying wish is to be baptized in my spit.’

Your eyes widen and your cunt clamps thight on his fingers, a broken cry comes out of you as you finally reach your high.

Toji brings his fingers to his mouth and licks the cum off of them, ‘You’re so filthy,’ he smirks, ‘Cumming from that.’

You avoid his gaze feeling ashamed and Toji smiles.

‘Don’t get shy on me now,’ he rubs his tip against your clit, ‘We’re not done yet.’

notes: the ‘i know your dying with is to be baptized in my spit’ is actually lyrics from the song ‘funeral gray’ by waterparks ! !

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yusume-the-writer · 7 months

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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ @fellow-anime-weeb927 . ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀsʜ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴏғ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 2 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ.

ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ.

(ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴏ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴇʀʀᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇғᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴏʀ)

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Mash's love language and mostly quality time

↑ If you are in the same room, it will be a comfortable atmosphere while you do completely different things or do something together.

You and Mash will often make profiteroles or other types of desserts together in the kitchen.

↑ Well you will do the other desserts while Mash helps you by delivering the items, since everything he cooks becomes a profiterole

↑ After that you sometimes eat together in the kitchen or have a picnic in an isolated area of the forest while talking about your day or random things

You try to make sure the owls don't hate the mash, but it typically doesn't work out… but at least they don't attack you when you're together when you enter their area.

Your relationship is a secret for most people in the school. Well, that's because you don't act much like a couple in front of people, since you show mutually out of sight of people.

↑ So it was a surprise for the group that you and Mash were dating

↑ And when they found out, oh… boy, prepares to receive a trillion questions from Daut and Lemon, Finn will congratulate them, Lance won't care at all and Tom will wish them your relationship lasting just like a bamboo.

As I mentioned before, he doesn't do much PDA just hold his hands, when it's just the two of you there and a different story.

↑ As I said before, you and Mash may be doing different things, but in the same room, but you also have your moments of affection sessions

↑ A habit you have and Mash lies on top of you with your head buried in the curve of your neck while you read a book, or you lie on top of the mash while the two of you take a nap

↑ If you play with his hair while he's on top of you, he'll fall asleep quickly and when that happens he holds you really tight making you get stuck underneath him, but on the positive side you can see how cute he is when he's sleeping

↑ Another habit too and that every time you want to reward him for something you always give him a kiss on the cheek (often he wants it to be on his lips)

↑ But if you want to see him a blushing mess, just make a kiss attack all over his face except his lips, and at the end of a big breathy kiss on his lip as soon as you get out of the kiss, so you can get air, Mash will have his eyes wide and his face will be a red that can rival Daut's hair tone

There was a time when you were making profiteroles and you were waiting for them to bake, you suggested dancing as a way to pass the time and of course Mash ended up saying he didn't know, but you said you could teach him, so you started dancing and it was a surprise that he actually was good

↑ Without you realizing it, it has become a habit for you to do this when you are bored and alone.

Study meeting. The reason? He needs.

↑ As we know, Mash is not great at things that don't have to do with using his muscles, and he also breaks down when he receives too much information at once without rest, sooooo you guys have a study meeting on the weekends so that he can better understand the Subjects

↑ Is easy? No, it's not. It is worth it? Yes. Because surprisingly he managed to get an 80/100!!!! (Isn't there the time when Marvina got mad at Mash and her eyes went bulging? She made the same expression while correcting Mash's test and seeing that he got 80/100) When he showed you that, he was looking like a child showing his parents a drawing he made.

↑ Please tell him that you are proud of him and that you give him a lot of attention and affection, he doesn't show it, but he is very happy and grateful that you helped him and had a lot of patience to endure and teach him

Please teach him how to open a door correctly (the doors will be grateful for this gesture)

When Mash writes letters to Pops, he mentions you in almost every letter (Pops was surprised when Mash wrote to him that he got a good grade with your help).

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kiibichio · 3 months

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PLAY DATE 2. 𐙚 ❤︎ M. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; you and matt get into a heated argument over your ‘friends with benefits’ deal, how will it end ?? (good ending i promise)

CONTAINS ;; angst, fluff, good ending !! (that’s it?)

momo speaks ;; PART TWO OF THISSS. this was so fun to writeee. I HOPE U GUYS REALLY LIKED IT BC I WORKED HARDD MAN I WAS BREAKING A SWEAT OVER HERE (but kinda rushed). enjoy !! (PART ONE HERE <33)

date published ;; 02.20.24

not proofread !!

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6:49 pm.

“are you serious? you just told me you ‘missed me so much’, but you’re letting me leave just like that? am i just some sort of play date to you?” i ask, sitting up. anger, sadness and confusion written all over my face.

maybe i shouldn’t have said that.

matt goes silent for a while, then speaks up.

“you do realize that when we started this we both mutually agreed to have no feelings right?” he says, trying to keep his cool

“well- i mean yeah, but-” i try to speak

“then what makes you think i want to be something more?” he cuts me off. he stands up and starts to get dressed.

“matt. good fucking god, i mean you just have sex with me that damn near kick me out?”

tears start filling my eyes. shit.

“yeah!” he exclaims sarcastically “i do because when we established this, i told you i didnt want a fucking relationship. we’re just friends that just so happen to fuck.” matt raises his voice at me.

then the water works break. goddammit.

i wipe my eyes before speaking up, “okay then… if that’s how you want it to be, then we can end this shit right fucking now. im not gonna allow myself to be used like some damn sex toy.”

“wait.. y/n- c’mon i didn’t mean it like that.” matt tries to explain, regretting what he had just said.

“oh no. i fully understand what you meant,” i reply, now getting dressed.

“fuck..” he mumbles under his breath, but still loud enough for me to hear.

“that’s all you have to say?” i stand up after putting my shoes on, crossing my arms in front of the bedroom door.

matt goes silent.

“oh, what? we’re mute now? real cute.” i ask sarcastically before storming out the room. he follows behind me, trying to explain himself with ‘y/n this!’ and ‘y/n that!’ but i easily tune him out.

as i reach the front door, it starts to open.

it’s just chris and nick, i give a small wave and quickly pass by them and start walking to my house.

ill be damned if i ever let somebody treat me like this shit again.

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an hour later, i get a knock on my door. dear lord, who is it now? i walk over to the front door and open it.

matt’s on the other side.

“hey.. forgot your phone…” he says sheepishly, handing it over to me.

“mhm. thanks.” i answer. i start to close the door before he pushes it open again.

“can i… come in?” he asks

“why? so you can screw me over again? no thanks.”

“y/n. im serious. please?”

i can tell he’s serious, but im still hesitant.

i sigh and open the door wider to let him enter.

he makes his way to the couch, while i lock the door and follow behind him, but sitting on the opposite side of him.

there’s a few moments of uncomfortable silence.

“just gonna sit there?”

he lets out a deep breath, “listen, i’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. i didn’t take your feelings into consideration and i clearly wasn’t thinking in that moment.” matt explains sincerely.

“i accept your apology. and i understand, but now that my secrets out, we cant keep doing this. it’s just- not.. right.” i shake my head

“that’s another thing i wanted to talk about. it’s not that i don’t like you.. i do- it’s just…” he sighs

“what, matt? you can talk to me. we’re still friends.” i speak. i move closer to him and put my hand on top of his.

“ive been extremely busy lately. flying back and forth, videos, podcasts, everything. its just a lot to handle and im not sure im ready for commitment. so its not a no.. its just a ‘not now.’” he looks at me.

after he said that, i felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. i needed that sense of reassurance. but now i feel like the asshole. i should’ve thought about him too.

“that’s perfectly fine, matt. i can handle that.” i start to smile, “ill wait for you, matt. take as much time as you need.”

he hugs me and i can feel his face growing into a soft smile against my shoulder.

“thank you, y/n.”

4 months later ;;

“matt! baby, i missed you so much!!” i say, leaping in his arms as he walks out into the airport parking lot towards my car. i attack him with kisses all over his face and hug him just a bit too tight.

“too tight, my love.” he says almost out of breath.

“it’s not my fault, this is the first time you’ve ever left me like this! i just really, really missed you.” i exclaim, letting go of him.

“you’re so extra.” he chuckles

okay that first part was a partial lie, but it really is the first time he’s gone back to boston without his girlfriend of 2 months!

“can you two get a room? good fucking god.” nick says disgusted, chris nodding his head and agreeing with his brother.

me and matt both shoot them the middle finger and continue walking to the car.

he grabs my hand, “i missed you too, though baby. i was thinking about you the whole time. and…” he continues to tell me how much he had missed me and loves me.

best boyfriend ever.

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momo speaks (again) ;; ugh this was really rushed im sorry if it sucks 😭😭 BUT I GOT IT DONE. love you guys <3 hope you enjoyed !! TOODLES xx

tag list ;; @sturniolos-blog @mayhem-72 @hearts4chris 🍵

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flowerandblood · 8 months

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The Vanity and Variability (4)

[ Jane Austen • Aemond x Baratheon • female ]

[ warnings: fingering, kissing, masturbation, smut, sexual tension, angst, mention of trauma ]

[ description: Despite coming from a family with royal blood, Aemond is forced because of his brother’s debts to choose one of the daughters of the famously wealthy general, Borros Baratheon, as his wife to save his family from bankruptcy. When he arrives to make his choice he is distraught and discouraged, made all the more so by watching from the sidelines his youngest daughter, who seems more intrigued by his dog than her possible future husband. Slow burn, sexual tension, regency and Jane Austen prose vibe, vain, self-righteous Aemond. ]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in regency times (1805-1815). The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

Aemond & Miss Baratheon & Vhagar Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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She didn't suspect it was possible, but after the ball and the brief exchange of words that took place between them, the relationship between her and their guest had warmed significantly in her eyes. She no longer avoided him or held a grudge against him, they even exchanged short, polite pleasantries sometimes when they passed each other at home.

They occasionally came across each other during their long walks and usually then, to her surprise, Mr Targaryen did not avoid her by continuing on his way, but turned back with her, accompanying her silently on her way. Sometimes she dared to ask him one or two questions that she felt did not invade his privacy, but would allow her to learn something about him.

"Do you miss London, sir?" She asked one day, walking beside him with her hands folded behind her back, mimicking his gesture, and he hummed under his breath, looking around at the fields spread out before them, thinking over her question.

"I don't know. Maybe." He said in an absent voice, sunk in his thoughts. His answer surprised her, as she was sure he was going to start talking about what comforts he wouldn't experience here awaited him in London or that his family was waiting for him there.

However, he didn't elaborate on the subject, so she decided not to tire him out or draw anything out of him, recognising that friends should be protective of each other and understand one another.

The thought that a thread of understanding and a kind of mutual concern had been established between them pleased her, as she was no longer uncomfortable in his presence, able to place him at last in her mind as someone who was now part of her home.

She shuddered when she suddenly heard his low, thoughtful voice, not looking at her as the words left his lips.

"Where is your mother buried?"

She glanced at him astonished, feeling some kind of discomfort and pain at her mention. She lowered her gaze, sighing heavily.

"She's buried in the cemetery right behind the church. We're not far away, I can show you what a beautiful headstone our father ordered for her, if you like." She said softly, lifting her gaze to him uncertainly, convinced that he would refuse, that he had only asked her out of pure courtesy.

He, however, hummed under his breath and nodded.

For this reason, they turned onto a different road than usual, leading through the woods to the back of the cemetery. They entered its grounds through a side wicket, rows of old tombstones overgrown with ivy surrounded by the sunlight falling on them through the leaves of the trees. It was beautiful weather, perfect for melancholic walks in such places.

As promised, she stepped into one of the side alleys and stopped in front of a gravestone with a large statue of an angel with a woman's face, looking upwards with a raised hand.

She lowered her gaze, looking down at her fingers and saw out of the corner of her eye how, standing beside her, he made the sign of the cross and folded his hands in front of him, closing his eye, sinking apparently in prayer.

It made her heart warm to see this, feeling somehow that he was showing her mother respect in this way.

From the situation in the church, his approach was more gentle.

She closed her eyes, also deciding to pray, hearing the pleasant rustling of leaves and birdsong all around her.

She thought she wanted to pray for him.

So she asked her mother, who she believed was in heaven, to take care of him, to help him understand himself and make the right choice. That she would guide him as she had guided her through the difficult moments of his life, that she would watch over him in danger and moments of doubt.

She opened her eyes, feeling her heart warm at the thought, and looked at him, his cool, impenetrable gaze fixed on her. He lowered his head, clearly feeling that an awkward silence had fallen between them that he should break, but as usual he struggled to engage in a light, non-committal discussion.

"Please, sir. Don't worry about it. We don't need to talk. You don't even know how happy I am to have been able to come here with you." She said lightly, making the sign of the cross in front of the statue once more and turned away, walking slowly back the way she had come, turning to follow him with a smile over her shoulder.

He merely murmured and moved behind her, catching up with her step, looking around, admiring the beautiful old tombstones. She thought she felt some strange kind of peace in his company, quieting herself completely and appreciating that he was more careful with his words with her.

As they began to approach towards her house he countered that he would take another walk alone, and she nodded, moving away without a word.

He always did this so no one would see them coming back together.

He didn't want her sisters to torment her again.

He was really trying to be her friend and this thought filled her with a warm, pleasant feeling.

As soon as she stepped inside and pulled off her coat, Floris ran up to her, furrowing her brow.

"Have you seen Mr Targaryen? Are you trying to take him for yourself again?" She asked, looking at her reproachfully, Maris leaned out of the living room, listening to the whole exchange of words intently.

"No, I was at the cemetery. I didn't see him." She lied easily, recognising that the last person she intended to confide in was Floris.

Later that day, Cassandra and Ellyn insisted on arranging a walk into town together to take advantage of the fine weather, having heard rumours earlier that there were some lovely new dresses in Mrs Thomson's shop. To her surprise, after much persuasion, not only her brother but Mr Targaryen himself agreed.

Not wanting to frustrate her sisters and listen to the remarks that all his attention was focused on her she walked at the very end, looking around with a gentle smile, somehow happy and reassured that only she knew their little secret.

They were friends.

She saw him glance over his shoulder once in a while, seemingly just looking at the sights around him, but his gaze would focus on her for a moment, just for a moment, as if he wanted to see if she was suffering greatly from having to adapt to her sisters' moods.

The other thing that pleased her greatly was the apparent warming of his relationship with her brother. They often chatted in the sitting room away from the girls, sitting side by side at a small table discussing military and historical literature, which they both devoured in vast quantities, and she thought with amusement that if Royce had not been a man but one of her sisters, Mr Targaryen would have married him.

When they arrived at last they came upon a regiment of soldiers, among whom she immediately spotted Colonel Strong. She looked away, embarrassed by his words at the ball.

He had told her then, after their first dance, that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he would be most reluctant to let her out of his arms. If Mr Targaryen had not interfered, she would have burned with shame.

How could he say such a thing to a girl he was seeing for the first time in his life?

She swallowed loudly and forced herself to smile when she saw him pull off his cap and approach her with a smile, bowing at the waist, and she nodded in front of him, noticing out of the corner of her eye the impatient gaze of Mr Targaryen and Royce in their direction.

She thought he had told her brother of his doubts about him.

"Miss Baratheon. What a wonderful coincidence. I was thinking of you." He said calmly, a gentle, serene smile on his face, but there was something in the way he phrased the sentence, in the look in his eyes that made her uncomfortable.

"Mr Strong. It's pleasure to see you too." She replied as warmly as she could, her sisters looking at her curiously from afar, laughing, probably thinking that some sort of flirtation was just taking place between them.

Her gaze turned to Mr Targaryen, his face expressing strained indifference, his lips tightened, the gaze of his healthy eye directed straight at Colonel Strong.

"I see that you and Mr Targaryen are close." He said lightly, and she immediately turned her face towards him, embarrassed, ready to deny it right away. "If I were you, however, I would not trust him. Everyone knows why he came here, and what he has been doing in London so far with the Countess Rivers."

She swallowed loudly, freezing with her mouth half-open, her voice trapped in her throat. She shook her head, blinking rapidly, trying to put any kind of smile on her face that would hide how horrified she was by his words, how hard her heart began to pound.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean." She said softly, her voice trembling slightly, and hearing this he lowered his gaze and smiled in such an omniscient way that she realised he had drawn exactly the reaction he wanted from her.

"It was a scandalous affair. A much older woman who probably killed her husband to be with her lover and heir to a fortune. Well, the fortune is admittedly gone, but he still has his title and princely blood. He wanted very much to marry her, but did not get permission to do so. His grandfather decided they needed money." He told his story calmly, as if he were spinning some dull tale that might not interest her.

She felt pain, disappointment, regret, her brow furrowed in disbelief, her throat squeezed so tightly that for a moment she had trouble breathing. She looked towards Mr Targaryen, when their eyes met she saw that there was concern on his face.

She turned to face Colonel Strong again, swallowing with difficulty, and she grunted, holding back tears that were rising under her eyelids.

"How would I know if these were not only cruel accusations on your part?" She asked in a trembling voice, looking at him defiantly, clinging to the hope that he simply wanted to destroy his image in her eyes. He, however, chuckled under his breath, folding his hands behind him, turning his head curiously.

"I think many people can confirm that they heard disturbing noises from the rooms they locked themselves in during the balls in London. Though I assume an innocent creature such as yourself might not know what that means or what it entails." He said softly, and she felt a single, solitary tear of cruel disappointment and pain run down her cheek.

She didn't know what to do with what she was feeling, so she just turned tense and headed for home, heedless of her sisters' calls.

When she heard someone following her, she sped up her stride, not turning around, afraid of who she would see.

"Miss Baratheon. Wait." She heard Mr Targaryen's concerned voice behind her as he tried to level with her step, but she moved away from him immediately when he tried to come closer.

"Did he bother you again? Did he say something inappropriate?" He asked, grabbing her slightly by her arm, wanting to stop her, she however broke away from him aggressively, pushing him back.

"Did he say something inappropriate? A lot of things. About you, sir." She said angrily and they both stopped, breathing loudly, his gaze expressing consternation.

"He told me that you have a good friend in London." She whispered, swallowing loudly, tears one after another running down her cheeks. She looked away, glancing at the fields around them, shrugging her shoulders in a gesture of helplessness.

"It's in the past." She heard his terrified, throaty voice; she knew he was afraid of what she would do with this information. "I have nothing in common with her anymore."

She involuntarily laughed despairingly through her tears at his words, looking at him with raised eyebrows, he was paler than usual, looking at her pleadingly, his lips parted slightly.

"Do you think that is enough? That you would say that you no longer have anything in common with her? What would you say if you found out that Cassandra, Ellyn or Floris had a lover before you came here, on top of that, one you would have the pleasure of seeing among society after marrying them? I will tell you what you would say, sir." She said in a shaky voice, stepping closer to him, he pressed his lips together, swallowing with difficulty, she had the feeling that he himself was on the verge of crying for some reason.

"You would say that they are ungodly harlots unworthy of one look from you, unworthy to have any gentleman as their husband. You would say so because that is the way this world is made, that a man can take what he wants and a woman must wait until someone finally desires her, but in a way that does not deprive her of her honour and her dignity. However, you will not direct this same contempt towards yourself, you will not say that you are ashamed, you will not admit to my father that you are unworthy of his daughters, you will only stand proudly and say that this is the past. A past that would destroy any woman in your position!" She shouted desperately in his face, sobbing loudly, she heard a quiet moan leave his lips at her words, a single tear ran down his cheek.

"I am ashamed." He mumbled in a trembling voice, as if only now the weight of his actions and their significance had overwhelmed him, and she shook her head, distraught and disappointed.

"It's not enough." She mumbled with difficulty and turned, his angry, distraught voice reaching her from behind her.

"Were you as harsh towards your father?"

She felt something inside her freeze, she stopped and turned her pale face towards him. Only seeing the look on her face did his eye widen in horror, understanding what a mistake he had made, how he had misjudged the situation.

"What?" She choked out with a groan of despair, looking at him with her mouth wide open.

He swallowed loudly and shook his head, thus showing her that he would say nothing more, that he was wrong, that if he could he would take back his words spoken in despair and anger.

"What are you talking about, sir?" She asked him louder, feeling the anger rising within her, her heart pounding like mad.

"You should not hear this from me." He mumbled, lowering his gaze, another tear running down his face, his lower lip trembling, his healthy eye open wide.

"BUT I HEARD IT FROM YOU!" She cried out in a breaking voice, putting her hand over her mouth, trying to calm the convulsions of sobs that were breaking out of her throat.

He looked at her, trembling as she did, looking at her pleadingly, shaking his head.

She turned and simply ran away from him and from what she had found out.

Her father moved after her, seeing the state in which she ran into their house, followed her upstairs and knocked on her door. She locked herself up, sitting down by her bed and crying loudly.

"My darling, what has happened? Did someone hurt you? Please, open the door." He said pleadingly, knocking loudly, and she hid her head between her knees and cried further.

Her father had a lover.

A lover he certainly hid from them in London.

How could he?

Did he no longer love her mother?

Had he forgotten her?

She didn't leave her room all day, refusing to eat or drink. She refused to speak or see anyone, sad and depressed, not even Royce's voice compelled her to open up to him.

Late in the evening, lying in her bed in only her nightgown, she heard the sound of a door opening, someone's footsteps and rustling. She glanced behind her and saw that there was a letter lying on the floor beneath her door.

She swallowed loudly, guessing who the sender was, and wondered for a moment whether she should just tear it up and throw it away. However, she decided after a moment that everyone had a right to defend themselves.

She rose from the bedclothes and walked over to the envelope, grasping it in her hands, returning to her bed with it.

It was not sealed.

She opened it and took out two sheets of paper fully filled with small, masculine writing.

Miss Baratheon, I cannot describe how ashamed I feel after what happened today during our walk. I don't even know where to begin, so I will perhaps start with Colonel Strong's words about me, which, sadly, I must admit, are true. Over the past two years I have in fact had an intimate relationship with Countess Rivers. I write about this, as I have already mentioned, with great shame and regret, as this relationship on my part was an expression of my boyish helplessness. In my position, with my appearance, of which you are well aware, the interest of a beautiful and mature woman was something I thought I might never experience again in my life. This, of course, is no excuse, however, now, writing to you, I understand that there were no deep feelings behind my action, but the need to be desired, just as a child desires to be seen and noticed by a parent. I now recognise the deplorable nature of my actions and am ashamed of them, but what happened is irretrievably lost, as is my reputation in your eyes. I also want to make it clear that I deserve to be reprimanded as cruelly as you have inflicted on me and, in a way, I appreciate your honesty and directness, characteristic of a friend, which I am afraid you no longer consider me to be, all the more so after what I said about your father. Here, I must admit, I have nothing to defend myself. My behaviour and my words were shameful and disrespectful, all the more so when you look at the care with which your father welcomed me into your home despite the fact that I had come here to, let us be honest, beg for his daughters' dowry. However, I want to ask you not to lose your good opinion of him. I firmly believe that his decisions are dictated by not destroying your domestic tranquillity and the memory of your mother with another woman who would take her place at his side. After his words, which he has shared with me, I believe that in his eyes there is no one who can fill the void in his heart after his loss of her, and that his behaviour, understandably causing you pain and bringing you disappointment, is due to his loneliness. I have never before met a parent who loved his children so dearly. Even I, as a complete stranger to him, must admit with shame that Mr Baratheon pays more attention to me than my own father. You asked me some time ago if I missed London, but I was ashamed to answer you at the time that I did not. I only miss my mother and my younger brother, with whom, thank God, I maintain regular correspondence. To conclude this letter and my pathetic tale, I would like to apologise to you and assure you that I will understand if you tell your father about everything, I am ready to give him all the necessary explanations for my disgraceful behaviour. I also want to assure you that this is indeed the end of that unfortunate relationship for me and I have no intention of continuing it. I only dare to ask you to pray to God for my broken, empty soul. With sincerest affection Aemond

She read his letter several times, choking on her own tears, pressing her lips together to keep from making a sound. She felt hundreds of feelings at once, joy, grief, sympathy, sadness, relief, pain.

Reading his words, she felt as if he had poured his thoughts onto paper for her, let her into his mind, which had remained closed to others, laid himself bare to her.

Although she still felt disappointed, knowing that he was willing to open up to her, that he explained everything to her and apologised made her feel a little better.

She thought that he was now sitting alone in his room, broken and frightened, thinking for certain that she hated him, where in fact he had never seemed closer to her before.

She rose slowly, turning the key quietly in the lock and opened the door, looking around. She closed it behind her and ran barefoot to the other side of the corridor, careful of the bits of wooden floor that always creaked, and knocked on his door, wrapped only in her thin shawl.

She heard Vhagar rise from her place, and then someone's quiet footsteps. The door opened and he was standing in front of her in only his chemise and black trousers with braces, looking at her in disbelief, she noticed that his long white hair was already loose and she felt ashamed at the sight. She swallowed quietly, looking at him uncertainly.

"May I come in?" She whispered and he nodded quickly, leaning out and looking around to see if anyone had seen them, closing the door behind her.

Vhagar ran up to her merrily wagging her tail, wanting to start barking with happiness, but they both hushed her, Mr Targaryen ordering her to lie back in her place by his bed.

They looked at each other uncertainly at last, an uncomfortable, heavy silence around them.

"Have you read my letter?" He asked uncertainly, placing his hands behind him, looking to the side, moving his lower lip anxiously in an involuntary, nervous gesture.

"Yes." She whispered quietly, looking at her fingers, then back at him.

"I won't tell my father about anything." She added, and he looked at her with disbelief mixed with relief. He swallowed loudly, letting the air out quietly.

"Thank you."

They looked at each other in a silence even more awkward than before, having been in private with each other in a closed room for too long to consider it consistent with good manners, even more so when she was in such a negligee.

For some reason, however, she didn't want to leave.

She felt an overpowering shame and warmth at the thought that she wanted to stay by his side.

"If you wish, I can stay by your side tonight so you don't feel so lonely." She whispered quietly and it was only when these words, in her mind innocent, left her lips that she realised how ambiguous they sounded.

She saw his pupil dilate; he was looking at her with his lips slightly parted. She was sure he would answer her that it was inappropriate and thank her for her concern, but he said something completely different.

"If anyone catches us, you'll have to become my wife. You know that, don't you?" He asked lowly, and she felt heat between her thighs and some kind of pulsing, her cheeks flushed.

She thought he was just teasing her, that he would never propose to her.

"Hmm." He hummed under his breath as he approached her slowly, extending his hand to her. She grasped it tentatively and he led her to his bed.

She could feel her heart pounding, how inappropriate what they were doing now was, but all she wanted was to be by his side on this difficult day, she herself not wanting to be alone after what she had found out, which she could not share with any one else.

She lay down on the edge of the bed, sliding under the sheets, lying with her back to him, looking towards the window, seeing the clear shape of a crescent moon and stars.

She swallowed hard and shuddered when she felt him lay down behind her.

He did not touch her.

His warm breath was wrapping around her neck, making goosebumps run down her spine, something inside her clenched pleasurably again, she felt her whole body tense up.

What was happening to her?

She pressed her fingers against the fabric of the sheet, clenching her thighs and rubbing them against each other. She drew in the air with difficulty when she felt how her movement made a wave of pleasure pass through her, some kind of sticky wetness running down her skin.

She wasn't sure if she would be able to fall asleep.

She shuddered when she heard him twist behind her and grunt quietly, sensing for certain that she was awake.

"Can't you fall asleep?" He whispered, though they both knew that those few minutes were too soon for either of them to fall asleep, even more so in these conditions.

She swallowed quietly, gathering her courage and turned onto her back, turning her gaze towards him, surprise painted on his face that she dared to move so close to him.

"I think I should go back to my room after all." She said quietly, softly, fiddling with the string from the tying of her nightgown in a nervous gesture. She saw him looking at her intensely and swallowed hard before he managed to force anything out.

"Why?" He asked uncertainly and she felt heat spreading through her body, she had the feeling that her cheeks were burning. They stared at each other for a moment, both breathing heavily through their noses, as if they had just run somewhere very fast.

"I feel uncomfortable. I'm tense and I'm warm." She said embarrassedly, lowering her gaze, clenching her thighs once more, feeling something inside her pulse again as she said this.

She saw his gaze escape greedily downwards feeling her move under the sheets, saw his lips part slightly. When his gaze returned to her face he was looking at her in a way that sent shivers through her.

It seemed to her that his iris was completely black.

"Where?" He asked in a strangely determined, sharp manner in which there was no aggression but some kind of excitement, through which her chest rose and fell rapidly, she clenched her fingers in her palms, unable to look away from him.

"What do you ask, sir?" She muttered in a trembling, uncertain voice, feeling as if her heart would leap out of her chest, the place between her thighs pulsed and clenched, strangely hot and wet, she even felt a kind of discomfort and pain.

He was silent for a long moment, just looking at her as if he was fighting with himself, knowing that what he would say would be less than appropriate.

"I'm asking about where you feel tense." He whispered, squeezing his lower lip involuntarily as he said the words, they stared at each other with wide eyes, no longer breathing through their noses, but through their mouths.

She furrowed her eyebrows as if in worry, blinking rapidly, the feeling between her legs seemed unbearable to her. She thought she shouldn't tell him about it, but some strange feminine conviction told her that he knew perfectly well what was happening to her and that was what excited him the most.

She realised that she had never known such a feeling before, it was only his closeness that affected her in this way. However, she didn't know why this was happening or what to do to feel relief.

"Down. It's like a tickle." She mumbled out with difficulty, embarrassed, lowering her gaze as she felt a shudder run through his whole body, fingers of his hand that lay next to her began to rub against each other in an anxious, impatient gesture.

"It tickles you very much?" He asked in a strangely weak, quiet, hoarse voice from which a shiver went through her whole body, her thighs clenched tightly, she could feel the wet stain on her nightgown under her buttocks. She only nodded her head, helpless, feeling that she was about to cry.

She heard him swallow his saliva loudly.

"Do you want me to show you how you can relieve yourself?" He asked in a trembling voice so quietly that she barely heard him. She drew in the air loudly, not daring to look at him, she was so hot she could feel droplets of sweat running down her back, her heart was beating so hard she had a feeling he could hear it.

"How would you show it to me?" She choked out with difficulty, heard the quiet click of his tongue as he licked his lips, not taking his eyes off her.

"I would direct your hand. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural." He whispered, as if trying to convince not only her but himself that this inopportune, ambiguous conversation should be happening at all.

She breathed loudly through her mouth, undecided, wanting it and at the same time wondering if she should just run away. She recognised, however, that even if she ran away the feeling between her thighs would remain and she wouldn't know what to do with it. She thought that if he was merely to guide her own hand, to help her like a true friend, then perhaps there was nothing wrong with that.

She nodded her head.

She heard him sigh loudly in disbelief, his large, trembling hand lifted and placed on her own. For a moment he just stroked her warm skin with his thumb, as if to reassure her.

"If you feel uncomfortable, say so, and we'll stop. All right?" He asked in a trembling, low voice, moving a little closer to her, and she just nodded quickly, unable to look at his face, all red with embarrassment.

She had the feeling that her mind was foggy, that she wasn't thinking soberly, the only thing she was able to focus on was that unbearable tension between her legs.

They both drew in a loud breath as his hand slid down a little, pulling the material of her nightdress up so that her naked body was touching the bedclothes. She could feel it, however they were both covered by the duvet and could not see anything, so she did not feel completely exposed and tried to reassure herself with this thought.

She swallowed loudly when she felt his hand on hers again, this time he lifted her with a soft, respectful movement and together with his he slid her lower and lower until she reached her place of suffering.

As they both felt how hot and wet she was they let out a pathetic, high-pitched sigh on the verge of a moan, she felt his quick breath on her face, involuntarily his nose pressed against her hot cheek, and she pressed her temple against his forehead, seeking protection, help, safety.

Neither of them said anything when his fingers sank her hand into her own juices, intertwined their fingertips so that his skin ran over them too, a low moan came from his throat, as if what they were doing was causing him as much pain as it was causing her.

She began to breathe faster and faster and closed her eyes as, with each, circular movement he forced her fingers to make, trailing them around the spot from which the waves of pleasure were passing through her, her insides pulsed more and more, her heart pounding so fast she felt like she was about to die.

It wasn't until he hushed her, running his nose along her cheek that she realised that a quiet, helpless whines had begun to come from her mouth, her thighs spread apart in some natural reflex, her body arching backwards and pushing against their entwined hands with every shiver of heat that flowed through her as he teased her pearl again.

"− I − I can't −" She mewled helplessly as she felt the tickling between her legs become unbearable, she felt like her whole body was on fire, her hips began to move to the movements of their fingers, searching for any source of more intense rubbing. She moaned in surprise when she felt his lips on her neck, placing shameless, slow, wet kisses on her skin.

"− just a moment longer − hold on − shhh −" He whispered and she felt his words, the touch of his lips between her legs, felt something approaching, that something was about to happen to her, she pulled her hand away from his and pressed his fingers to her womanhood, wanting to feel him, him, him.

They both stifled surprised, excited moans, his kisses on her neck increasingly pawsome, he sucked her skin between his lips, leaving sticky, wet marks on her, she held her hand on his wrist as his fingers massaged her with a sure, intense motion with the loud, embarrassing click of her moisture.

"− please − oh, God −" Broke out from her mouth like a plea as she furrowed her eyebrows, feeling something like pain from the tension, and then suddenly came complete relief and relaxation, a hot, tickling pleasure she hadn't known before in her life spilled over her insides, shaking her body, her mouth open wide in a sigh of relief and bliss, his fingers carried her through her elation with slow, steady movements.

"− that's it −" He praised her, kissing her higher and higher, his lips clinging to her jaw just below her ear. "− that's it −"

She felt as if she had suddenly become lighter, her body soft and numb, her walls pulsing pleasurably, slower and slower, until her breathing had calmed completely. She felt his hand from between her thighs lay on her womb.

She opened her eyes, as if suddenly brought back to reality, hearing only his loud, anxious breathing against her ear. She turned her face towards him and felt herself shudder when she met his gaze so close to hers, something in his eyes that made her hot.

Desire.

Before she had time to say or do anything his mouth was already on hers, throbbing, thirsty, swollen, wet, her fingers tightening on his hair, letting him slide his tongue deep down her throat.

She had a feeling that this one kiss was more lewd than anything they had done a moment ago.

They pulled away from each other, looking at each other in horror, as if only now realising what had happened between them. Only then did what they had known all along come over them like a blade cut.

Overpowering shame.

She pulled herself together suddenly, adjusting her chemise, breathing hard, she saw him rise quickly to sit down, looking at her with parted lips, terrified.

He was afraid she would tell her father about what they had done.

"I will not tell anyone about this. Please, forgive me, sir −"

"− I −" He began, but she would not let him finish.

"− but I'm afraid we can no longer be friends." She mumbled out and literally ran out of his room with tears in her eyes, opening her door and locking it behind her, turning it with the key.

She laid down on her bed and began to cry loudly, terrified and shaken, hugging her face into her pillow, only now understanding what she had done and what consequences it might have.

She felt like a sinner and a harlot, a shameless empty girl from whom God and the whole world would now turn away.

She knew that from now on she would be cursed and stigmatised.

That if anyone found out about this, no self-respecting man would ever want her as his wife.

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dvmb-4ss · 13 days

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an ode to the end.

on one hand, house was rightous in his anger. he felt the most steadfast person who had ever entered his life was now choosing to leave, which was a reoccurring theme for every other relationships in his life (his father, stacy, cuddy, etc). wilson was supposed to be the exception, but he was actively choosing less time with house. and that hurt house beyond anything else that had happened to him before. of course he wanted wilson to stay, to choose the rougher path. he'd be in pain, and it would suck, but they would be together. there was a chance for MORE. and house was angry that wilson was choosing no treatment. he felt it was the weaker option. house screams "life is pain! I wake up everyday and im in pain!" he kicks and claws and bats at the notion that life isnt worth living just because it's hard. and then he scrapes "do you know how many times i've thought about ending it?" house has faught this battle, fights it everyday. but "how many times have i wanted to be left alone, and you [wilson] made yourself a nuisance?" house stuck around because of wilson. perhaps not solely, but he was definitely a significant part. so house demanding, conning, pleading, begging for wilson to fight - to stay, just a little longer - only makes sense. house doesn't understand why he isn't worth sticking around for to wilson.

on the other hand, wilson's whole life has been lived in by others. most every decision he has made has been for someone else. when things go wrong he blames himself. he blames himself for danny's disappearance, for amber's death, for house's behavior and the severity of his addiction. he blames himself for the loss of every single one of his patients, and he memorializes that sorrow and regret in his office, directly in sight so he can never forget. but then he's diagnosed, and he cant make sense of it. "why me?" he bitters. "i wish i'd been more like you [house] so then i'd feel like i deserve it." and it sucks! "Of course i dont wanna die!" but now wilson has one final choice. he can be passive in his life once more, waiting patiently until the train reaches its final stop, or he can assume what he claims is dignity. he can stand on his own two feet, making a choice thats about him, and him alone. it is in this last act of his life that wilson is finally able to say "i did something for ME." how cruel for his most personal decision to be his doom. how beautiful for that decision to be his most consequential one.

so, really, they are both right. like always, one will bow, the other will break. this time, though, house yields. there's a clock looming over them now. "how do we start?" they’ve got one more chance to get them right. (i sure hope nothing bad happens immediately after this that would keep them from being together)

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ANYWAY edit! been slightly more active in regards to posting my own stuff on here in the last few days and I figured I’d continue. Lmk if you wanna be house mutuals! I’d love to talk!! I edit, draw, and write, but I mostly just like to scream about them 😔💔

#hilson #gregory house #james wilson #hate crimes md #house md #edit #don’t they just make you ill #I tried to upload an edit on here once and it got silenced so ig we’ll see how this one goes over #this one got muted on tiktok last night :((#LIKE I THIUGH UMG AND TIKTOK HAD AN AGREEMENT AGAIN ???#DOES THAT JUST DISQUALIFY EDITORS #PISSED ME TF OFF #ugh whateva im chill #anyway these fuckass dweebs idk

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kooahae · 7 months

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After Last Night: Jungkook's announcement

Read the previous drabble here

The next chapter here by release date

Summary: Jungkook has something he'd like to share with his loved ones.

Pairing: best friends to lovers/established relationship,Jungkook X female reader

Warnings: mentions of drinking but other than that none :) super cute fluff this time around. and like usual ...they are so down bad for each other.<3

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: I promised one more fluff before the angst so just letting you know the next drabble will be a bit darker, but as always thank you for reading <3

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If these last two months taught you anything, Nothing beats waking up to Jungkook. He smells good, always showers you with kisses, makes you breakfast, and makes you feel safe and warm. Today you noticed he’s being extra affectionate- which almost seems impossible given who you’re talking about. You can’t complain though, It feels super nice to be desired all the time and It’s even better when the person loves you as equally as you love them.

“Wake up baby.” Jungkook plants a kiss on your collarbone.

“I am up. You’ve been kissing me everywhere for like 15 minutes straight. I was just enjoying it.” You reply with a grin creeping onto your face.

Once you open your eyes, you’re met with a shirtless Jungkook hovering over you. You drape your arms around his neck to be greeted by the biggest grin on his face.

“We have stuff to do today!” Jungkook states, his excitement evident.

You Just nod- You do recall him saying his mom asked for you both to visit this weekend. You’re not surprised either. Jungkook is a serious mama’s boy. You understand though. No one is as cool as Mrs. Jeon, but back to what’s right in front of you. World’s most perfect boyfriend.

“You’re so pretty at every hour of the day.” He says cupping your face.

How could you not want to wake up to this every day?

“I love you.” You state and he smiles.

“I love you too. Come on gorgeous, let’s start our day.”

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You’re finally finished getting ready, and you can tell you look great because Jungkook can’t stop complimenting you.

“I have the hottest girlfriend ever.” He says and you smile.

“You’re perfect and sweet, thank you, baby.” You respond, pecking him on the lips.

You’ll never get tired of that either.

“I’m gonna put bam in the car, then I’ll be back up to help you carry anything you may be bringing.”

You nod. As he walks out, you check your outfit one more time. Your top is just a basic crop shirt, your jeans are snatching you in all the right places and you picked the best pair of sneakers to match. You look great and casual. You don’t know why you’re so nervous either, you’ve known his family your whole existence. You’re just going there in an elevated role in Jungkook’s life, you’re still the same person they’ve known.

“Ready baby?” Jungkook’s voice rips you out of your thoughts. You nod yes and turn to him.

“Let’s go.” You say and flash him a smile.

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The car ride is almost a full two hours due to traffic, but Jungkook and you have been singing at the top of your lungs and pointing out the scenery on your way. He’s also been stealing kisses at every light and telling you how excited he is to see his family. You know Jungkook is his family’s shining star, so the feeling will be mutual for them. It always makes you smile to see them interact. Even more so, it makes you grateful to be cared about and included.

You notice you’re about 10 minutes away from his parent’s house, so you check the mirror and touch up your lip gloss.

“You look perfect baby, plus it’s just my family. You’ve known them forever.” He says gripping your thigh as he enters the driveway.

You gave yourself that pep talk earlier, it’s funny that it’s actually him saying it to you now- he’s right though!

“I know but I just can’t help the butterflies I feel.” You tell him truthfully

Jungkook parks the car and looks at you. “Are they because of me?” He says with a flirty smile.

They weren’t before but now…

“Yeah.” You say smiling at him.

“Yeah?” He asks one more time, raising an eyebrow still grinning and leaning in

But Bam’s barking interrupts you. -you almost forgot he was in the backseat. You both look and see he’s barking at Jin who is standing in the doorway.

“Come on pretty,” Jungkook says pecking your nose one more time as he opens the back door to let bam out-then yours. He makes sure he grabs your bag and his as well.

Jin is tackled by Bam before he can greet you both like he usually would. You would help him up but when Bam is this excited, there’s no stopping him.

“Have fun with that hyungie!” Jungkook states while smiling and laughing at his brother.

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“There’s my sweetheart!!” Jungkook’s mom yells out of excitement as she comes to hug you.

“Hi, Mrs. Jeon I’ve missed you so much!” You hug her back. You see his dad approaching as well.

“Just so beautiful and youthful!” She says placing a hand on your shoulder delicately.

“Um, what about me?” Jungkook pouts.

“My handsome boy!!” She yells mimicking the excitement she had speaking to you, causing you to chuckle.

You hug Jungkook’s dad and so does he then his mom asks for your help in the kitchen while he takes the bags to his bedroom.

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You and Jungkook’s mom have a great relationship. You always loved helping her cook dinner -one because Jungkook always comes into the kitchen super excited when dinner is done and, it taught you and Jungkook both how to cook. Secondly, nothing beats the little gossip sessions you always get to have with her before the boys come in.

You’ve been listening to her talk about Jin and his love life, she really wants to be a grandmother soon.

Mr. Jeon and Jin walk into the kitchen to sit in the bar area, so you guys stop the conversation- girl time is strictly girl time. Plus Jin would probably freak out and go on a rant about how having Jungkook as a little brother is room to not have a kid.

Everyone is just conversing and then Jungkook walks in.

“It’s so different being here instead of home isn’t it?” He says looking at you.

He’s so pretty. You nod your head in agreement.

“Oh, I knew there was something I wanted to ask about. We heard you moved back into the condo with Jungkook. What’s new with you since you’re single? Anyone pursuing our girl that I should be on standby about?” His dad asks.

Oh?

Single?

Last time you checked you’ve been in a relationship for two months…

You’re about to speak but someone beats you to it.

“Ahh, that’s why we are here!” Jungkook stands up and comes behind you moving the spatula you had in your hand and pulls you into him.

You tilt your head up at Jungkook furrowing your eyebrows- you’re still confused…

Didn’t his mom invite you guys?

She didn’t like Seojun, and from what you know about Mrs. Jeon, something you’ve known your whole life- she doesn’t pry too much unless it concerns someone’s overall well-being.

“I asked if we could come.” He says immediately looking down at you smiling. Rubbing his fingers over your eyebrows to smooth them down, a motion he does often. Telling you to stop worrying.

He also knows he would have been in for it if he was hiding the relationship from them.

“I wanted to tell everyone I have a girlfriend and that it’s someone everyone approves of.” He says pecking your lips.

“Mom, Dad..” He says looking up at them proudly with the biggest grin. Then he looks at you in the eyes.

“This is my girlfriend, She’s super smart, kind, and takes good care of me. I like taking care of her too. You guys will definitely approve” He says as if they don’t know you- he’s so cute. You can tell it was important to him to make an announcement in person. Which makes you feel good too.

Leave it to Jungkook to find a way to be outrageously cute.

“That is great news! Congratulations to you both!” Mr. Jeon says smiling widely

“Finally, now I can stop acting like I don’t know,” Jin says taking a sip of water, before he and Jungkook wink and send each other finger pistols.

“Sorry, it took so long for me to tell you,” he says once he realizes Jin just exposed what he knew first.

His mom? She’s super quiet…

“It has to be the best day of our lives…” She finally says.

“As parents, all we have ever wanted was for you to bring someone that’s at least half of her standard home…but it’s actually the best news I could ask for as your mom! My beautiful son has found an equally beautiful person.” She says grabbing your hand and nodding in approval.

“ And the best part is, she was here all along,” Jungkook says as he goes to embrace his mom.

“Let’s drink!” Mr. Jeon says excitedly.

You smile. This is your family too, always has been. You love it here.

“Highballs!” The males of the family shout in unison.

Yep- you’re definitely in good company.

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After a few drinks and eating together, you’re all sitting around telling stories.

“Who said the L word first?” His dad asks - he looks like he’s invested in the newest rom-com.

Jungkook smiles “Me! Do you know how long I waited to tell her? Practically my whole life.”

His dad just smiles and nods. “I was always telling your mom you both were completely smitten over each other. I’m glad to be right.”

“I said it first, I know our son!” She says lightly slapping his shoulder.

They’ve always been so playful with each other. You hope you and Jungkook stay like that too.

You all continue to play games and drink. Bam of course is making his presence known every few seconds he goes without attention from you and Jungkook.

Jungkook can tell you’re getting sleepy as you lean your head onto his shoulder while everyone continues to play the board game.

He tilts your head up with his finger under your chin.

“We can go to sleep after this, okay?” You smile lightly and kiss his dimple.

“Okay.”

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“Goodnight everyone!” You yell as you and Jungkook walk up to his bedroom.

“Goodnight, see you in the morning for breakfast.” His parents say in response.

You’re so damn lucky you think to yourself. You already know what you’re walking into when you’re here and it’s one of the most comfortable atmospheres to be apart of, just like when you were younger.

Once you finally change into your pajamas and crawl into bed, you watch Jungkook remove his shirt and change into sweatpants before joining you. You immediately scoot closer to him

He looks you in the eyes as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“What are you thinking about baby girl?” He asks

“I haven’t been in your room in what feels like forever. Do you remember when we snuck out to that party in 9th grade? We really thought no one would notice us trying to climb into the window” You smile, tracing his tattoos as you lay your head on him.

“Yeah I do, I wanted to confess to you that night. I was so mad that we got in trouble. It ruined my proposal.”

“Oh yeah? How would you have told me?” You say and look into his eyes. After all these years, they still have that pure, one-of-a-kind sparkle- always tugging at your heart.

“Now that we are older. I was gonna ask in such a lame way. I prepared one of those singing cards that played a song and the ending just was me saying ‘Ahhh___ I like you. So like me back please’ ” You both laugh.

“I liked you then too. I would have said yes” You say reassuring him and his card idea from back then.

You both stare at each other, enjoying the silence but comfortable aura surrounding you.

You then notice Jungkook is thinking about something.

“Kook? What’s up?” You say lifting your head some more.

“About earlier, I’m sorry for not telling you baby. I just wanted to have a bragging moment.” He says smiling.

“Bragging?” You say and he nods his head confirming.

“Yeah. I didn’t mean for it to take you by surprise… it’s just that I have the prettiest, smartest, loyal, hard-working, sexy, fun, and loving girlfriend ever. Of course, It needed a big announcement. I brought the love of my life home with me.“ Jungkook’s cheeks are slightly red from the blush creeping up on them

You’re sure you look the same as you hover over him and kiss him.

“You’re always making me feel special,” you say. Jungkook feels his heart start to beat out of his chest.

“That’s all I wanna do.” He says reassuring you, leaning up into the kiss before he pulls you down with him.

“We aren’t home.” You remind him and he smirks.

“ I was going to behave, I promise.” He says as you reach to turn the light off.

“Let’s get some sleep.” You say nuzzling into his neck, but not before he can plant the soothing kiss on your lips.

“I love you, Goodnight princess.”

“I love you more, Goodnight baby.”

You and Jungkook fall asleep in the same room you used to when you were younger. You’re so happy that the same arms you get to wake up to are holding you as you slumber. You’re even more grateful his family took the news well. You had a really great day, and it’s all because Jungkook never falls short.

You make a promise to yourself to always make sure to treat him just as beautifully as he treats you.

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nighttimeoracle · 1 year

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𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹

Were you brimming with curiosity for knowing how Venus would reward you next year? Not anymore.

Take a deep breath, look at the images above and choose the one which sparks hope in you.

I will post at least two other pick-a-cards this month, addressing your finances and challenges for 2023. Keep on the look out, gals.

Tips are accepted here.

𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝟷

You probably entered 2023 with hopes of finding true love and/or getting over your former crush, but you would be unable to leave a situationship that went on hiatus behind or get over a certain person quickly. You might feel stuck with thoughts of your past lover and like there's no one of interest paying attention to you. Good news, you will go out in a few dates with the passing months, and you will be meeting new people that could turn into new friends and good dating experiences, but your heart is missing the spark of passion around these new people. You might get mad at the thought you went heartless and would spit on the name of the last person you hit it off with yet nothing came out of it. You might get in this state of melancholy, almost giving up on finding love this new year... Honey, I swear everything is going to be ok. You got the 10 of cups in this spread, and if you know anything about Tarot, then you may recognize this card as good news and real love knocking at your door. That situationship/person I spoke at the beginning? They're coming back to you, baby. They needed some time to clear their thoughts and understand how much they wanted this connection to become something tangible. I'm not making excuses for this person whom honestly has poor communication skills, but they were/are definitely not ok. This person would crawl back to you after many sleepless nights and shedded tears, but their living hell is not over yet. I can't tell what they are undergoing, but you would see them looking like a wet dog that was lost for hours (instead of weeks/months) in a rainy night and you would totally pity them and let them in. You could've thought your feelings for this person died in their absence, but having them under your shelter and sitting next to each other, it would feel like the time defrosted itself and those mutual feelings were back again. You will feel overwhelmed by this whole ordeal and wonder why it's happening to you. Your person doesn't look like they can answer you either. You are reconciling out of the blue and you will be able to understand each other better this time. If one of you ever felt "invisible" to the other, not the case anymore. It's going to take some time before you can stablish a serious relationship with them, but do not lose faith. You and this person share one destiny and many surprises awaits you both ahead.

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𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝟸

Congratulations, this one is a sweetheart. This new romance is a blessing in disguise that you wasn't expecting to receive. Literally, "evolved love" is what I heard. This person is going to make your palms sweat and you would find yourself going quiet in their presence. You might not even be the shy type; that's your new person! They are usually reserved but would feel comfortable around you to strike flowing conversation and even share a soulful experience with you (looks like the artsy type to me). But you? Your confidence left home for taking your dog on a walk and forgot to notice you early. You would be standing there quietly smiling like a fool at your beautiful crush whom is getting heated about explaining something, but never losing their composure. They have a fable character and unconcerned nature; they almost look detached, but this person is passionate about their friendships and they would greatly appreciate your company that happens to feel soothing and refreshing to them. At this time your confidence is home already and it came back with reinforcements, which would encourage you to take solid steps towards this person. In the past, you might not think of taking this course of action without long contemplation, but this person not only inspire you love, but they also make you want to take some risks. Your fingers would tinkle with the desire to touch their skin, specially to lay a hand on the back of their neck as gazing at their lazy yet sensual eyes; they exude sex appeal and you can't help but feeling horny only after some minutes have passed in their presence (this person is going to have you all wrapped around their finger and you will not be oblivious to this reality). You're going to sleep together countless times and the sensations are going to be fantastic. They are a giver and like to take their time with pleasuring their partner and only after they saw their lover had been enough stimulated, then they would start focusing on their own pleasure. I know this person sounds like a dream and you're going to feel like you're with someone you genuinely like and oh they like you back too!! But you might not get into a relationship soon-ish. At least not this year. This person is not deceiving you by treating you in a special way and spending their only free time by your side, but they might hold some information to themselves until they feel you two are in a secure ground like the fact they're committed to a bigger cause, like an upcoming student exchange abroad or this person might actually live far from your city and meeting in person for you two might get into a real challenge. A sacrifice must be done if you want to be together as an official couple.

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If it is not going to be your slut era, I don't know what it is, lol. You're going to act more carefree and get in touch with your feminine side (in case you're a man or woman with prominent yang energy, then you're going be more alluring to others. Your pheromones are going through the roof 😂), therefore you will be more receptive as in getting favor of others and attracting new suitors because of your nurturing yet confident aura. 2023 is the year for getting a glow-up for so many of you, but I also see some of you were already hot but needed some time to adjust into your new skin and the pandemic's fin in order to shake the awkwardness left by the quarantine off. You're going to be invited to some parties and minor public events by your friends. For some of you it represents getting out of your shell, but for most it's a regular thing and you're going to meet lots of new people this year and your group of friends might slipt into two. Sounds idyllic since you would have one suitor per group. The first one has prominent feminine energy, so they may as well be a woman or a man with delicate features and an easy-to-spot mole besides or under one of their eyes. This person is slim, long, and graceful. I would like to say they look like a cat, but "creature of the sea" is what I feel more inclined to say instead. They don't talk much or rather needs some time for opening up, but this person is clever and has good manners. They are slow paced when it comes to dating, though. You might lose your patience before they come clean about their feelings for you if you're the anxious type. Second suitor is the cheeky and straightforward type; silver-tongue and boy-ish looking. They know what they want and that's your body, baby. It is the typical bad boy/girl and fun loving person. You might feel more attracted to them because of their fierce personality, but it's one risky bet since no one can predict whether this person might develop deep feelings for you and settled down for a relationship, plus don't let first suitor gets wind of it as they are more than the eye meets. Creature of the sea, remember? They are fierce in an different sense. They're self righteous and take romance seriously, so they would take it personally if they discover you're seeing some else and their possessiveness would lead them to dump you (even if you weren't dating in the first place). Choose wisely, my wild little thing.

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Magical girl designs for the bitb boys!!!! Yippee!!

+ some extra things and a long ass infodump under the cut

So! Long-ass infodump ahead! These drawings are like... set in/inspired by an original magical girl universe I have, and there's. Kind of a lot of backstory required for everything to make sense so I will first explain just general things about the world and then connect it to the bitb au thing

In the magical girl world, there are spirits with magical abilities that take on the appearance of animals. Nobody really knows where these spirits came from, or even what they really are, not even the spirits themselves because they don't fucking remember. All they know is that about like two millennia ago the first of them started showing up to earth but they don't remember where they were before that or even why they came to earth in the first place

An important thing to know about these spirits, though, is that while they have magical abilities, they can't actually properly use them on earth since they're not like from this realm and lack that connection or whatever. Now this is a problem because of monsters

Monsters are creatures from other worlds that leak into this one through what are essentially like. Small wounds in the fabric of the universe or some shit. They start off very small usually, but they have this very bad habit of draining everything around them of energy to get bigger and more powerful

This is, of course, kind of bad! And the problem is, when they're still very small, so before they become too much of a threat, humans can't see them! Because again, the whole 'not from this world originally' thing that also prevents the spirits from using their abilities! And so humans can't see the monsters until they've become big and therefore much more dangerous, and the spirits can see them but aren't powerful enough to fight against them in any meaningful sense!

You might be able to see how this problem is solved: Magical Girls

Magical girls (gender neutral) are humans that have entered basically a mutually beneficial relationship with a spirit. The spirits themselves can't use their own magic to its full potential, but they can give the ability to use it to someone else through a fairly simple process

Basically, each spirit has a fun little glass bottle that's also kind of their home. They don't remember shit once again, so they don't know where they got the bottles (spoiler kind of they're basically just made by Some Guy), but what these bottles allow them to do is transfer their powers to a human.

The spirit will go to rest inside the bottle for around a century, during which they will absorb and then expel the energy of the world around them to transform it into a magic liquid that basically contains the essence of their powers. Then, once the bottle is full, they will start to emit a magical energy that basically subconsciously draws humans towards it so a person can find it

Now even if a person finds the bottle they don't like. Need to become a magical girl. This is all fully consentual they can say no. But if they say yes, basically by opening the bottle and transforming for the first time, they will now have a magical connection to the spirit in the bottle they found. They will be able to communicate with it telepathically and stuff, and, of course: will be able to use the magical liquid inside the bottle to transform into a magical girl

Now magical girls are actually very interesting on the whole 'not from this world originally' scale. Obviously the person is from this world, but their powers aren't, which makes it impossible for like... the world at large to really understand them. Which is great, because it basically gives them a built-in secret identity mask

Basically, spirits don't actually look like just. Regular animals. That's just how they appear to humans and the world at large because their true forms can't really be made sense of. And magical girls get some of this when transformed, where even if their face and such are on full show, nobody can actually like... connect them to a person

Like people's minds will literally not allow them to connect the dots between 'this person looks like this' 'this magical girl looks like this' and 'this person must be this magical girl'. Like it is not physically possible. Unless you straight up see someone transform in front of your eyes from not a magical girl into a magical girl, or vice versa, or they just tell you their identity, you will not be able to identify them. Even if you're a magical girl yourself!

However, this also comes with a pretty big drawback. No person will be a magical girl forever, because eventually they will either want to quit, the spirit will get tired of their shit if they're really bad at their job, or they will simply run out of the magic juice. And when this happens the now former magical girl will become just another person, fully of this world and stuff

Which means their own brain can't connect themself to being a magical girl. And to avoid frying their brain with that, the way it basically works is just... they lose their memories. Not all of them of course, just from whenever they were transformed. Basically all of their memories get removed or changed to fit into a world where they weren't a magical girl and instead all the fights they were in or things they did were just things they saw or heard about

Now, once the magical girl has become not a magical girl, the spirit they were connected to will basically just start the whole process again from the beginning. They'll go to sleep inside their bottle, and rest until it's full again. Like I said before, it takes about 100 years for it to be filled entirely if it was completely empty, but it will obviously take less time if not all the magic juice was spent up (either because the magical girl chose to stop being a magical girl or. uh. you know. death is a thing. the monsters are dangerous okay)

And then, when the bottle is full again, a new person will find it and take up the role of a magical girl!

Now, fucking finally:

The blood in the bayou AU of this

A lot of magical girls work in groups. Both for the power of friendship and to have someone help them in a fight and just. Because. Sometimes these groups will form because the magical girls just have similar goals outside of just defeating monsters and sealing the wounds in the fabric of the universe (a lot of them will also have personal reasons for being magical girls, like fixing problems in society or what have you, the spirits know this and are fine with this (however. the spirits are completely amoral creatures on their own. they don't care if a magical girl uses their powers to just straight up kill people as long as they still do their job. so a lot of magical girls also end up opposing each other)), or sometimes they'll just want people to hang out with, or because their spirits have often historically worked together, or: sometimes they were just... already friends

And the last option is the one that the bitb guys have going on! Basically they were already friends, and then when they were like... 14 or 15 or something, they found, as a group, the bottles in pic 5. And they obviously went 'fuck yeah this rules' and became magical girls together!

Now a little bit on their specific details :)

Rolan's spirit is a little beetle guy. He has like a theme of, pretty obviously, a knight and his magical ability thing is creating shields. I took mostly inspiration from just like actual knight outfits as well as just pretty basic paladin characters for his look.

Kian has a lop bunny as a spirit, and his theme is basically just a princess thing mixed with some music elements. He can create soundwaves that do damage :) the main inspo for his look were pretty typical magical girl outfits mixed with prom dresses from the 60s (when they were magical girls) to go for more of a prom queen look rather than an exclusively like disney princess one

Rand has a pigeon :) his theme is a wizard thing, and his power is creating like false images and illusions. I tried to make him look 1. more aligned with Rand's maybe own personal current tastes and 2. kind of look just like. a homeless wizard. For lore reasons

Speaking of which! The lore!

The three of them were basically a magical girl group as teens, doing all the basic defeating monsters and helping people things. Until tragedy struck, wow, can you guess what it is, Rachel disappeared

Now here's lore that the guys themselves don't know but you get: monsters also have a similar thing as spirits where they have powers but can't use them fully. And so sometimes monsters, to use their powers, will basically forcefully connect themself to a person, and use them as a way to use their abilities

This is rare, because it requires both that the monster has managed to grow somewhat powerful without getting destroyed by a magical girl to be able to just hijack a person, and that the monster is actually smart enough to think to do so. Most of them aren't very smart, they're on the level of like regular animals in terms of intelligence. But! Some of them are smart

And unfortunately one of these smarter and didn't get killed on time monsters found and hijacked Rachel, using her a conduit to actually use their powers. Now to make matters even worse: this specific monster's powers are mind manipulation, where they can basically alter your perception of reality. Which. Uh. Also works on magical girls. And their spirits. And so what's stopping this monster from using its abilities to make it impossible to detect and spending almost two decades slowly draining the energy of the world and people around them and growing impossibly huge, all while being impossible to see or hear or feel?

...yeah. You might be able to see where this is going

back to the boys for a bit though, after Rachel's disappearance, things just kind of went to shit. Rolan got way too overwhelmed by everything and decided to quit being a magical girl. Kian also quit after graduating from high school so he could you know move away and become a rockstar and shit

And. You know. The memory thing. Obviously they didn't just like fully fucking forget their friendship or something since they were friends before and outside of being magical girls but still, they did both forget a lot. And now Rand is the only one that still has memories of them being magical girls together

(For extra angst: I'm kinda imagining that the three of them might have dated as magical girls. It wouldn't have been safe for them to do so outside of it, but since nobody could recognice them while transformed, they could be together without any risk of like. Ruining their own lives with it. But since Kian and Rolan don't remember being magical girls, and they wouldn't have ever done anything romantic outside being transformed, they literally don't remember the three of them dating. They remember having feelings for the other two but from their own pov it was like a crush / unrequited love thing that was never confessed and never went anywhere)

Rand is still a magical girl, though. He never quit, even if he barely does anything with his powers anymore. This is also why his outfit is the only one that fits his current style more, Kian's and Rolan's still look the same they would have when they were teens

Now the actual like story of the campaign fitted into this: The monster that hijacked Rachel has been basically draining Galloway, as well as hijacking more people but like in more subtle ways to drain them of energy. Basically imagine bitb but literally the entire hive is a single organism, including the like. force field around the town.

Rolan still comes back for his parents' funeral, except they are just like actually dead after being drained of all their life energy or whatever by the monster. (Also, instead of the whole faces in the water thing, Rolan was also hijacked and drained after quitting the magical girl business as a teen before he moved away. He kind of just thought he had very bad depression or something)

While Rolan and Kian are back in town, though, the monster kind of finally decides to actually start doing stuff not from the shadows, namely: kill the fuck out of Rand and also these other bitches and drain literally the entire town to become extremely big and powerful. Not great! Especially since Rand is absolutely not powerful enough to defeat a monster the size of an entire town by himself (most monsters are literally the size of like. a small mammal. the more powerful ones might be the size of a wolf or a bear. so. yeah. this thing is BIG)

However! Not all hope is lost! Because Rolan and Kian end up finding their old bottles since even though they're not magical girls anymore some of that link still remains. Now this doesn't bring back their memories from being magical girls but hey at least now the three of them aren't completely fucked! (They still are. Kian and Rolan both still die and Rand is left traumatized. But at least the world doesn't get destroyed!)

That's basically all, sorry for the long post but I did warn you. Also the pictures are, in order:

Rolan magical girl (as an adult but the outfit is from his teenage years)

Kian magical girl (also adult but old oufit)

Rand magical girl (adult, his outfit has kept evolving and changing throughout the years)

Their weapons

Their magic juice bottles (Rand's is obviously way emptier since he's been using it for over a decade longer than the other two did)

The monster but like it's actual main body that's connected to Rachel

The full fucking monster covering the entire town and basically how the hijacking works, it connects to people with tiny string-like things that it uses to drain their energy and control them

And just a cute lil thing of (teenage) Kian with Rand's magical pigeon spirit sitting in his hair because. Cute.

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kinokoshoujoart · 9 months

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scribbled down a relationship chart for the forgotten valley bros to collect my thoughts after snooping into their dialogue files, because i’m crazy over the barebones scraps of tiny interactions between them that we are given they’re a neat group of lads and i want to see them in lots of wacky situations together

rambling explanation and screenshots under the cut. spoilers for dialogue

gordy and gustafa are bffs and i love them!!!!!

they have mutual respect for each other… gustafa clearly admires and understands gordy’s art, and gordy seems to view gustafa as his closest confidant, he even gets you and Gustafa the new kitchen if you enter chapter 2 without being able to “afford” it yourself

they only really mention each other and don’t have anything to say about the other two boys

no one has anything bad to say about gustafa, which is exactly how it should be. blessed bard. it’s extra sweet to me that he’s the most well-liked bachelor both in and out of the game given one of the npc gossip lines your son can tell you— he grew up without many friends (in the original game the secret was that he was bullied). he deserves all the happiness in the world

matt opinions

matt shares his Opinions (slander) on gordy and rock specifically if you show him your kid with them, but has no slander for gustafa… his line for gustafa is instead just copied from what he says about the bachelorettes’ kids. so i count that as a gustafa win

i had to stretch to find any mention of gustafa by matt, the closest thing is that he comments that he doesn’t usually go to the starlight concert

i want gustafa and matt to interact!!! i want gustafa to give matt a tomato when he’s being gruff like he did with nami (matt: “th-thank you…..*blush* i already have ten billion of these”) matt also has lines about farm work being easier when you’ve got music accompanying you if you show him a record so i’ll count that as a very flimsy positive connection (matt IS friendly with gavin, due to frequenting the bluebird café, but is a bit reticent to make friends on his own)

rock opinions and social diseases

rock is extremely excited about hearing gustafa play music and calls him a wizard at the guitar and says he never gets tired of hearing him play. he also likes wandering over to gustafa’s yurt and listening to his music along with tei on market days (his most normal bachelor to bachelor interaction)

the only guy who gets no positive comment from rock is matt, instead rock goes to town roasting him in his fourth heart event out of envy for a completely imaginary situation and argues that he’s worth a hundred matthew’s (source?). he also likes to go into the already crowded farmhouse at night on market days and make it even more cramped, but he usually leaves right before matt gets home

finally rock has what i can only describe as a really odd one-sided crush on gordy!! he meanders into gordy’s trailer at 12:45 AM (AM) every market day and loudly, obliviously asks why there’s so much “trash” everywhere (you’re the trash, rock!!!!!!). thankfully rock is quite literally beneath gordy’s notice, however this seems to make rock sad and he tries to come up with wacky stunts to get gordy’s attention like drawing on gordy’s face and… holding his breath? (maybe, i dunno WHERE that dialogue triggers). he has a line celebrating gordy finally noticing him, i’m not sure what causes it though (for his part, gordy has no lines referencing rock)

finally, if you show rock your kid he will tease them by bragging that he was waaaay cuter at their age… but ONLY if it’s a bachelor’s child. rock your complex is so obvious that it’s more of a simple

in summary,

rock seems to think highly of each of the guys (except matt), unfortunately this manifests in him making really odd attempts to barge into their houses at strange hours and by trying to assert dominance in annoying ways. thankfully no one really notices anything he does (except matt)

matt doesn’t generally say nice things about anyone except cecilia (which makes the nice things he says, like about nina, more meaningful…) so unsurprisingly he has nothing nice to say about any of the guys, but he doesn’t have anything negative to say about gustafa. however he seems to want friends to do stuff with (he complains about how no one in the valley wants to go swimming…..hhhgg i am desperate to force rock and matt to spend time together. a friendship where you can’t stand each other but you’re the only two people who enjoy doing the same hobby so you put your differences aside and splash around in the water) like with rock no one really seems aware of matt’s existence except rock who is Extrwmely Aware to the point of knowing about matt’s crush on ceci, but unlike rock matt is not exactly jumping at the chance to go socialize with others

gustafa and gordy are friends with each other (and also both are friends with nami) and they support each others ambitions. i have no source but i’m confident that when gustafa visits gordy he’s also bringing him water and soup (he also visits daryl so i think it’s cool and fun if gustafa drops in on the local lost-in-thought creative hermits with hydration reminders and care packages)

#i really love all 4 of these boys i. i clearly have a babygirl but i am not immune to any of them #and each guy is not just standing out from the other 3 but also wildly different from all other bkmn men #the magic ingredient called ‘not designed to be a marriage candidate’ is the secret spice that makes me want to marry bkmn men #also this is why my husband needs to be set loose. please go outside and cause havoc honey you haven’t stepped off the farm since we wed #sos awl #bokumono #will probably make doodles based on some of the dialogue lines #gustafa (awl)#story of seasons #harvest moon a wonderful life #rock (awl)#story of seasons a wonderful life #gordy (awl)#matthew (awl)#sos awl spoilers #sos: awl #extremely sane posting hours #rock tumbling (sos)

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The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

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cypherverze · 1 year

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PART ONE

We’ve Come A Long Way, Baby

a tom holland imagine

You can access the part two here: PART TWO

PAIRINGS: tom holland x female!reader

SUMMARY: you reminisce the journey that both you and Tom had ventured, and how far the both of you have come, before officially tying the knot.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: hello, i’ll be posting an imagine for the meantime >< this will have a part 2, i decided to split this imagine in two parts because for the next part i want to solely focus on the wedding. let me know if you like it! enjoy reading!

REMINDER: this is purely fiction, this is a product of the author’s (me) imagination. this work is originally written by me, do not in any way repost or copy my work.

WORD COUNT: 3,500

WARNINGS: none, just pure fluff!

DIVIDER BY: @v6que

You reminisce the journey that both you and Tom had ventured together, and how far the both of you have come, before officially tying the knot.

The Meeting

You and Tom had met in London, you had decided to move to London to be more independent, you entered University of Oxford and pursued your career in law. You had met Tom at a party of a mutual friend, and you don’t know him at all, you literally have no idea of who he is. So when your mutual friend had introduced you to each other and your friend mentioning that Tom’s a famous actor, the look on your face was priceless because you don’t know him at all. You don’t know his movies and actually never heard of him in your whole life, and you were embarrassed. But Tom was really chill about it, he doesn’t mind that you don’t know him, it even made him feel better because at least someone treated him normal for once, and from there, you two had clicked.

It was months of texts and calls, back and forth. He was always away for filming and you are busy attending your classes and finishing your degree, until on your graduation day, he had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was the best birthday present that you had ever received. Since he’s a well known figure, you two decided to keep your relationship under the wraps, that is until a year into your relationship, you had been spotted together by a paparazzi walking around LA. Where you had visited him one time during his filming, and that’s when you decided to make your relationship public. Your relationship had been receiving nothing but support from his fans, you couldn’t care less about the negative comments. As long as you both love each other, that is only what matters the most.

Tom had already introduced you to his family, and his mother, Nikki, had never been more thrilled that he’s son is dating a very beautiful and amazing woman, she’s also glad that she’s no longer the only woman in the household. Suddenly, out of nowhere, it led him to question how come he had never met your family or know something about your family since you never talk about your family with him. He knew nothing of your family background, until he was scrolling one time on his twitter account and saw a post of a photo of him and you that he had posted in his instagram, that he was not dating an average person, he was literally dating an heir, on both sides of your parents. When he had approached you about this, you had explained it to him—he was a bit sad, but he fully understand afterwards, and on the very next day, you two found yourself on a plane ride back to your home country and had arranged a schedule for him to meet your family. He was a nervous wreck, but you had assured him him that everything will be alright.

When you had first introduced Tom to your family, they had mixed opinions about him. You’re brothers found it cool that you’re dating the Tom Holland, the spider-man, your brothers are a big fan of marvel, so when you told them that you don’t know who spider-man is, they educated you about the marvel cinematic universe and sat you down to watch a hundred of marvel films—which had been a lot for you to take in. They had questioned Tom’s intentions as well with you, like the big brothers that they are, but when they saw that he’s a nice and down to earth guy, a few drinks, and bonding over golf, they know that he’s a keeper and supported you both through and through.

As for your parents, they’re skeptical because they don’t really know what was Tom’s intentions with you. You had been through a long list of relationships, and each relationships that you had back then were only for convenience, they dated you just to use you and your family’s connections. You were privileged enough in life, you had been born with a golden spoon in your mouth. You are born into one of the wealthiest and influential family, you can say that you’re quite well known, but you never really flaunt it like the usual wealthy kids do, and you’re pretty much the darling sweetheart of your home country. Not to mention that you’re the only woman in your family, and your family is very protective of you, they want their princess to be with someone who is deserving of their princess. But eventually, they warmed up to Tom, your father had bonded with him through golf as well just like your brothers. They can see that Tom is a really good match for you.

You chuckled at the memory. Both you and Tom had been through a lot of ups and downs, it had really been an emotional roller coaster for the both of you, a lot of challenges, but you both had managed to get past through it. It just proved how strong is your love for each other, and that was when you had decided that he’s the man that you want to spend the rest of your life with, and Tom thought of the same too. You got up from your bed and sat at your vanity chair, there’s still plenty of hours before your wedding. You can’t help but stare at the engagement ring on your finger and smile.

The memory of Tom asking your parents for your hand in marriage played in your mind. You weren’t there, but your brothers were. The rest of the family as well, including your parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents.

The Stamp of Approval

You let Tom know that you’ll be flying back home to visit your family for a week, and he was okay with it, he apologized as well that he won’t be able to come visit them with you due to the press tour. What you didn’t know was Tom didn’t tell you that they will be having a press tour in your home country, so he was planning to surprise you, and he has a mission as well. That mission is that he was finally going to ask your parents for your hand in marriage.

He was a nervous wreck, he had been a nervous wreck when he had met your parents, but this time it had really intensified, it felt like his heart was gonna beat right out of his chest. Tom nervously fidgeted with his watch as he stood outside of the main door of your family’s mansion. He had been there for about a minute or two now, practicing his speech on how he was there to finally ask for your hand in marriage, which he had been planning for months. He took a deep breath and finally had the courage and rang the doorbell, the doorbell echoed inside your home, as he was waiting anxiously for the door to open.

As the door opened, Tom was greeted by your mother, who welcomed him with a warm smile and giving him a tight hug. She quickly ushered Tom inside, he stepped inside of the mansion and no matter how many time he had been in your family home, he will always be struck by the grandeur of your home whenever you both visit your family. Walls were adorned with beautiful artworks, furnitures was plush and comfortable. Your mother led him into the living room, where he was greeted by your brothers, grandparents and other family members—which were your aunts and uncles. Which he had not expected at all.

Tom, your brothers—which were very delighted when he came and squished him in a hug, grandparents, and your other family members had exchanged their pleasantries, then going back to what they were doing before he arrived. Except for your grandparents, they had joined as well in the living room.

“My love, Tom is here!�� Your mother had called out for your father, “It is so great to see you again, Tom! What brings you here today? (Y/N) is out with her friends right now, but she’ll be back by dinner. She also told me you’re busy with the press tours, so you won’t be able to come with her.” She asked.

“Hello, auntie,” Tom greeted your mother, when you had introduced Tom to your parents, they had insisted him on calling your parents aunt and uncle, “I didn’t tell her that we’ll be having a press tour here, because I wanted to surprise her.”

Your mother let out a gasped and squealed. Your mother is the biggest supporter of your relationship, you can say that she’s the president of your ship. She always post a photo of you two on her instagram together with your family, and instagram stories as well. Your mother is also the number one source of photos of both you and Tom that the fans are always waiting for.

“I also wanted to talk to you all about something.” Your mother nodded.

“Come, sit.” She motioned Tom so sit.

They both sat down on the couch at the same time, Tom sitting infront, facing your mother. Your father coming down from upstairs. Once your father is finally seated on the couch with the rest, Tom took a deep breath and straightened his posture.

“Uncle and auntie,” He started, “I came here to surprise (Y/N) and to talk about something with you as well. I came here today to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter.”

Both of your parents have different reactions, and your grandparents just smiled widely at Tom. Your mother squealed again, while your father was serious and carefully listened, motioned Tom to continue.

“She means everything to me, and I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without her. I can’t see myself with anyone other than her. I would be honored if your would allow me to marry her.” Tom smiled softly.

Your grandmother turned to your grandfather, who then turned to your parents and speak something in your native language. Tom felt his heart beating faster as he waited for their response, until your grandparents turn to Tom and nodded happily. Your grandparents approved of him marrying you. Meanwhile, your father turned to Tom, directly making an eye contact with him.

“Tom, throughout the years of your relationship with our lovely (Y/N), we have watched you and (Y/N)’s relationship grow. We have seen how happy you make each other, we saw how much you make our daughter happy. She had never been happier in her relationship, and it’s rare for her to see be happy in a relationship, which you know very well how her past relationships ended. We love her so much, she’s our baby girl, our one and only princess. Seeing her very happy, especially with the person she loves the most, it’s enough for us.” Tom nodded at your father’s words with understanding.

“You are basically already a part of our family, you have been with us through every family celebrations and family vacations. So yes, we give our full blessing for you to marry our daughter.” Your father smiled widely at him, standing up giving Tom a tight hug. Then your mother gave him a hug as well, and lastly your grandparents.

Tom felt the weight has been lifted off of his shoulders as he smiled with gratitude, feeling sense of excitement and joy. Tom knows that both of your future together would be bright and full of love. Now, he couldn’t wait to propose to you. Your mother stood up and retrieve something from their bedroom and came back down to the living room.

“Tom, grandma just told me that I should give you this,” She handed Tom a black velvet box, and he opened it gently, “It’s a family heirloom. It was grandma’s ring when grandpa proposed to her, it’s what also my husband gave me when he proposed to me. So now we’re giving it to you, I know that (Y/N) will be very happy.”

“Thank you so much, I promise to take care of (Y/N).”

“I know you will, son. I know you will. I trust you with my daughter, I know that you’ll be a loving husband to her. Also call us mom and dad, you’re both getting married soon.” Your father smiled.

Your mother squealed again in happiness, calling out your brothers and your other relatives as well to tell them the great news. They had rushed to the living room and sat down on the vacant couch.

“(Y/N) and Tom are finally getting married!” Your mother shouted, causing your brothers and family members to jump and shout in happiness.

Your brothers rushed to Tom and squeezed him in a hug, your brothers are older than you and Tom, but they can be a bunch of bear hugger, a man child as well if they wanted to be. Your family hadn’t noticed you coming inside, you stared at the scene that unfolds right infront of you. You can see your parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles smiling and cheering, on the other side, you saw your brothers hugging Tom jumping up and down, chanting like they’ve just won a game or something.

Wait…Tom?!

“Uh, what is happening here? I just got home and I returned to a party? Without me?” You chuckled.

“(Y/N)!” Your brothers yelled all together.

“What? Why are you acting like I just came home from war?”

“Oh honey, you don’t know what’s coming.” Your mother said, in which you looked at her in confusion.

“Mom! Shh!” Your oldest brother, Collin shushed your mom, and your mother raised her hands in defeat.

“Tommy? What are you doing here? I thought you have a press tour?” You gently smiled at him.

Your brothers had let him go and he slowly walked toward you. Tom hugged you, arms wrapping tightly on your waist, as you give him a soft kiss on the lips. Your hands gently caressing his nape.

“Surprise,” Tom smiled softly at you, “I didn’t tell you that we’ll be having a press tour here, so I decided to surprise you, darling.” He kissed your lips.

“Well, you did surprise me.” You giggled in the kiss.

“I’m glad, darling, because we’re gonna be heading off to Paris for the next press tour and you’ll be coming with me.”

“I’d be honor, baby.” You smiled.

“Good, because I won’t be taking a no for an answer.” You both loved.

It felt like it was just the two of you in the room, forgetting about your family in the background. You can’t believe it, you’re so in love with this man, and he is so in love with you two. You wouldn’t trade it for the whole world, you can’t see yourself loving another man that is not Tom. He has taken your world by storm, and your heart.

The Proposal

Tom had proposed to you in Paris, right under the Eiffel Tower. The reason why he wanted to take you to him for the press tour in Paris it’s because he wanted to propose to you there, of course to spend time with you as well. He had ask for Zendaya and Jacob’s help with the proposal, you brothers will be there as well for the full package support. Tom couldn’t be more thankful.

The both of you are walking towards the Eiffel Tower, hand in hand. You can feel your heart racing with excitement, you had been to Paris before, you always accompany your mother during the Paris fashion week. You basically know Paris like the back of your hand, but being in Paris with Tom is a whole different experience. In the city of love with the one you love the most.

You can already see the iconic landmark looming ahead, the steel girders reaching up towards the sky. The sun is already setting, casting a beautiful warm golden glow, and Tom knows that this moment will be etched in both of your memories forever. As the both of you approach the tower, Tom took your hand and lead you to a quiet spot underneath the tower. He turns to face you, and as he look deeply into your eyes, you can feel the wave of love, gratitude, and pure adoration washing over you. You are the person Tom wants to spend the rest of his life with, and he knows that he have to make this proposal perfect.

Unbeknownst to you, your friends—Zendaya and Jacob, and your brothers are just around the area, waiting for Tom to pop the million dollar question to you. Your and Tom’s parents wanted to be there as well, but they can’t due to their respective busy schedules. But they have them on facetime, so they are updated on what’s going on. Tom took a deep breath and began to speak.

“My love,” He began, “Ever since I met you, I know that you are the one for me. You don’t know how much joy and happiness you had brought into my life, and I can’t imagine my future without you in it or loving someone that isn’t you.” You already have an idea of what’s going on, you are trying to hold your tears.

“I know that we have had our ups and downs, a continuous roller coaster rides of emotions, but I believe that together we can overcome any obstacles that the world throws at us. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy, supporting you with every decision you make, and cherishing every moment that we have together.”

Tom reached into his pocket and pull out a small black velvet box. Your eyes widened because you know that velvet box so well, it was a possession that your mother owns and ever since you were a child, you had already been begging your mother to give it to you. But she always tell you that you’ll have it when the time is right. You can’t believe it. He opened the box, revealing the big beautiful emerald ring. The emerald sparkling against the light of the beautiful setting sun, gasping in surprise.

“So, my darling, will you do the honor of making me the happiest man alive and marry me?” He smiled widely.

You noticed your brothers, Zendaya, and Jacob at the distance, right at the back of Tom holding a poster that says ‘Will You Marry Me?’and your oldest brother, Collin, holding the phone, speaking and your two other brother, Nick and Philip recording the moment. By now, a lot of people are surrounding you and taking videos, which will probably end up all over the headlines and internet articles right after.

Tom hold out the ring to you, and you can’t hold it any longer, you let your tears of happiness fall. You nodded your head rapidly and you throw your arms around Tom’s shoulders, kissing him deeply. You both smiled at the kiss. Tom slipped the ring onto your finger, loving the way how it looked on your finger, and suddenly there were fireworks display at the sky, courtesy of your brothers.

“Yes. Yes, I will marry you, Thomas Stanley Holland.” You giggled.

“She said yes, everyone!” Tom shouted, and everyone cheered.

The Eiffel Tower stands tall above the both of you, which had been a symbol of your love and lifelong commitment to each other. A special place that you will hold dearly in your heart, and a reminder of the love that you share with Tom.

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