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l1tw1ck · 11 months

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Discipline

bottom!ftm dabi x top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 993 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Jealousy, Face Fucking, Cum Swallowing, Pussy Spanking, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Creampie

He’s doing it again. Getting all close to Shigaraki and acting like he isn't dating you. You're too far away to hear their conversation but with the way Dabi’s rubbing up against Shigaraki, you know they're not discussing anything innocent.

You stomp over to him and look down at the two villains. They both cower in your presence. Shigaraki realizes this is his que to leave and quickly walks out of the room.

“What is your problem? Do you realize that you're in a relationship?” You look at him with an expression he's never seen before. A mix of jealousy and anger. God, he’s so horny right now. “That was my last straw. Kneel.”

He’s equally terrified and interested to find out what you're going to do to him.

“Did you hear me, slut? Get on your fucking knees.”

Dabi falls to his knees. He’s never submitted to you before, it feels unnatural yet extremely arousing. You’re already taller than him but now that he’s kneeling, you're quite literally towering over him. He watches you unbuckle your belt and free your semi-hard cock.

“Open.” You order. He opens his mouth and lets you slide your cock inside. You grip his hair and start fucking his mouth. Dabi holds onto your legs for leverage, tears quickly falling down his cheeks as you treat him the way he’s been acting. Like a slut. He hasn’t cried in years and yet this almost has him sobbing. He can barely breath or focus on his thoughts, it hurts and his throat will definitely be sore after this. “You’re so much better like this..” You mutter. He’s finally quiet now, not acting like a spoiled brat. The only sounds he’s making are gagging noises and you much prefer that. Saliva drips down onto the floor in thick globs, he’s trying hard not to choke. You ram your cock down his throat vigorously, venting your anger out on him. He deserves it for acting the way he does.

“‘M gonna come, and you're gonna fucking swallow it, got it?” Your movements grow sloppy. You hear a muffled noise, assuming it's one of agreement. You shove yourself all the way inside of him and fill his mouth with your spend. Dabi tries his best to swallow all of it. You pull him off of you. Dabi coughs and breathes irregularly, trying to catch his breath. He looks up at you hazily, waiting for your next command.

“Get up.” You order. Dabi quickly gets up, almost falling over as he does so. You grab his arm and drag him to your bedroom. You throw him onto the bed and climb on after him. You quickly remove both of your clothes and spread his legs apart. Dabi expects you to fuck him but you have other plans. You rub his wet cunt almost lovingly before landing a harsh smack, startling Dabi. He lets out a moan, his pussy squeezing around nothing. You spank him repeatedly, abusing his poor, now swollen, pussy and feeling no remorse. His head is rolled back and he can't help but wish for more. Just a few more and he’ll come. But unfortunately for him, you stop.

You turn him around and raise his ass, sinking your thick length into his warmth. It hurts a little more than usual since he’s sore from the spanking but he loves the feeling even more because of that. You don't even give him a second to adjust before fucking him. His moans and wet slapping noises quickly fill the room.

“Sl- slow down~!” He rolls his eyes back. “Too much! ‘S too much~!”

You spank him. “Shut up, brat.” You ignore his whining. “You clearly didn’t care how I felt when you were flirting with Shigaraki so I don't care how you feel now.” You speed up. Dabi grips the sheets, letting out uncontrollable sounds. His throat is sore from before but he can't stop himself from moaning. You’re fucking him so roughly that his brain might just turn to mush. You convert all your anger into energy and use it to fuck the brat out of him. He doesn't even think to complain anymore, he just takes it. He deserves it. This is what he gets for trying to get a rise out of you.

“Shigaraki’s not your boyfriend, I am. Don't ever forget that.” You grip his hair and pull his head up, bringing him close to your face. “Got it? You’re mine.”

Dabi comes at that very moment, aroused by your possessiveness. “Yours~”

You let go of him and grip his waist, fucking him through his orgasm and overwhelming his senses. He sheds a tear for the first time in god knows how long and then he starts to cry. “..Dabi?” You slow down before stopping.

“Nn- no- keep-” He sniffles. “Keep going-”

You turn him onto his back and slide back into him. With his clearance, you fuck him at a slower pace than before and chase your orgasm. “Never thought I’d see you cry.” You cup his cheek. He leans into your touch. “I never even thought you could.”

“‘s…too.. too much..” He whimpers, bringing his hand down to his clit. He rubs it in circles, stimulating himself even more despite how sensitive he is. “so good..”

You smirk, allowing him to continue. “You’re lucky I’m in a better mood now.” You speed up. Dabi grins, his mind fuzzy as you fuck him. The both of you reach your peaks at almost the same time, Dabi’s orgasm comes first and yours follows right after. He moves his hand away and relaxes his body as your movements come to a halt. He looks at you with a goofy smile.

“I want to hear an apology.” You pull out of him and pick him up bridal style.

“‘M sorry~” He replies dreamily. “Won't do it again..”

“Good.” You bring him to the bathroom to get him cleaned up.

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aclowntiny · 10 months

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First ‘I Love You’ With Seventeen

Since Ateez got one & all! 😄 Warning: long post! 😂

S.Coups

Almost every time you spent time with Seungcheol and the guys, you ended up taking care of them somehow, breaking up spats or cooking for them or even just satisfying certain members’ desire for attention. Not that you were anywhere near a de facto leader- in fact, it was just like you were parenting them. And while that made Choi ‘Family of Six’ Seungcheol fall over himself, head over heels to show you appreciation and affection every time, sometimes he needed you to himself.

This was one of those times.

The jacuzzi water was warm as it bubbled around you two, arms hanging out the edge and glasses in hand like anyone high society in movies would do. Seungcheol nuzzled affectionately into your cheek, grinning at the way you giggled his name when his nose brushed your skin.

“This is nice, isn’t it? Just you and me,” he murmured.

“You and me and the moon,” you hummed cheerily, “it’s wonderful, not that I don’t love the guys, but this must be what parents feel like when they go on vacation together.”

So you saw it too? Cute. “They love you, you know. And I can see why. But I loved you first,” Seungcheol remarked, the words slipping out as he kisses your cheek, feeling whole right there with you at his side.

“Well, that’s good,” you replied, smile so beautiful Seungcheol didn’t even need to look at the stars to see a shine, “because I love them, but I love you more.”

Setting down his glass, Seungcheol swept you into his arms, pulling you for a real kiss as you both repeated your confession, warm in both the water and your embrace.

Jeonghan

Life was kind to you. You had the most loving and understanding boyfriend anyone could ask for. Jeonghan was the best listener you’d ever met, and while you were careful not to abuse that, he let you know time and time again that he cared, that you could talk to him.

So hesitant as you were, you had gone to him one night after a bad day at work, saying you didn’t want to dwell too hard but needed a vent, and all he did was pull you to his lap without another question asked. That day had brought dealings with a particularly rude person, someone who’d taken a low blow at your appearance and unfortunately chosen something you were sensitive about. As you rested with your head in Jeonghan’s lap, his hand playing with your hair, you sighed that though you had a lot of blessings in life, you just wish that one thing at least would go away.

“You know that says more about them than it does about you, right?” Jeonghan began softly. “You would never tear someone down like that, would you?”

“Of course not,” you replied instantly, no thought even necessary.

“That’s because you’re a nice person. You don’t feel the need to cover your flaws with someone else’s or feel better than them. Even if you are in my mind,” he joked, squishing your cheek and bringing your first genuine smile and giggle of the day out.

“Don’t worry about what strangers think, ok? Those things you don’t like about yourself? I think they’re beautiful,” Jeonghan peers down at you with a soft smile, dark eyes sparkling, “I love them. I love you.”

As much as people think of your boyfriend as some sort of jokester, you know he’d never joke about a thing like that. That fond look like he sees the whole world? That really is for you. He truly loves you as you are. Tears welled in your eyes, only to fall back as you reached up, hand brushing along the curve of Jeonghan’s cheek.

“I can say all the same to you, Jeonghan. I love you, too.”

Joshua

Joshua wanted to fall in love first. Wasn’t a fan of being flirted with, having passes made at him, anything that felt disingenuous. What he wanted was a reality, a friendship that carried through into the greatest of bonds, something that he found for himself.

He found you. Well, sort of. When he met you, you treated him like anyone else. Cared to ask him deeper questions, like what the meaning of music was to him or if he could have any one piece of knowledge, what it would be. Let yourself loose and were your silly, smart, kind self very quickly, and he admired your comfort in that side of yourself. Or the resistence to social inhibitions at least, even if it was a challenge.

He hadn’t even expected to really fall for you, but the more you spoke, the less he could help it. You two just made sense together, his energy calming you and yours encouraging Joshua’s fun side- anything to keep you laughing with him, and laugh together you did!

Selfish as it sounded, he didn’t want anyone else to make you laugh like that. He wanted your heart to carry him as his did you, so when you agreed to date him, confessed you’d love that, wore the bracelet he’d made you with his initial on it, his heart just melted. Much as you deserved your freedom, Joshua wanted to be a home to you, and now it was time to tell you that.

You notice he’s that much more loving to you by the way he looks at you, the way he rushes around to open the car door for you and the way his arm slides up and down yours as you make your way into the restaurant he reserved a nice dinner for you two at.

You know him well enough to recognize that he’s biting his tongue about something, like his whole mind is leaning on the edge of his seat as he listens to you, but you know he takes time sometimes to speak his mind- it’s just Joshua’s nature, and you can accept that. You love him, after all, and that’s part of that.

So you keep talking, joking around along with your boyfriend as he reminisces on something embarrassing that happened to him in high school you still joke about, and you remind him of that funny baseball game trip you took with your grandparents.

“I hope I’m as lively as my great-grandpa is at that age, the way he climbed over the bench!"

"Minus the mustard," Joshua chuckled.

"Minus the mustard," you agreed, "I'd like to be a mustard-free grandparent."

Grandparent. One word and flashes of imagination burst through Joshua's mind, wondering what you two would look like as the quintessential old married couple, how many grandkids you'd have- and here he thought he hated thinking like that.

“Ha, that's a great image- I can almost see it. I see a future with you, you know,” Joshua tells you, taking your hand in his, eyes locked on yours. They aren’t searching, though- all you can see is pure joy, reassurance.

You can’t help the warmth that rises to your cheeks. “And of course I can see you in mine,” you reply.

“I love you,” you both say at the same time, and that’s how Joshua knows it’s real- you’ve found it together.

Jun

Welcome to the longest day ever. As he trudged his way home, that was all Junhui could think. Travel was fun, but also so grueling between work, jet lag, and little sleep. All he wanted to do was eat something and crash. Then he’d sleep for eight to twelve hours and wake up grateful for all the experiences that were still a bit hazy in his mind.

As he opened the door, sweet relief flooded him, and yet it was the tiniest bit strange entering the solitude. At least until-

“Welcome home!”

He almost jumped, just barely managed to quell his nerves enough to remain steady. Turning, he saw you standing at the table, food laid out and even a little cake that said ‘Welcome Back Junnie!!! > ω <’ frosted on top.

He was grateful enough you’d taken care of things while he was gone, but making him a late dinner? That adorable cake? He wasn’t even upset by the break of solitude, he realized, because time with you was still going to feel like ‘me time’. And who wouldn’t be overjoyed to see someone stayed up late to cook just for you? No, overjoyed wasn’t it, he reflected as he fell into your arms, he was in love.

“I’m home,” he said, and as if it would make it real he repeated it, “I’m home.”

“It feels good to be back, huh? I knew a party would be annoying, but figured you’d need something to eat, so welcome home,” you told him.

As you separated, Junhui held you a bit closer than arms’ length, hands on your shoulders as he shook his head, chuckling to himself. “No, you’re home. It’s you I missed the most this whole time, (y/n). I love you.”

And the way your face slowly, beautifully drifted into a grin, your hands sliding back up to pull him in, Junhui sighed in relief and giggled with delirious, sleepless joy, knowing you’d found your home, too.

Hoshi

You and Soonyoung sat cuddled together on the couch, his arm around you as you chatted…or you had been, but that didn’t always last with you two. One of you- it was a toss-up on who, honestly- would inevitably say something that had you both laughing like fools, normal conversation and breathing alike almost completely abandoned.

Such was one of those times as you sat connected but folded as your sides were about to split in the kind of mirth that makes you feel worked out afterward. You often described it as the best feeling, so it was fitting to share it with Soonyoung, your frequently-cited other half. That was part of why you-

“I love you!”

It was as if he read your mind, the way the words fell so abruptly, spontaneously, wonderfully from his lips as you thought a near variant. You could tell by the sudden ‘o’ shape his lips took, followed immediately by the wide, adorable grin you loved so much, that Soonyoung hadn’t even known he was going to say it, it just slipped out in between laughs.

“Uh, well, that is, I mean-”

“I love you too, Soonyoung.”

“Ok, good, because I really actually love you a lot and-”

“I love you a lot too,” you cut off his stammering, hands cupping his cheeks and yanking him into a kiss that was also no laughing matter.

No flowers, no frills, but as you sat there making out with your favorite partner in crime on the couch, you knew you wouldn’t want your confession any other way.

Wonwoo

“Wow, this is beautiful! We’re really going out here?”

Out here, in this case, being the lake you rapidly approached, all but running down the dock to the little boat your boyfriend had rented. Trees surrounded the secluded spot, draping its reflections in green that reached endlessly for the sky.

“M-hm,” Wonwoo replied contentedly, expression bright as he followed behind you at a more normal pace.

"How romantic!" You gushed, taking in the sprawling water as Wonwoo extended a hand, gently taking yours in it as he lowered you onto the cushioned bench like a true gentleman.

"I know," Wonwoo agreed as he untied the boat, earning a chuckle from you, "I wanted a day with just us and nature."

Nature. Just like any life in earth, your relationship had taken time, nourishment, and care to grow. And being at Wonwoo's side was natural for you; his presence was calming, but not stifling. Joy, excitement, laughter all bubbled up, but not with the same tension, you reflected as you cut further across the blue expanse.

"What are you thinking about?" Wonwoo asks, a hand still guiding your vessel, palming the controls effortlessly. Not that you were staring or anything.

You lean on the side of the boat, watching the water ever so slightly part. "How you bring out the best in me."

"You?" Wonwoo breathed as you eased to a stop. "You bring out the best in me. Pull me out of my shell. Sometimes it feels easier to stay in the background, just take it all in. Sometimes I would wonder if I would ever truly catch the eye of someone who sees me. And when I'm with you, I feel interesting. I feel light. Happy, like everything around me is clear. When we're together, I'm whole, simple as that. I wanted to have this moment to tell you I love you, (y/n)." As he said 'this moment', his hand waved over the tree-lined horizon, emphasizing the pinkening sunset tinting the clouds like watercolor over the forest.

No rush had ever overcome your heart like that. You wanted to cut the tension with something silly, exclaim in surprise, but neither of you deserved that. This truly was a moment to enjoy, one of life's blessings to live in your heart whenever you needed gratitude, you thought as you peered into Wonwoo's eyes.

See? Totally balanced energy. Reaching over, you rested your hand over his.

"I couldn't agree more. I guess this is a pretty good moment to tell you I love you, too," you reply with a smile that only widens his.

Woozi

It was really such a surprise. Jihoon hadn't expected you to push your way into his heart, not when he'd thought those doors were still shut for a long time to come. And even just the way that he was, busy and not exactly of social personality, he hadn't exactly been planning on falling in love.

But that's the thing with love- one didn't exactly plan on it. You kept things up even when he thought he was being awkward, showed genuine interest in his passions, supported him, built onto it with small ideas that had him inspired even though they were just offhand comments to you. You could read him so well, even when he thought he needed to act. He didn't. You told him so. And being with someone so introverted, you learned well how to sacrifice big activities and nights out if you even wanted them that often.

"As long as I'm with you," you'd say with a smile, and that small, small phrase had looped its way around Jihoon's brain. Somehow, it said everything he wanted to say.

As long as I'm with you.

He didn't want to do it in the studio- you'd spent enough time there for him as it was. No need to do everything in his workplace, not when this was an us thing. So he went over to yours, the space that belonged to you and less frequently housed your time together for myriad reasons, though it felt right. He ordered your favorite for dinner, let you choose what you two would watch, correctly guessing it was going to be your favorite movie. Comfort movie, you always called it. Comfort person, he always called you.

You got the delivery, he threw the blankets down. You played the DVD, he laughed at every joking comment and impression you did even if you did them every time. Doing separate things, but you two were in total sync.

But finally, you spoke outside of the screen. "I-I really like spending time together here, too. I'm glad you were able to make it."

Your shy smile had Jihoon's heart doing loop-de-loops- maybe you were worried he'd think you were imposing? You were not.

"Of course," he replied, hand resting over yours as his eyes studied your beautiful features, features that had inspired more than a few lyrics, even if some got tossed in the end, "you do a lot for me, it's only right I do it for you. It's not always easy, but you're such a trooper. I love you, you know."

It shouldn’t be a big deal. You could feel it already, right? Seokmin tried his best every day for it to show, to create a world where you could bask in the feeling of it like the gift you were.

So why did it seem so hard to tell you he loves you?

Maybe because of his personality- you had to know it was in earnest, not just a joke, not him trying to be cute. His heart beating faster whenever he saw you, the strength you gave him to do anything because you believed in him, and he wished you guys could swap eyes to see how beautiful and precious you were to him.

Wait, so just…say all of that? Maybe too lengthy despite its verity. Maybe something he could practice? No, no script for this, just his heart held out to you. And maybe, just maybe, you’d see he means it if he’s serious, if you’re standing in your favorite place as he says it, somewhere he’d go every day if it made you smile.

And so he takes you there, practically just waving a hand at the potential time and expense if you bring it up. You're worth it, he tells you. All he wants is to have fun with you, you know. To share in something that makes you you.

Your face lights up as soon as you set foot in your favorite destination. “Seriously, I can’t thank you enough! Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

The look in your eyes as you swivel to face him unleashes something, a soaring in his chest that he can no longer ignore- he wonders how he could have for so long. Like a wave crashing on a sea-bound rock, the words burst forth.

“Because I love you.”

Seokmin just, just gets in a glimpse of the way your eyes widen, shine even brighter if that’s possible, before you’re launching into his arms, giggling “I love you, too”.

Mingyu

He wanted to tackle you. He wanted to scoop you up and fly you off to some private island and tell you it’s yours, he’d give you the world if he could. But that’s just how dramatic love made Kim Mingyu. As it was, not really an option. And he knew you- that’s not what you’d want, and this was one hundred percent beyond a shadow of a doubt all about you.

But that was it, the gloves were…well, on, actually, as Mjngyu made his way into the kitchen for something that would be much more your speed. Something that, funny as the mental image would be, would not earn him a smack on the chest or a complaint about time and money. Just the thought made him smile. Pretty much any thought of you made Mingyu smile, even on days he wanted to cry, days where being his kind self took work.

And that was how he knew.

“Alright, alright, let’s see!” You laughed as your boyfriend took you by the shoulders, practically jogging you down the hall in excitement that took over you like the happiest of viruses. “What is it? You’re acting like you won the lottery!”

“I did,” he murmured into your ear as you rounded the corner, taking in all that he had set up for you.

The table perfectly set, a gorgeous vase of flowers and two candles a respectable distance from them as centers. Plates, cups, a wine bottle, dishes all at the ready for the meal set just where you could see it- a favorite from your home, clearly handmade.

“Mingyu, you-”. Your voice failed you momentarily beneath your ballooning heart, “how did you know to make this?”

“Got the recipe from your family,” he replied, and you swooned even more with mirth at the pride you heard in his voice, envisioning it even before you turned around to take in the real thing. Just as you thought he was standing quite straight, shoulders out and handsome grin flashing in victory.

“All this for-”

“For you, yes,” he took your hand, gazing into your eyes in the blinding way that always made your knees a bit weak, “I hope it shows. I couldn’t think of a better way to tell you I love you. …And believe me, I thought about it a lot.”

And there he was, sweet and innocent and wonderful as ever despite the bravado that made you laugh, shaking your head in utter wonder as you fell into his arms, feeling them close around you and trace your back in a way that said I’m never letting you go.

“Mingyu, I love you, too. So much.”

The8

Love is something Minghao considers often. Platonic, familial love that keeps him moving forward when things get difficult. The special love he shares with his friends that can keep him smiling in a hard time, laughing at nothing on a fishing trip or bouncing on a stage with his dear bandmates no matter how hot the weather is. The love fans have, whether that's a real love or not- much contemplation went into that area, what was the feeling of possession versus what was love.

Romantic love? Sure, he thought about that, too, and the answer to any doubts on that subject was modeled by none other than his parents, the way they raised him and brought each other's spirits up with full hearts you could just see in their eyes.

And he saw it in his own when he was with you. It was a truth as evident as the nose on his face or the color of his walls, and it's within those walls that the words slip forth. During a simple moment at home, just seeing you standing in his kitchen cracking eggs into a pan in the morning and all feels right in Minghao's world. It was you he wanted this life with, this home, this synergy. And the thought of bringing up a little mini-you? He was surprised how fast his heart beat at the thought.

Shuffling in behind you, he wrapped his arms around your middle as you cooked, feeling your cheek rise in a smile against his head and smiling right back.

"Good morning," you said, "It's a new day."

And those words of yours were like divine intervention, just another piece of proof you two were operating on the same frequency. "Good morning. It is. I'm so thankful for this day, when I can tell you how much I love you."

Seungkwan

"The beach wasn't the surprise?" You burst out incredulously.

Seungkwan had already brought you to gorgeous shores, the sound of waves crashing washing away worry, faithlessness, restlessness from your heart. There you'd both strolled for who knew how long, chatting idly, trading seashells, laughing lots as always, not a cloud in your physical or metaphorical skies.

And then he tells you he has a surprise for you.

At your question, he shakes his head, smiling shyly. "No, but I wanted to have this day with you. To make you happy and have a beautiful place for it all.

"You're so sweet!" As is their habit, as if they have a mind of their own, your arms find their way around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

Seungkwan melts into your touch, leaning forward just so until your foreheads touch. He stays like that a moment, hands on you as well, as if soaking in your warmth to carry with him. Then his arms are sliding down, gently unlocking from the embrace, though his hand gives yours a squeeze on the way out.

And he starts singing. That voice of his- you could never get enough, your eyes fluttering in threats to shut in bliss at the sound of it, and yet you want to stare, to drink in the sight. The words are familiar as home even though it's been a while since you've heard them, and your face immediately goes alight.

"I know this song," you remark quietly with a smile, watching the corners of Seungkwan's lips rise happily as he continued pouring forth sweet words.

It's a love song, probably about ten years old, and boy does it bring back memories of a simpler time, of wild imaginings of love as only conjured by a blissfully ignorant, sweet innocent mind. Back then, love could be whatever you wanted it to be. And right now, that idea doesn't seem so far off. Not when you have someone as encouraging, as faithful, as comforting and completely in tune with you as Seungkwan at your side. The man standing before you truly believes you can be anything and will do anything to help you achieve it.

As the last notes resound across your heart like carven sheet music, you're almost frozen to the spot, bare feet starting to sink into the sand as you grin dreamily.

"You remember that song?"

"Remember it?" You light up further, hands clasped. "I love that song! I used to insist it would be my wedding song when I was fifteen!"

"I wanted to learn it for you," Seungkwan continues, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with one hand while the other grabs for yours, "to make a moment worthy of telling you I love you."

Seungkwan could have told you he loved you in a McDonald's parking lot and your answer would have been the same, but his heart, his eye for detail, his sheer showmanship and yet humility blew you away. Your heart beat faster just for him as you raised your joined hands to your lips, hoping he felt the flutter too.

"Well, today was perfect. And even if it wasn't, I would still love you just as much. Which is a lot."

You considered saying more, but all that escaped you was a yelp as Seungkwan's hands fell to your back, dropping you suddenly in a dip as he kissed you at the sea's edge.

Vernon

He was usually so low-key.

Such thoughts are all you have as Vernon spoils you with a rooftop dinner, visions of the city surrounding your solitary peak on all sides. Neither of you dressed up often, but there you were, up to the nines at this gorgeous place you didn't even know you earned. Not that that was a good way to think. Knowing him as well as you did, you could hear Vernon brushing off thoughts like that. Sure you did, he'd say, you worked hard and he always wanted to care for you if he could. He was such a sweetheart. You wanted to carry his burdens, too, felt lighter and calmer around him. You loved him, but would that be too intense?

Either way, you didn't let such musings color your date stiff. Vernon talked about a movie he had just watched with Jeonghan and Seungkwan, giving his critiques but ultimately praising the romantic plot, how the love was so pure.

"The main male lead? He'd do anything for his love interest. He's willing to give up so much for her, and when she's ready to do the same? It's corny, but there's something so human about it. You know?"

"I do," you nod, leaning your hand on your chin, forgetting anything about elbows on the table as you gaze fondly at the object of your affection. You loved how he talked when he gave his little movie reviews, the passion in his eyes, the flowers in his words.

"It made me realize I'd do the same for you," Vernon continued, dark eyes softening into yours, melting your entire chest cavity to joyous mush.

Unable to help it any longer, you lean forward, connecting your lips with his, which move just as eagerly. The kiss is fast, but sweet, gentle brushes speaking just as much as Vernon’s sentiments.

“I would do it for you, too,” you breathe as the two of you separate, grinning like adorable fools beneath twinkling white lights.

“I came up here tonight because I wanted to tell you something,” Vernon adds, eyes never leaving yours, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Dino

Googling romantic date ideas had hit a jackpot, Chan thought as he whipped his arms, spreading the softest blanket he could find down.

“Tell me when I can look!” You called from some distance away as he laid the basket gently, almost tenderly down, feeling tense and turning twice just to make sure it didn’t drop or tip. Everything had to be perfect.

“In a minute,” he called back, grinning widely with joy, anticipation, even a hint of pride, “I’m almost finished, ok?”

“Ok!”

Chan’s heart swelled. You sounded so excited, too, joyful in voice and mannerism as you waited on the grass, back turned to him as he propped up the finishing touches.

“Alright, come here!” All but jogging over to you, Chan slung a hand over your shoulder. “Turn around, gorgeous.”

“Chan!” You giggled his name, reaching up to his his shoulder. He didn’t always talk like that, but praise and endearment were all his brain could come up with. You made him giddy, and for once there was no one around to tease him if he looked like a fool. And love was certainly making a happy fool of him.

When you turned around with him, your jaw dropped, widening to a slack smile at the sight Chan laid out for you. Upon the soft blanket he'd placed not just a picnic basket, but a chilled bottle of champagne, twin glasses, a pair of cute little bright solar lanterns, and a freshly wrapped bouquet of flowers.

"You did all this for me?"

"And no one else," he replied, arm still around you, guiding you as you both lowered into seated positions on the blanket.

"I feel so spoiled," you gushed as he handed you the flowers, smiling at the way you cradled them with gusto.

"You should," Chan grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I love you."

Flowers, glittering lanterns, and even food and wine forgotten for the moment, you knocked him on the blanket for a passionate kiss that spoke it all back.

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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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For the one word prompt ♥️

Eddie, friendship, angst (i feel like being sad tn lol)

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

“So, that happened.” Eddie’s knuckles rapped against his knees, an obvious sign of nerves.

The two of you were in Nancy Wheeler’s basement, surrounded by junk food and atrocious party hats to celebrate Argyle’s birthday. Pizza had arrived a couple of minutes ago, and everyone had suddenly decided eating upstairs was more appealing. Everyone, except you.

Your stomach was still turning from the event that took place three days ago. That, coupled with the other person involved also being in attendance of your friend group’s get together made for some unsettling waves in your belly. Some alone time would have been beneficial.

Then Eddie came back down before the rest of them and you wanted to die.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered out, gaze focused on the television where Kim Carnes was so aesthetically crooning out about Bette Davis’ eyes, “I didn’t think they’d actually do it. Pretty sure they shaved a couple of years off their lifespan.”

Jonathan and Argyle, both cross faded, decided it would be a good idea to see who could handle eating a spoonful of salt better. Jonathan had coughed his out and stated his chest hurt.

“You know I wasn’t talking about that.”

You could feel the heavy weight of his gaze, face heating up while you picked at your nail polish.

When you didn’t say anything else, you heard him sigh and sink further into his chair.

“We slept together, Bits. That’s a pretty big fucking deal.”

Oh god. Why’d he have to say it outloud?

“I know, I was there.” You snapped, recalling how you’d gone over to his trailer to return a cassette of his—like you’d done a hundred damn times—with not a single fucking ulterior motive, and ended sweaty, naked and plastered to Eddie well into the night and early morning.

See, you had no trouble blowing a single moment of weakness over, that wouldn’t destroy your friendship. Make it a little awkward for a couple of days, but you’d be fine.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t been a single time. The two of you had reached for each other throughout the night and he’d been inside you for a large majority of that time.

You’d internally freaked the fuck out when you woke up, but Eddie was a heavy sleeper so you’d been able to make a quiet escape. Once you realized how much trouble that could have caused, you’d gone back over to Eddie’s only to see Steve’s car parked out front, and you’d overheard the conversation between the two through his open bedroom window, with Eddie stating he’d been glad you left in the morning.

You didn’t stick around after that.

“Not for long,” came his catty reply and you finally glared at him to find him already scowling right back; eyebrows pinched, chocolate brown eyes hardened and irritation written clearly all over his face.

“What do you want me to say? We both already know it shouldn’t have happened, so why talk about it?”

Eddie felt a sharp pang in his chest, but he refused to allow you to see how vulnerable he really was, not if you’d be breaking his heart tonight.

He’d been ecstatic when it happened, when you kept wanting him. The group would constantly tease him about you, all of them sure you would inevitably get together but Eddie was a pessimist. You’d been friends for a while and yeah—sometimes, it felt like you wanted the hugs the two of you would exchange to last as long as he did, but he never caught you staring. It was always the other way around and his wishful thinking would only get him hurt.

Then it wasn’t wishful, not that night. All Eddie knew was bliss and the pessimist in him was happy to retire until he’d woken up and you were gone. He felt a mixture of emotions and called Steve over to vent; while he was somewhat relieved you’d gone home—simply because he was terrified he would have said something stupid by talking out of his ass with nerves and end up driving you away—Eddie was eager to see you again but anxious on what to say.

With the pep talk from Steve, and how the two of you were obviously meant to be if the universe had finally brought you together like this, Eddie was ready for the talk.

Except, it didn't happen because you’d been actively avoiding him. He knew what that meant. Pessimist, remember?

“Because if we don’t talk about it, I’m afraid you won’t talk to me again.”

Your stiff posture relaxed, guilt sinking into your bones because you knew he was right, you had been ready to avoid anything but small talk with him and you hated it because he was one of your friends. You would have been in the wrong because you couldn’t face the consequences of your actions.

But. But, but, but…you knew you would have caved.

Eventually.

“That’s not true, Eddie.”

“Isn’t it?”

God, you also hated how he seemingly knew the way this conversation would play out, expecting every single one of your responses.

“It’s not,” you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, vulnerability was not something you liked to share. You liked to be the upbeat, chipper, groovy friend. Even when you weren’t. It was easy that way, keeping everything to yourself, “This is so embarrassing to say, given what got us into this, but I can’t stay away from you. You’re my friend and our friendship means everything to me.”

Eddie was your friend, who didn’t want you. Not like you wanted him. And he didn’t have to.

“I don’t want to lose you, Bits.” Eddie’s resolve melted away, no longer was he the intimidating metal head who looked unapproachable. He was your friend again, “Especially, over this.”

Over you not wanting him; not wanting to kiss him, not wanting to intertwine your fingers, not wanting to sleep in his bed, not wanting to love him the way he loved you. It hurt.

It hurt like hell and he felt like he was bleeding out but if it meant you’d stay in his life, he’d bleed out for the rest of it.

“I don’t want to lose you, either, Eddie. Can we please be Bits and Eds again? Without the hormones ruining it?”

What you meant was, can you please forget about how nice I said it was to have you hold me?

You could see how glassy his eyes were and you were sure yours were no better.

He gave you a small smile, arms opening up for a hug, “Of course.”

What Eddie meant to say was, I should’ve dealt with the awkward morning after and been awake to keep you from leaving.

When you got up to curl into his lap for a hug–heart aching–the thought of how nice it was to be in his arms popped up again.

You shot that thought down and blew the smoke away from the barrel, your own heart bleeding in your hands.

#vivi's baby blurbs #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader angst #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you

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intimidating-fettuccine · 10 days

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Can I please request Jason with a reader who just found out that the puppies they gave up for adoption died?

You see, a long time ago I rescued a dog from the street, who had puppies, unfortunately I couldn't keep them and I gave them up for adoption to someone who I thought would take good care of them, now I just discovered that that person left the puppies wander the streets and were poisoned by another person (who doesn't even deserve to be called a person) and I'm just dealing with the situation very badly

I especially chose Jason because you mentioned that he has also rescued and fostered puppies before, so he would probably understand this better than anyone.

I'm sorry if this seems too specific, I just wanted to vent too. :(

I’m very sorry that happened to you, I wish you well.

I didn’t get specific in how the fostered puppies passed to be more open and so I didn’t have to go into detail about their passing.

I said, a long while ago, that Jason fosters puppies, and I do still believe in and support that headcanon. He started doing it as a way to help with his attachment issues and a way to learn how to be able to let go. When he started dating you he didn't expect you to help out, after all, it's just something he had been doing and taking responsibility for. However, you jumped right in with helping him raise them and taking care of them, and he had grown incredibly happy over the turn of events. Caring for the puppies and finding them new homes was much more enjoyable with you by his side.

However, adoptions don't always go the way you want them to. This was not the first time that the puppies adopted out by Jason had passed, but it was the first time it had happened with puppies the two of you had raised together. It's never easy, having to learn something like this, but this time was particularly hard for Jason to process and go through. The two of you had fostered them together, raised them together, they had a piece of you with them, and for Jason, it felt like he was losing a piece of the two of you with those poor puppies. The two of you mourned them together, but Jason would not be able to move past this for a while. Normally he would go right back into fostering a new group of puppies after adopting out the previous pairs, but this time he needed a break, he needed to cope. Jason's attachment issues are also very trying in a time like this, making him think that he shouldn't have adopted them out and that he should keep all of them, which he knows is the opposite of how this works. Of course, you had grown worried for him, with how shut down and somber he had become, and you did your best to help him.

Jason couldn't put into words how much he appreciated you being there for him and helping him through this. He was especially clingy with you, not wanting to be far from your side at a time like this. I think something he might do with you, to pay his respects, is make a little spot out in the mansion cemetery for them. The two of you crafted a little tombstone and brought their favorite toys up there with you to leave for them. Jason was the one who suggested it, as I think he'd feel better if he had a specific place like this to remember them rather than avoiding the foster area of his workshop out of fear of remembering them and getting distressed. I think with your help he will begin to make a recovery, looking back on the time the two of you got to spend with the puppies fondly. Soon, he'll go back into fostering, and bring in a new group for the two of you to look after, but for now, he just wants to spend more time with you and make sure that the two of you are taking care of your mental health.

#cw animal death #creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #jason the toymaker #jason the toymaker x reader #jason the toymaker headcanon #jason the toymaker headcanons

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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(SFW) Sanji Becomes More Dominant in Bed (Part 1)

(Black Fem Reader)

Bad Summary: After 2 years of being together you felt like your sex life with Sanji could be better. You vent your issues to the Strawhat women of the ship and unfortunately Sanji over hears this.

CW: Nothing much here. Just mentions of sex, but not descriptive.

You couldn’t have wanted a better man for you. You really couldn’t. Sanji was the perfect and ideal guy. He was sweet, caring, spoiled you, and always reminded why you were his one and only, love. It did take a lot of trial and error for the intimacy to kick in between you both due to him being touched starved AND you being his first woman, but once he managed to get a bit more of self control with his bloodlust outbursts he became such a good lover that you sought him out to be.

He knew and studied your body everyday, he remembers what you like, what you didn’t like, how you’d moan if he moved you a certain way, what position would make you cum faster, the list goes on. However, as months went on of being more and more active in the bedroom There was just one small issue you’ve grown a bit tired for;

You were always the one in command.

You were the one to finish what Sanji started if he playfully flirted with you, then drew back, but you wished he’d be a little more demanding with what he wanted.

Instead he just did what he did best: cater to you.

“Lay down.”

“Of course!”

“Open your mouth.”

“Anything you wish!”

“Harder!”

“Y-yes, mommy!”

It got fucking repetitive. Constantly shooting directions and he follows which would be okay if you loved being head hancho, but sometimes when you like being a brat he’d just go along with it for a moment, but never “punish” you for it.

You remember when it was earlier in your relationship, you both were comfortable with each other to speak on things you like and dislike sexually and Sanji even showed you in one of his naughty magazines of what he wanted YOU to do to HIM. You were more than fine with it, but once you got to the area of men pinning down their woman and making them just take it, it nearly aroused you. Seeing a man actually BE A MAN—-now Sanji wanting to let you be in charge didn’t make him as any less of a man—as a matter of fact he’s more man than you’d like to give him credit for, when you see your boyfriend in action while fighting off enemies he’s a whole different person; he’s angry, focused, and even a bit of a shit talker it turns you on

and you just wish…

Just one night, he’d have that same energy in bed.

When you suggested that he should do things like hold you down, be more dominant, and be assertive on what he’d want to do to you he just laughed off the matter nervously and changed the subject. You didn’t want to push him, so you just let it go. But it’s been a while and now you’re wanting for a bit of a change (or addition) to your sex life with him. Because sex with Sanji is always pleasurable but you know it could be better.

“Bad book ?” Nami teased seeing your troubled face snapping out of your thoughts while reading the same one sentence over and w over again, you didn’t realize the mean mug you had while reading out on the deck until she and Robin came to sit with you in their bikini’s.

“Oh.” You felt your muscles relax, wow how long have you been staring at the book like that? “No I just…was thinking.”

“About?” Robin asked pulling out her book as well, you shut yours and straightened up your posture huffing, debating whether or not you wanted to expose your issues about your relationship .

The girls knew of you and Sanji and supported it completely, Nami moreso because it finally freed her a little from his pervy touches. She believed you deserved the torture more than her. You always came to them with simple questions like “Do you think Sanji would like me wearing this?” Or “Should I get Sanji this?” So asking them about the more private moments between you both seemed a bit much off the bat—-

“I…do you guys like dominant men?” You relaxed your shoulders tilting your head to the side with a questionable face. The girls eye’s widened for a moment looking perplexed at you not having an immediate answer which had you regret it completely. “Sorry that—“

“I don’t mind a man that can be on top.” Robin admitted calmly, she smirked turning her head to Nami waiting for her answer. “How about you?”

“I mean I don’t mind either or…” Nami shrugged placing the glasses on her face to relax on the chair. “However I prefer to be in charge most of the time.”

“What about you, y/n? Is Sanji the same way?”

“Oh no He’s really good in bed—“

“Ew.” Nami quickly added making you three giggle.

“It’s just…” You felt a bit of guilt complaining about your sex life with Sanji to the girls. If you knew better you’d just keep your feelings to yourself and talk to Sanji about it, but you felt like you needed to vent and the last thing you wanted while venting was making Sanji feel like he wasn’t satisfying you at all.

“How…do I go about letting Sanji know I want him to…be more dominant…in bed?”

“What do you mean?” Nami knew exactly what the hell you meant especially by her teasing tone and putting her chin to rest on her knuckles.

“I…” you sighed. “I want Sanji to be more…”

“Assertive with you in bed.” Robin finished your sentence.

“Ugh Yes! Yes! That’s what I want!” You quickly covered your mouth from your loud level of excitement hoping nobody else around heard you. “But..yeah I really want Sanji to …manhandle me more, ya know? Pull my hair, spank me, make me choke on his c—“

“OKAY OKAY Y/N WE GET IT!” Nami covered her ears began mentally gagging at the thought of Sanji doing that to you hoping to stop you from continuing your sentence. “Good Lord you both are really made for each other.”

“Sorry..I Just know Sanji can do those things to me if I truly asked him to, but the last thing I want him to do is do something he is uncomfortable with. I want him to WANT to do it…”

“It seems like you and your Prince are having trouble in paradise?”

“No, never that, Robin..” you lightly chuckled, you leaned on the arm of your chair to exhale in defeat, “...I don’t know it just seems like he is holding back on me…I’ll never allow sex to be a dealbreaker. He’s more than that and he knows I love him regardless—we can have sex the same way forever—“

“Ew.” Nami added again.

“BUT— there’s nothing wrong with a little more spice right? I hope that doesn’t seem selfish.” You began to feel that guilt again. You never wanted Sanji to feel like he isn’t enough, he’s told you about his insecurities and him not feeling like he deserves you, so everyday you give him reminders that he is worth your love, but you felt like telling him this may ruin everything you’ve worked on with him.

“It’s not selfish to want more for each other…” Robin opened her book sly grinning as she usually does, “..you just have to come to an agreement on what you both want. Talk it out throughly. However, don’t think you or Sanji have to compromise your happiness for the satisfaction of the other.”

“Yeah, If he doesn’t want to do those things to you then you should accept it and move on. You’re such an overthinker sometimes, Y/N.” Nami groaned in her seat, you hummed in agreement and sat back in yours to fiddle your thumbs. Meanwhile…

“I wish I could be more assertive with you, but I’m afraid, y/n…”

Sanji had a feeling you wanted to try different things and overhearing your conversation, pretty much confirmed his suspicions. Hearing what you wanted excited him that you wanted him to feel comfortable enough to do what he desired, but also afraid that if he did you may be weirded out, so he held back a lot.

If only you knew..

Sanji thought about VARIOUS things he wanted to do your your pretty little body even before you both got together.

Remember that scene where Violet looks into Sanji’s mind and screams?…yeah…nothing but thoughts of you…and other women but MOSTLY YOU.

If only you knew what was going on in his head when he was inside you…

Part 2

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mal-urameshi · 11 months

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Since I have a weak heart, I need you to write the fluffiest fic about our girls.

Maybe about how they reunite after a long time apart… OR maybe they just moved in together 🤔

No rush though, I know you got big things coming for you 😁

A Fluffy fic, for big sis’ weak heart.

Guys I'm slightly tipsy writing this. But you all wanted to be fed. I had to come thru.

Shuri paced around as the Royal Talon Fighter zipped through the sky, “Can you fly this thing any faster, Okoye? Her last examination is going to be called any minute now.”

Okoye rolled her eyes as she concentrated on piloting the aircraft, “We are traveling well past High-hypersonic speeds. We’ll have more than enough time for you to greet her.”

Shuri blew an irritated puff of air.

She was finally going to visit Riri again. It had been almost nine months since she was able to visit her girlfriend. Between the rigorous demand of juggling being the Black Panther and her duties as Queen, she felt as though her relationship with Riri was put on the back burner.

And she never intended it to be! Shuri tried her absolute best to be present for her girlfriend, but it was quite difficult.

She hated that word. Nothing was too difficult for her. No matter if she had to try a thousand times, the task at hand would get done one way or another.

But long distance relationships were a whole different ball game.

Shuri had made it her mission to be able to visit Riri at least once a month. But as the relationship progressed, it was like every and anything tried to keep them apart.

Like when Riri was supposed to visit her for Spring Break, she had an impromptu mission that had her thinking it would postpone Riri’s arrival by a day. Unfortunately what was supposed to be a simple stake-out turned into an almost month long ordeal.

Riri had insisted that she understood. She went into the relationship knowing that dating the Black Panther and Queen of Wakanda would come with Trials and Tribulations. It wouldn’t be easy. But she expressed caring about her too much to let her go.

But Shuri didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes when they’d converse over video call. And the hesitancy to hang up when she insisted that Riri needed rest for classes. Or when she sent those voice messages late at night containing random ramblings, under the guise of not being able to sleep.

Shuri hated, loathed, execrated her circumstances. She wanted to be able to hold her girlfriend. Hug her. Go on dates. Call her at any point of the day. Pop by on a whim. Be comforted by her. Be able to vent about certain things like a regular freaking human being. Be in her presence.

It was so frustrating.

Shuri wanted to be a constant.

Regardless of her current happenings, Shuri wanted to do better by Riri.

So when the semester was coming to a close and Shuri just so happened to be free of any burdening responsibilities, she took it upon herself to drop by the campus to kidnap Riri herself.

She remembered the conversation she had with Riri two weeks prior.

“Are you nervous for your exams?” Shuri relaxed into her chair while she looked at Riri sifting through some papers at her desk.

Riri gave her a look, “Nervous? What do you take me for? This shit is child’s play to me. I just can’t wait for it to be over.” She then placed a few sheets of paper into a folder before moving on to the next pile.

Shuri smiled, “Ever the confident one. So what are your plans for the summer?”

Riri slumped in her chair and looked at the screen, “Go back home. Probably see if I can hustle some highschoolers who have summer homework for some extra cash. Just to keep myself occupied.” She shrugged.

Riri picked up her phone and walked over to her bed. She laid on her side and pulled her phone closer to her face, “I wish I coulda spent it with you though. Cuz I’m still kinda sad I didn’t get to come for Spring Break.” Riri used her bicep as a pillow, “Not that I’m complaining. I know you’re busy. And I get it. But I just miss you, you know?”

Shuri allowed her cheek to fall into her open palm as she looked into Riri’s eyes, “I miss you too. I’m having Riri withdrawals. I miss the way you play with my curls. And nuzzle your face into my neck. Or when you gently rub your finger over my nose. I miss the way you hug me like a koala bear.” She gave a light sigh of longing.

Riri found herself smiling at Shuri’s lamentation, “We'll be able to link up soon. Something will happen.”

Shuri grinned, “I love you.”

Riri softly smiled in turn, “I love you too.”

“Okoye!” Shuri continued her pacing while resisting the urge to bite her fingernails. Her anticipation was through the roof.

“Bast! Ask me one more time, Shuri. I may just throw you the rest of the way to MIT campus.” Okoye grumbled, “Our estimated time of arrival is half an hour.”

Riri walked out of her last final of the semester with a grin. That shouldn’t have even been classed as an exam. The lecturer wasn’t even trying. He couldn’t have been! She was out of there within an hour. She wasn’t complaining though, there couldn’t have been a better way to end the semester.

She was free! Free!

Riri jumped up and clicked the heels of her Jordans together in glee. She walked back to her dorms while contacting Shuri. She knew it was impromptu, but she wanted to tell her about her exams. Hopefully she’d be available. Riri adjusted her headphones as the phone kept ringing. She paused at her door to unlock it, but realized the door was already slightly open.

“The fuck?” Riri slowly opened up the door and walked inside, “I know I ain’t forgot to close my shit.”

She looked down at her phone when she heard that Shuri had finally picked up, but the wind was literally knocked out of her when she was lifted off the floor and into someone’s firm hold.

The sudden attack made Riri’s mind go blank as her heart dropped to her stomach. It took a split second for her to scream and try to beat the assailant off with her fists.

“Let me go!”

“Riri! Ow, ow! It’s me!” Shuri shouted as her shoulders and back were beaten by her girlfriend’s haphazard punching.

Riri immediately stopped and looked down, “Shuri?”

Shuri smiled, “Hi.”

Riri’s legs found their way around Shuri’s waist and her arms around her neck, securing her in a deadlock, “Shuri! What are you doing here? How?”

Riri pulled back and looked over Shuri’s face with unshed tears, “Are you real?” She gently palmed the sides of Shuri’s face and took in her features.

“Yes, my love. I’m really here.” She chuckled.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri’s lips, “I wanted it to be a surprise. I was about to pack your stuff up, but I should have known that you would have blazed through your exams.”

“Wait back up, pack my stuff?” Riri tilted her head to the side.

“You’re coming back to Wakanda with me.” She finally put Riri down, but not before stealing another kiss from her lips.

Riri’s eyes bulged, “Are you being for real?”

Shuri walked over to one of Riri’s already opened suitcases and placed some folded clothes into it.

“I already have your toothbrush in there. And your laptop.” Shuri then picked up the fuzzy black panther slippers she got her, “Can’t forget these.” She snickered and dropped them into the suitcase.

Riri flopped onto her bed, feeling the toll the semester had taken on her finally seep into her bones, and looked on as Shuri shuffled around the room, grabbing what she deemed to be necessities.

“Hm, you ain’t even asked if I had plans or anything.” She excitedly kicked her feet and followed Shuri who was traipsing about her room.

“I know you don’t have any. Need I remind you that you were planning on taxing high school children for doing their summer assignments?” Shuri walked over to the bed and dragged Riri onto her lap.

“I wasn’t going to let another day go by where we were apart. I’m just taking the necessary steps to facilitate us maximizing our time together.” She allowed herself to hug Riri and just bask in her presence.

Riri tenderly grazed her fingertips over the nape of Shuri’s neck, which caused a shiver to trickle up her spine. She still couldn’t believe that Shuri was here. She stroked the pad of her thumb across Shuri’s cheek.

“You look tired. You could have come pick me up tomorrow.”

Shuri shook her head, “No. I wanted you today. I need you with me. I just missed you so much. And everything feels like it’s too much.”

Shuri gulped a deep breath but it didn’t extinguish the quiver in her voice, “I just wanted to hold you again.”

Riri pressed a kiss to Shuri’s forehead, “It’s okay. I got you babe. I got you.”

Shuri pressed her face into Riri’s chest, relishing her comfort.

The couple stayed like that for a while until Shuri pulled herself together. They then continued packing Riri’s things.

Once they were done, Shuri slung Riri’s duffle bag over her shoulder and slipped an arm around her waist.

Riri couldn’t wipe the giddy grin off of her face, nor did she want to as she pressed herself impossibly closer to Shuri’s side.

“Are you ready to go home?”

Riri nodded, “Yup. Let’s go!”

Taggies: @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

#princess shuri #shuri udaku #riri williams #shuri udaku x riri williams #shuri x riri #shuriri #black wlw

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ash-and-books · 4 months

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Rating: 2/5

Book blurb:

Unforgettable, snarky, and romantic, I Hope This Doesn't Find You is Never Have I Ever meets To All the Boys I've Loved Before if Lara Jean wrote hate emails instead of love letters.

Sadie Wen is perfect on paper: school captain, valedictorian, and a "pleasure to have in class." It’s not easy, but she has a trick to keep her model-student smile plastered on her face at all times: she channels all her frustrations into her email drafts. She'd never send them of course -- she'd rather die than hurt anyone's feelings -- but it's a relief to let loose on her power-hungry English teacher or a freeloading classmate taking credit for Sadie's work.

All her most vehemently worded emails are directed at her infuriating cocaptain, Julius Gong, whose arrogance and competitive streak have irked Sadie since they were kids. "You're attention starved and self-obsessed and unbearably vain . . . I really hope your comb breaks and you run out of whatever expensive hair products you've been using to make your hair appear deceptively soft . . ."

Sadie doesn't have to hold back in her emails, because nobody will ever read them . . . that is, until they're accidentally sent out.

Overnight, Sadie’s carefully crafted, conflict-free life is turned upside down. It's her worst nightmare -- now everyone at school knows what she really thinks of them, and they're not afraid to tell her what they really think of her either. But amidst the chaos, there's one person growing to appreciate the "real" Sadie -- Julius, the only boy she's sworn to hate . . . .

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Rival academics with a touch of To All the Boys I've Loved Before in this story about a girl who's emails about her rival and the entire school are sent... and now she has to deal with the fall out of it as well as possibly falling for the one guy she never thought she would. For 10 years Sadie Wen and Julius Gong have been competing against each other. They've made everyone at school's life a bit difficult with their extreme need to beat each other. Sadie hates Julius, she hates how perfect he is, how handsome he is, how smart and mean he is. The only way to vent her angry? Draft up emails to him and everyone else whenever they make her angry... except now suddenly all those emails have been sent out. Now everyone is getting to see the real Sadie, and the careful "perfect" image of herself is going up in flames. Yet one person seems to appreciate the real her... and it's none other than Julius. The more Julius and Sadie begin to talk to each other after the truth is revealed the more complicated the feelings begin to grow and Sadie is starting to realize that maybe the boy she's been obsessively trying to beat... the one person who is constantly on her mind might be the perfect person for her. This one was meh for me, I had really high hopes for it but it kind of fell flat unfortunately. I just couldn't really vibe with Sadie and the situations she ended up in just didn't make sense. Sadie is suppose to be super intelligent but can't even keep a diary or oh I dont know, a word doc of letters but saved a ton of draft emails and then doesn't make sure that they are properly locked up and can't be sent? I don't believe it. Also she goes from being outspoken and to being walked over by people, she'll want to out do Julius but never speaks out about people using her and letting herself be a pushover to please people? Pick a lane girl, either you can stand up for yourself and are a go getter or a timid people pleaser. Also the romance with Julius barely even felt there and I love academical rivals to lovers stories. It literally barely happens by the end of the book. I wish I liked this book more, it had the elements of all the things I usually love, but it just missed the mark for me sadly. If you enjoy academic rivals to lovers give this one a go, maybe you'll have a better time with it than I did.

*Thanks Netgalley and Scholastic, Scholastic Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

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jacquelinemerritt · 1 year

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Dragon Ball Z: Abridged Episode 56 Review

Originally posted September 4th, 2018

A somewhat overstuffed, but still delightful and funny, episode.

“Deities, Devils, and Doing the Dirty” is easily one of the most tightly packed episodes of Dragonball Z: Abridged, mostly by necessity, since it has to cover all of the remaining events that take place before the start of the #CellGames. How effectively it manages to fit all that plot into its relatively short 16 minute runtime is questionable, but while the pace feels a bit blindingly fast at points, Team Four Star here ultimately still manages to fit it all in without making the episode feel overstuffed.

Picking up where the last episode left off, is the continued story of Chi Chi trying to get pregnant with Goku, and this is easily the funniest story with the clearest progression. We see Goku vent about his sexual exhaustion to Krillin, who is still the perpetual virgin, and try to come up with clever ways to get out of having to meet his wife’s intense sexual needs, only to ultimately realize that the best way to deal with this issue is to confront her directly.

By that time though, Chi Chi has already gotten pregnant, something which excites and baffles Goku, who had no idea that sex is how you get pregnant. Goku’s foolishness here feels completely in character, as does his initial willingness to rise to Chi Chi’s “challenge” even as it exhausts him, and the constant stream of sexual innuendo sprinkled throughout his dialogue is genuinely delightful to watch.

We also check in with Bulma as she continues to work on fixing Android 16, and discovers an old video clip in his memory files, playing it back for her father. This video is a bit of original animation to Dragonball Z: Abridged, and it tells the story of Dr. Gero’s son, a member of the Red Ribbon Army, as he records a brief video message for his father just before being killed by Goku. It’s a dark and tragic bit of storytelling that helps further humanize Gero, as well as Android 16, and on its own, it’s quite well done, subtly conveying the relationship between this boy and his father.

In the context of this episode though, it feels a little jarring, and the lack of gravitas to the rest of the proceedings is a major factor. I’m also not sure there’s a better place to include this bit of storytelling though, since the show needs to move on to the #CellGames, and the show is certainly better off for having delved into 16’s origins this way. I just wish that the tone of the episode was better suited to this tragic reveal, as the constant jokes surrounding this video leave it feeling out of place.

Thankfully the other two stories match the episode’s overall tone far better, even if the biggest story feels rushed. After escaping up to Kami’s lookout, Goku has a discussion with Piccolo about recreating the Dragonballs, and ends up teleporting to Namek and kidnapping Dende in order to have him remake them, and take up the mantle of Kami on his own.

Having Dende back is easily my favorite part of this episode, as there’s no other character in this show whose level of sass matches his, nor is there another character who plays off Gohan so well (except maybe Piccolo). Dende all too eagerly signs up for taking up the role of Earth’s God, and all the horrifying responsibility that comes with that role, and he even shows a level of brash confidence that can’t be rivaled by any other character, as he blatantly threatens Popo’s life for calling him “Little Green.” I felt exactly as much delight at this arrogance as Popo did, as he twisted his mouth up into a smile, and I genuinely hope that we get to see more of Dende as Earth’s God in the future.

Unfortunately, as great as having Dende’s character back is, the way the episode blows through the story of him recreating the Dragonballs and taking up his divine mantle feels rushed, like we’re seeing this story displayed in its briefest form, and I feel like adding a little more time in between each beat of his ascension would give this story the time to breathe that it needs. As for what we needed more of, the obvious answer is to try and fit in more Dende crushing hard on Gohan, since it only accounts for less than a full minute of time as it is now, but I’m not able to say whether that change would have been possible given the footage and time they had.

The last story that takes place in this episode does not feel rushed or out-of-place, thankfully, and it’s quite the clever gag as well, as a group of reporters interview Cell, who proceeds to regale them with the entire story of Dragon Ball, from the beginning of the original series to the #CellGames here. It’s a very well executed joke that we see in very short snippets throughout the episode, and it ends perfectly, with Cell murdering his interviewer for forgetting to call him “Mr. Perfect Cell.” That’s the story beat we end the episode on, serving as a perfect slice of the entertainment terror yet to come.

Rating: 4/5

Critical Eye Criticism is the work of Jacqueline Merritt, a trans woman, filmmaker, and critic. You can support her continued film criticism addiction on Patreon.

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fuwaprince · 5 months

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I'm venting.

When I tell people how bad this place is to live, they say I need to leave by any means. I don't have any means and I have no place to go. They suggest the shelter. Do you know how many things I would need to abandon to go to the shelter? And have you ever BEEN to the shelter??? I don't want to be violated more or stolen from. I don't want to give up all that I have worked hard for and built again just to go there. I have sacrificed my life so many times over with moves and restarts that were totally out of my control. You're asking me to sacrifice it all willingly to go there? You think I'll be BETTER and able to grow THERE? Then there's the people who suggest hospitalization. Have you ever been institutionalized during Christmas time? I was. A home might be helpful and nice but guess what? They won't let me take all my stuff and I still have to pay for my room here while I'm in the hospital. I can't afford raised rent and treatment. The resources I've used already aren't limitless unfortunately. I applied for an emergency grant from school and then had to give it all away immediately because I needed to pay people back who I borrowed $ from to survive. I'm tired. I did everything in my power and it is not enough to support myself. I'm fucking ill. I applied for food stamps and got approved to get by and my mom sabotaged it by stealing and hiding my mail from me. When I asked where it was, she denied ever seeing it until I got so pissed after it mysteriously got cancelled and the truth finally came out of her lying ass as a result of my badgering and trying to figure it out with customer support who explained they've done everything right on their end. She wanted me to starve to death. I lost over 30lbs purely from starving and my body felt and still feels horrible. I cry so hard. People tell me I deserve it and say I'm lazy. They don't understand. I'm fucked. I've been fucked. I've been so alone and shoved into a corner to die where I won't bother anybody. I'm thinking terrible things that I don't want to. I just want somebody to save me from this. I am in peril and this is an emergency. My emergency lights have been on for wayyyyyy too long. All the people willing to help me irl do it under the most fucked up conditions. I don't want to be abused to get less help than I need. I just want help. I just want love and care. I feel like I can't keep going and nobody will carry me to a nice place to rest. I'm sorry for always being so sad. I've been depressed. There's reasons for it. I'm not "making myself miserable" by thinking about it and expressing it. I'm sorry if it's toxic to hear day in and day out. That's my life. That's where I'm at and I'm coming as I am. I get not everyone will accept that or welcome me with open arms but I wish I wish I wish that somebody here did. I wish I had an angel appear. If the hospital or shelter were better options, I'd take them. But they aren't better. I don't know what would be. I do but there's no way I can afford it.

#is it less bothersome when i put things under the cut?

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hi! I guess I'm asking for maybe a bit of guidance and a small vent as well.

throughout this year I made the choice to attend therapy and try to understand/learn to cope with my behaviors and traumas. around the time I started attending my sessions I had also become close friends with someone! we talked everyday for months and I realize now that they had become an FP. because we were so comfortable with one another, I would start to share my past traumas/anxieties with them because I felt that was my way of connection. Additionally, I don't have familial support when it comes to my mental health. They were nothing but kind and understanding, unfortunately I realize that the more memories and realizations I had in therapy, the more I began to lean on them emotionally. I'm ashamed of this and have experienced extreme self loathing and guilt, but still they were nothing but understanding. After a huge fight with a family member I confided in them and told them truthfully, unfiltered how I was feeling. After this they told me that while they care for me, that they arent sure what I need and that they think it's best to take a breather for a few days. I felt horrible but understood and apologized for my behavior, holding onto the promise of talking about it soon. A month and a half went by and my anxiety skyrocketed. I decided to reach out and see how they were doing and they responded saying that they think we should talk about the nature of our relationship, that they were worried but still cared for me. I let them know I'd love to talk and that I did some reflection myself. Another month went by and the stress of university, therapy, my day to day, and the added anxiety of their last response caused me to spiral again. Eventually I reached out again, saying that I'm really struggling and would like to know where our friendship stood and that if they weren't ready that I understand but if they could please let me know. They responded saying that they think nothing but the best of me and always wish me well. I'm not sure it was their intention but I interpreted it as a sigh, like when someone is annoyed with you or a parent shooing away their child. It hurt horribly and I eventually split: I began to hate them and told myself all these horrible things. This isn't their responsibility nor their fault, but as a result of everything I did end up relapsing and spiraling horribly. And now that the month is nearly over, I've sort of detached myself from them. We use to talk day in and day out but now I no longer love or view them the same way I did and while I will always wish them well, I'm not sure I'd like to speak with them again. I take full blame for how things went down, I'm just sad that this is how things are ending because I had even begun to imagine a romantic future with them despite us never even seeing each other face to face which I think was me just obsessing over them as an FP. I sent them one last take care/implied goodbye message but I now have anxiety of whether or not I was kind in this situation. What if they're going through something as well and that's why we havent spoken. Me being constantly needy was what I assume caused this rift so by leaving just because they aren't giving me the time or attention is that selfish? I'm so worried about how I come off that it has lead me to self sabotage at times and I seriously wonder whether or not what I did was right in this situation. On the far chance we do talk and make up, I have already decided that because I saw them as an FP/reacted so horribly just by them not speaking with me, that it'd be best I leave them be for their health and state of mind. I've decided to start seeing a psychiatrist because of my intense behaviors because I do want to be better it's just all so stressful.

Please know that I hear exactly what you’re saying in your vent. Your tone reflects how you feel, I think. Perhaps wanting to put things into neat boxes. “This is why this happened”, etc. and it’s clear it’s stressing you out that you don’t know for sure where you sit.

I really do applaud the steps that you’ve taken. I think your choices have all been smart and reasonable ones.

They were nothing but kind and understanding, unfortunately I realize that the more memories and realizations I had in therapy, the more I began to lean on them emotionally. I’m ashamed of this and have experienced extreme self loathing and guilt, but they were still nothing but understanding.

You shouldn’t have to feel shame and self-loathing and guilt for leaning on people emotionally. As long as you have their permission to vent to them, you are allowed to vent to them. That permission can be revoked at any time, of course, but if it’s there you can use it. Plus there shouldn’t be any shame in needing to lean on friends. What are friends for if not to sit and listen to us in our darkest moments and to share joy with us in our best?

After a huge fight with a family member I confided in them and told them truthfully, unfiltered how I was feeling. After this they told me that while they cared for me, that they aren’t sure what I need and that they think it’s best to take a breather for a few days.

Sometimes people just can’t handle people with bpd. That’s just a fact of life. I’m sorry that you felt like you could trust and confide in this person without having to hide the worst parts of you and that turned out to not be true. It’s something we’ve all unfortunately had to go through.

Me being constantly needy was what I assume caused this rift so by leaving just because they aren’t giving me the time or attention is that selfish?

No. That‘a self preservation. You are not getting what you want or need out of the relationship and they are not willing to give it so you have outgrown in and are terminating it. It seems like they have outgrown it a while ago and have been giving you the run-around about terminating it. It’s called leading people on. I’m not sure if you being needy was what caused the rift. It seems to me like just another person who can’t keep up with someone who has bpd. We wear people out easily, and only the steady and hardened ones can take us sometimes.

I’m so worried about how I come off that it has lead me to self sabotage at times and I seriously wonder whether or not what I did was right in this situation.

Honestly, you might never know if the choice you made at the time was the right one, but if it was right for you at the time, then it was the right one. There are some bridges I’ve burns that I regret burning but when I think back on it too, those were people I just wasn’t connecting with. I’ve been given the “I care for you and I don’t mind talking” but have been shut out by these people for being too… well, too me. Too riddled with bpd (Bad and Problematic Disease™️). It takes effort to have a relationship with someone with bpd and a lot of people aren’t willing to put that effort in, either because they have their own stuff going on or they can’t or they don’t think it’s worth it, etc.

On the far chance we do talk and make up, I have already decided that because I saw them as an FP/reacted so horrible y just but them not speaking with me, that it’d be best I leave them be for their health and state of mind.

Perhaps you should also leave them be for YOUR health and state of mind. They don’t seem like a good fit for you anymore. You’re allowed to leave people not because YOU burned a bridge but because THEY made you FEEL like you had to burn a bridge. Do this for yourself as well if this is the path you intend on choosing. Put yourself first. Not them.

I’ve decided to start seeing a psychiatrist because of my intense behaviors because I do want to be better it’s just all so stressful.

We know. We understand. We’re here for you.

I think… you didn’t get closure. You didn’t get your ending wrapped up in a neat little bow with “this is both sides of the story, this is exactly what happened, and this is why it ended”. I don’t know what “closure” is, but I know what not having it feels like. It can haunt you for years. If you feel like you need that reason of “why did this happen the way it did and what went wrong exactly” perhaps trying to reach out and ask might be worth it. I don’t think it is for me personally. The “what went wrong” haunts me in my dreams, as recently as about an hour ago. But it’s not worth digging up the past to find out. I just wish it would go away. “What if they’re going through something and that’s why they haven’t responded?” I have actually had that happen to me and what I can tell you is that it’s not an excuse. If you didn’t know about something then it’s not your fault. You shouldn’t be expected to treat someone differently than you were before because they might have something going on that you don’t know about. It’s only if you find out about it that you can adjust, and even then you don’t have to. I’ve had to fight tooth and nail over my right to my intellectual property that when my main FP decided they no longer wanted me in their life I was owed since they were using my designs to make money for them free of charge from me. Instead they decided to remove my name from the joint shop while keeping my products up for sale. The excuse was “oh my dad died” and I literally had to respond with “you had three months before your dad died to delete the account like we agreed and instead you just removed my name and kept my designs up for sale under your own name. Your dad dying after that is not an excuse for you not following our agreement 3 months ago and stealing my designs.” Would I have been kinder about it knowing their dad had just died? Of course! But they were the one that kicked me out of their life and therefore didn’t tell me, so that’s not my fault for acting like I did. Obviously I was kinder about it AFTER I found this out (from someone else, no less, I didn’t even speak to them at all during this because they specifically requested I never speak to them again) but I shouldn’t “have been kinder in case something was going on” when they had 3 months before that to sort out the legal issues and didn’t. I understand they were in a bad place mentally which I assume is why they kicked me out of their life but I’ve been in a bad place mentally and not stole my ex’s designs and passed it off as my own by erasing their name from a joint art account. Not an excuse. I do not know why this person decided to cut me out of their life. I can only assume their therapist convinced them to do so because I’m “toxic” or whatever. Perhaps I am. Other people have told me I am and cut me out because of it. But other people have stayed by my side as well and supported me through everything I’ve been through no matter what. So I think it’s less about me and more about those people and whether or not they can deal with having a friend or partner with BPD. Some people can handle me. Some people can’t. That’s just how it is with everyone. You’re always going to find people who like you and people who don’t, and people who did like you and don’t anymore and people who didn’t like you and do now. I think you just happened to find someone who liked you and then didn’t anymore. It happens. Of course it’s important to understand people have things in their lives you don’t know about, and you should treat them kindly because of it, but you don’t owe anyone to compensate for something that may or may not be there unless you know for a fact it is. I want to believe some day we’ll all find someone or someones who will stay with us forever. I think personally I have. If my best friends have stuck with me this far I don’t think they’re going anywhere. I wish I could have said the same about the person who had plans to marry me. But I can’t. That’s just how it is.

Not knowing the exact reason of what went wrong and why is stressful, even if you have a good idea as to why it happened. I hope you can move on from them peacefully, and I hope therapy can help with that.

#aab #mod spooky

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