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willows-peak · 4 months

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*･ﾟ✧ How the JJK characters show their love for u (love languages)

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, just overwhelming amts of fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im starting off with some fluff, bc they all deserve some soft loving <3

⋆｡˚ ♡ PHYSICAL TOUCH: light squeezes of your hand, hugs from behind, leaning on your shoulder on the train, holding your wrist while you walk together, no matter what their hands are on you. they just love you too much to keep away from you, can you blame them? the feeling of you against their skin makes them feel happier than they could ever expect, even when they're coming across as clingy sometimes.

nobara will tug on your sleeve until you oblige and follow her around the mall, your hand either taken by your girlfriend's or the brightly colored shopping bags she'd acquired over your trip. some for her, some for you, because she was just dying to put you in some of the shirts she'd seen around the mall. and she's smile and kiss your cheek when you went with her requests with no fuss

yuuji will take no liberties in picking you up at any point. greeting you? you're up in the air before you can say 'hello'. god help you if you even mention being tired, because he will carry you in his arms without a moments hesitation, holding you close to his chest and claiming he can't in good conscious let you walk while tired! as your boyfriend, its his job to take care of you

gojo will never ever hesitate to embarrass you with how doting he can get. dramatically gasping whenever he sees you in his kitchen making a snack and rushing over to you, pressing kiss after kiss to your face and squeezing you while praising the heavens he's able to see you today, ignoring how you turned your face away and whined at him to lay off

⋆｡˚ ♡ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: with someone like you, how do you expect them to keep their mouth shut? they can never get enough of the way you blush or laugh at their compliments, or their daily vows of love. "you're a great cook, dear." if you made them a meal, or fawning over how great you look today, despite you being dressed in loose pajamas with a messy bedhead. they need you to always know how in love they are, constantly.

sukuna, surprisingly, can offer quite a few bits of praise to you through the day. while you may have to pause and figure out his wording to actually receive a compliment at times, that doesn't change how he'll always show his approval of you in his own way. he never fails to acknowledge your effort in something, patting your shoulder and congratulating you on whatever you did.

nanami is always straight to the point when he speaks, wasting no extra time to dance around a subject and often being more blunt than necessary with his words. and that carries over to how he loves you, of course. kissing the temple of your head, murmuring about how lucky he is to be with you, brushing hair out of your face while you lean in for a proper kiss.

⋆｡˚ ♡ GIFT GIVING: plastic charms, figurines, hair clips, clothes, jewelry, stuffies, flowers, games, they're never ending. you're never not on their mind, so it's really impossible for them to be out and about without seeing some beautiful roses in a shop window and not hesitate at all with buying it for you. a single off handed comment about how you're a fan of something, and suddenly your arms are full of different kinds of merch. you've had to reorganize your room countless times to fit everything they've gotten you in there, and you're starting to look like a hoarder. but, it makes them happy, so what choice do you have?

getou could plant acres of flower fields with how much roses he'd gotten you. you can't even remember when you'd told him your favorite flower, the innocent seeming question still forcing you to fill up vase after vase of beautifully picked red roses. the amount of times getou had shown up to your door, hands behind his back with a smile plastered over his face at your weary sigh. "what did you get now, sugu..." "i don't have a clue what you mean, my love."

maki will take the extra step and take you with her when she gets a gift idea, finding the way you'd fret over her funds as she casually bought you yet another scarf she caught you eyeing much cuter than surprising you with it. this happens so often that she's caught you snapping your head forwards when letting your eye linger on something too long, making her laugh and peck your cheek before snatching it up before you could notice.

⋆｡˚ ♡ QUALITY TIME: quiet nights, spent curled up next to each other simply enjoying the others presence. sitting next to you while you play your favorite game, throwing occasional questions at you and smiling when you eagerly answer them. sometimes they get sheepish at how in love they are, that you simply being there makes them feel happier than anything. but when you're cozied up next to them, snoring softly against their chest, they can't seem to care too much about anything else

megumi is the king of silent time together, claims it helps him study and plan for missions when nothing is happening around him. and while that's true, often times he will replace 'feeling lonely and wanting your company' with 'studying for an exam'. he's sure you aren't aware of what he truly means when he asks to come over though, even when he shows up with no textbooks or notes to 'study from', and immediately goes to cuddle up against you when you usher him inside your room.

choso is..very clingy lol. always following behind you wherever you go, sitting next to you with a soft smile even as you aimlessly scroll through your phone. he's so silent that you've forgotten his presence entirely a few times, yelping when you hear a low sigh or a shuffle of his hand against your own. you felt a little exposed at first, always being under surveillance by him, but you adjusted pretty quickly and accepted his way of affection.

⋆｡˚ ♡ ACTS OF SERVICE: call it a hero complex, but they just adore being your knight in shining armor. holding the door open for you, finishing an assignment for you after learning how stressed you've been recently, wrapping their coat around you when it gets too chilly out, making your favorite meal just because they could. why should you have to do things when they're right there?

toji, despite having cast away his family name, was still raised by a traditional family. which meant he'd assigned himself to any hard work that needed to be done. plumbing, cleaning, repairing of any kind, he was on it. at first he did it out of habit, used to being forced to pick up any chore that others didn't feel like doing. but over time, the way you'd thank him and hug him tight when he did something for you made his heart melt. nowadays, he almost gets giddy when he hears your frustrated mumbling from across the room, happy to help you yet again with whatever you needed.

yuuta is really the sweetest thing... he's always ready to help you out, no matter how small the issue is. the mornings are his favorite, though, watching your chest rise and fall peacefully while sunlight slowly made its way across your sleeping form. he loves being able to tidy up your room and get breakfast ready for you while you peacefully sleep the sunrise away. he'd turn his head towards the hall as he heard your footsteps shuffle closer to him, a blanket draped over your sleepy figure as you greeted him.

inumaki, even with your reassurance, still feels guilty at times for not being able to talk with you how you're used to. deciphering rice ball ingredients in response to you asking when his is birthday isn't the simplest task, unfortunately. so, he always makes sure to show his love through simple tasks he can do for you. keeping extra snacks in his bag for when you get hungry during class, handing you his umbrella if he notices the sky beginning to dribble on your way home, even when you insist he keep it. he doesn't mind the rain if it's with you.

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queenie-the-court-jester · 30 days

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Love isn't dead

Yandere cupid x reader

Tw: yandere, minor mention of body horror, obsessive and possessive behavior, isolation

💌you couldn't remember when he first appeared or when you could feel another presence near you. All you knew was that you had a cupid trying to set you up.

💘always nonchalant when you'd open a closet door and he'd be hiding inside. Pausing to stare before continuing to put the towels away. He swore you could see right through him and at him at the same time. But that shouldn't be possible. Because humans can't see cupids. They're not supposed to

💌but that obviously wasn't the case with you. Sweetheart quickly became more bold. Watching you quietly and forgetting his task of finding your soulmate. It got to a point where you blatantly confronted him after you finished bathing, noticing a pair of pink heart eyes staring at you from the top of the shower curtain half way

"are you going to keep staring at me like a creep or are you going to actually introduce yourself?"

"gah-!! Ah.. uh right! Ofcourse! I-im sweetheart! Pleasure to meet you!"

💘after Introducing yourself, you set some ground rules. 1. Don't watch you while you shower, use the bathroom, or sleep 2. Don't Invade your space 3. He can't stalk you while you're out and about

💌at first he followed these rules, nodding obediently and following them diligently. But then he noticed something.. when did you become so beautiful? He swore you were more beautiful than his mother.. so kind and patient, he almost didn't want to finish his job, just stay here with you forever. Offering him food, caring for him, giving him hugs and cheek kisses. He wanted more.

💘he broke your rules, but he never let you find out. He'd never want to upset you! Having gotten better in hiding, he silently watches from the shadows. taking things he's sure you won't notice. All he talks and asks about now is what you like, what you're thinking of or if you got your eye on anyone. Claiming it's because he's curious about humans

💌 growing possessive, he uses one of his hate arrows whenever a suitor tries to approach you. How dare they try and take what was his! Can't they see you're too perfect for them!? He saw everything else as inferior to you, nobody was worthy to see your smile. A god/dess among rubbish.

💘he started using his arrows to distance your loved ones, until he was all that you had left. Comforting you, holding you close, wiping away your tears. He felt a foreign burning feeling in-between his legs whenever he saw you cry. Wanting nothing more than to lick them up but he knew you would consider it weird

💌he didn't dare use a love arrow on you, he wanted to see you. The real you at all times. Ignoring the angry calls his mother and siblings would send him, urging him to finish his job and come back home. So he did something he never would have thought of doing. Something irreversible. He cut off his wings, turning him mortal

💘he smiled up at you with a lovesick grin, while you could only stare at him in horror. You had just gotten back from a miserable day at work and stumbled into the bathroom to find it bloody and covered in familiar pink feathers. Slowly walking backwards, glancing at the small bones of where his wings use to be, sticking out. Bloody and mangled.

"this is all for you.. don't you see? I'M your soulmate! We were made for eachother my darling! So let's be together forever.."

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xstarsmvxz · 11 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ✩

pairings ➜ hobie brown x kind!reader

warnings ➜ fluff, opposites attract, pet names, gn!reader, uses of weed, not proofread! i don’t really know what else?

word count ➜ 1.5k

M speaks! ➜ if you see the name “Asher” mentioned, it’s because that’s my cats name and I love her sm, she’s also so tiny cause she’s still a kitten so keep that in mind <3

➜ When Hobie first met you he honestly thought you were annoying.

➜ Your bright, optimistic attitude really got to him for some reason he didn’t know the answer to.

➜ You were way too kind for your own good, you always have a big smile gracing your face and you were constantly offering help to anybody who seemed like they needed it, even if they were a complete stranger!

➜ However, that kindness and happiness is what drew him in.

➜ He vividly remembers the day he realised you weren’t as bad as he thought.

You and hobie sat on either side of a soft grey sofa, waiting for Miguel to come back from wherever he rushed off to. Gwen and Pavitr sat on the sofa across from you guys, having their own conversation. You awkwardly played with the tips of your beat-up red and white converse, waiting for the courage to strike up a conversation. You softly clear your throat, “sooo.. where do you think he’s gone?” You hesitantly ask hobie. He doesn’t even glance your way when he replies in his thick accent, “dunno.”

You stare as he flicks a black ink pen in circles with his fingers. “That’s pretty cool, how do you do that?” You lean a little closer to him, trying to get a better look at how he’s doing it. He stares at you for a second, wondering why you’re all so interested in what he’s doing now. He slowly scoots himself a bit closer to you, feeling the slightest bit of warmth radiating from your body is a new type of comfort to him. “Like this..” He places the pen in between your thumb and index finger before he begins to slowly guide your fingers step by step. Your a bit stiff at first but once you memorise the movements you try it on your own. You start off slow but once you gradually get faster you drop the pen onto the floor. Muttering a small “oops” you lean down to pick it up and try again. Hobie slightly smirks as he watches you begin to spin the pen again.

After about seventeen tries you finally got it, spinning the pen skilfully in your hand you look up. “Hobie, Hobie look! Im doing it, oh my gosh!” You begin to get over excited, causing you to drop the pen again. Hobie let’s out a small laugh, leaning down to grab it from the floor. “Good job.” He praises as he begins to spin the pen in his own hand. “Thank you, Hobie..” You go back to fiddling with the tips of your shoes until an idea pops into your mind. “Hey, wanna draw on my shoes, they’re already pretty much ruined so it wouldn’t really matter.” He stops spinning the pen, taking the lid off of it and nodding his head. “Sure, why not.” He begins to draw small doodles on your shoes, such as small webs, spiders and pretty patterns. How ironic. You think to yourself as he draws a web with a spider hanging from it on the white part of your shoe.

Hobie smiles as you let out a small laugh, wondering what’s going through your mind. He continues to draw on your shoe as he thinks to himself. Your really not as annoying as he thought you were, you’re actually quite humble and soft. He begins to think about the friendship that potentially just bloomed between the two of you.

➜ Now let’s skip to when the two of you started dating.

➜ At first you were both kind of awkward. The two of you had only been friends for a couple months before you found yourself kissing him in your bedroom.

➜ you guys didn’t really go on dates, instead the two of you would normally just spend time together in your bedroom, watching movies or just having conversations about whatever comes to mind.

➜ he doesn’t really like “couple” things, but that doesn’t stop him from getting you small gifts whenever he can.

➜ some days he comes knocking at your apartment door, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand.

➜ other days he will come to your house with smaller gifts like food or jewellery.

You sit on your bed, lying on your stomach with your feet in the air whilst you read a book that you borrowed from the library. Your cat sits next to you, purring in its sleep. Your head shoots up when you hear a loud knock coming from your apartment door. You place your book down next to your cat and walk out of your room, heading towards the door. Once you open the door, you come face to face with your boyfriend Hobie, who is holding a small bouquet of pretty flowers in his hand. You shyly smile, “Hi..” you greet. “Hey doll.” He extends his arm, placing the flowers into your ring adorned hand, all the rings he got you. “Hobie, they’re so pretty…” you stare at the flowers, touching one of the petals with your finger tips. “I love them! Thank you Hobes!” You give your boyfriend a bone crushing hug before running to your kitchen to fill a vase with water. You place the vase full of flowers in the middle of your small wooden circle table next to your couch.

You sit down with a sigh and beckon Hobie over. He sits next to you, placing his arm around your shoulders as you lean into his side. Just on queue, your grey cat Asher walks in, her fluffy tail swishing it the air as she jumps onto the sofa in between you and Hobie. You let out an airy laugh as you pet your attention seeking cat. “Who’s a pretty girl?” You ask your cat as if she can understand you, scratching her chin as she lets out soft purrs. It’s not long before you fall asleep, leaving Hobie to pet the ball of fluff sitting in his lap.

➜ once you guys get more comfortable with each other, the two of you are never seen without the other.

➜ Gwen literally thinks that you guys are meant to be in one body.

“You guys are literally always together, we might as well morph you both into one body!” Gwen says as she stares at the both of you sitting on the soft chair across from her, you sit on Hobies lap bridal style, leaning your head onto his comfy chest while he strokes your upper arm.

➜ At this point you tell Gwen everything about yours and Hobies relationship.

➜ She absolutely freaked out when she found out he was your first everything.

➜ And when I say first everything, I really do mean everything.

➜ he was your first kiss, first boyfriend and first person you ever slept with.

➜ He was always so patient and gentle with you, never forcing you into anything you didn’t want to do.

➜ In his eyes, you were so fragile and innocent. He was almost afraid to break you.

➜ One day, you begged him to let you smoke weed on the roof with him.

➜ You even had to get on your knees and beg before he finally agreed.

You sat next to Hobie, wearing one of his black jackets as you watch him roll a joint for you to share, he brings the joint to his lips before inhaling then exhaling the smoke into the cold night. He passes the joint to you, asking if you watched how he did it. “Yeah, yeah I did..” He watches as you slowly bring the joint to your own lips, inhaling the smallest amount before exhaling with a small cough. He laughs as he watches your eyes water a bit before you pass the joint back to him. “Didn’t like it?” He questions, taking another hit. “It wasn’t that bad, I just need to get used to it.”

➜ After that night you regularly found yourself sitting on that same roof, either smoking a bong or joint. Unlike Hobie, you liked bongs more, finding them easier to use.

➜ Though, the first time you used Hobies newly bought bong you choked, you were already high before hand so you and Hobie found it absolutely hilarious.

➜ The both of you fell into a laughing fit, holding onto your stomachs from the pain caused by laughing so much.

You lied on your back, holding onto your aching stomach as you uncontrollably laughed. “Hobes, help.. it feels like I’m growing abs!” At this point, tears were coming from both of your guys eyes.

➜ I imagine that at first he wasn’t really big on pda, he still isn’t but now that you guys have known each other for longer he’s a little more comfortable with it.

➜ The most public affection your probably going to get is a small peck on your lips.

➜ But his favourite thing to do is hold your hand, it brings him comfort and happiness knowing that you’re right beside him.

➜ Nicknames that he gives you consist of; love, my love, sweet, sweet stuff, babe and his personal favourite, sunshine.

➜ Overall your relationship is perfect for the both of you, neither of you could possibly want anything more or less.

➜ You were both unconditionally in love and nothing could ever change that.

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hischeapcigar · 9 months

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Strawberries and cigarettes part 4

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most

Word count: 6k

Warning: SMUT SMUT. Minor DNI. A little angst maybe 🚬

a/n: this got longer than I wanted it to so im breaking it further in two parts. The first part got so much love than the other 2 but im so so grateful to the readers who stuck with this series. This means so much to me. Love you mwah <3 🍓🍓

5 months. It had been 5 months since you left Texas. Since you left your hometown. Since you left the cafe and the people you had grown to love. Since you left Joel.

5 months of utter and complete struggle to adjust in the new place. 5 months of trying to make the new apartment you rented feel like home, though it felt like your attempts were made in vain. The walls haunted you.

You had gotten weak. The job that you took on wasn’t merciful to you. The routine it had you wrapped around was just as cruel. Each month you would convince yourself that it’ll get better soon, but the ‘soon’ never came.

Joel and you had stayed in contact through texts and calls for the better of the first few months but that faded away as you tried to grapple with your profession and the wicked people it offered.

Except for Luna, who stuck by you, holding you together, but he too was transferred to some other city; leaving you with the monsters.

You wanted to leave the job and apply somewhere else, but you had signed the contract for 6 months. Plus, you didn't want to upset Luna who practically fought the head of department for your place in the school. Probably that's why they didn’t like you as much, they wanted someone else to take the position, as the head instructor.

You paused as the reflection looked back at you, the silver hint of the chain disappearing under your shirt, your hair tied up in a ponytail. You looked fresh and excited.

With trembling hands, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother. Her bloodshot eyes met yours, as she sniffled, wiping the tears that had fallen from her eyes.

You sighed sadly, “Mom, you’re making it harder for me to leave,”

She shook her head as she tried to get control of herself, “i just didn’t think you’d be leaving so soon,”

You hugged her instantly, “it’s okay mom, I'll be fine,”

She pulled back, grabbing your hands, “promise me,” you looked at her confused, before she clarified, “promise me that you will come back in 3 months, I'm not used to you being apart for such a long time-”

“Mom 3 months is too early-” you argued

“I don't care, you have to come back even for 15 days-”

“This is not how it works-”

‘Make it work, y/n” her voice was stern

“Listen, I must make a good impression on the job, right? Can't go asking them for vacations in less than a half year,”

Your mother looked at you unamused by your explanation,

“Okay how about 6 months-”

“No-” she cut you off

Your father honked the truck, calling your name

“Coming!” you craned your neck as you yelled your response,

“For a month, I'll stay for a month, if I come back after 6 months” you offered, which caught her,

“Fine, but you better stick to your promise and not excuse yourself and leave early”

Your mother’s sound echoed in your head as your eyes raked over your figure in the mirror reflection in the bathroom and a shiver ran down your spine as the images of your past-self flashed through your mind.

Subconsciously you traced your fingertips on your cheeks, feeling the sickness.

The sound of your alarm blaring from your room snapped you back to reality. Another morning you woke up earlier than you had to. Sleep was a luxury you were robbed of when you moved to LA. All night you twist and turn, then the small amount of sleep is quickly shaken away a few hours later; decorating your face with dark circles under your eyes.

You entered your cabin as you started to catch up on the tasks at hand. Sitting in front of the computer, time passed quickly when you busied yourself, ignoring how no one invited you for lunch or breaks.

“Hey, y/n!” Paul leaned over in your cabin

Except Paul. He acknowledged your presence. Probably because Luna was his best friend or you could be wrong, who knew.

He invited you for lunch, but you had started to politely reject his invitations after you learned that other colleagues didn’t enjoy your presence.

“The only people who should be anxious are the ones awaitin’ ya there, the absolute sunshine in their lives, damn they’re lucky you’re blessing them with your presence”

Joel said just before he blew smoke into the air. You had mentioned to him how worried you were about leaving the following morning.

You scoffed, “I don't know, Joel,” you sighed, “it feels unreal”

You both lied on the back of his truck staring at the dark sky that played the ceiling. Your head was on his shoulder as you fiddled with his hand. He brought your connected hands to his lips as he pressed a firm kiss on your knuckles,

“I know you’re gonna rock it, and when you come back, you’ll tell me all about it, won’t ya?”

You hummed in response

“Don’t change for anyone, sweetheart,” he pecked your forehead

“I won’t” you promised

You sighed heavily, leaning back on the chair. As you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes to keep the tears from falling.

Once again thoughts of Joel plagued your mind. You tried to keep them at bay during work and let them flood in as you sank to the floor in your kitchen as you get drunk on wine in the middle of night

It was like you left Texas, but you somehow stayed there.

The month went disturbingly slow; You had a few hours of sleep at night before you woke up and lied in bed, feeding your mind with memories of Texas, memories of Joel. You’d go to the school and pray that the day was better than yesterday, but it hardly was. You’d come back to the apartment, try to eat but couldn’t. Then go back to the endless assignments. Drink wine at night to numb your brain before the effects of wine lull you to sleep.

It was the end of September, the end of the contract, the end of misery, you hoped. You were packing your stuff from the cabin when you noticed an envelope. You would’ve had dropped it for later, but it was from Paul, so you stopped to read,

It was a job offer from a different school. They needed teachers and not office work like the current. You were surprised at how a chance of new job still excited you

You went to your apartment and had Paul drive you to the airport, you discussed the next job, it seemed better, but you put that topic aside, I'll apply when I return from Texas.

Few more hours and you’re home.

Joel has always been a tough man but how did y/n seep through his heart, breaking the hard exterior was a mystery to him.

Hell, he even had shed a tear as he watched you leave that morning. How badly he wanted to run up to you to hold you one last time till you both met again. If you meet again.

Every night he twisted and turned in his bed, the memories haunting his mind. The texts and calls came to a halt after a few months. He still waited for your reply, but the texts never came. He hoped and prayed that you were okay even if you were too busy to talk to him.

It had been 6 months since you had left. 6 months of absolute misery. 6 months of Sarah and Tommy trying to cheer him up. But he just couldn’t. y/n was a part of him, and no contact was eating him alive.

He used to stare at the spot in the cafe where you usually stood. He couldn’t find iit in himself to step inside the cafe, knowing he might break down.

“Shoulda stopped her man” tommy had said a couple times

Sarah had caught on to your relationship from the way he stopped going out at night, the way Joel had lost his light.

She had confronted him a few days after the unusual bitter change in his attitude and he had admitted without thinking twice.

You were standing on the front porch of your house, hearing your heart thudding in your ears. Sweat covering your palm as you clenched and unclenched your fists, nervous habit.

With a trembling hand you knocked on the door. You stood there for a minute or two before the door swung open revealing your mother. She squealed as she took in your form. She lurched at you, engulfing you in a hug.

“Hi mom,” your voice was strained from the bone crushing hug she had you in

She pulled you inside, stammering about how excited she was, the smile not fading from her face.

She turned to see you again and her smile dropped along with the bag she gripped.

Moving closer, she grabbed your face as a layer of tears coated her wide eyes,

“What happened to you?” Her voice was low as her gaze as she examined your entire face.

You laughed though it lacked sincerity, you didn’t want to worry your mother. “Oh, it’s nothing mom, I'm just tired,”

You were surprised to see your father was actually glad to see you. The night was relaxing to your mind that went haywire for 6 months straight. Your parents retired to their bedroom, and you returned to yours.

A part of you wanted to wait for the next day to meet Joel but the bigger part of you wanted to see him as soon as you could.

Your thumbs danced across the keyboard as you thought about the words to say

J- “will you be able to call tonight?”

His last message was left on delivered and you felt guilt consuming your mind. You regretted not talking to him, but you were too busy trying to fit in in with a place you weren’t welcomed in.

After several minutes of contemplating what to text Joel to get him to go to the Haven, you gave up and texted David instead.

David was a sweet old man, the owner of the hut close to the strawberry garden. You were glad Joel had introduced you to each other all those months ago and somewhere in between you had exchanged numbers.

You told David to call Joel to his gardens and not to tell him about your return. With an “okay” as his reply, you sat back and waited for his second text letting you know Joel was there.

After an hour later, your phone chimed,

David- “he’s here”

You quickly rushed to the door and hopped in your car. Reaching there wasn’t hard since you had memorized the route.

You parked your car beside Joel as soon as the hut came into view. The lights were on inside the hut and the blood rushed into your face as you took your steps closer to the door.

You saw David coming out of the hut but there was no sign of Joel behind him. You were confused at first. As David came close enough, you asked

“Where’s he?”

“Inside” but your face was still questioning him, he then added, “didn’t want to interrupt your reunion, kiddo”

You smiled gratefully at him, “thank you, David”

“I told him I had a call to attend, now go before his restless soul come out looking for me” he chuckled

You nodded your head as you continued your journey. The door was slightly ajar as you peaked in. Joel was seated on one of the small sofas. His head was rested on the back of the couch, eyes closed. He looked tired.

You smiled at his sight before pushing open the door,

His eyes fluttered open at the creaking sound and met yours. Eyes wide, face flushed, mouth agape. It almost looked like the first time you had met.

He got up quickly as you entered the small hut,

As he drew near to you and grabbed your hands, he uttered your name like a prayer as he tried to convince himself that you were actually here and that he hadn't suddenly started seeing hallucinations of you.

“Hi, Joel” the words left your lips and in an instant, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your flushed against his chest. Tightening his hold on you, as he buried his face in your neck inhaling your scent. As if breathing for the first time again.

“God, I missed you so much” his voice wavered,

He pulled away, his hand moved from your waist to cradle your face before he littered kisses on your face, on your forehead, your right cheek, your left cheek, your nose, coming to a halt as his lips hovered over yours, it felt like the first time again when you were laying on top of him all the months ago,

He gave in as he placed his lips on yours. You both sighed as your lips moved together in perfect harmony. You granted him entrance as his tongue slid into your mouth, his hand holding your face firmly, while the other was tangled in your hair. His lips tasted of cigarettes and whiskey. You missed the taste of strawberries on his lips.

All of your exhaustion vanished from your body just being in his arms; he was like a breath of new air.

“When d’ya come back?” he asked as he pulled away, his nose nudging yours

“Tonight” you replied untangling yourself from him as you moved to the couch,

“Wait- where’s David- how did you know I was-” his face was confused, brows furrowed as he followed you, taking a seat beside you. You grinned at him, and like a click all the pieces fell together.

“You set this up?” he asked, eyes wide

You hummed as you let your head fall on his shoulder, hands intertwining like a habit.

“How was everything?” he asked rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand

“Eh, it was okay, I'm just glad to be home, missed you so much”

He turned his face enough to kiss the crown of your head,

“couldn’t have missed me more than I did” you heard Joel say,

Your mind wandered to how Joel would have missed you, how he texted you and you couldn’t reply. As much as you tried to stay in the moment and not let all the bad memories flood in, you squeezed his hand to ground yourself, to tell yourself that you’re home now, you're with Joel and that the worst is over.

Joel felt your trembling hands squeeze his and your breathing quickened. He nudged your head on your shoulder. You sat up, bringing your knees to your chest, your arms hugging your legs.

His heart shattered when he closely scanned your face. Your cheekbones more prominent, skin was paler than the last time he saw you, you had gotten weak. Your collarbones were protruded out and that's when he saw the locket disappearing inside your shirt. His chest warmed at the thought that you still had it.

Subconsciously he reached for the chain and pulled it out, his fingers tracing over his initial

“I never took it off, y’know” your words made him look at you and you saw tiredness in his eyes.

What had he been through?

He let go of the chain as he grabbed your hands and tugged it towards himself. You were confused at first but gave in as you saw a silent plea in his eyes. He helped you sit on his lap.

Your cheeks flushed at the close intimacy, sure you had kissed him like this before but after so long, it felt new again.

He slid his hand on your hip. He rubbed circles against your skin that revealed, as your skirt had ridden up in the position. He was touch starved, he had spent too long without you, he didn’t want to be separated for a second now.

With the other hand, he traced his fingers on the side of your face, before gently cradling your face.

As if you were communicating with mind, you knew what he was looking at, you knew he was worried about the state of you.

“You weren’t okay there” his voice was above a whisper, he wasn’t asking, he was concluding. it seemed he read your eyes about every day that you spent there,

Taking his hand that cradled your face, you pressed a light kiss on his wrist. Another kiss on the rising pulse on his wrist,

“I’m okay now” despite your efforts of keeping your voice intact, Joel caught on the part where it cracked,

“Oh, sweetheart,” he pulled you into his chest, your head was hurting by how long you had held back the tears

His hand on your thigh rubbing your skin and before either of you knew, you had started crying. The way Joel held you so delicately had cracked the walls that kept you from crying. Joel hugged you tightly as you unleashed your past pain.

He kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear,

You’re home, you’re okay, you’re safe, it’s okay

After your crying ceased, you pulled away your head from his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

With his hands holding you from your waist, you looked down between you as you fiddled with your fingers,

“Tell me all about it, darling” he said quietly, not pushing you

And so, you did. You told him everything without filtering any part. And he listened to everything attentively. You felt his hand tightening and his jaw slackening when you told him about how some people never welcomed you. He wiped tears that silently escaped your eyes without your notice, when it got to painful parts.

You felt better, you felt lighter by the time you were done.

“Though I don't know if I should take up on Paul’s offer,”

“Darling, you’re here to relax, give it time and think about it when you’re well rested,”

You hummed, dropping our head on his shoulder. A deep sigh left your lips as you felt his hands tracing up your thigh.

You and Joel had never discussed about sex, none of you felt the need to. You both were way too lost in the non-sexual intimacy, but it didn't mean you never wanted to explore Joel beneath the garments he wore. Sure, there had been silent touches like this but that was it.

Joel’s touch awoke goosebumps on your skin as you shivered lightly. You turned your head on his shoulder and your gaze fell to the clock. 2:15.

You quickly faced Joel,

“Joel, it’s 2:15! Does Sarah know you’re out?”

His heavy tired eyes held so much adoration at your worry about Sarah,

“Yes, she went to bed, told her not to wait for me”

He leaned in and kissed your lips, “come over tomorrow night” he mumbled,

You giggled, “you know we can’t” you kissed him, as if you were drunk on his lips

He pulled away, getting a whine from you, smiling “I mean you leave your house anyway, we could hang out at my place,”

You blinked at him, not finding any issue with that, except “but this is our place”

“And it will be, just wanna treat you real nice, y’know-”

“Joel miller, are you asking me out for a date?” you teased

He closed his eyes, smiling and nodding, “I'm tryin’ darlin’”

You pecked the corner of his mouth, “okay”

You got up off his lap, “do you think there’s water in here?” you asked as you went further inside the hut,

“David said it’s in the fridge, can you bring me too?” He called out but you had forgotten water as you looked at how beautiful the hut was. It was made of all wood. There was a small bedroom in the corner, the kitchen wasn’t spacious either, but the window opened to a field. You wondered why David stopped living here.

You turned around to check the fridge when you saw a picture of a couple stuck on the fridge, it was David with his arms around his wife. You had never met her, but she was beautiful.

You took the picture in your hand as you swiped your thumb across the small portrait. David looked younger than he was now. The smiles they displayed were too pure and kind. You wondered what their love story would have gone through-

“Hey,” Joel’s soft call startled you regardless of his efforts of not scaring you,

“Oh-hi, sorry I just got sidetracked by their picture,” you apologized as you poured yourself and him water,

After a casual conversation in the kitchen, you both went home with a promise of a date tomorrow.

Your hands trembled as you put on lipstick. You were nervous and you weren’t even exactly sure why. Maybe the fact that you had a wet dream about him just an hour before you have to meet him.

You had met Joel a thousand times but having a proper date, that too in his house was not something you had anticipated when you returned to the town.

Your body was restless as you moved around the room looking for things. Your mind kept flashing the events from your dreams. You smoothed your hands down your dress one last time as you looked in the mirror.

Red frock with thin shoulder straps hugged your curves perfectly and ended just above your knee. You wore your matching heels as you descended from the stairs.

Your mother was in the kitchen making dinner when you sneaked up on her,

“Mom, I'm going to my friend’s she invited me for dinner” you informed

She took a double take looking at you, “honey, is it a fancy gathering?”

You never really dressed up on friends’ dinner, “um yeah, sort of”

You drove to Joel’s place; your palms were sweaty. You knew it was risky, so you parked the car at a distance from his house. You walked quickly, hiding your face, you rang the bell and stood back, your hands gripping the purse tight.

Joel opened the door as if he was already waiting by it,

“Hey- oh my God,” his eyes travelled from your head down to your toes, his breath hitched. He was completely speechless at how gorgeous you looked standing in front of him,

You felt flustered under his intense gaze as he shook his head snapping himself from the reverie as he stepped aside, extending his hand for you to take,

“Come in, m’lady”

“Oh?” you giggled, taking his hand “your southern charm is kicking in”

“Darlin’ I saved the best for night like these,” his hand was on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room,

“Is y/n here, dad?” you heard Sarah calling from her bedroom,

“Damn right she is” he marveled as he placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling he’ll be back in a minute

You took that small moment to check out Joel's house. It was warm and welcoming. Probably homier than your own.

“y/n!” you heard Sarah squeal as she threw herself on you

You caught her as she hugged you, “God, I missed you so much!” her voice muffled

“I missed you too so much,” your arms tightened around her

You both sat on the couch, “y/n, I'm so glad you’re back, dad was totally losing it” the revelation made your heart skip a beat,

“What do you mean?” your brows furrowed

“Uh- y’know he was really stressed, like a cloud always hanging on his head, even Uncle tommy figured it was because of you-”

“Sarah, what are you still doing here? Stacy and her dad are waiting for you outside-” Joel emerged from the kitchen

“Yeah- yeah I was just going dad” she said before looking at you, “I'll see you soon, right?”

“Yeah of course! We’ll catch up later, have fun!”

You and Joel sat at the table eating your dinner in a comfortable silence. You complimented his cooking, making him blush. When you both were done eating, you started to collect plates.

“No, Joel, I've got it, no big deal” you protested

“Darling, I can’t have you dealing with dishes, not when you’re looking drop dead gorgeous” he collected some dishes himself as he followed you in the kitchen

“Its fiiine” you sang

You stood in front of the sink, ready to wash the dishes when a pair of hands grabbed your waist and gently pushed you to the side,

“Jus’ sit there and look pretty for me” he smirked as he pointed his chin toward the dining table

“I can sit right here-” you hopped on the counter nearby before making sure it was clean, legs dangling as you watched him do the dishes. Sarah’s words ringing in your head,

It was oddly domestic and surprisingly it felt natural. You had the glass of unfinished wine in your hand which you sipped as you watched Joel. You replayed the dream in your head, how the curve of his nose nudged your skin as his lips caressed the skin of your tummy, moving down to-

“Enjoyin’ the view?” he countered

“Yeah, it's so good” you smirked

He dried his hands on the towel before making his way to you, “so, where were we?” His voice was low as he came closer. You subconsciously opened your legs to fit him in between. His slutty waist was even sluttier than what you saw in your dreams

His hands found their place on your waist, “did I tell you looked so beautiful?” his breath fanned over your lips

“Yeah, you did” you were shying away and avoiding eye contact by the way you were so turned on. You just wanted him to rip your clothes apart and just fuck you-

“Hey,” his firm voice cut through your thoughts as he took the glass from you to put it aside, “look at me” he demanded, and you obeyed.

His eyes were dark with love and lust, the look alone pooled heat between your legs. You remembered the look he gave you in your dream as he fucked you relentlessly. You nibbled your lower lip from keeping your thoughts to yourself. But your lustrous eyes had given away

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, he knew but he still asked. Though it was written all over your face

“N-nothing-” you stammered

He tutted, “no lies, darling”

You sighed as he led your hands to the back of his neck,

“Joel I-” you weren’t sure if it was right to share your thoughts, what if he doesn’t like you off clothes what if-

He read you like an open book, “None of that,” he gripped your chin, so you looked straight dead into his eyes, “calm your mind, honey” your mouth agape as how did he read your mind,

He leaned in and captured your lips,

“Tell me what you need,” his kisses left you mouth as he trailed down the side of your neck

“Say it, I'll make it come true” he nipped and licked your sensitive spot on your neck

“You, Joel” you gripped his shirt as he sucked a bruise beneath your ear,

“Me what?” his kisses were feverish, intense, you couldn't hold it back any longer

“I need you, Joel”

You closed your eyes scared if you had crossed the line, but there was Joel again making you face him, cradling your face

“Then you’ll have me”

You gasped at his words as his hands travel to your shoulder straps which he pulled down. He kissed his way down to your arm.

You couldn't help but squirm in his hold making him groan, “relax baby, will treat ya real nice”

Suddenly he picked you as he carried you to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

As soon as he reached the bedroom, he didn’t bother turning on the light letting the moonlight illuminate the bedroom.

He set you on the floor, as he pulled away from the kiss, he turned you around as whispered in your ear, “may I?” as his fingertips found the zipper on your back

You bit your bottom lip as you nodded frantically, aching for his touch,

“Words” his voice dominant

“Yes, please Joel” you meweled

He unzipped the dress, letting his fingers trail on the skin it exposed. Once done, he let the dress pool on your feet.

You tried to turn around to face him but his hands on your hips stopped you. He began kissing your shoulder blades, leaving butterfly kisses till he reached your neck, his hand travelled from your waist to your front,

Moving slowly, teasingly to trace the bottom of your breasts. He traced the lace of your lingerie,

“You knew we’d get here tonight?” he whispered

“I hoped to” you admitted

Enough of having his teases you grasped his hands in yours as you put them on your bra covered breasts. He grunted as he played with your boobs,

He carefully unhooked your bra before turning you around. His breath hitched as he took in your form,

“God you’re so-” he traced your boobs delicately, “so fucking beautiful” he breathed as he pulled you in for a kiss as he moved towards the bed,

“Lie down for me darling” he says

You did as he said and placed yourself on the bed, feeling bold you played with your boobs as you whimpered. He let out a strained sound as he watched you.

He fumbled with his buttons as he tried to unbutton his shirt as quickly as he could, he threw his flannel followed by his jeans

As soon as he was done, he crawled up on you, smashing his lips. His hands squeezing your boobs. His lips left yours as he trailed his lips south. He kissed your neck, then moving down he took one of your boobs in his mouth. You cried his name at the feeling. His hand squeezed your ass as his tongue rolled over your nipple. He lightly bit your nipple earning another strangled moan from you, he paid the same attention to the other boob.

His placed kissed on your stomach as he moved down and stopped right above your panties.

“Dirty girl, you’ve already stained your panties, I haven’t even touched you there yet”

“Joel please” you arched your back, just wanting him to take off the border between your aching heat and his touch

“Since you asked so nicely,” he hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties as he yanked them down,

he pulled you to the edge of the bed as he kneeled down

“All this for me?” he asked as he gawked at the juices you had spilled just by his kisses and touches

“All for you, please touch me”

He smirked, “so eager huh?” he said but whatever answer you had in mind was converted into a moan as he swiped his tongue along your pussy

He moaned and your mind went dizzy at his sound,

“You taste so good, baby,”

He licked all the juices, eating you out like a starved man. He flickered his tongue on your entrance pulling out a streak of moans from you, “oh you like that?” as he repeated his action

He put his finger inside you without a warning, receiving a gasp from you. His mouth not leaving your pussy as he started to pump his finger in and out. He hummed as you tugged at his hair tightly.

You could feel the tightening in your stomach as you moaned his name

Just like the first, he plunged his middle finger in, without a warning, “you were a moaning mess above him,

“I’m close Joel, so close”

He curled his fingers hitting just the right spot as he commanded

“Cum in my mouth darling”

His permission was all you needed before the coil snapped and you came all over his face and he drank in every drop.

You covered your face with both hands as embarrassment coated you.

Joel crawled back up, “hey, hey, let me look at the girl who just gave me a trip to heaven” he removed your hands from your face, pining them above your head

He kissed you and you moaned, tasting yourself on your lips. You freed your hand from his hand as you sneaked it in between both of your bodies as you grabbed his hard member from his briefs,

“His turn, now?” you smirked up at him

“He just wants to be inside you” he rolled his clothed core to your pussy

“Oh please,” you moaned just by the thought of it

He got rid of the briefs and swiped his fingers on your pussy to collect the juices on his fingers as he stroke his member.

Your eyes were wide as you took in its length, suddenly nervous, and Joel saw it

“Joel I-”

“Don't worry sweetheart, you’ll take it I know”

He nudged the tips of his cock to your entrance, his eyes silently asking for permission before he slowly pushed in. Your breath quickened as he moved his way in

Just as you thought he was in,

“Almost there, just a bit more” his voice came in

There was more?

He rubbed your clit with his fingers as he pushed in until he bottomed out.

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size before you squirmed,

“Joel move”

He pulled all the way out before slamming back in swift motion,

“Faster, Joel”

“You’re taking me so well,” you heard him grunt

You moaned as he picked up more pace, feeling his balls hit your inner thighs as he pushed in. He grunted as he maintained his pace. You could feel your second climax approaching

He brought his lips to yours, swallowing every noise that you made. The bed rattled against the wall as he slammed into you. Your hands clasped his shoulders, making sure to leave half-moons on his skin with our nails.

“Joel, I'm close” you gasped

“I can feel you clenching around me, hungh it's so good, baby you're so good” he kept praising you

The pleasure and pain combined was too much. He slipped his hand between your connected bodies as he rubbed your clit.

Your eyes opened wide, and your climax skyrocketed. You were chanting his name like a prayer, “pleasepleaseplease Joel let me cum,”

He stayed silent as he continued his sweetest torture on your clit, grunting every other minute,

You shook your head, tears forming from pleasure he was giving you, but you just wanted to let go,

“Joel-” you croaked,

“Let it go, darling” he whispered, and you came undone right then and there

Joel’s fingers didn’t leave your pussy and rode your high until you were done. Only then he pulled out his cock and spilled over your lower stomach and inner thighs.

He flopped on the bed face first beside you.

The room was silent except for your heavy breathing. After lying limp for a while, Joel rose from the bed, a smile gracing your lips at the sight of naked Joel running to the bathroom.

Having closed your eyes, you didn’t feel him returning until you felt the damp cloth on your inner thigh. You flinched at the contact with your over stimulated pussy.

You watched him with hooded eyes, too lazy to say anything.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his lips placing a kiss on your clit once before cleaning the mess and tossing the cloth away.

He was quick to return by your side, engulfing you in his arms, you felt content, you felt loved, you felt at home.

“Wish you could stay the night” Joel murmured in your ear

Your back to his chest, you traced your fingers on his arms that hugged you. “I wish so, too” you replied quietly,

You both had the same thing in mind, one month till you left.

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lizzieislife94x · 5 months

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Woman In Red. (e.o)

LizziexFem Reader

I'm reposting every one shot and fixing what mistakes i find along the way haha, i know they're not new but i hope yall enjoy them just as much!!

I'm to busy looking at my phone rushing through the busy streets of New York running extremely late to my job at the local bank next thing I know I crash into something and drop my phone ''fuck'' I groan as I drop my phone kinda pissed seriously what else can go wrong today I think to myself, I'm pulled out of my thoughts my the sound of a woman's voice I look up to the direction the voice is coming from and instantly feel my face flush red almost as red as her well flitted pant suit "I'm so so so sorry I didn't see you are you ok?'' she stutters trying to study me making sure I'm not hurt ''im yeah I'm fine honestly are you ok?'' I question ''it was completely my fault I should have been looking where I was going not my phone its just I'm running extremely wait for work so I'm truly sorry'' she giggles fuck her laugh is adorable, no y/n stop if you don't hurry you're gonna get fired I curse at myself ''no it was my fault your all Good can I get you a coffee or something as an apology ?'' she questions I give her a saddened smile ''as much as I would love to I can't unfortunately if I don't get to work ill have no job tomorrow" she almost looks disappointed and I apologies as I go leave I get maybe 5 steps away from her as I hear her call ''wait whats your name? Maybe I can get you that coffee after work?'' I smile and blush a little as I step towards her ''y/n l/n whats yours?'' she smiles ''lizzie Olsen its nice to meet you y/n so a coffee later?' Her smiles is so beautiful I reach into my bag and grab a business card with my work an phone number on it and hand it over to her ''yeah absolutely I really have to go but this has my phone number if you want text me a time and place and ill be there'' I gave her one last smile and walk away unable to get the smile off my face.

Ugh today is going so slowly and I can't get the woman in red off my mind she was a breath of fresh air why have I been thinking about her all day I let out a sigh and lean against my office table resting my face on my hands being rudely disturbed by my assistant calling through the speaker ''miss L/N your 1 o'clock is here to get their account set up should I send them in?'' I walk over refilling my coffee cup putting on a fake smile as I hold the buzzer to reply ''yes thank you Ashley'' I say in a not so enthusiastic tone I look down at the paper work in front of me as Ashley leads them into my office ''your one o'clock miss l/n'' I put on a smile and look up instantly frozen its her fuck the woman from this morning lizzie the woman in red fuck act professional y/n I stand up and offer my hand for a hand shake and Ashley leaves the room."its you'' is all I hear and I clear my throat I laugh nervously ''lizzie right? What are the chances what can I do for you'' I smile and offer her a seat as we both sit ''yeah small world'' she giggles and continues ''im actually here to open a new bank account I got divorced last year and its always been joint accounts and I thought it was time to open my own account'' I smile and smirk to myself She's divorced Good to know ''im sorry to hear that lizzie but you came to the right place ill be more than happy to help you get your account set up'' I get to work setting everything up.

Its been 3 hours she's still here we finished all the bank account stuff almost 2 hours ago but we've been sitting chatting and laughing unknowingly getting to know each other slowly, fuck her smile and laugh are perfect everything about her is perfect I shouldn't be thinking like this stop it y/n ''i still can't belive I crashed into you'' she laughs and I laugh with her ''hey it was 50/50 I wasn't looking where I was going'' her laugh calms a little as she looks at me ''honestly tho I'm glad we crashed into each other'' is she blushing holy shit, I play with my fingers nervously ''me too I enjoy chatting with you'' she leans over and gently rubs her thumb over my hand she must sense my nervous energy ''so are you still up for that coffee offer''she looks excited as she asks ''actully if I drink anymore coffee today I don't think ill sleep tonight'' she looks disappointed and I smile wide ''buuuuut we could go get ice cream or milkshakes'' I offer and her smile returns she looks like a child on Christmas morning ''that sounds perfect y/n so what time do you get off work" she questions I grab my phone to check the time ''umm now actually its just past 4pm I only had a half day today'' she nods and leans back in her chair fuck she looks sexy ''great we can leave together and go get some milkshakes'' I agree and gather my things as we leave the building together

"Holy shit this milkshake is amazing wow'' I say a little to loud, she has a smile on her face ''yeah this place is amazing I love coming here to unwind its always so peaceful to me'' I smile and look at her with a mischief smirk ''i think I'm going to have to steal it from you lizzie because these milkshakes are amazing'' I confessed with a smirk ''i dont mind but I'd rather you come back with me ''she looks down playing with her shake ''id love that if your being serious ''she looks up with a huge grin ''im completely serious but I was thinking the next time we hang out if you maybe want to make it a date?..'' she looks at me with hope in her eyes and I blush ''id love to go on a date with you'' we spend the next 2 hours laughing and chatting and gosh she's fucking perfect and she asked me on a date I still can't believe this beautiful woman asked me on adate, After another hour we leave and part ways sharing numbers before we leave, I head home with the biggest smile on my face people probably think I'm a weirdo but I honestly couldn't care less.

as I get home and settled for the night my phone buzzes grabbing my attention, i take a quick look and bite lip to stop the smile as i see her name on my screen or the name i gave her at least, i chuckle to myself before giving all my attention to the text

woman in red: Hey just making sure you got home safe, i had such a great day today thank you

Me:I did indeed get home safe thank you, and no thank you for the great day I'm so glad we met there's something special about you..

I turn my phone why did i say that I'm so stupid she's gonna think I'm crazy she won't reply fuck, my phone buzzes and I hide my face to scared to look at it fuck just look at it i say to myself mentally

Woman in red: I felt it too..i couldn't stop thinking about you after this morning and I felt something special I thought it was just me I don't want to freak you out so if you think its to forward please forget I said it haha..

Fuck, I can't help but smile at my phone like an idiot

Me: I don't think its to forward beautiful but hey ill text you later im so sleepy goodnight ❤❤

Woman in red: Goodnight beautiful sleep tight

Its been 6 weeks since I met lizzie we've been out on 9 dates and hungout loads since, she's fucking amazing and the more time I spend with her the more I feel myself falling in love with this amazing woman, I really want to make our 10th date something she will never forget..

AN:this chapter was just the meeting etc I wil post a part 2 with loads of smut don't worry but if you read these yall need to comment I need feedback I don't wanna keep writing if you guys find them garbage I don't know if its Good or bad anyway see you in the chapter, word count 1.5k (I'm just gonna keep the original ANs in haha)

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #fanfic #mcu fanfiction #oneshot #marvel mcu #mcu #wattpad #smut #lizzieislife94x

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jaemified · 10 months

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sunshine - kwon soonyoung

“you’ll always be my sunshine in the rain”

pairing; kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

genre; fluff, drama, unrequited love

warnings; minimal mention of drinking, soonyoung and reader get rained on in the middle

wordcount; 1.6k

synopsis; the one who stayed by your side no matter how many times you got fired from different jobs, tells you no matter the outcome, you’ll always be his sunshine in the rain.

read below the cut !

you had just been fired from your third job within a span of 7 months. not that you really did anything, you were always a competent employee, just the fact your overly.. energetic (to say the least) friend group would always seem to forget they are in public when they visit you. and once your boss found out they were yours, you paid the price no matter how much you tried.

“im sorry. i know it’s not you whos personally at fault, but we’ve been getting to many noise complaints from both owners next door. so we have to let you go, im really sorry again.” your boss, minnie, had told you before firing you from the bakery.

i mean, it made some sense that there would be noise complaints as the people next door were a tutoring company and a book store, but why would you have to be the one to take the blame?

at the end of the day, they were still your best friends, so you tried to see past it. but you really needed the money with rent due soon, not to mention the bills on top of all that. ‘i really might need to cancel my netflix and hulu subscription..’

you do have a roommate, sana, who you of course are close with, but with her being in law school, she was barely home.

of course she paid her share as she was pretty financially stable not to mention she still slept there (sorta) often, yet you never could ask her for money. though you went to high school and finished college together, it still felt weird asking for money.

so you sucked it up and went job hunting online, texting some of your (other) friends if they knew any available positions in the retail industry.

after 3 hours, you gave up. it was about 5pm now, and you had been rejected by around 15 different stores.

you decided to take a break to eat, and made a quick sandwich.

you scrolled through your phone mindlessly, before you received a notification from the one and only tiger lover (you really cringed when he told you to make that his contact name), soonyoung.

hoshi; r u ok

hoshi; srry me and kyeom got u fired

hoshi; picking u up

hoshi; dress nice

hoshi; jk u always do

hoshi; be there in 25

you sighed at his sad attempt to cheer you up. of course, him and seokmin were your best friends (among other things) yet you seriously had no idea how to move forward career wise.

you thought of just not telling them where you worked but they always found out one way or another.

even so, despite the desperate need for money you appreciated all soonyoung did for you. if he wasnt able to support you financially, he definitely always would mentally/emotionally.

with a heavy groan, you drag yourself off the couch to get dressed as you realized the minimal time you had left before he’d arrive.

you put on a yellow dress with yellow frill short sleeves, as well as a random pair of white sneakers before grabbing your bag and phone just as soonyoung texted he was parked outside.

“is that the dress i bought for you a while back?” he questioned while he backed out the parking lot.

“yeah. just never really had the chance to wear it since i was always working.”

“im sorry about that, again. i know you aren’t exactly the most financially stable but just know you can always come to me if you need-”

“soonyoung- weve been over this, i cant just ask you for money. i could never impose on you like that.”

“its not imposing if im the one offering it to you. but really, i don’t mind. im more then comfortable money wise right now.”

“only cause you live in cheols basement.”

“its not a basement- its a bedroom below the main floor. and josh literally has his own room on the same level as me! you know what thats besides the point. but you get what i mean!”

“yeah- you’re a group of 5 grown men living in a small technically one story plus a loft house with a.. not-basement because none of you wanna pay bills on your own.” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you let the wind blow in your face through the crack in the window.

“hey! you’re saying that like we all don’t pay our own fair share.”

“whatever. where are we going anyway.”

“somewhere.”

“no way. are you kidnapping me?” you dramatically gasped, putting a hand over your chest.

“stop talking or im dropping you off at the nearest insane asylum.”

—

after a good 15 minutes of driving, you realized soonyoung had taken you to the old park you used to always visit together, recalling all the fond memories while the rushed back to you when you first stepped out onto the grass.

you noticed soonyoung taking a smallish basket out the trunk before you connected the dots it your head — he had taken you onto a picnic.

“you coming? this basket isnt getting any lighter.”

soonyoung had brought all sorts of your favorite comfort foods, ranging from strawberry shortcake, to tteokbokki, and even spam musubi.

as you took a bite out of your slice of cake, you let out a little gasp as a bee danced around your fork, before eventually flying to crawl over your dress.

you immediately stood up to shake it off you, sighing in relief as you saw it fly away (thanks to soonyoung swatting it but youre an independent person)

“you’re that freaked out over a small bug?”

“it was a bee! i dont want it to sting me or get in my cake.”

“it only stings you if you attack it first.”

“you’re lucky i didn’t attack you. why are all the bees coming towards me and not you anyway?”

“guess the bees know who the real flower is.” he smiled, before digging back into his own food like it was nothing.

your heart melted at the little comment, but it was expected from soonyoung. you shouldn’t get all worked up from something so usual/normalized, you told yourself.

but if it was so normal, why was your heart beating so fast?

“that was a little sudden. what was that all about?”

“oh that? yeah i like you.” he shrugged like it was nothing, the words rolling off his tongue so naturally as if he was responding to the most obvious question in the world. like, what color is the sky, or, how the hell do you respond to your super cute best friend that you find attractive, saying he likes you but he just got you fired thrice??

you felt the air being knocked out your lungs, absolutely speechless.

“i only said it so naturally cause i know you don’t feel the same, you know,” soonyoung mumbled, seemingly reading your mind. “just kinda needed to get it off my chest.”

“soonyoung..”

“no i get it. i mean i can’t expect you to love me especially ive been such a bad friend. i knew you were struggling and yet i still got you fired. from three different jobs.”

“im really sorry.”

“no need, if anything i should be sorry.”

“you know i still really care about you, right.”

“course you do, its only natural, anyway”. he forced a smile, though he wasn’t quite sure what else he expected.

though, he supposed a small part of him was holding onto something, wishing maybe you could’ve been a little more.

coincidentally, you began to feel small raindrops against your finger tips. you looked up to see the once bright blue sky had turned gray and gloomy.

“that’s weird.. I don’t remember seeing any rain in the forecast..”

soonyoung immediately packed up everything as soon as he could the moment he felt the rainfall coming down harder and faster.

by the time he was done, you both were pretty drenched.

he dug through the neatly packed basket to grab his black denim jacket to wrap around your shoulders as he guided the two of you to the car through the rapidly shifting winds.

soonyoung was meant to drop you off, but you invited him in. despite all his personal protests, he still went in anyway.

you poured yourselves some red wine, sitting on the floor by the warm fireplace after the cold rain soaked you both.

“i dont know if it’s the wine talking but you are really attractive, even if i don’t see you the way you see me.” you slightly slurred.

“well. you know what they say, drunk words are sober thoughts.” he awkwardly chuckled.

“im sorry.” you drunkenly mumbled, your head tipping over to fall onto soonyoungs shoulder.

he quickly took your wine glass to put onto the coffee table behind you in order to avoid staining the fluffy white carpet.

“what for?”

“i still really care about you.”

“well. you’ll always be my sunshine in the rain, even if it’s only ever just as friends.” soonyoung whispered to you, pulling his jacket tighter over your shoulders while you let yourself be absorbed by your own dreamland.

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tartagilicious · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 -> a few people messaged me saying that they'd like to see a continuation of my previous post with vyn and marius instead, so ofc i'm here to deliver :D<3 to sum it up a little bit for anyone who doesn't want to look back at that post, though, the prompt is a little special -- it asks for a scenario where he catches you pretending to be in his profession with his kid, then also builds to how they fell for you :'D this definitely makes me think though... we just got cards with proposals... so what's next.... wedding cards.... happy family cards.... D: im gonna need to be hospitalised next year if vyn gets a wedding card

♡ 𝐯𝐲𝐧

-> sometimes, you suspect that vyn knew all of you the moment he laid eyes on you. it's his job to pick people apart, after all -- if not down to the bone, to the heart. and there is certainly no one that knows your heart better.

-> vyn's origin is quite hard to understand. no one knows where exactly he came from, or who he had met along the way. hence, why after partnering on a few cases together, you aren't completely surprised to learn that he fosters a little girl, around 9.

-> he's mostly open about the concept as a whole, though, telling you that while the child is technically related to him by blood, she belongs to a family member in an unfortunate situation.

-> and though you weren't shocked, still, the situation didn't completely sink in until you saw how they interact. the renowned professor and psychologist would drop down to a knee, smiling in an impossible way that reminded you of everything gentle in the world.

-> it was like he had the child's brain in his hands, able to see into every crevice and nook. vyn knew what to say, what to do, what to offer, and did it so patiently. the words not technically mine rang through your head once or twice, but it was obvious that the connection wasn't necessary. in their respective eyes, they were certainly father and daughter

-> perhaps vyn's greater instincts towards you were the reason you could meet her so soon after just getting to know him. but no matter his reasoning, you treasured his trust.

-> the child was beautiful, fairly reminiscent of him with the same golden eyes. and like her father, she took to you quickly. because of this, you began to see vyn frequently outside of work -- though over time, his daughter was present a lot less.

-> you remember one day clearly: you had stopped by vyn's office looking to pick up some files related to a domestic case, when a small head had popped up next to the receptionist as you explained your reasoning for a visit.

-> with the receptionist's permission, the little girl lead you back to where you needed to go, pointing to a general area of cabinets. you teased her about trying to replace her father, to which she puffed out her chest and deepened her voice to say a short line vyn told you often -- patient files are confidential, please be sure to file them properly with the court.

-> you laughed at the big words coming from such a tiny mouth, but egged her on anyways. as you searched through the cabinet, you asked her if she thought she was qualified enough to diagnose you like vyn would.

-> she thinks, giving you a moment of silence, but fills it in quickly by saying that because your hands were shaking, you probably had too much caffiene that morning.

-> you smile to yourself, thinking about the astute way vyn plans his way into conversations like these, where he reveals your opinion entirely without you so much as even noticing the correlation. and though her method doesn't match his, all in all, her diagnosis is correct. you tell her so.

-> "you're a few years of school away from surpassing him entirely." you joke, delighting in her grin at your approval.

-> finally, you find the the citizen's file that you're looking for. but, when you go to grab it, someone catches your wrist. you look up to find vyn, barely able to hold back his smile as he says,

-> "too much caffiene is extremely bad for the body, you know." he says it with thinly veiled amusement, and your heart pounds when you realise that he must've overheard the entire conversation.

-> his daughter though, blissfully unaware of your surprise, giggles and agrees.

-> there are a lot of things about vyn that you're unsure about, and you're positive that you will be for as long as he's uncomfortable revealing them. but for all of his secrets and shortcomings, there is a genuine person beneath it all.

-> he loves you like the air he breathes, and though he is unsure of a lot of things, he has never doubted you.

♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬

-> energetic, haughty, and powerful -- all words you've used to describe marious von hagen in the past. and he certainly had no shame in having such a reputation, you could see it in the way he smiled at you.

-> marius always had a right in his confidence, though, because he was everything one should be confident about. he was talented, clever, polite, and even had a successful company to fuel his escapades. at 24, he was what most people dreamed of being.

-> and despite the fact that he was still figuring everything out, you admired his commitment to the things that he loved -- he is genuine and true in everything that catches his eye. you suspect it's why he had been the first to step up to take care of his 13 year old nephew after his brother's disapperance.

-> because if nothing else, marius has a sense of responsibility unlike any other. so much so that you'd nearly mistaken the teenager in his office as his own. after all, being close in the family, the child had the same striking lilac eyes and particular way of narrowing his brows.

-> you remember the day you'd met him like yesterday. while you were expecting to meet marius in the pax building, there for nothing more than a few files and maybe a chat, you were met with a child rather than a man sitting in the president's chair.

-> foolishly, you had even wondered whether or not marius had been shrunk before the door opened behind you.

-> still, it's not like you didn't understand. the situation with marius' brother was unfortunate. it was only natural that he, as the teen's uncle, stepped up to take care of him as austin's wife grieved.

-> though, you found yourself repeatedly trying to clarify that the boy really wasn't marius' anyway. they even shared the same devious smile!

-> you think it was for that reason that you were able to accept the presence of the little boy so quickly. because however annoying you may have found marius on a given day, all of those carefree traits were simply better on a child.

-> marius lamented about this to you, of course. especially when your attention began to gravitate towards the boy whenever marius brought him around. which, of course, he inevitably did a great deal.

-> but you never quite had the heart to tell him that no matter how many sweets you bought, the games you picked out, or days you set aside for his nephew, marius would always be above him in your heart. partly because it was embarrassing to admit so, but also because you weren't completely sure how serious marius' whining was.

-> in truth, while the teenager was no replica, he definitely idolised marius quite a lot. habits, jokes, and even mannerisms were passed quickly between the two of them. and while at first it was only occasionally that you stopped to consider if marius' jealousy was genuine or not, with time, you were forced to visit the possibility more.

-> you think the tipping point for marius was when he visited you at work, fresh flowers in hand to congratulate you on winning a recent case, and the first thing out of your mouth after thanking him was where his nephew was.

-> his jealousy had been completely genuine, you realised. and though you laughed, it took every part of you not to reassure him then and there that some little kid wasn't going to steal his spot in your heart.

-> marius may be truthful and responsible, but when it comes to you, he's stumbling and inexperienced. his young age shows when he pines over how to confess his worries and feelings towards you, but for you to be the one to give him the chance to do so is more powerful than perhaps either of you realise.

-> though it takes time to understand, just as he puts his heart into everything that catches his eye, he will always put his all into you :)

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tears of themis headcanons #tears of themis marius #tears of themis vyn #tears of themis imagine #tot marius #tot vyn #vyn richter #marius von hagen #vyn x reader #marius x reader

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villainessxassassin · 2 years

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A weed in disguise as a delicate flower

Yandere! Wanderer! Scaramouche x fem! reader

warnings: yandere themes (duh), possessive, obsessive, mentions of Scara's real name, He's ooc but that's just how I see him I think, and he want's to gobble up ALL your love for himself like uhmnom nom nom nom nom <3

would it be bad to say im just as obsessed with this fic as when i am with this purple gremlin? oh well

An eccentric being who's risen from his slumber, and now continue's to walk the planes of inazuma.

Abandoned and alone, he has experienced first handedly how cruel the world was. Like beautiful flowers blooming in a feild as the gardener made sure to cherish the fragrance and beauty each one held.

When a flower starts to wilt and loose it's beauty, it is the gardeners job to tend to the blooming bud and make sure it gets all the wanted attention it needs to get better.

His was nothing like that.

A single flaw has costed for him to be tossed aside, plucked from the very soil he came from and casted away like worthless dross.

As he continued to drift farther and farther away from that grim day, the more he could finally look ahead and see something much more appealing to his own thoughts.

A girl he'd had no connections with and has never seen before, who took him in under her roof with nothing but a smile on her face. Her sweet intoxicating voice kept on repeating inside his head like a broken recorder, but instead of being filled with annoyance, it was the complete opposite. soothing he thought.

"It's cold out here during night time, and not to mention dangerous. Come, I'll serve us some tea once we get back to my place." Questions you didn't ask, only pulling him by the sleeve and leading him into your home.

Just from looking at his form you're mind had felt conflicted. The person infront of you had a face worthy of that of a royal's, and yet was dressed in what could've used to have been fine silk was now torn and muddied.

You'd seated him down at your table as you poured him tea, making sure he was comfortable before you sat down on the chair beside him.

Silence

"You shouldn't let strangers inside your house." he'd said with a straight face, only staring at the tea you've prepared.

"How do I know you're not but a guest? coming here to visit from a faraway land."

"I'm not. I've wandered these lands far more many times you've ever taken a step in your entire lifetime."

he was wary to answer you, but the atmosphere you've created in the room eased him by even the slightest bit.

"You're making it sound like all you do is wander, don't you have a place to sta-"

"I don't"

He knows you know. From the way you look at him you must think he's homeless. There were many others who took pity at the sight of him, giving him a place to stay for the night before kicking him out again the next morning.

He was already by the door before you could react. The tea was now cold. The least he could have done was drink from the cup but that would be a sign of him taking in your pity and hospitality. He can't have that.

Human kindness had it's limits, yet yours were at an unknown standing point to him.

"Wait!" he didn't move so you saw that as a sign to continue talking.

"Why don't you just live here with me?"

Conflicted feelings.

For one stayed because he thought of it as nothing but appealing but longed once again for the feeling of being wanted,

and the other who saw an empty void in need of being filled. Like planting a seedling in new fertilized soil.

more under the cut cuz there ain't no way this gon' be a yanfic without the yandere content

He didn't understand why, but since that day he's accepted your offer (and why he said yes was also still unknown to him), there was always this warm feeling inside of him whenever you entered a room.

You treated him differently as that of other guests, but he never complained as he liked that same warm feeling inhabiting his insides at the gesture.

Ever since then, you continued to care for him through things such as feeding, bathing, and even going as far as to give him games such as cards to satiate his boredom.

but he could never be bored when you were around him. Ō̷͉̻̺̝nly ẁ̴͙̜͈̬͕̮̬̗̽́̇hen it wä̷̦̣̜̙̰͕̻́̇͘s y̶̧̛̝̲̳͔̖̦̐́̈́̕o̷̠̘̳͙̳͑̐̂͗͂u̴͖̮̓̀͐.̸̭̩͒̀̇

"Why would you go to such lengths for a stranger" he'd ask you time and time again, and time and time again have you answered "I'll leave that one up to your imagination"

Humans really were cruel, and you were the cruelest, having him feel so weird whenever around you. Having him wrapped around your finger without even you knowing it.

but he liked it. the feeling of being wanted. needed. Even if your intentions to him were still not clear. He didn't care, for as long as you continued to keep him by your side he will continue to stay by you.

A small bud had started to grow in your little garden, and just like any other person should, you cared for it day and night without even the thought of what it would become when fully bloomed.

The boy had finally learned of this feeling when he 'unintentionally' tried to take a peak at a book you've been so immersed in these past couple days.

You haven't been giving him enough attention as of late and it worried him. Was this book so important that you had ignored your one and only guest?̵̢̫͍͙̖̀̒̆͊͆͆

But he could supposedly forgive you, since the said book had atleast answered the question that's been bugging him for quite some time now.

"Love" the book explained

At first the word left a sour taste in his mouth, but after repeating it again and again at the thought of just you, it started to taste sweet like honey at the tip of his tongue.

Love wasn't something he could attain. It was out of reach for him since the day he's reflected on himself as nothing but a husk. A doll that was only made to serve one purpose, but still managed to fail at just that.

But say he could feel what this love was. Was he allowed to feel this way? and for what? you?

unbelievable

He refused to believe it until his mind once again began to wander to the same book that piqued his interest at the topic.

The book's plot line was simple: "Two childhood best friends who caught feelings for each other growing up, and eventually confess their love and are now lovers and happy in their relationship."

Strange.

In a sense, the boy was able to picture the both of you, going through the same story as the characters in the book.

"They've known each other for a very long time" the book read. He'd say you and him have also been together for quite some time, now that he thinks about it.

"They care for each other and are always there for the other when they are needed." He remembers the many times you've placed his needs first above your own, and when you were having any difficulty with a mundane task he'd always be there to lend a helping hand.

He skimmed through the other parts of the story, a smile plastered on his face whenever there was a part in the book that was somewhat similar to the things you guys do in your day to day routine.

But the biggest aspect of the book that had caught his attention at the very beginning was

"They both reciprocate their love for one another and finally became lovers."

Kunikuzushi pondered on that phrase.

Just for reference he told himself, he'll admit to having feelings for you. So now. Just as the book described, both the characters in the story share the same feelings for each other, meaning...

The boy let out a gasp he didn't know he was holding in as he read the same lines over and over again. Taking a step back, with squinted eyes and tints of red adorning his face.

Could it possibly be... that you loved too?

His face went full on red from the tips of his ears to the point of his nose as he tried his best to hide the impish smile crawling up his face with his shaky hands.

That was it right? The reason why you took him in in the first place was because of "love at first sight" perhaps? And here he thought he was the only one who was having trouble being in the same room as you because his heart would always jump around whenever you were near, or how by just the sound of your voice would have him weak in the knees. You felt all those things too right? You have feelings for him as well right? R̵̰̜̒͋Ì̵̟̉̈̑̌͘G̷͖̀H̸̖̟̫͍̉Ţ̷̯̈́̌̀̒̃̌?̵͉͈͉̩̟̓͋̽̈́͝

There it was again, that warm feeling.

But instead of just passing it off as just a cold or natural reaction when a certain someone was around him—

He accepted it for what it was.

That he was in love.

He was overjoyed, thrilled, happy... but he needed to ground himself before he can continue going on thinking like this. He calmed his pants and breathes before steadying himself on the nearest piece of furniture near him

This was great. For once in his— as he would describe "uneventful life", he actually finally felt alive again.

But he shouldn't celebrate too soon. He's just realized now throughout the many years of being with you, you had yet to have given a label to your relationship.

He didn't know what came over him, but he needed you. now.

He wasn't going to just sit there and wait for the universe to give him an answer. His ego was inflated and there was no way he was backing down without a proper reply to what he feels for you.

As the flower begins to grow more leaves and roots, so does its need to be given more close attention. One must always water their plants daily, giving it all the necessities it needs in order to grow up healthy and beautifully.

But there are times where you give them a little too much of what they need. So they adapt to what you give and will only continue to ask for more and more.

Huh, what a cunning flower you must be.

____

I'll be making a part 2 soon, hope you enjoyed my self indulgent (kinda) yanfic for the one and only purple midget

-kishira

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #kishira writes #yandere x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #yandere

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jtl-fics · 10 months

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HELP NOT THE “DOES HE GET ONE FREE HIT A YEAR” & “CAN HE PUSH A HYGIENE INITIATIVE” PLS IM ABSOLUTELY WHEEZING POOR FF IS GOING THROUGH IT AHDHDJJSHSHS

loved this part (as i always do) lmaoo poor ff my man is truly really going through it omg. i loved the kevins pov at the start hahdjdjdjbd getting a true glimpse into his truly 1 way exy street mind hehjahhqhe but it was kinda so sweet about him thinking about his relationship with neil

nicky is the best friend we all need omg

gs absolute legend <3 shes so sweet pls omg i love her so so much just her reassuring ff <3 ff sweetie u dont need to accept the job :( u dont need to do anything, uve done great already <3 but the bit w wymack at the end was HILARIOUS from gs looking and realising its just him and continues in english, to him being BAFFLED BY THEIR CONVERSATION LMAOOO anyway hope u have a wonderful day ily <3

Lol catch me writing a follow-up series where FF ends up (through a series of goofy events obviously) deciding to work for Ichirou. Ichirou has pushed that this guy is actually a great asset and has the cut throat personality needed to the 'elders' of the family he hasn't managed to purge out of power quite yet.

Except it's FF and he's quite obviously NOT a cutthroat guy at all. Like he walks in on someone cleaning up a body and just goat faints again.

Ichirou can't backtrack so now it's Ichirou spinning everything FF does in a sinister light. Hygiene initiative? Cleaning up more effectively at crime scenes. Dental Insurance? Harder for there to be anyone with a distinctive bite pattern. A fixed income for all full time thugs? Keeps anyone from gaining too much power and stops over-enthusiastic rookies.

Slowly but surely Ichirou gets the highly efficient family he wants all while FF is just like "Ok I actually got another job offer can I use u as a reference??"

I love FF and Nicky's friendship. So much. I didn't expect to become so attached to it but I AM.

I am super thankful for Kevin since he helped me set the stage for writing the chapter. I kept starting with Neil and Andrew coming in and then decided to start somewhere else.

Wymack suffers but also he has accepted his lot.

#Fluent Freshman AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #Andreil #Ichirou Moriyama #Ask #FF - Part 30

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whorbidmore · 18 days

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hey!! this isn't the full fanfic im planning on releasing, but more of a little tester to how easily writing comes to me if that makes sense? i wrote this all in one sitting with zero proof reading so, if there's parts that make no sense/etc., that's why. it started off as another little blurb but then i got a little carried away :3

i wrote this with a pre-top trans masculine reader insert in mind, but kept descriptions relatively neutral since this is more of a focus of a pre-established relationship through the emotional lens of Leon. how he views his partner, what he does to comfort them, etc. though i do attempt to illustrate how oppressive gender dysphoria can be at points. of course not all trans people experience dysphoria, and especially not to the degree I've written, and this should be in no way used as a cover-all essay on trans masculine identity. though im drawing from the experience of some of my most dysphoric thoughts.

also i accidentally posted this a day early so, just know this piece of crap was finished 10/04/24 (today, as of official posting)

Leon Kennedy × Trans Masculine!Reader

content warnings: discussions of gender dysphoria, internalized transmisogyny experienced through an implied trans masculine lens, hurt/comfort (?), fluff, smut, Leon being a sweetheart, not proof read or edited, im actually just shitting this out to satiate the need to write. 18+ content, minors/ageless blogs/TERF/RADFEM's dni.

leon would always be there for his partner when they're feeling dysphoric. he's not the most experienced wordsmith when it comes to assuring them in this way, but reassurance through action can be just as comforting.

on those days where simply telling his partner that he sees them as the person they are, — that behind their body, there's no doubt in his mind that his partner is who they say, and who they feel they are, — isn't enough, he offers solace through action. most often, that means scooping his partner into his arms and holding them, letting them burrow against him, seeking the warmth of his presence away from the harsh glare of gender dysphoria. other times, leon takes matters into his own hands.

times where the level of their dysphoria is all encompassing, looming over them with an oppressive shadowy aura of visceral discomfort, extending beyond their minds view of their body. when dysphoria halts them from completing daily tasks they'd otherwise had no problem in doing. the odd occasion where, if the issue were to be personified, it'd take the form of a sexist, bitter and bigoted old man, waving his cane over their head and grumbling about how 'real men don't do these things' or 'if you were a real man, you wouldn't do this', 'act like this', 'think like this', be like this. eyes darkened and expression hollow, a loose, dissociated grip of the kitchen brush as dysphoria pecks away at their brain like a woodpecker of internalized transmisogyny, Leon steps up to help.

snaking his arms around his partners waist, a tender kiss against their temple as he loosely guides their hands with his own as he washes the dishes. his partner never doubted his own masculinity throughout their relationship, he knows that won't change watching him do the archaically 'female job' of washing dishes.

a display of emphasis, quietly reminding his partner that it's not the actions that make the man. it's the connection between yourself and the identifier of the title. showing that no amount of dish soap, pink button up shirts or anything frilly, prissy or societally deemed 'girly thing's would take away the man Leon knows he is.

Or the person he knows his partner is.

those small, wordless conformations to ground his partners mind back to the reality of those dysphoric thoughts, being just that. thoughts. thoughts that have no place in the world around them. thoughts of a far outdated view of what is manly and what isn't. outdated views that barely apply to cisgender men, let alone people like his partner.

other times leon let's his actions speak the comfort his words try to convey, is when he takes the time to appreciate his partners body.

it's well acknowledged that leon isn't simply the type to be in love, but more openly infatuated with his partner, especially behind closed doors. he wakes up early every morning just to admire his partners sleeping face, the beat of his heart harmonizing a rhythm of raw affection, even as his partner snores with an open, drooling mouth. their face is nothing less than the image of perfection in his mind. every lash on their eyes and healing acne scar, only captivate him further into the safety of their presence. as he does for them. not only does leon worship who his partner is as a human being, he would never withhold himself from worshipping the alter of their form. mind, body and spirit, in leons mind his partner deserves to be worshiped. and when it gets in their head that their mind and soul had been sent down to the incorrect vessel; — a mix up in their otherworldly journey, — how could he ever ignore that?

barely a second thought in his mind, leon would be laying kiss upon heated kiss to his partners lips, fingers tilting their chin to meet him at just the right angle. always beginning so tenderly, words whispered breathlessly as he showers them in praise. voice low against their lips, occasional mumbles of, "...So good...", "...God, you're amazing...", tied together with the prayer of their name, profanities hissed between Leon's teeth.

he tries his best to selfless, especially with his partner, but when he could be sent away from them for weeks at a time, how could he refuse to indulge.

his hands roam along every inch of his partners body, memorizing every dip, curve, swell and crevice. a man who craves every detail of their being. hands so familiar with weaponry and gore, now splayed across the dip in his partners waist, their bodies pressed close together, huffs of adoration caressing the skin of their neck as the muscles in their stomach tense.

it doesn't matter size or shape of his partners chest, whether untouched by the surgical precision of the scalpel or flattened, molded to the shape of their very essence, scars like the thorns of a rose. his rose; bold and beautiful, standing tall and proud against the shroud of spikes and vines that caged them in others perceptions. it doesn't matter the presentation of the flesh when attached to the person he'd give his life for. just as much a man when building Ikea furniture, as they are sitting on the couch in a blanket.

as manly as ever dripping with perspiration returning home from a walk, as they are with Leon's face between their legs. tongue savoring the taste as he tunes into every little motion and noise being offered from his partners lips, a deep chuckle bubbling in his throat at their response to his own lips wrapping around their sensitive clit. god, he could stay like this for the rest of his life. fingers in his hair as he feasts on the love of his partners body, groaning in pleasure with every pulse of their pussy beckoning his tongue further.

keying in to every signal, he only loses himself further the closed his partner is to orgasm, to invested in the task at hand to give a shit about his aching jaw. mumbling the tiniest phrases of affirmation as he hoists their thighs over his shoulder, so carried away their body ends up folded against itself atop their mattress. telling them how fucking gorgeous they are, especially with their face all scrunched up, breaths laboured as they cry out in ecstasy.

resting his head against their inner thigh, hand stroking the dull ache in his jaw, he'd stay in that same spot until his partner catches their breath, nothing short of admiration in his gaze as he stares past the mess he'd made of them.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil smut #18+ mdni #smut #trans masc reader #reader insert #x reader #ftm reader #fangsfic #listen this is not actually meant to be a fully fledged fic if that makes sense??#like this isnt what people voted for its more of a warmup to get me invested in actually writing fanfics #ive only ever made a couple fanfics that i kept to myself so this js a biiiiiig step for me :>#im v aware that this is quite shit but whtvr! i wrote!

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imagine ur some french guy who got dumped by unknown colombian woman and now ur living ur khaki life on the coast of cartagena and ur friend catalina comes down to work on colombia's beauty pageant and brings with her a severely depressed assistant with enormous glasses and gelled down bangs. and ur friend is like 'hey help me cheer my assistant up she's going through it' and ur like 'okay sure whatever' and as pageant week continues u discover that ur friend's assistant has a forehead and giant eyes and damn she's cute actually. u and her are getting along great. yeah u tried to kiss her and she rejected u but it's probably bc she's just shy. pageant week ends and she leaves but she'll probably call u right? weeks go by and ur channel surfing on ur tv by the beach and u see her--ur friend's newly beautiful assistant only she's not an assistant anymore. she's launching a fashion line on tv with all sorts of famous ppl around her. u thought she was a beach girl and that she wasn't really into fashion. that's so weird.

anyway, u call ur friend and ask about her now beautiful Not assistant anymore friend and u learn she's president of some company you've never heard of and that its not a permanent job and ur like oh?? suddenly u remember ur business plan with some other ppl about colonizing the cartagena coastline with some chain restaurants and ur like like 'well.....before i waste money on putting a job ad in the Colombian Times i may as well....offer a managing job to a woman who already has a job that i only knew for 1 week but when u get to this company that youve never heard of until two days ago (bc u didnt call the woman u wanted to see ahead of time) u catch her by surprise when she's yelling at an employee. these polluted, busy cities, u think--they always change u : ( but not to worry! u offer a beach life job to this woman ur pretty sure u know well, of course u tell her she wont be getting paid the same as she is now as president of a company. but its okay bc the cost living is different at the beach <3 but when u mention her previous employer in a negative way her giant eyes get darker and she kind of looks at u funny.

u try to distract her by describing the ocean again. then u drive her car to her house to meet her parents bc that's a normal thing to do with a woman youve known for a week. her parents like u and u think all u need is one dinner to close the deal. but right as ur both about to drink the mai tai u made her order, her old boss shows up and sits next to her. and ur very confused. her old boss starts talking about ur job offer and how it's wonderful and ur like 'well yeah' but then he starts talking about the company and how much company loves her and how much the company needs her and ur like 'oh??? Oh'. and then u think to urself--'maybe i should have put an ad in the paper' bc it looks like someone's already in the boss\employee fall in love trope and its def not u. ur date-not-date is ruined even tho she tells u she does want ur low paying job. weeks go by and ur colonizing chain restaurant friends have already hired someone for the position u were offering to some woman u only knew a week but bc u like to suffer, u call her and she's like 'michel?? oh hey. no i wont be taking ur job offer. but thank u for thinking of me. sorry, i cant talk right now, im on my way to a dress fitting. ciao. 'dress fitting? must be busy with another fashion launch'. she never calls u back. oh well. at least u have those free ocean sounds.

#ysblf #yes this is about michel #bolded emphasis is canon #yes including the dress fitting mention

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cheeriecherrymain · 1 year

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What about reader proposing to Viktor? I’m so bad at requests I’m sorry lol <3

Not me taking two months to get back a request OOPS

I know this was for the five somethings prompts, but my brain is working in headcanon format rn im sorry

Viktor x gn!Reader (SFW)

-Neither you nor Viktor had ever expected to end up in a relationship, much less with each other. You’d met when you were merely students, and had been bitter rivals for years, before you’d drunkenly fallen into bed with one another after some fancy event you’d both been invited to.

-A drunken night during which time you admitted that you really didn’t understand why he hated you so much - didn’t understand what you’d done or how you’d offended him to warrant such a reaction.

-The days following had been awkward, before he’d finally singled you out and apologized for how he’d acted towards you. It would take a couple more years to get the reason behind his actions, but for the time being, you were sated by an apology (though you did also manage to get him to agree to dinner together).

-The rest was history. Your relationship had grown stronger from there; you became a force of nature when working together, constantly encouraging each other to learn and grow. There wasn’t a person at the academy who wasn’t aware of your ingenuity as a team, even if most of the student body had never met either of you.

-Eventually your schooling came to an end, though, and you went your separate ways…

-At least in terms of work.

-Viktor found a temporary job as Professor Heimerdinger’s assistant, and you started your career as a lab technician. Both of you were run dry by the end of every day, falling into your shared bed with groans and quiet complaints. You barely had the energy to tell each other about the kinds of nonsense you had to put up with - impossible tasks and hazing by coworkers, or having to sit and read through dozens of shoddy essays written by the first-years.

-You’re together almost three years by the time he starts a partnership with Jayce - four years when you finally quit your job to join their team - five years when you come into the lab one day, riddled with anxiety.

-Viktor is thankfully out for the afternoon, leaving just you and Jayce to finish up with the experiments you’d had planned. Jayce, though -brilliant as he is- did have a tendency to stray from the checklists you’d always lay out. Typically he’d find little things that you’d missed or not taken into account, or a test would go so awry that the prior plans needed to be scrapped and rewritten. But today?

-Today he was chatty.

-Even worse, he was chatty about you. Asking you why you looked so stressed all of a sudden, why you were fidgety, why you kept digging around in your pockets as if to check for something.

-You cared about him immensely, but sometimes you really hated that he was so observant.

- “You have to promise not to tell Viktor,” you whisper to him, glancing one last time at the door. Jayce nods quickly, and you pull a little box out of your pocket - wrapped in dark leather, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand.

-Jayce’s eyes go wide. “Is that what I think it is?” he asks.

- “Yeah. But!” you cut him off before he can start offering his congratulations, “I still need to ask him.”

-You open the tiny box, and observe the ring. Dark polished steel, without gems and subtle enough to not call attention. It doesn’t look like much at first glance, but up close it’s covered in intricate engravings and beautiful details that you know he’ll appreciate.

- “I made it myself,” you explain, “though getting his ring size was a pain in the ass. I never realized how lightly Viktor sleeps until I tried to wrap a string around him - it took me an entire week, Jayce. A week!”

-You sigh, and shut the box, shoving it back into your pocket. “I just…don’t know how to ask him. I want it to be personal, y’know? Private, intimate. We haven’t really talked about getting married, but…I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”

-Jayce’s eyes go wide, and you continue, “But what if we’re not on the same page? We’ve been together for so long that we can predict each other pretty well, but…I don’t know. I’m just nervous, I guess. It’s not every day that you get to ask your boyfriend to marry you, so it’s not like I’ve had any practice- what are you doing, Jayce?”

-The man in question is very urgently gesturing at you, a multitude of movements that you’re completely unable to comprehend.

- “I believe he’s trying to tell you to stop talking,” an amused voice comes from the doorway. “Granted that I’ve already heard most of your conversation, though, the action is moot.”

-You swivel around in your seat, eyes wide as saucers. You open your mouth to speak, hoping you can save yourself, but not a word comes.

-Jayce dips within a couple seconds, loudly proclaiming that he ‘forgot the thing at the place’ before all but running out of the room. Leaving you and Viktor. Alone.

-The silence stretches on for longer than you’d like, before you’re finally able to say anything.

- “This…isn’t how I wanted things to go,” you grumble, leaning back in your chair to stare at the ceiling. Viktor hums a quiet reply, and you listen to him amble across the room to take a seat in the chair that Jayce had recently vacated.

- “And how did you want it to go?” he asks, his tone carefully neutral.

-You roll your head sideways, breaking your gaze away from the tiles above you to instead stare at your boyfriend. “I don’t know,” you admit. “Maybe dinner at our favourite spot, or a night in together. Something quiet, that was just for us - I wanted to ask you without an audience, or without some grand show, because…because I know you don’t like that kind of thing. Plus, I love the moments we have together. Our quiet mornings and lazy evenings, our sleepless nights in the lab. That’s…what I want, for the rest of our lives.”

-You can feel the blood rushing to your face, threatening to set the tips of your ears on fire. “It’s corny, I know, but- Viktor, are you crying?”

-Much to your dismay, your boyfriend’s eyes have glossed over, and you can see a fat line of tears welling up behind his lashes. You’re upright in half a second, scooting closer to him until you’re able to take his face in your hands.

- “Don’t cry,” you murmur, tenderly wiping the damp tracks off his cheeks. “We don’t have to get married if you don’t want to - as long as I’m with you, it doesn’t matter what-”

- “Ask me,” he interrupts.

-You pause.

- “Ask me,” he says again.

-You swallow thickly, but take a breath. “Viktor,” your voice is soft, “Will you marry me?”

-If his lips on yours in the next moment isn’t enough of an answer, then the breathless little ‘yes’ when you finally pull apart is. You carefully take his hand and slide the ring onto his finger, bringing his knuckles up so you can lay another soft kiss.

-It’s a perfect fit.

#viktor x reader #viktor arcane x reader #viktor headcanons #but not really #more of a bullet point story

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darling-miaxoxo · 1 year

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Fuck you! (part 2)

A/N: part 2 of the fuck you drabble/oneshot i made- Also due to the amount of p*rn bots circling tumblr, im blocking blogs who have a default pfp, no title, and have no posts. Sorry for the inconvenience! Also this is long af- I wont be posting for the next 3 days as it is my exams, again. Warning/s: Murder, mentions of cheating, violence, successful assassination attempt. Summary: It's been a few years since you last saw them. You have been working as an assassin to make ends meet. You get a request to take out a girl. Not just any girl. The girl Alma was with. ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You were opening up your phone to check on social media. As you were watching some videos, you decided to go check on your secret. The main reason you were making money. You opened up the app that looked like a dictionary. It asked for facial recognition and the password. You let the app scan your face and entered the password. It was the assassination app. You checked your requests for any new assassination requests. So far, there were a lot, it makes sense as you are the third top assassin, and was never caught. But one request caught your eye. It was requesting for you to kill a girl. Not any normal one. The girl you caught Alma with. And their offering a hefty amount of money too! 10,000$ to be specific. You accepted their request and were going to meet up at their house in Wales when the job is done. Ha! Funny isnt it? The risk of getting caught by your ex-wife. Almost like the time you caught her. Actually scrap that, Just like the time you caught her. Adrenaline was rushing through your veins. The thought of seeing her again in shock of her seeing her ex-wife murdering a-not-so-innocent girl. You were getting ready for the job. Shotgun's, pistol's, knives, smoke bombs, your mask, your hoodie, and most importantly your lucky necklace, which included a photo of the children in it. Just the children, no Alma cause you were heartbroken and cut that part of the photo off. You made sure that everything was intact and ready for murder. Violence is not the answer is what you would tell to a child. But to a grown adult? Violence is the answer to almost everything. They can take it, their a grown adult adult after all. You found out that this girl was in Wales. Stalking skills sure do come help in assassination. ≪•◦ Time skip ◦•≫ You were currently on Wales, your backpack was heavy, but it is a small price to pay for you not getting killed by police. After all, you did kill hundreds. If they found out, you would be sentenced to death almost immediately. Oh sweet Cairnholm. I missed you. You tried to find out where this girl was, your not planning to stay for long. You put on your white hoodie and mask and started to walk the place. A regular person would think; why would an assassin wear a white hoodie? Well because, you can just see the blood splatter across your hoodie. One might say you were crazy. But you have gone too crazy to care. You heard a crack. Reflexes kicked in, you turned around almost instantly. There you saw her. The very girl you saw Alma with. "Well. Long time no see hm? Never knew your name." You said, your voice deep. "Huh? Who are you?" The girl foolishly said. "The person you will see last." You murmured. Grabbing your knife and then slashing her dead. The blood splattered against your white hoodie. Oh, this was fun. You took off your hoodie and was ready to go to the person's home. The person was non-binary, so you tried your best to use their preferred pronouns, which was they/them. You started to walk to their house and knocked. The person answered and asked you to come in "Hey, thanks for eliminating her for me. She was cheating on me and tried to kill me after wards. Anyways, I know your here for the money and not my sad story so here it is" The person said, and you wanted to help her out so you replied with; "No problem. I know the feeling. Please contact me again, next time is on the house." You grabbed the briefcase and started to walk back to the ferry. You decided to might as well visit them. As long as they dont find out your secret. You walked to the cave entrance and heard the familiar popping sound you hadn't heard in years. You heard the flowing of the grass as the weather of Cairnholm was changed from a foggy day, to a clear, sunshine day. You started to walk to the home. You heard the familiar laughing of the children in the distance. But, you couldnt stay long. Or else, they might find out your secret. You breathed in and finally stopped being scared and knocked. Ready to face whoever it was, after all, if it was Barron you could easily slice his head off.

Emma answered the door, her eyes wide as she saw you. "Miss Y/n?" She said, her voice shaky and laced with both curiosity and sadness. "Yes?" You said, mischief laced in your voice in contrast with her curiosity and sadness. She came forward and hugged you, tears coming out of her atlantic-like blue eyes. "Shh, I'm here now." you cooed. You were an assassin, not a monster. "Now let's come inside, shall we?" You said as the blonde-haired teenager sniffled. She led you inside. You were wondering were Alma was and that question was soon answered when you saw her outside watching the children with a smile on her face. You started to walk closer to her, your black and white Japanese-styled shoes clicking on the wooden planks beneath you. "Hello darling, long time no see hm?" You murmured in her ear from behind. She instantly turned around. "Y/n!" ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

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#alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #angsty kind of

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whchenlvr · 1 year

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hi! the union being jealous got me thinking about it all day. you portrayed them so well!!

can i request a eunjang version of it? thank you! stay hydrated, alright?

yesss im glad you liked it!! stay healthy and hydrated as well <33

jealous eunjang ;

weak hero!eunjang x gn!reader

gray yeon

“come on, y/n!”

you laughed as one of your old friends grasped your wrist and dragged you to a small street food display, glancing over your shoulder to mouth “sorry” to your boyfriend. gray raised a hand to show that it was alright, but you could tell by his stiff posture that he was uncomfortable.

you’d be lying if you said you loved how clingy your friend was being, especially considering he’d grown a foot since the last time you saw him. you felt like a rag doll getting dragged everywhere by its owner.

since you didn’t want to ruin the reunion, you played it off and pretended to enjoy his strange form of hanging out. clearly, gray wasn’t having any of that.

when your friend reached for your hand, ready to drag you around some more, your boyfriend stepped forward, grabbing your friend by the wrist. “i think that’s enough for today.” he stated, and you got the familiar chill from him. he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

you managed to separate them without any violence, and happily walked home with your boyfriend. “you know, you’re pretty scary when you’re jealous. i like it!”

insert gray with bright pink flustered cheeks <3

ben park

i think ben would be the type to be unaware of how jealous he clearly is. i mean, he knows when he’s jealous, but so does everyone else.

in this case, you and ben are volunteering at a dog shelter when you’re suddenly approached by a young group of staff members. ben’s defense is instantly up, but you don’t even notice them since all your focus is on the puppies jumping around you.

to get your attention, one of the members places a hand on your back, and ben just sits in the corner, a dark cloud surrounding him. you would jump up to join them in their hunt for soda when you catch a glimpse of your fuming boyfriend. recognizing his expression as the “jealousy stare”, you politely decline their offer and make your way over to ben.

“you’re doing it again...” he looks genuinely surprised by your words “hm? doing what?”

you mimic his expression, and ben turns bright red. “i can’t help it! they give you the googly eyes...”

“aww, babe! don’t be jealous. the only person getting googly eyes from me is you.”

alex go

“you’re sulking,” you whispered to your boyfriend, keeping your voice low to avoid disturbing anyone else in the theatre.

an old friend of yours had invited you and alex to go on a double date with a boy she likes. you, being the friend you were, decided to play wingman and talk your friend up to her date. you were so excited to see him smile, thinking he was interested in what you were saying about your friend, but alex could see otherwise.

so could your friend.

you didn’t understand why she was giving you angry looks when all you were doing was talking her up to her crush, but you quickly realized after seeing alex’s glare at the boy across from you. every piece came together when the boy began touching you with his feet beneath the table, and lucky for you, alex caught the very uncomfortable look on your face and made an excuse to leave.

“you know,” he started thoughtfully on your walk home. “i can’t believe i was jealous of that guy. what a prick.”

“gosh, please never be like that. like, ever, alex go.”

gerard jin

you’d asked gerard to give you tarot card lessons after watching him read rowan’s future. you knew he could sing, play the guitar, and work a part-time job, so the fact that he could also read tarot cards utterly bewitched you. so, when gerard offered to show you how to read tarot after his shifts at ttosikki, you were eager to accept.

he sat you down at an empty table and laid the cards out, walking you through what each one was and meant. he was about to describe another when a customer came up and pointed to one of the cards. “look! they’re holding hands! how cute!” you smiled and nodded, hoping it’d make the man bug off quicker, but he didn’t seem to catch your lack of interest.

you’d noticed how tense gerard became and tried to ask the man to leave. “what?” he asked in a bored tone. “am i bothering moss-head over there?”

it may have been jealousy he felt at first, but now gerard was just angry and embarrassed. however, he wasn’t expecting you to stand in his defense. “sorry, mister, but we’re studying right now. please leave.”

after a few moments, the man finally left. to ease the tension, you decided to tease gerard a bit. “hm, was that jealousy i spotted?”

“n-no!”

teddy jin

it was clear to everyone that you and teddy were going to date as soon as one of you had the guts to ask, but teddy felt comfortable enough with you to show you his little... after-school project. honestly, you were a bit worried about what was so secretive, but once you saw it, it all made sense. “aww!” you squealed, instantly kneeling down to pet one of the dozens of cats and kittens living near an abandoned garbage can.

“this isn’t... i don’t know, weird?” teddy asked in a hesitant voice, and you looked back at him to shake your head, quickly turning back to all the kittens trying to climb you. “not at all! are they all strays?”

he was going to answer until co, his beloved, left his side to join the cats surrounding you. teddy’s bottom lip jutted out, shoulders hunching as he watched you run your hand delicately over co’s head.

oh my god... am i seriously getting jealous of a cat? he thought when he caught his defensive posture. you let out a short giggle when one of the cats licked your hand, and teddy’s face went red. “alright, co, that’s enough.”

“but she’s so cute!” you exclaimed, despite teddy’s cute little jealous pout. “aww, don’t be upset! do you need attention too, teddy?”

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #gray yeon #ben park #alex go #gerard jin #teddy jin

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Alright to start this ask off I'm just gonna say my interactions w/ you have genuenly been one of the funniest ive had in a long ass time. I've read ur recent post and I empathyse a lot. You seem incredibly funny and genuine. Idk your situation and your background and even your age, but I think you can and are pulling through. Things will get better even if you dont actively want them to. Im not saying this in a vague hope to make the situation you are in better. Im telling you, as a person who from the age of 14 went from therapist to therapist, somehow been on meds that dont fuckin exist yet in croatia, someone who feels trapped in the very /country/ she lives in with no means of escape, someone who is "waiting" for things to finally financially/academicaly/politicaly be better so that I can make something of my life. As it did for me, you will feel joy again in what you do, in what you have, and in what you can achieve. I think it's ok to be down, its ok to feel like "if a bus hit me tomorrow i wouldnt protest" but the thing about people is we adapt rather quickly. So putting yourself out there, going to places you are scared to and believe yourself to be an outcast from is exactly what gets you to meet people and see things that youll remember forever. And after a while the outcast will stop coming to these places, the person there will be someone who belongs. Apathy is a way of saying "fine whatever i dont even care anymore" but youll see how much you care.

I started getting ok after a full decade of *trying* and what I've always found is that for me the saying "don't take anything seriously" is no.1 rule. I get worked up, anxious and overwhelmed with so much so many times.

You may have problems with people at work with friends and whomever, but the main thing you gotta remember is *you cant change anyone but yourself*

And its not a change of personality, hair color, interests, its how much something will get to you, how willing are you to give something up thats not working out and how you will percieve something.

I have no doubt that you know all of this crap but i guess i wanted to say all of that just bc there is no greater pain for me than when i see someone feel like i did regardless of the reason or situation.

Keep on truckin and doing what u love even if its mpregfrance posting. I will always be here to send you to liking-france-jail, mwah <3

hello my sweaty angle <3 i'm sorry i'm just replying to this now. i had to sleep on it because your thoughtfulness deserves a sincere reply.

first of all - thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being so kind, sweet and insightful and offering your support.

the fact that you would take the precious time out of your day to write this out for me is, in a word, unbelievable. i really appreciate you checking in, it's an incredibly caring thing to do. to be honest i'm a little overwhelmed by the magnitude of this unexpected message and i wish i knew how better to express my appreciation.

i really do love to hear that i made you laugh. i live to shitpost. i've always prided myself on my sense of humor and sometimes i feel as if it's slipping away, so it's reliving to hear i've still got it.

unfortunately i still haven't had the strength to eat. i'm heading to work in a bit. things are pretty rough right now, but when have they not been? obviously my present circumstances aren't the root cause of all my problems. in fact my life has improved since moving here.

extensive bianca lore and vulnerability under the cut, apologies in advance.

basically, in so few words, my current situation is that i'm nearly 25 and have nothing to show for it. i've lived in different cities across the US, had great jobs, apartments, friends, roommates, relationships, etc. i have done a lot of living in a short amount of time. but then, in retrospect, it feels like it stopped.

about 3 years ago i was in a very bad place mentally due to the isolation of the pandemic, and i met my husband online. in early 2022 i gave up everything, saved over $10k for the visa and moving costs, and relocated from the US to australia to live with him. our relationship itself has improved from how it used to be, but since the beginning we've had seemingly endless bad luck and financial setbacks.

last year, not long after our (very disappointing) wedding, i suffered a devastating miscarriage. ruptured ectopic, massive internal bleeding, required emergency surgery etc. not only was that traumatic emotionally, but i wasn't eligible for healthcare at the time bc of my immigration status, so we're still paying off the medical bill.

we share a house with my mother in law who is a domineering, emotionally incestuous single mom and an emotionally abusive narcissist. i don't throw that term around lightly, as so many people do these days, but i honestly believe she's devoid of empathy. she's admitted that she dislikes me and thinks i'm stupid because i don't talk much, and goes out of her way to make me feel unwelcome.

so i'm stuck in an area that feels, to me, like the middle of nowhere. i'm not homesick, i love this country. it's just that i'm not used to suburbs. i feel most comfortable in a city where there's people and places and things, neon lights and background noise and stuff to do.

i'd would be happy to live anywhere as long as it's not with her. it honestly feels like a prison sometimes. that sounds dramatic but she's cultivating an unbelievably hostile environment that causes me to feel on edge whenever she's around.

needless to say we need to move, desperately. it's our #1 priority. more than anything else i want a place of our own and eventually a family. we've been actively househunting for the better part of a year, but the rental market is catastrophically bad right now. it's not even about the money, since we're both working we can afford a decent place. it's just that it's so competitive. every showing i've attended, there's been like 30 other prospective tenants. we've been turned down from every apartment we've applied for.

on top of our living situation i have complex health issues that are just getting worse. my energy is zapped. trying to balance work work and housework leaves me with almost no free time to write.

this barely scratches the surface of why I Am The Way That I Am™. i'm not saying any of this to evoke sympathy or brag about 'having it hard'. simply trying to explain. my upbringing was abusive and dysfunctional in a number of ways. i just barely graduated high school. i never had traditional opportunities, i was raised in a way where there's basically no assumption/expectation that you'll ever be successful or fulfilled. i'm diagnosed with ADHD, PTSD and bipolar 2 - haven't been able to get my proper meds in australia. i've been addicted to hard drugs and alcohol. i'm not pleasant to be around. i will probably always look like and act like the lower class, white trash girl that i am. i have spent my entire life in survival mode.

i'm always in the midst of some identity crisis or running away from something. so yeah, i've been hurt and downtrodden. i've also experienced the beautiful side of life from time to time. i've gained a breadth of knowledge and met incredible individuals who introduced me to new perspectives and i'm forever grateful for them. with the way i've lived, i'm very lucky to not be dead or incarcerated right now.

ok, pity party's over. for real this time.

you're pretty much describing exactly how i feel. you know the struggle. the part about waiting to live my life; that's precisely where i'm at. i don't necessarily have a desire to fit in, i just want to get away into somewhere that i can adjust better to.

my isolation is partially due to a lack of energy but also i don't seek out interaction because i'm afraid no one else can understand me. not because i believe i'm too 'complex' or 'damaged' to be understood. that's a load of self-pitying bullshit. it's just scary to be truly seen. or vulnerable. or genuine. bc the results of such openness are unpredictable and uncomfortable.

it's hard, but i know i have to find it within myself to take that push. what's holding me back right now is mainly my material conditions, circumstances out of my direct control. i have no doubt i'll feel at least 50% better when i stop living with this woman.

i certainly have no problem with starting over if something doesn't work for me. contrary to what i might've described, i believe i'm pretty well adjusted, self aware and rational. as is obvious i don't take many things that seriously lmao. i went from caring wayyy too much about everything, being overly emotional and sensitive, to going entirely with the flow and accepting what i can't control or predict.

also i am well aware that you can't change people, that's never been my goal lmao i've never needed someone to tell me that <3

tl;dr, thank you. so much. this really uplifted and inspired me meli, thank you so much for being so thoughtful and compassionate.

it sounds like you're also stuck between a rock and a hard place in your own environment, and i'm sorry to hear that. it's a wretched feeling but i believe you you will thrive no matter the setting, because in all seriousness, you're incredibly talented. i hope you know you should follow your dreams. hell, it looks like you already are and you're giving us the privilege of witnessing it. your art is stunning, the passion and care you put into your work is obvious. your matthew is absolutely beautiful - like his maman.

from a rabidly devoted france woobifier to the designated france hater, i'm only going to say this once but you are validated in your distaste. i understand. you gotta admit though, he is a MILF.

if one thing is certain i will never stop frussyposting. in fact right now i am thinking about france hetalia big fat juicy boobies mmmm milky squishy. i'm giving her a teensy tiny little slut waist and childbearing hips. i would give him a brazilian butt lift but he doesn't even need it!!!

if that is a crime then lock me up. please. strap on the handcuffs and throw me in the crate for naughty little freaks teeheehee >:3

be careful tho. if you keep sending me gay ass love letters like this they're gonna start shipping toxic yuri melianca even harder <3

#this made my day #this ask gave me bottom emoji eyes!!!#DM me if you want babe #ask and ye shall receive #tw vent

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