#and I'm so happy and honoured to be doing a collab with her

[tuliptic]

What sort of gift you are to people around you?

I believe we have appreciated the presence of certain people around us, but have you wondered how you are perceived by them? Well then, this PAC is here to help you with the question. This reading is a collaboration brought to you by my boo @bichou-angel​ and me.

Piles go from left to right, top to bottom. Photos are taken by us, everything is literally by us. And we do not consent our work being used by third parties in other websites as well as in this hellsite (affectionate).  

Now. Breathe in with us, and then breathe out. Find which calls out to you the most.

Picked your pile? Let’s find out what are the answers

Disclaimer: This is solely for our entertainment purposes. Take only whatever you feel like it. If it doesn’t resonate, it’s okay to just drop it.

Pile 1

You’re someone who’s impactful and you bring change. You are the gift of change, bringing them into people’s life, affecting in ways you never thought you could’ve done so. Not gonna lie, some people fear you because of how you bring yourself, how the people around you changed because of your presence or what you’ve brought to the table.

There’s this youthful energy you bring along with that change and many are easily comforted by you, as though you’re someone they’ve known from a long time ago. Along with them is also passion. You have probably been called as double faced or multifaceted cuz of the different sides you have in you, but that variety is what makes you a special gift to others who appreciate you.

People who are strong and gentle think of you as their gift. See, strength comes in all forms, may it be physical or emotional or spiritual or mental. In this case, gentleness is their strength. They’re prolly spiritual as well.

These people have been through unfairly a lot and they’re healing right now. It’s not easy but they’re getting there, though there are times that they have fallen back into their dark times again. This is where you come in, bringing a youthful change to them.

This person may also have been generous to you in terms of finances and maybe food. I don’t know. There’s a person in my mind as I typed this so maybe a boss?

The changes you bring just… Changes their lives. I’m not even kidding. Your presence is very life changing and they were scared of this. But eventually, they accepted the change and they worked with it, turning themselves stronger in the process. It’s not easy cuz they may need to go against their families as they work, or they have to give up some traveling or walking away from a couple of things. But still, they persevere even tho the world feels like it’s against them.

They’re also creative in problem solving for some reason, and they are good at hiding how much they appreciate your presence. You just bring them hope, altho sometimes you make them question yours or their common sense.

You’ve been there for them at their lowest and they appreciate it. I’m also feeling that there’s something to do with religion as well? There’s this symbiosis between you both, and it often consists of air energy. One or both of you have some air influence in your sun, moon or rising because of the constant thinking and reviewing of the relationship, of what you two have achieved together. Know that good partnerships are made of equal amounts of positivity and both should learn from friendships, old and new.

Love, 

Mochi.

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Pile 2

Strength, The Hierophant, King of Pentacles, Page of Swords, Justice, Ace of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, Nine of Pentacles, King of Wands.

My dear pile 2, immediately with cards I received, I could tell that people admire how much inner will power you possess. You teach people to believe in themselves as you show them that impossibilities are not something on your watch. Patience is your greatest strength where you would carefully plan out things and approach your goals in a stable way.

The positivity you bring to the table motivates people a lot. “You can do it” could be your personal quote when it comes to encouraging your loved ones. At the same time they trust you to make the important decision, you would consider both sides of the problem thoroughly so people might come to you for advice or to help them make any final decision. A harmonious energy.

You can separate it well when to use your head or to feel with your heart while you want fairness for everyone. That is why you treat anyone with the same respect and hate it when inequality takes place and that is also the moment where you would step up and fight back.

The woman in the Page of Swords is looking behind her back which makes me think that Pile 2 people are very reflective. Acceptance is the key here. You would accept to look back at your past no matter how negative it could be to fix on the matters with a determination of wanting to be better. People around would feel surprised every time they see you even after a short time because of how much you have changed over time. You keep evolving, for the better.

Your beloved ones might perceive you as someone who has so much love to give. Showing affection is not a problem to you because how much you want to cheer people up and the ones that choose this pile can be charitable where you give too much and do not expect to receive. With the big heart you possess, this is why you are very adored and loved. What you have given away with sincerity, you sure will receive the same from the right people.

With love,

Angel.

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Pile 3

First of all, Pile 3, there’s a lot of impatient energy here. Not sure if that’s you or the person who thinks of you as their gift. But let’s get moving here then.

You’re a gift who is like judgment. You’re not a judge, just that your presence is. You’re critical with things and it helps a very certain group of people to be able to use that energy you spread around to help themselves, making them see things from another point of view. Sure, this side of you may not be well received, but it’s only so when you’re not in balance with yourself. Once you’re balanced, you’ll be able to unleash this ability’s true potential and create various new opportunities as well as new beginnings. Your gift is something unconventional so I understand your concerns, but it’s a gift that not many people can have.

Partnership is also important here so maybe you team up with one or two and form a work or study group? Or you work in small circles? But either way, when you’re with the right person (not strictly adhered to relationship wise), you’ll be able to explore because of the total resources you have together. You probably have a 2H synastry with each other, in terms of astrology placement.

Someone who has been through a lot, someone who has gone through certain phases of addiction. This can be in monetary terms, so maybe someone who liked gambling or buying lotteries? It was in the past and as they looked back, they realized how much of a fool they are for letting themselves go wild. Because it was unhealthy. Anything in excess is unhealthy.

There’s also this energy where they’ve worked hard and yet didn’t get what they wanted/needed, hence the feeling of defeat and indulging in unhealthy behaviors. A lot of discomfort in the past has brought them to where they are right now or during the time they’ve met you.

You’ve brought hope to their life, joy to their life. The critical side of you helps them to see things from another point of view, to see things from other people’s eyes. There’s a gentle energy that you give out that tells them all that they have been through will be worthwhile and just take a small step of courage day by day. Seeing you reminded them who they have wanted to be and they now work hard to reach there. You’ve also taught them to communicate their problems, to know that one never needed to be shy to express what they wanted.

You’ve brought changes, mental clarity, action, creation and so many more into their lives, making them see the future isn’t that bad, allowing them to introspect what they wanted to achieve. You’re the good company that comforts them, helps them to heal whatever old hurt, and cleanses the past negativity they’ve felt. You’re their Empress to their imbalanced inner self.

Dear Pile 3, you’re an amazing gift and I hope no one tells you otherwise. Remember to keep yourself in check as well cuz you wouldn’t want to burn yourself out in the process too!

Love,

Mochi.

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Pile 4

The Moon, The Tower, Nine of Cups, Seven of Pentacles, Seven of Swords, Ten of Cups, The Hanged Man, Knight of Cups, The Artist.

My sweet pile 4, with the scenarios you create in your head is what people find so much talent in you. This pile is creative but you will not mind showing it, even if your idea could be considered crazy but that is when you are perceived as fun to be with. When with you, you might say some random scenarios based on the smallest things around you which causes people feeling questionable but at the same time feeling amazed of how you could be very attentive to such minor details to think of something so bizarre yet so intriguing. Chaotic energy. Sometimes you could say something controversial but people will be like “Wait, why does this weirdly make sense?”. People love to hear your opinions on things because they know they will learn something new every time.

Pile 4 people could be strong manifestors where you get anything you want without shedding too much sweat but instead of questioning yourself how you actually get whatever you want, you would enjoy it while thinking you deserve it. However, there is one thing people hope you will improve is to speak your opinion more. It is because you are so nice to the point of being afraid of hurting anyone's feelings so you could often say white lies, even if you do not think that is good, you would end up giving people words of encouragement or compliments. It's alright, you are a sweet heart but speak up your mind more, people want to hear your true thoughts.

There is a message that I picked up for this pile is that you could have been hurt in the past by the people you loved the most and you don't want this to happen to anyone you adore. This is why you choose to spread positivity only to people. Your loved ones want you to know that they appreciate you very much for it but eventually they want you to express your honest feelings with them. So it is time to release your painful past and learn how to show your true self. You will never be judged, especially not by the people you hold dear to. There is only love for you from now on.

With love,

Angel.

[leafostuff]

Off*Iz - Camera shy [Ft. Ex-Iz*one]

Tags: Smut, Secretary!Nako, Boss!MReader Sex in Secret, Handjob, Thigh worshiping, Anal

Author's Note: thanks for @iznsfw for beta reading and of course making the Off*iz, I'm honoured to be the first fic of the collab, another thanks goes to @octoberautumnbox for beta reading as well.

hope yall enjoy a quickie for the girl that made my debut smut

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"God, I hate picture day."

It wasn't hard to hear Nako's attitude through her words, looking toward the camera while the photographer instructed her to smile. Even though she smiled a modest yet cheerful smile, you could see it in her eyes that she couldn't wait for this to be over.

A loud snap comes from the camera.

"Oh come Nako, it's not that bad, isn't this better than sitting around on our computer, writing some random numbers?" you said while Nako was getting out of the frame and heading toward you. As you handed her the purse, thanking you quietly as she takes it

"Yeah, until I have to see Ms. Diva here posing to the camera" .

You looked behind her and saw Jang Wonyoung. Her face is made for the camera lights, no wonder she got that modeling gig last year for some prestigious makeup company. It took only 10 seconds for her manager to cough loudly, signaling Wonyoung to remember where she was and remain professional.

"Oh come on. She’s young, let her live like she doesn't have to pay rent this month." It didn't seem to raise your secretary's mood as she simply rolled her eyes and took her phone out of the purse., "And honestly, don't underplay yourself. You are not so bad looking compared to her," you awkwardly said, trying to remain as professional as possible with this sentence.

Her gaze leaves her phone, "Not so bad looking?"

"Do you want me to sound like a weirdo calling you pretty?" you rhetorically asked as the both of you giggled lightly at your joke. It’s the first smile you saw from her ever since this morning.

"Joking aside Nako: you are pretty, even very pretty if I do say so myself," you added. Taking a second look at Wonyoung, you notice her manager looking disappointed in her behaviour.

"Sometimes beauty is best when only one person can admire it."

Nako couldn’t help but lightly blush at your sweet words. For a moment, the atmosphere was pure. Both of you couldn’t help but smile at each other, however...

"You know, I have a lot of data that I need to show you from this morning."

You couldn’t help but raise your eyes a bit from Nako's words as her mouth formed a devilish grin. Instead of her right hand returning her phone to the purse, it rested itself on her waist, her eyes locked themselves on yours.

"From that early? Why didn't you tell me before?" you asked, matching her grin.

As the boss of the Data analytics department in Off*iz inc, it was important that your secretary would share with you the day’s early morning data. You both knew that with how close you two were standing in front of each other (while still keeping a professional distance from each other), the way you smiled at each other—you two look at very different data from the other employees

"I didn't have time, morning was so hectic, and now the photoshoot was happening so this is the soonest chance I got," she explained.

"Besides, maybe showing you today's data can help me... de-stress after the photoshoot~"

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Professionalism was something essential for the work environment. It can help everyone stay focused on the main goal, devise a strategy together and help anyone be happy in the workplace. However in some cases, some very niche cases, professionalism takes the back seat.

Case in point? You right now, making out with your own secretary in the printing room, the only room . It was hard to not say “fuck professionalism” when your hands glided across Nako's soft flesh, from her round cheeks to her toned back, all the way to her plump butt which you had the opportunity to squeeze. It caused her to moan quietly from your kiss, all the way to her milky thighs.

You felt Nako's weight pressing on you as she straddled your lap, her lips still not leaving yours. However her hands did find themselves on your slacks, unbuttoning them as fast she could.

During her attempt to take off your slacks you have free access to her neck, leaving small, invisible marks.

"You put on that cologne I suggested to you the other day," she said. sniffing around your neck. "I'm already wet just smelling it," she purred.

Your hands were not idle as they ripped off Nako's shirt, letting you see her small, petite chest covered in a black lacy bra.

A couple of forgotten pieces of clothing later, the both of you were naked, Nako was irresistably drawn to your already hard cock. Her body and soul started to fill with joy, and from what it seemed she wasnt the only one

“Let me help.” a flirty wink as Her small hand attempted to cup around your base, rubbing it up and down. You couldn’t help but moan at her soft touch.

"Fuck yes Nako, just like that, it feels...ngh so good."

Nako's smile got bigger seeing small drops of your fluids leaking out of your cock. Her pace sped up with each passing second, forcing your hands to clench her shoulders, holding on to dear life. Eventually your orgasm came, spilling out strings of cum all over her thighs.

"On my thighs again?" she asked.

"It's not my fault that your thighs are so damn thick, I didn't lie when i said you are very pretty." You lean forward, letting your hand attach themselves to her thighs like magnets. While giving them a loving squeeze, your lips go to the back of her neck, causing her to quietly gasp. "Especially,” you add, “down there."

"Oh really?" she asks, turning herself back to you as once again she gets into your lap, spreading her thighs as wide as she can. "Tell me how."

"How can I even begin," you ask as you lower your head, giving her outer right thigh a kiss. "As I said before, they are very thick, they might as well be a choking hazard," you tease.

"Oh wow, I'm flattered," she replies, and you can hear the happiness in her voice., She gently pushes your head down, forcing you to kiss her right thigh again, this time closer to her sacred area. "What else? And not so loud, I don't want to get caught."

"Well they are also... soft, and creamy, I bet a lap pillow from them will send me to heaven," you add, but not before moving yourself to her left thigh, now licking it instead of just giving pecks.

"Okay, I’ll make note of that when we go on dates that don't include us hiding in the printing room and fucking each other." The sarcasm in her voice rings clear as you know you can't meet outside; one wrong step can cause a huge dating scandal and get you both fired immediately.

"Oh come on, I know you like it, the thrill of possibly getting caught by our own coworkers. You want this as much as I do." You decide to tease her by kissing her pussy, earning you a melody of stifled moans. If she wasn't such an excellent secretary you would've sent her to an idol company.

"What can I say, I'm a bit camera shy," she replies, now letting your head rise from her thighs. Nako brings you to face her hardened nipples. "Anything else?"

"Well I bet they can be great handles for when I fuck you in the ass." You push your limits, and as expected Nako seems to be taken aback by your words., However, she gains her composure, and flashes you a smile.

"Hmm... interesting claim, you want to test it?" You are taken by surprise as Nako turns herself 180 degrees in your lap, her back completely exposed and her ass in full volume. "Well? what are you waiting fo- OH FUCK!"

Poor Nako did not have time to finish her sentence as your primal urges took over, gripping each of her thighs and pushing your cock inside her ass, deep enough to make Nako almost shout her moans.

"Quiet down, you don't want people to hear you right?" More pumps from your cock go deep into her asshole, and moans come out of her mouth in various pitches and lengths. Your hands remain on her thighs as you tease her "Well I guess I was right about that one".

"Shut up and fill my ass already! I need it so bad inside me…" Such profanities coming from a girl that looked pure and precious when you first met her. Just starting out in Off*iz inc you were already fond of her, and from how you ended up now, it seems she’s fond of you too.

"Fuck Nako, I am so close, your ass is so god damn tight," you say between pumps.Nako brings herself closer to you, taking your dick inside her ass even deeper than before, while the both of you became a moaning mess.

"Please just cum inside my ass, make me feel even better than I already am," she says,her tone is beggijg , even without seeing her face directly you can feel how lewd her expression when suddenly...

*Snap*

"What the- FUCKKKKKK!" Amidst her confusion, you finally released all of your load inside of her ass., She collapsed onto your chest, both of you sighing in relief and staying like that for a minute or two, just kissing each other calmly and sweetly. As you look at your phone and can't help yourself but chuckle.

"What's so funny?" she asks. Instead of saying anything, you flip around your phone to show what you are looking at: a picture of Nako with the lewdest of faces while you were fucking her ass.

"Well I guess when I fuck you in the ass you aren't so camera shy are you?" She delivers a small hit to your chest, her cheeks now red from embarrassment

"Whatever, let's get out of here," she says as she pulls herself off your lap. It takes just a few minutes before you’re both fully clothed and free of any leftover marks on you. Without any suspicion, you manage to leave the printing room quietly.

"Gotta say, for a first time getting fucked in the ass, it didnt end up too bad," Nako says as you both walk toward your office. “I might ask you to look over some ‘Data’ more often"

You finally reach your office and pull open the door.

"Well Nako, we should now focus-"

"On your work? Thought so as well." An unexpected voice comes out from your office and both you and your secretary draw your attention to its source. your own chair is occupied by a blonde girl, one that both of you know very well.

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I finished writing it in a day (22/3/24), lost all of the text once and managed to recover it by memory alone, but yeah I had a lot of fun writing this fic, hope that the Off*iz Series will succeed as much as I want it to succeed

Have a rest of a good day leafies

[madrabit]

May I request C, U and M for the fanfic ask game? 😎

C: What member do you identify with most?

Ohhh, this is simultaneously hard to say and the easiest thing in the world, but I do identify the most with Jan. We both have that black cat chaos energy and we both are cat parents 🐈‍⬛🐈, so I'm obviously more inclined to feel similar to him from the get go.

I've also been described as mysterious and confused (less mysterious, more confused), so I feel like that might fit. And we're both kinda sleepy and have a resting 😐🤨 face. I call it lovingly "resting blank face".

Also, I, too, cannot help but want to film Bojan whenever I can or stare at Nace...

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

Ngl, this is a hard pick, so I'll just mention a few ppl I like the writing style and fic of! 🩷

This will be more than three ppl cause I couldn't decide and in no particular order!!

@sizzlingsheepcheesecake // ao3

Does someone want to read some Bo(Jan)²? Well, you're at the right address! Her fics are so good and capture you with their emotional roller coaster they're taking you on! Her writing style is also really nice and pleasant to read 😊✨️

I particularly like her fic Come play with your food, bejbi which is an absolute fluffy vampire Bo(Jan)² fic that has me kicking my feet with how adorable it is. There also are some Bonus bites to this one!

And her poly BoJanKris fic Distortion can leave you happy in one moment and make you cry in another!

She also has a vampire BoKris fic The thrill and the dark, of the hunt and your eyes in which both Bojan and Kris are vampires, it is also really good and definitely worth a read if you haven't yet! And she has so many more fics as well!

@seokoilua // 1236 on ao3

I absolutely adore her writing style. The way she's able to take suffering and resolve it in all the good smut? Yes, definitely one of my favs. I especially like her fic been deprived and the sequel quietly, so if you like angst in your smut, her fics are definitely your thing then!

She also has a vampire BoKris fic ravenous in which vampire Kris picks up Bojan in a club and ngl, I need the second chapter like yesterday 😂

@vampmilf // @fruitybashir on ao3

Sophie has a really, really nice writing style, and I enjoy his Ne Bi Smel verse starting with The Holidate so much! It's so sweet and the smut is so hot and good and spicey and hahsjjskdjdkfkf for a long time having something nice to read every Sunday was just perfect to end the week with! He mainly writes BoKris (also, give Dopamin a read, the way he writes overstimulated Bojan is just so sjjdndndndnndnfmfm so good), but there is also a nice focus on Jance, that I really enjoy :3

I also absolutely love following him and seeing him on my dash, cause every time he reblogs something unhinged about Bojan I just have to giggle and laugh (calling Bojan three blueberries tall is literally everything to me and I love it so much, also letting him be his slutty little self in fics? Yessssss). He's also such an incredible nice person and was very sweet when I met him! 💖

@da-proti-toku-grem // ao3

Maca writes these absolutely adorable Kiss prompts here on tumblr and on ao3. From Jance to BoJure and JureJan, she's got so many ships and all of them are so good and fluffy and adorable or spicy! I really enjoy all of them! And she's made me have an incredibly big soft spot for BoJure :3 💛🩷

An honourable mention goes to @185northgower // ao3

Not only will I read literally everything she writes no matter what pairing or what fandom, but we share one exact braincell, which works perfectly cause we do love collabing on fics together and I couldn't imagine a better co author! 🥹🩷✨️

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I actually have a few ideas I've been cooking, a few of them are gonna be joined collabs with North! Next to continuing our DJwD verse (yes, there will be more, these men won't stop and have infected our heads with Daddy Nace and I just cannot, I cannot anymore), we also planned a Romeo & Juliet 🌹 fic, which we won't go into detail yet, since we can't start it yet 🤭

Then I also have a Bo(Jan)² fic started, its the same one I mentioned last time, the one with the skirt, but I cannot shut up about it. I keep calling it the ✨️girlfriend thing✨️ if that helps anyone...

And next to those and continuing with my other fics, I also can't get a vampire Bo(Jan)² fic out of my mind...

[sakuranbo-s]

untouchable

pairing: oikawa nii-chan x f!reader, MDNI!!!!!

word count: 5k

tags and warnings: incest, dub-con / reluctance, intoxication, manipulation, virginity loss ( it's a social construct, but tooru-nii wants yours 🥴 ), god complex, all characters are over 18!!, use of "cunt", creampie / unprotected sex, timeskip tooru. if any warnings are missing, please let me know!

a/n: this is my submission for @iwaasfairy's persephone collab! if you haven't checked out her work yet, god lord please do. i'm so honoured to even have my blog & fic on a post of hers!! hope you enjoy tooru-nii being a moral monster to the tune of monster by exo! 😇

i'll flip you over, break you down, and swallow you up

i'll steal you and indulge in you

i'm gonna mess you up

i'm engraved in your heart

so even if i die, i'll live forever

when your nii-chan told the family that he was moving to argentina, everyone ( including you ) was so happy for him. to be able to find your passion in high school and pursue it after isn't something that everyone has the luxury of doing.

on the week leading up to his departure, you would follow him around like a puppy, even going out with him and all his high school friends to drink ( nii-chan would sneak you cups of sake when workers weren't looking ) to make sure you didn't lose a single second with him. by the time you two arrived home, your parents would be asleep or just heading to bed, so it was more than easy to sneak into nii-chan's room and sleep curled up at his side, hands scrunching the front of his shirt as you held on to him, even in your dreams.

seeing him off at the airport was the first time you felt your heart break. he looked so happy and you were, too! just really, really deep inside. ever since you were born, it was tooru-nii that looked after you when your parents were away ( which was a lot ). it was tooru-nii that helped you with your homework after school. it was tooru-nii that put you on the volleyball team as his manager. it was tooru-nii you'd scream for during all his matches. he's your first love — not your mother or father: it was always nii-chan.

after he left, life became bleak. the house felt so much emptier and your days so much darker. the volleyball team was never the same without him, but you stayed as a manager until graduation came around. with nii-chan no longer around, you used your free time to study and got into the best schools in the country, but it still didn't feel like this was the right path or what you should do, even when tooru-nii called to congratulate you.

a year after his departure, it was your turn to wear the black cap and gown, throwing the former in the air with the remnants of a smile twitching at your lips. you aren't sure what you're free from, but you feel relieved and relaxed. the rest of the day was spent bidding your friends farewell, most of them staying in miyagi for college, whilst you accepted a scholarship in tokyo. by the time you get home, your cheeks are tear-stained from the amount of goodbyes you've had to express — you really are going to miss a lot of them, especially the volleyball teammates that supported you throughout tooru-nii's absence.

the dark house suddenly becomes blinding as the lights flicker on and you shield your squinting eyes as the sound of "surprise!" mixes in with "congratulations" ( your parents weren't the best with planning things in general ). laughter bubbles up in your chest and you take a deep bow where you are at the door for all the relatives that stopped by.

"thank you, everyone!" your aunts and uncles, baby cousins and grown ones, even your grandparents were there. they didn't come by for tooru's graduation ( he explicitly said he didn't want a party ), but they stopped by to give you gifts, money, and lots of awkward hugs.

only when the last of your mother's side is done hogging you does tooru steal your attention.

"happy graduation, my sweet little imouto-chan."

your eyes light up, filling with the joy you've been deprived of for the past year.

"nii-chan!" you jump into his open arms without another thought and nuzzles your face into his neck, lips spread into a wide grin. "what're ya doin' here? i thought you were busy with a game this week!"

"well... mom 'nd dad called me up about a month ago to tell me that you're finally graduating. had to make somethin' up so you'd feel surprised. did ya miss me?" his question seems like such a stupid one. isn't it painfully obvious with the way you're clinging to him, ignoring everyone's laughter as they murmur about how close you two must be?

"maybe," you hum teasingly, a giggle leaving your lips when you see tooru-nii's small frown. "of course i did, dummy."

reluctantly, you pull away so things don't look weird ( weirder? ), but tooru's fingers lace with yours as he leads you around the house to greet your father's side of the family, your older brother squeezing your palm when you seem to grow disinterested in the elders' nagging or advice. he's always looked out for you and tonight, you know that this will never change.

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"nii-chan," you giggle as his hot breath tickles the curve of your ear.

with all the adults gone and your parents resting in their bedroom, it was up to you and a tipsy tooru-nii to clean up, but having the elder dropping items with his butterfingers over and over again made you both agree to leave a note on the fridge saying that you'll clean it up in the morning.

now he's crumbling on top of his bed and he takes you down with him just as you close the bedroom door.

"my imouto, my sweetheart," he slurs a bit, wrapping his arms tightly around you so you're resting on his chest.

there's a smile you can't bite back and you lean up to nuzzle your cheek against his, the proximity and warmth of your older brother after their absence makes the hole in your chest slowly heal, the emptiness filling up with the love you've missed out on.

tooru pulls back a bit and your lips twitch at the corners from the loss, but his palms are quick to engulf your cheeks, his thumbs tracing underneath your doe eyes. even with moonlight as the only light source, you look so breathtaking to him, like you're the only girl he'll ever see.

"love you, sweetheart," he whispers, the smell of alcohol faint, but noticeable. your nose scrunches a bit and you start to lean into one of his hands, nodding.

"love you too, nii-chan. with all my heart!"

"just your heart?" his words catch you off guard and the way you tilt your head with confusion only makes the heat in the pit of tooru's stomach grow. "you see, imouto-chan, i love you with my body, heart, and soul."

his words individually are digestible, but when put together, they only blind you even further, your brows meeting in the middle with your visible lack of understanding.

frustration lines his voice in a thin layer at the way you don't seem to really get what he's saying — how is this even possible after you've pined for him for almost two decades?

"don't you get it, sweetheart?" one of his large hands swallows yours and places your palm in between his legs where his cock is straining against his sweats and boxers ( two layers too many if you ask him ). "i want you in every realm possible."

slowly — painfully slow, you start to comprehend what he — tooru-nii, your brother, is telling you. knowledge flashes in your eyes with a deep frown and you try to pry your hand away from his too warm one, but he fights it, pressing down even harder and bucking his hips into the barely tangible warmth of your tiny palm.

"you can't run away, baby. you made this mess, so you have to be the one to clean it up. take care of me like i selflessly took care of you all these years, sweetheart."

the pressing urge to ask if this is all a joke bubbles in your mouth, but before you have the chance to let it out, he presses his lips to yours with an unmistakable moan. tooru's way past the guilt he's held on to for years and allows himself to indulge in the delectable taste of your mouth, the way you mould so easily against him, as if you were made for him — but you are, aren't you?

only when he notices that you haven't breathed in a while does he pull away, lewd lines of spit still connecting his lips to yours; he leaves them there to let the image burn itself into his mind.

"nii-chan," you choke out, "i-i don't think i can do this... it's weird. i don't love you like this."

there's heartbreak in his eyes, perhaps the very same look in yours as he left for south america one year ago, and you feel your chest clench. when his eyes gleam with moisture in the reflection of the moonlight, you gasp in panic and hurry your hands to cup his cheeks out of instinct. you'd do anything to assure that nii-chan feels better, even if it means breaking moral and ethical codes... right? you should, right? he raised you more than your parents did without asking for anything in return, except this. just one thing, one time. you can do that.

"just one time, nii-chan..." mischief returns to tooru's eyes and he nods with no intent of keeping his promise.

"i promise it'll feel good, sweetheart." his breath is hot on your mouth as his hands slide down your neck, collarbones, and your sides, groping every inch of you he can on the way. "say you love nii-chan."

when he reaches the hem of your dress, he scrunches it in his fists and lifts the fabric up, up, up until it bunches in your underarms. the playful lilt in his eyes turns predatory in a second; the way he looks over your body makes a shiver run down your spine and you rush to cover yourself with your hands, but he's much too quick. two strong hands grab your wrists and pin them down by your head as a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest.

"have you've been holding out on me all these years, imouto-chan?" gentle lips press against your cheek and you feel the curl of his smirk as he trails wet kisses down your neck, his fingers finally releasing you to lift your dress up and off your body, your bra easily undone and stripped off next. his guttural moan fills the room when his hands engulf your tits, fingers indulging as he squeezes your plentiful flesh. a glimmer of hope forms when your eyes water up and spill with tears — maybe he'll see just how unwilling you are, how much you aren't enjoying this, and stop in his tracks. the miniscule possibility is washed away like a grain of sand in a windy wave as you feel the throbbing of his cock through his clothes — the same throbbing feeling you'd experience when he'd sit you on his lap whenever you'd sob and tell him about how issei senpai didn't return your texts ( it was all his doing with his threats to fuck up during matches if issei so much as even texted a period back to you ). it's clear now that it wasn't just the tears that made him so excited, it was the lack of power you had as you slumped on top of him, like you are underneath him, too.

"i love you, sweet pea. do you love nii-chan, too?" he's more pressing than before, his fingers squeezing down on your tits to elicit a response, something, out of you. his expression remains attentive when he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, flicking and sucking on the peak as the now free hand dips lower and lower, tracing calloused fingertips all the way to your slit where he can witness your body betraying you. his digits get coated with your slick in a matter of seconds from just teasing the petals and you can feel the vibrations of his smug chuckle against your sensitive bud.

your unskilled hands could never provide yourself with the pleasure that tooru-nii instills upon you with only a single digit and he has you moaning, back arching slightly above the sheets.

"oh, god." you want to shut up, to deny him the satisfaction of knowing that he's actually making you feel good while he defiles you, but you've never won against nii-chan in anything — this is no different. slowly, you unravel underneath him, your hands grabbing his shoulders as his lips curl up into a devlish smirk. "i love you too, tooru-nii," you murmur in response a bit belatedly.

hearing it just once is enough. his eyes light up as if you bought him a spot on the olympic team, his head lifting from your chest with a lewd smacking sound of his grinning lips, only for him to trail downwards again, his mouth hot and wet as he quickly dips into your belly button before replacing his finger at your swollen clit with his mouth instead.

instantly, you feel the difference between his fingertip and his tongue, the latter gentler, but quick as he flicks against the sensitive nub until you're whimpering so loud, your hand clamps over your mouth. tooru moves his finger to trace circles around your entrance instead, letting your juice cover the tip of it before he slides into your unpenetrated walls. when he's met with slight resistance at the end of the digit, he pulls away from you with his spit and your nectar stuck to his mouth and chin.

"don't tell me you've never touched yourself, sweetheart... iwa-chan didn't even try to fuck you?" his invasive words make your cheeks flush bright red and you shake your head vigorously in response. your nii-chan's best friend has tried endlessly to deflower you, but you'd always scare him off by saying that tooru-nii would find out and sabatoge matches in response. your threats were empty, but iwaizumi wasn't dumb enough to think that the chance of it happening was none — he's seen the way tooru hovered over you for years, always reluctant to let anyone else have your attention, the captain would've found out one way or another, though if iwa had your consent, it might've been less of a disaster.

"you've been saving yourself for nii-chan all these years, just how it should be. it's almost poetic, really." the smile on his features bring about a shudder from your frail shoulders and you start to close your legs together, but tooru pinches the inner expanse of your thigh as punishment. "don't try to hide from me, imouto-chan. let me see my present and really appreciate it the way a man should."

obedient and submissive, the way he wants you to be — the way you've always been for him — you lay there bare and embarrassed, legs spread as he starts to undress himself. the scarlet that flushed his cheeks and chest is entirely gone now, his hands no longer shaking as he tosses his shirt up and over his head, his words no longer slurring as he calls you a handful of degrading words. the alcohol is already flushed out of his system and the only thing intoxicating him now is you.

in the time he's been gone, the growth tooru has gone through is strikingly noticeable: his shoulders are wider, his arms bulging with twice as much muscle power, his chest puffier and his abs more defined, even in the dark. a hesitant hand reaches up to hold onto his bicep like you used to when you'd try to pry him off of you whilst wrestling, except this time, your fingers are stranded much farther away from each other than you're used to.

"you like how much bigger nii-chan is now, sweetie?" the cocky grin on his lips isn't visible, but it's thick in his voice. with you slightly distracted, he takes the opportunity to rid himself of his slacks and briefs, kicking them off his ankles when they pool there. his question goes verbally unanswered, but he can feel the way your small fingers are starting to run along the strong muscles that lay underneath them, as if silently worshipping.

the single chuckle that escapes his smirking mouth is enough to break you out of your trance, your hand falling from his limb so you can cover your chest with your palms. you're hyperaware of his lingering eyes and the fact that you're both naked in his bed, his gaze unlike that of a loving brother, someone that swore to protect you from other men doing this to you.

"you were made for me, sweetheart. i was the one that asked kaa-san and otou-san for you. without me, you wouldn't be here. don't you think i'm a little... underappreciated?" his words took a twist you weren't expecting and your brows furrow together as you try to process what he's trying to say — are you supposed to be at his disposal because he asked for a sibling as a kid? it doesn't take too long for him to answer your question. "personally, i think you should worship me. thank me for allowing you to be born."

if you weren't under pressure, perhaps you would've done the logical thing and shoved him off of you whilst laughing wildly. he's being ridiculous and his logic is so deeply flawed.

but that's not what you see in your head right now. right now, you see the way your parents praised tooru-nii for every achievement he's earned, no matter how small, while they had overlooked your 1st place spelling bee trophy and the full-ride scholarship you worked so hard for. you think of the leftover pieces of fruit you'd get only if tooru-nii didn't finish off the plate that your mother would meticulously cut for him, your allowance being pennies whilst tooru-nii had a trust fund. every time you'd feel dejected, it was your brother that would tell you "great job" or sit you on his lap as he fed you all your favourite fruits, even if it meant he'd get less of them. you learned to ask your nii-chan for money whenever you needed a new uniform or school supplies.

he was right. you didn't mean anything to your parents and it finally makes sense why you lived in his shadow your entire life, why you relied on him for everything: tooru-nii is your provider, your god.

as comprehension starts to light up in your eyes, your brows unfurrow and your orbs retain their usual doe shape. he sees a sense of recognition flash in them and his lips curl into a crooked smirk — you're his, like you were always meant to be.

"thank you, nii-chan," is the first thing you utter out, tears welling at your waterline again for different purposes this time. this time, you're grateful; you feel blessed to be underneath him. your pathetic whimpers reflect just how sorry you are for your resistance and you part your legs mindlessly to let him enter however he wants — and why shouldn't he? he's taken care of you like one would their most prized possession for almost two decades now.

"that's my girl." the praise rushes straight to your pussy, which just starts to leak with desire, and you moan just from his words. "i'm glad you finally understand, sweetheart. i knew you could do it." he sounds condescending, but the way his warm palm caresses your cheek and his eyes gleam as they bore into yours makes show that he meant his words in a thoughtful manner.

"want you, nii-chan," you mumble, desiring nothing more than to fulfil your life's purpose of giving tooru-nii everything he wants — you're lucky that he wants you right now.

"of course, darling," he responds dismissively, as if your words didn't make a drop of pre-cum fall from his sobbing tip. "just have to make sure you're ready is all." and he does so thoroughly, dipping his head as he lifts your legs up, up, and up until you're almosy folded in half, his own torso bent over so he can press a sloppy kiss against where he knows your clit is restlessly throbbing. he's wreckless as he spreads your slick folds with his pointer and middle finger from below, his chin almost touching the dip between his digits as he feasts on you. the textured surface of his tongue licks a thick stripe from the origin of your sweet nectar and up to your clit that he finds underneath the cloak of your puffy folds, the edge of his wet muscle roughly flicking as his mouth latches on to the surrounding skin so he can suck down.

oh, the noises you make as your hands grip his chestnut locks are almost as intoxicating as your taste, and if there's ever been a time when tooru was pussy-drunk, it was nothing compared to now: he was absolutely inebriated beyond return with you.

he repeats what he did before, tracing circles around your entrance before he slides a finger in only halfway, so as to keep the last remaining evidence of your purity intact, then another to stretch you out — to be the considerate brother he always is, of course.

your back slowly lifts and he feels your fingers curl tighter around his hair, so he doubles down, lapping at your clit with lewd smacks of his lips filling the room until he feels your body tense — and that's when he pulls away from you without pity, the desperate cry from your poor lips that've swelled from how hard your teeth dug into them making it his turn to moan.

you look debauched, but he knows that there's still an ounce of innocence left within you that he's intent on taking.

"sweet imouto-chan," he murmurs as he finally takes your aching legs, folding them so your calves rest on each of his toned shoulders, his knees a few inches from your ass that's almost lifted from the mattress. "won't you tell me you love your nii-chan one more time?" soft lips press along your calf and he noses gently as a show of affection, luring you into saying what he wants to hear again.

"love you, tooru-nii," you respond obediently, lust thick in your voice as you realise how sticky you are between your legs, how much your entrance is clenching on nothing when it should be him instead.

"that's my girl," he repeats, but you don't mind hearing the same sweet words over and over, the possessiveness behind them. from where he kneels, he gets the perfect view of your slit and how it glistens in the moonlight with as much craftsmanship as if you were a hand-painted masterpiece of art about to go up in the louvre.

his cock twitches and chest clenches when he realises that all of it is for him, and that's how it'll be from now on — he'll make sure of it. greedy palms skim down your legs and hips until he can grab at your tits, the perfect size to fit in his hold, using them as leverage as he starts to finally tease his leaking tip against your desperate hole. with skilled thumbs, he flicks your pebbled buds and leans down so he can watch as you become his.

"take it all like a good girl," is the last you hear before he pushes just the head of his cock in, but it's enough to make your eyes widen — this is nothing compared to the two fingers he used to prep you.

"i-it hur—" but he won't have any of that.

tooru pushes in deeper, harder, until he's halfway in and he can feel the resistance of your hymen disappear. but that's when your pain reaches a peak and your back arches off the bed, your tiny hands pushing at his shoulders to try and fight him. the training and growth from his time away from you was all for this moment, to make sure that he can continue going inside of you, despite how much you protest.

"good girl," he breathes out huskily, uncaring of your struggles and the tears that fall down the sides of your cheeks. you're so warm and tight and he wants you sheathed around him completely, so he does it, he takes what he wants. within seconds, tooru bottoms out until his tip is buried deep within your walls and his head lolls, unable to keep it up as pleasure pumps through his veins. "holy fuck," he groans.

your sobs have quieted by now and your body's too limp to do fight back any longer — not that it would've had any impact. selfishly, he doesn't care if you've adjusted or if you will, his hips vigorously bucking against yours so he can pump in and out of your sweltering walls. the sound of his body pounding against yours is only amplified by the liquid shame that covers your thighs and his own.

with watchful eyes, he commits the way your face contorts from pain, then morphs into one of pleasure to memory as he lifts a hand to your cheek, making his weight no longer crush down on your chest as much. he caresses your tear-stained face, feigning pity in his chestnut orbs, but the smirk on his lips is as twisted as his thoughts. god, he loves the sight of you getting fucked dumb, each and every thought leaving your head each time he plunges into your hot, wet walls, until he pushes against the spongy bundle buried deep in you — then your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

"who's nii-chan's sweet whore?" he grits out through his teeth, trying his best to keep his head from throwing itself back so he can watch you; he doesn't want to miss a single second of this. with the way your mouth only parts to let out lewd whimpers and moans, he knows he won't get an answer, but that's alright.

your gummy walls have already tightened and pulsed around his cock over and over — no surprise when he was the first thing to ever penetrate you, let alone this deep. the hand on your chest drops to hold your hip, prompting you to arch your back as he lets the fingers on your chest find solace in between your slippery folds to draw rough circles around your throbbing clit, forcing relief on you.

"be a good little sister and cum nii-chan's cock while he fills you up," he murmurs in a saccharine voice, so sweet that his proposition doesn't ring any alarms in your head. all you do is nod pathetically and grip his biceps ( when did they get so hard to wrap your hands around again? ) as you brace yourself for another orgasm.

with the extra stimulation of his digits, you feel the coiling hot heat in your core far more than the previous times, your knuckles turning white as you try to contain the feeling, but to no avail with tooru-nii pushing harder and harder into you, drops of his sweat falling onto your tummy.

"n-nii-chan, wait—" you try. you really feel like it's too much, but you see that your cry falls on unhearing ears when tooru starts to moan louder and louder. he pulls his hand back to slap it down against your clit and that's the last thing you remember before you're screaming "nii-chan!" repeatedly in between sobs, finally letting go. your eyes clamp shut and your toes clench so hard, you might've twisted a muscle. the faint sound of "oh, fuck" in your brother's voice lingers when you feel the pressure building up inside of you become lifted, almost like relief. your fingers letting go of him one by one as the strength in your body depletes in the afterglow of your orgasm.

"cutie," his voice sounds almost... in disbelief. "fuck, you there?" his fingers give your aching clit a nudge, jolting you back to reality. "you...you squirted."

in an instant, your eyes fly wide open and you lift your head ( much to the protest of your already sore body ) to see the moisture that glistens on his torso and your thighs, a few drops falling down his legs, too.

"i'm so sorry," you blurt out, shame making your cheeks redden even further, but tooru-nii looks far from enraged or displeased. his smile only widens and he leans in to press a kiss to your wet forehead.

"and what would you have to apologise for, sweetheart?" he seems more pleased — a bit cocky, even — and he slowly slips out of you ( not without a groan ), paying no mind to the mess on his sheets as he lays down beside you, turning onto his side with an arm stretched out under his head, the other hand stroking your damp cheek with the backs of his fingers. "you've been nothing but perfect."

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the sun in argentina seems so much more powerful than it is back home, your skin having grown just a shade darker despite all the sunscreen you've been using. it was inevitable with how much time you spend on the beach in a skimpy bikini each day after tooru-nii finishes practice with his team — he won't let your feet touch sand unless you're nude or only covering the absolute necessities.

after a few weeks, you've adjusted to tooru's schedule — wake up, go for a jog, eat, practice, beach, fuck, then sleep; rinse and repeat. he never asks if you miss home or if and when you want to go back. you gave up your scholarship and admission to the school you got into the second tooru-nii asked you to move to argentina with him.

the first time he introduced you to his teammates, you couldn't understand any of the conversation taking place above your head, but the catcalls and whistles that came during it made you squirm just a bit. one of them looked at your face, then nii-chan's repeatedly, asking something about siblings you're sure because he said it in english, and you paid enough attention in school to learn that word. but nii-chan just gave a friendly hit to the man's shoulder and shook his head. when you had asked tooru about it later, he gave you a confused look, head tilted.

"you're my sweetheart, darling. i might be your big brother, but i love you much more than that — we love each other more than that." his toned arms pulled you in for an embrace and you returned it with a tight smile, nodding as you lowered your head against his shoulder, a single tear escaping your wet eyes.

this was what you were made for: to serve tooru-nii, no matter where he is in the world. you're his sweet doll, his darling — his perfect imouto-chan.

[fuwushiguro]

I Wanna Give In To My Temptation

masterlist | chapter two

Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader | Megumi Fushiguro x f!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst with horror/thriller elements Notes: Happy birthday daddy 😋 I'm posting this first chapter in honour of his bday and this is part of my Capricorn Collab. I hope you all enjoy this series I'm very proud of it! Also I wanna thank @/tamakiscock for translating the French for me :) Warnings: 18+, dubcon, age gap, alcohol consumption, nightclub setting, nightclub pick up, dry humping, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, manipulation, gaslighting, smoking. Words: 5.9k

Synopsis: You meet a handsome older man while partying in Paris with your best friend. Going home with a man you've just met isn't usually your style, but looking at him is more than enough to dispel any doubts. But maybe you should have listened to your intuition.

Floating.

That is how you have navigated through your life for all of these years. It’s often commented upon by your best friend, Nobara, how utterly fucked you would be if you hadn’t been born into a well to do family. It isn’t a total stretch from the truth to say you’re useless. Hopeless, even. But it doesn’t hurt your feelings any less. Yes, you have no discernible talents to speak of. Your grades during your education were average, maybe a little below average at times. And hell, you didn’t even finish university. The first drop out of your family, an enormous disappointment to your family name. So, of course, it fucking hurts. Who decided that anyone has to be anything more than what one is capable of? You’re alive. You’re a living and breathing human. And you’re a good person, you think. Kind, considerate, honest.

Who came up with the notion that living isn’t enough?

She was right, however, that you would likely be fucked if not for the family you were born into. A wealthy father and three successful elder brothers who have your best interests at heart. Misogyny is rife in your family, however. Your mother passed not long after your second birthday, so you have always been surrounded by testosterone and a dark cloud of inferiority in your fathers’ patronising eyes.

It’s because you’re a girl.

That is why you aren’t as smart as your brothers.

That is why you couldn’t complete your education. No skills, no talent.

Zilch.

It’s total bullshit, of course. You find it hard to believe the absence of a cock and balls has any effect on your total incompetence. Maybe you just haven’t found what you’re destined to be good at yet. There are plenty of skills and hobbies in the world and you’ve barely even attempted a fraction of them.

Right now, though, you’re regretting not mastering your French lessons your father tried to force upon you. It’s no surprise that the golden boys mastered French as well as three other languages each. They all like to tease that you can barely speak English.

It is just a joke… you think.

They do like to tease and make fun of you, but your father does his best to make you feel special in his own way. A way that most rich parents’ resort to – he throws money at the problem. It isn’t something you’ll complain about though, spending vast amounts of cash does seem to make all of your worries melt away.

If only for a moment.

After you found out your siblings were all planning a trip to Germany without you, your father once again decided to buy your happiness. He gave you his credit card and told you to go nuts. He’d expected you to buy a few new outfits, some accessories, a spa visit and maybe a weekend away somewhere not too far from home.

It’s fair to say his eyes bulged when he realised you’d bought two plane tickets and a two week stay in a five star hotel for yourself and Nobara.

Anything for his little girl.

You’ve never felt as powerful as you did when you strutted into the hotel lobby with your best friend by your side and a ridiculous amount of luggage. Nobara was ecstatic. She couldn’t believe it when you told her you were taking her to Paris for two weeks. She’s never been. In fact, the only place she’d been before she moved to the city was her small little country town she speaks so little about. You’re sure she’ll love it; you tell her as much.

You’re here often, your father brings you for bonding trips, and he’s still trying to teach you French.

So, it is a little awkward when the reception staff recognise you and they realise you can’t speak a lick of French other than an embarrassing ‘salut’ and smile. Their own smiles turn patronising. It’s like being in a room with your father and your siblings. But you don’t care, not anymore. You don’t… you won’t. You’re here to have fun and let your hair down. They won’t be of any concern to you, not for the next two weeks. It’s just you, Nobara, and your daddy’s credit card.

She’s even more surprised when the bellhop escorts you to your rooms. Rooms, plural. She was under the impression that you’d be sharing. Although she wasn’t completely wrong. Your rooms were adjoined by a door, allowing each of you to step between the barrier and check up on each other.

You abandoned your suitcases and bags and stepped through the door into Nobara’s room to see her looking like a kid who’d won a golden ticket to a chocolate factory tour. Her speech was seemingly stolen as she examined her new living quarters for the next two weeks. She kept opening and closing the closets and admiring how much space they had. She ran onto the balcony and practically screamed as she enjoyed the view, the Eiffel tower in plain sight. It became a slight concern when her eyes bulged so hard you panicked they might genuinely roll out of her skull as she opened the door to her en-suite bathroom.

“Is this real life?” she asked, earnestly.

It made you chuckle. Yes indeed, this is real life. It’s nice to see how excited she is over your gift, or better yet your father’s gift, to her. In truth, she is your only true friend. There are others, sure, but you don’t trust them. You know in your heart that Nobara cares about more than your family name and fortune. The same can’t be said for the others. So, spoiling her with your daddy’s money doesn’t feel like a risk to you. You do trust her, more than anything or anyone. So, you nod.

This is real life.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” she wonders, it’s phrased as a joke as you both know she does. You both love each other in the best way. You don’t know what you’d be without her, actually. But still – you tease her back.

“Hmm… I don’t think so!” you poke your tongue out as you spin around to return to your own room. Your hand settles on the doorknob and you manage to get it slightly ajar before feeling her hand encase your wrist in a warm hold.

“You’re an incredible friend and I appreciate this a lot. I love you.” she smiles. It’s weird to hear such kind sincerity from her. It’s usually all jokes and affectionate insults. But you appreciate it, nonetheless, smiling at her to let her see how grateful you really are.

“Thank you,” you begin. “I love you too, Nobara.”

There’s only one thing on your mind today. Something that you can do this time in Paris that you’ve never done during any other trip with your father. You want to take the edge off. You want to go out. Not like a tourist. You don’t want to go to art museums and fancy restaurants. You don’t want to go to the Eiffel tower for the umpteenth time. The only thing is on your mind is alcohol.

You want to go clubbing.

You’re both jetlagged, and you can tell that Nobara wants an early night. Not on your watch though. As if you’re going to come to Paris and then leave her alone in the hotel while you’re having the time of your life. It’s funny to you that she hasn’t realised that you’re getting ready to go out yet. She’s been sitting on your bed for the last hour looking at the room service menu. You take it from her hands.

She looks confused; because now she has realised that you are at the early stages of reapplying your makeup. You’ve failed to mention your plans to her. Her eyes are searching yours. What are you getting all dressed up for?

“Are you going somewhere?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“We are going clubbing.” you inform her.

Oh no, her expression reads.

Oh yes, yours responds.

It doesn’t take much convincing, to your amazement. A miracle is happening before your very eyes as she goes to her own room and leaves the door open so you can communicate as you get ready. She makes it very clear that she’s only doing this for you. She’s exhausted and ready to sleep for a week; but she believes it’s the least she owes you for letting her come on this trip.

Guilt pangs through your body. You didn’t want to bring her here so she felt she owed you favours. It’s not like that, you’re sure. It’s just one act of kindness for another, you assume. Though you do feel guilty, regardless. She likely won’t have as much fun as you on account of the fact she isn’t single. You, on the other hand, are more than eager to stick your lonely tongue down a hot guy’s throat. But that’s it, really. You aren’t stupid enough to bring someone back to your hotel that you don’t know.

But you wouldn’t be opposed to collecting some phone numbers.

Yourself and Nobara walk through the lobby holding hands. It’s funny to see the suspicious looks you both receive from the other guests and members of staff as they notice your interlocked fingers. It’s something you always do at home, so why wouldn’t you hold hands in Paris? What’s wrong with holding hands with your best friend? It should be normalised, you both think, so that’s why you do it so often. If people want to assume you’re a couple, then so be it.

An earlier call was made when you were both nearing the end of the getting ready process. You called downstairs to reception and requested that they book a taxi for you.

Maybe they were staring because you both looked that good. You did, you think so anyway.

Nobara had opted for mostly light makeup except for donning an out of character smoky eyeshadow look. She rarely wears her hair in space buns, but tonight she’d chosen to wear them with two loose strands framing her pretty face. A pristine white bodysuit covered the upper-half of her body conservatively, but when paired with denim shorts it would be sure to send a few minds racing in the club. Her heeled boots perfectly shaped her entire body, elongating her killer legs and lifting her already perky ass.

She was genuinely taken aback at your choice of outfit. You seemed to match her choice in makeup by wearing predominantly muted and nude colours save for a bold red lip. The rare occasions you go to parties you are renowned for wearing little clothing, but not tonight. While you left your hair down, you decided to wear a plain black jumpsuit. The top of the jumpsuit was crossed over your breasts, exposing your sternum and cleavage. You joined Nobara in wearing a pair of heels to accentuate your figure, both of you were ready to take on your first night out in Paris.

Immediate access was granted to you both as you showed the security guard your ID’s. It didn’t take long for a handsome stranger to eye you both as you entered, instantly inviting you both to join him in VIP with his friends.

He was handsome, yes, but certainly not attractive enough to pique your interest. Nobara rolled her eyes at your confession. Since when are you one to turn down male attention? You slap her lightly in jest, both of you giggling as you wait for your drinks to be poured. There are an assortment of shots and drinks in front of you and you waste no time in consuming half of them at a rapid pace. Nobara isn’t so foolish, though, she has more restraint and patience. It seems she is the one who will be babysitting for the evening; although that is exactly what she expected.

You’re soon too drunk for her to know what to do with. It’s bothering her to no end how the man and his friends seem to be ridiculing you in French. She doesn’t know much, just a little. But a little is anything more than you’ll ever understand. She catches a few words from them such as ‘stupid’, ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’ as they ogle you dancing on the table.

It isn’t fair, she thinks. Did they only invite you into VIP to insult you both? You’re only having a good time. You’re only dancing, and your sexuality is being dragged into an irrelevant conversation. She’s had enough, she decides. Though she’s sure if she tries to drag you away like she normally does you’ll kick up a fuss. She taps your leg lightly until you look down at her, each of you smiling widely at each other. You’re slurring a little and your pupils are blown to hell.

“Are you ha-aving a good time?” you query, hiccupping mid speech. She nods, holding her hand out to you.

“I think we should go and have a real dance on the dance floor.” she responds. The idea thrills you and she’s eternally grateful you’ve made the decision for yourself to get away from the chauvinist pigs that were mocking you.

Neither of you will be returning to their company, she’ll make sure of that.

She holds your hand as she guides you to the dance floor. It’s not out of the ordinary that you turn your back to her so that you can grind your body against hers. She is your best friend after all. When you’ve had a drop of alcohol on your lips, she knows how riled up and aroused you become. You’ve done your fair share of experimenting with Nobara while under the influence, too, but that isn’t of any interest to her while she’s practically sober and happy in her relationship. An idea strikes her, she thinks she’ll go and scout some talent for you while she orders you both cocktails.

“Wait here.” she shouts in your ear over the blaring bass of the music. You nod and tuck your hair behind your ears as you wait for her to go. Her arm is around your shoulder, and you kiss each other’s cheeks before she goes to the bar.

You’d never claim to be the worlds best dancer since you know that’s far from the truth. But you’re happy and confident enough to dance alone anyway. The music is pounding and you’re really feeling it. Perfectly manicured fingers run through your hair as you sense the build up to a beat drop approaching. Your hips roll from side to side. The true embodiment of bliss is you on this dance floor. Completely content, even while alone. Nothing matters. Not your family. Not your failures. Nothing. It’s just you and the beat.

Your eyes flutter open gently as you feel a large palm on your hip. It’s obvious it doesn’t belong to Nobara, her hands are small and dainty. The suspicions you have are proven correct when you find a pair of emerald eyes dazzling in your direction. It almost takes your breath away. He seems to be doing something with his hands; but it isn’t registering in your head when all you can see are his eyes.

But your attention is forced to look away when he holds a drink up. He tilts it at you. It’s for you – you think. It’s a martini. The man was holding a drink of his own, not that you could tell what it was.

“I’ve never had a martini before.” you confess into his ear.

He smiles, and that is when you notice an interesting scar stabbing through both his upper and lower lip. You don’t think about it though, but perhaps if you were sober you’d be more interested in the mark. It is intriguing, you’re sure under normal circumstances you’d be desperate to know where it came from. But now, it was the last thing on your mind.

“Tu ressembles à une fille de type martini.” he speaks into your ear as you feel his arm wrap around your shoulder.

It shocks you for some reason. You aren’t sure why given that you’re literally in France, but you hadn’t expected French to spill from the strangers’ lips. Maybe he didn’t hear what you said. Is he intoxicated as well? It’s a possibility the music blared out the fact that you were speaking English. You wonder if he speaks English too.

“I’m English.” you respond, “Um… Anglaise?” you add, racking your pathetic brain for the limited French words you do know. He smiles as you pull away, understanding now that you’re English. But he doesn’t return your language.

“Tu es très belle.” he smirks. Unfortunately for you, the compliment goes straight over your head. It does make you feel embarrassed that you couldn’t understand him, since you know your father and siblings would be able to have a fully fledged conversation with him as if they were French natives. Instead of trying to make him speak English, you take a sip of your martini and shrug your shoulders. It’s making you feel better, if only slightly, but you simply don’t understand.

Right on cue, Nobara returns with another drink. She didn’t find any potential suitors that fit your usual type, but her eyebrows raise in bewilderment as she sees that a suitor seems to have found you. She recognises that there is a definite age gap between you both, but he is your type to a T.

“He’s French, I don’t understand him.” you speak to her. “He said something before, will you translate?” you ask her as if she is a fluent speaker. You try and explain to the man that you want him to tell your friend what he said, it takes a little while but eventually he gets it. It takes every ounce of will power she possesses to not roll her eyes right out of her head when he speaks. She wasn’t expecting to be able to understand what he said. In fact, a small part of her was hoping that she wouldn’t.

“He said you’re very beautiful.” she repeats, attempting not to gag. You feel blood rushing directly to your face and you instantly warm at the compliment. Nobara turns away as she can’t help but cringe.

What a fucking line. And you’re falling for it.

She’s still holding the drink she ordered for you. It finds its way into your hand and now you’re holding two drinks and feel very restricted in your movements. So, you down the martini. He won’t understand, but you shout ‘thank you’ in the man’s ear regardless.

He steals a yelp from you when you’re spun around and pulled flush against his body. He’s encouraging you to grind on him just as you had with Nobara. You match his movements, albeit a little awkwardly as Nobara gawks at you with a pissed off look on her face.

“Do you want this?” she asks you. You bite your lip and nod. You do. God, you really fucking do. She knew this would happen. An argument isn’t what she wants, but she didn’t want to come clubbing for exactly this reason. She didn’t want to have to third wheel if someone happened to catch your eye, and she isn’t enough of a bitch to go back to the hotel and leave you alone with a stranger. So, she waves. “I’m going to wait over there until you’re ready to leave.” she tells you. You aren’t given a chance to ask her to stay when she immediately turns and heads towards some seats near the exit.

Your eyes flicker as you feel the man behind you bury his head into the crook of your neck and kiss over your pulse point. Your arm reaches backwards so that your fingers can rake through his jet-black hair. It’s all so exciting and exhilarating. You feel your heart almost beat out of your chest when you feel his growing erection grind into your behind. All you can think about is him touching you. You’re desperate for his hands all over your body even though it goes against every ounce of common-sense dwelling within you.

“Je veux te baiser si mal.” he groans, almost dragging out the final letter so that it vibrates from your ear straight to your heat. You’re soaked, you can feel how ruined your panties are just from the beautiful language and words you’ll never understand.

It takes little strength from him to turn your body so that you’re facing him. He smirks as your nimble fingers reach the buttons of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning the first. The second. The third. You want to continue; but you don’t want to draw attention to yourself. Curious fingers dip underneath the material of his shirt, delicately tracing over his skin. His pectoral muscles are rock hard, the feeling of them beneath the pads of your fingers makes your pussy throb. You get more adventurous, stealing a hiss from him as you smooth over his nipple.

He grabs your hand and pulls it away from his body. Tension is in the air between you both and it is palpable. Your chest is heaving, it’s fear, you think. His breathing is heavy, his broad chest rising and falling similarly to yours. For him, it’s anticipation. Your eyes are glazed over, and he can’t help but admire the way your enlarged pupils have almost taken over the natural colour of your eyes.

One large hand interweaves through your soft, shiny locks and the other is on the small of your back as he brings your body closer against his. His lips are on yours before you even realise why you can taste an alcoholic beverage you’re certain you haven’t tasted this evening. It’s him. He’s giving you everything and he’s stealing what you have to offer, as well. Your tongues are wet and slippery against one another as you get drunker from each other. Drunk on each other.

The sole thought of clubbing you had when you touched down in Paris has been obliterated. That isn’t enough now and you’re sure it never will be again after this. Alcohol and partying are fun, yes. This is what you wanted. But now, you want more.

You want him.

Nothing else, just him.

It’s the only thought that plagues your mind as he kisses your lips heatedly. It doesn’t disappear as he abandons your tongue so he can explore your body more with his own. It multiplies by a thousand when he presses chaste kisses against your ear, the pecking sound against your ear rushes straight to your cunt. It multiplies by a million when he finds himself kissing atop the flesh of your breast.

You aren’t sure if the notion falls from your lips; but while your head is thrown back in ecstasy, he is looking up at you with a wicked smile on his face. He couldn’t help himself, look what he’s doing to you.

“Veux-tu me baiser?” he speaks into your ear as he forces your head back upright. It’s frustrating beyond belief. All you want to do is understand him or have him understand you. Doesn’t he get it? You don’t speak French. It doesn’t matter what he says, or how pretty he speaks, you just won’t understand.

You giggle, awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. The amusement soon fades, and you pull your lips into a thin line, shrugging once more. There’s nothing more you can say.

He raises a finger, signalling for you to wait for a second. You nod. He begins rummaging around in his pockets, dead set on finding something. It’s almost impossible to suppress a smile when the hope of him whipping out a translator enters your mind. Of course, that isn’t what he finds at all. He removes his wallet and begins looking for something there. The fat wad of cash in there doesn’t go amiss, but soon something else catches your eye.

A square made out of foil. And you can see the rubbery ring on the inside. A condom. He wants this too, just as badly as you. He raises his eyebrows, questioning if this is something you want. It is. Despite your better judgement telling you to take his phone number and make him wait, you can’t help but want him now.

You nod, dumbly. Mouth already pooling at the thoughts of having what has been pressed against you for the majority of the night inside of you.

“Yes… s'il te plait…”

Nobara’s fury had reached new heights when she realised you were bringing the handsome, devilish stranger back to your hotel. She kept it to herself though, but she had every intention to give you an earful in the morning. While you were practically dry-fucking each other in the backseat of the taxi, Nobara sulked in the front as she waited desperately to arrive at your destination.

She couldn’t abandon you quick enough when you finally got back. The girl practically sprinted through the lobby to the elevator, desperate to not have to share with the two of you. It would likely have been the case anyway since you need to talk to reception before bringing a guest upstairs.

You pull out your daddy’s credit card, having no problem with paying for your guests’ night in the hotel. But he holds a hand out, pushing your card back to you as he shakes his head. He converses with the hotel staff, you assume he’s explaining the situation, before pulling out his own card. It makes sense that he can afford a night here, too, despite the extortionate price. If the money in his wallet was anything to go by, you’re sure he’s rolling in it.

The thought is quickly rinsed from your mind as the payment is approved. He takes your hand and walks you towards the elevator Nobara had just been in. Not only are your lips on each other again, but you’ve jumped onto him, wrapping your legs around his body while you grind against each other. You know one thing for damn sure, you can’t wait to get each other out of these fucking clothes.

He holds the key to your room in his hand, doing his best to carry on kissing you while he tries to find the door.

Nobara’s head almost shoots off her shoulders when he accidentally opens the door to her room instead of yours. You’re both giggling as he quickly slams it shut and eventually finds your room. He sets you down as soon as he shuts the door behind you; neither of you can wait another second to get undressed.

You’re removing articles of clothing between kisses. He takes the straps of your jumpsuit and pulls them downwards, instantly exposing your breasts. You help unbutton the last remaining buttons of his shirt, finally able to see his entire upper body in all of its glory.

It’s difficult for you both to keep kissing whilst removing the rest, so you take a break to remove your shoes. He holds the condom he showed you earlier between his teeth before removing more layers. Fumbling fingers help each other out of the rest of your clothes, and once fully exposed to the aircon in your room neither of you take a second to admire each other.

He holds your leg and forces it to rest on his hip, encouraging you to wrap your legs around him again as you had in the elevator. You do, removing the condom from his teeth before circling your arms around the back of his neck so that you can carry on kissing him. The man walks you both towards the direction of the bed, colliding aggressively with the mattress while he carries on swirling his tongue against yours.

You’re so needy, he could tell by the sticky webs in your underwear as he helped peel them off you. He leaves your lips again, quickly kissing down your body towards the apex of your thighs. He takes a detour once he reaches the valley of your breasts, giving sensual attention to each of your nipples. Fuck, you’re soaked. The way you’re fucking yourself on the ridges of his muscle adorned thigh tells you both just how wet you really are.

And he wants a taste.

So, he keeps going until he can hook your left leg over his shoulder, kissing gently into your inner thighs before attaching himself to your clit. You aren’t sure if your senses are enhanced from the alcohol or if he’s really just that good. But he sniggers as your fingers find purchase in his obsidian locks and almost tear them from the roots.

You squirm against the mattress, and it doesn’t even register in your mind how fucking loud you’re being. Even Nobara’s noise-cancelling headphones are having trouble tuning you out. He slips two fingers inside of you and begins pumping them with a vengeance against your soft spot. It’s almost game over, you know it. And he knows it too, because you’re practically fucking his face and his fingers while he eats you out.

Your toes curl as you cum and the man doesn’t give you a moments reprieve as he finger fucks you through your aftershocks and continues suckling on your overstimulated bead. The bedsheets are sure to be glazed in his cum as he couldn’t help but grind against the mattress whilst pleasuring you. He won’t mock you for being desperate because he is no better.

But now, he is ready to cum.

He picks up the condom that you left by your side on the mattress and prepares to tear it with his teeth. But before he can, you interject.

“No!” you tell him, again, against your better judgement. You pick up the protection and throw it to the other side of the room. He looks perplexed, but not angry. But he needn’t worry, there’s no way in hell you were changing your mind. How were you going to tell him what you wanted? “I want you…” you started. You brought your face closer to his so you could kiss him once again. He reciprocated, his large frame unintentionally caging you beneath him as he did so.

Your fingers reach downwards between your bodies. Finally, you have a handful of his cock. And as suspected in the club, it’s huge. You want to look, but you can’t, because you need him inside now. You guide him to your entrance, and his eyes widen in horror as he realises you’re putting him inside of you without protection. Perhaps it’s a deal breaker for him.

“Just want you t’fill me up. Wanna be warm…” you sigh, letting go of him to allow him to retrieve the condom if he wants.

But he doesn’t. He slams himself inside all of the way to the hilt, robbing an earth-shattering moan from your lungs. You can’t help but feel pure, unadulterated joy as he begins putting his weight behind each and every thrust with no remorse. Pounding your ill-prepped little pussy without regret.

It’s almost like he understood what you told him.

His head hung low, your cheeks touched as he carried on pummelling himself into you, fucking your insides and that special spot inside that made your brain turn to mush. He already couldn’t understand you, and there’s no way he would now. Not a single coherent thought ran through your mind. Just him, just his cock, just this feeling.

He wasn’t vocal during sex, at all. But his breathing became heavier and heavier with each thrust. He winced and gritted his teeth when his balls tightened, and his sensitive cockhead found paradise in the form of your g-spot again and again. It’s odd to hear a lover so unafraid to let their enjoyment show before their orgasm arrived. Often replacing moans and heavy breaths with degradation and insults instead.

But not him, he held no embarrassment over how perfectly your cunt was treating him. He bit into your shoulder, and you felt his excessive breaths dust over your skin. He looks into your eyes, those beautiful jade green jewels examining you as if he’s searching for an answer. He’s going to cum, you think that’s what he’s telling you. Is he allowed to cum inside? You nod, that is exactly what you want. He kisses your neck again as your walls tighten, both of you brought to your knees under the weight of a crashing wave of an orgasm. He moaned loudly in your ear, and you did the same to him. Even as he stopped cumming, he kept fucking into you. He looked down to where you were joined so he could admire the creamy ring at the base of his cock. He kissed you once more before pulling out, spreading your lips to admire the viscous white seed pulsating out of your cunt.

He kisses your clit before rolling to the side. Both of your heads laid comfortably in the pillows as you came down from the thrill of it all. You wanted to clean up. You wanted to pee. But it’s been a while since you’ve had a fuck so good you can’t move. And even this encounter is in a league of its own. Your lover eased himself off of the mattress and walked towards the discarded clothes at the front door of your hotel room. He returned with a box of cigarettes and a lighter. You don’t normally partake, but when he offered you one as he stared at you with those glossy green eyes you couldn’t help but accept.

His jaw fell open, as if he wanted to speak. You tried to smile in understanding, knowing once again that whatever he had to say wouldn’t make an ounce of sense to you. So, he looked away, taking a drag of his cigarette as you did the same. This encounter is certainly one for the records. You managed to get someone into bed without having to even speak to him. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that his jaw opened once again. It seemed he would speak, regardless of the language barrier. But you didn’t face him, inhaling the nicotine into your lungs as you waited patiently.

“I love cumming inside.”

Your entire head rotated and your eyes darted to his lips. Did he just say that or are you too fucking drunk and losing your mind? That was English. You’re sure you haven’t miraculously learnt all of the French your father has been trying to force into you after all of these years. You’re sure it was English.

The suspicions you have are confirmed as he looks at you with raised eyebrows. He takes another hearty drag of his cigarette before smiling wickedly at you again. This whole time… This whole fucking time he has known how to speak English. Was this all just to fuck with you? Does he have a higher success rate with women if he speaks to them in French over English? You can’t believe it. Whilst in a complete state of disbelief, you can’t help but laugh. Fuck. He got you. He really fucking got you and played you like a damn fiddle.

But what can he say?

He loves cumming inside.

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─── chapter 15 ! ~ cynosure.

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n: i hope you enjoy this chapter and that it provides a satisfying ending for this rollercoaster of a series :] thank u for all the support on cynosure, i love u guys and i'm so grateful to be part of such a sweet community <3

warnings; suggestive

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biggest thank u to; @hurricanectar & @noctua-koi for always talking abt cynosure w me :) i became friends w both of you through this series and i'm so glad we've become so close!! i love u both sm <3

livestream !

y/n: hi everyone! sorry for the unscheduled stream, but thank you very much to all of you who decided to tune in!

xiao: yes, thank you. so as the title of this video suggests, the two of us have an important announcement to make.

COMMENTS ylovrr; omg what could it be siluc; i mean the two of them r tgt for it so im p sure we all alrdy k xiaoxiaoo; ahhh i hope it isn't anything bad :< kazu-topia; it should be fine (i think)

y/n: i think chat is going to murder us if we keep dragging it out, so, xiao, would you like to do the honours?

xiao: me?! didn't we agree it was going to be you?!

y/n: i changed my mind! *sticks out tongue*

xiao: ._.

COMMENTS auradragon199; THEY ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!! venvens; what if them bantering was my final straw,,, it's too wholesome :sob: dendrobivms; i want to marry both of them atp LSKDJSK

xiao: fine. since y/n has very kindly thrown me under the bus, i'm just going to say it - the two of us are dating.

y/n: ?!?!?!

xiao: why do you sound so surprised?? you asked me to say it!

y/n: I KNOW!! it just sounds so cool when you say it out loud like that.

xiao: ...

COMMENTS hamayumis; AHHHHHHHHH XIAOYN REAL OFFICIAL noctua-koi; OFMWAKJDKJSA THIS IS NOT A DRILL EVERYONE I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL XIAOYN IS REAL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sprayio; aww xiao's blushing :>>> so cute !! hurricanectar; theyre perfect for each other :))) contentedbean; yes they deserve the world noirkkat; my scrunklies <3

y/n: holy archons, thank goodness you're all taking it well. not to exaggerate, but i was honestly terrified that most of you would hate us.

xiao: mhmm. but even if you did, that wouldn't change anything between y/n and i. i've been stupid enough to let hate comments affect me once, and it will never happen again. i love y/n, and since i'm lucky enough to call her my girlfriend, i'm not going to allow anything to ruin that.

y/n: aw, xiao! i always knew you were head over heels for me.

xiao: yeah, yeah, whatever. anyways, if you have any questions we'll be more than happy to answer them.

COMMENTS 120802; xiao won't meet y/n's eyes... looks like someone's down bad anon; will this affect your streaming?

y/n: nope, not at all! xiao and i are still very much our own people, so our schedules for streaming won't change at all.

xiao: except for maybe a few more off-collabs with just the two of us.

y/n: *pretends to whisper to chat* xiao's just saying that 'cause he wants me to stay over. *wink*

xiao: I AM NOT!

y/n: *laughter* next question!! 'have you heard that all of scaramouche's social medias have been deleted?'

xiao: ...no, i haven't. nevertheless, i wish him the best of luck in all his future endeavours. there is no bad blood between us and i genuinely hope he's happy.

y/n: exactly! also just a reminder, please make sure not to send any hate to anybody who was involved or a fan of scaramouche. we've moved on from that chapter of our lives, and we'd like to leave it in the past.

COMMENTS scaramew; theyre so mature omfg sohyuki; another day another slay as per usual alatusxiaoo; mwahhh i hope the pillow of whoever asked that qs is warm on both sides kdaehara; them. that's it that's the comment tofuthoma; screaming sobbing crying rn /pos normalisthenewnorm; hmm what else is there to even ask cynokine; i'm assuming scara had to either delete his socials or go to court and he picked the better option test-tube; soooo, any plans to play two-player games more in future?

y/n: great question! personally, i'm looking forward to human fall flat, or maybe fall guys!

xiao: or maybe stardew valley could be cool. or even phasmophobia.

y/n: isn't that a horror game?! xiao, not everyone has your ability to be utterly unafraid in the face of jumpscares.

xiao: hey! is that an insult or a compliment?

y/n: hehehe, i'll never tell!

COMMENTS afchicken; theyre so sweet im going to get diabetes istg yelansrightarmpit; AWKJDJAKSJDKAWKDJSAKD BARKS LOUDLY thomacrumbs; me when they <3_<3 goblefunk; xiaoyn the world xiaophobic; I LOVE THEM SO MUCH !!!!!!! c02z; so, how does it feel being the hottest streamer couple on the planet?

xiao: on the planet...? well it's mostly y/n.

y/n: xiao! don't say stuff like that!

xiao: it's just the truth!

y/n: *swats him* anyways, you're very kind for saying so. and personally i think it's thanks to xiao, and it hasn't been that long yet but so far dating him is very fun!

xiao: dating y/n is very fun too. she's an amazing person and i'm honoured to be hers.

y/n: how can you say such cute stuff with such a calm face?! i swear i'd kiss you right now if we weren't streaming.

xiao: then maybe we should end the stream here, because if i'm being honest i'd like to kiss you too.

y/n: archons, you're lucky i love you. we aren't ending the stream yet, we've still got more questions to answer!

xiao: hmph. *pouts* fine.

...

y/n: so anyways, i think we'll end the stream here! thank you so much to everyone who joined, i'm really glad to know that you all support our decision and we hope that you'll continue to watch our streams!

xiao: yes. thank you for the kind words, have a good day.

y/n: byebye!

COMMENTS nurserinnn; that was the best stream ever!! yanfeishere; brooo xiaoyn has my whole heart omg aijlin; if they don't get eternal happiness im rioting van-chii; them !!!!!!!!!!!!

*stream ends*

y/n: xiao, holy archons, my hands are shaking so much. aHHH i was so nervous!

xiao: you did great, dove. *holds y/n's hands* i'm so happy we did that.

y/n: me too! i must be the luckiest girl in the world; our fans will still enjoy our content, and i get to date the person i love.

xiao: *under his breath* you're so cute.

y/n: i'm right next to you, y'know. i can hear you.

xiao: ?!

y/n: haha, i'm just teasing! i think you're super duper mega awesomely cute too, xiao!

xiao: *ears turn red* it's getting late, we should go get ready for bed. you need to get enough rest, especially after your travelling.

y/n: okay then, boyfriend. i call dibs on using the shower first.

xiao: *swallows* go ahead... girlfriend.

y/n: AWWW YOU'RE LITERALLY SO ADORABLE!!!

xiao: STOP, JUST GO SHOWER ALREADY! tsk, no respect for the adepti.

irl !

"hey y/n, i used the other bathroom, so you can take your time and you don't have to worry about rushing so i can use this one," xiao hesitates slightly before knocking on the bathroom door to let you know. if he's being honest, he can't tell if he's awake right now because all this feels like the best kind of dream possible. sure, you've slept over at his house before, but this time the two of you are an official couple! "it's okay, i'm already done anyways," you reply cheerfully before opening the door and grinning at him. as xiao looks at you, he hopes that if this is all a dream, he gets to sleep a little longer.

"you look really pretty," xiao murmurs, swallowing the lump in his throat which miraculously forms whenever he's around you. he has always been soft-spoken and quiet, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself instead of voice them out loud, but when you're here, this quality is amplified tenfold. everything he wants to say to you is frozen on the tip of his tongue, and he can only gape at you like a goldfish and pray to any deity listening that somehow you'll understand what he's trying to convey. you twirl, allowing the fabric of his shirt to swoosh around your legs, "aww, thanks! this is the shirt you left out for me, right?" your boyfriend nods, and you swear he looks so adorable when he's too shy to make eye contact. little do you know he's thinking the exact same thing, except it's more so about how you're drowning in his shirt - he knew it was a good idea to buy the biggest size, too-large clothes are always the most comfortable, and if he gets to see you like this that's just an added benefit.

"actually, dove, can i kiss you?" the words slip out before xiao can stop himself, before he can filter them like he usually does. perhaps this is just the effect you have on him, reducing him to an incoherent mess who acts before he thinks. but as you smile, "of course," and move forward to kiss him, xiao thinks that maybe it isn't that bad. your hands travel upwards to tangle in his hair as you push his back against the bed, tugging on the jade strands as you deepen the kiss. xiao can barely think clearly at this point, his mind has been wiped to a clean slate, every thought replaced with the feeling of your lips as he does his best to memorise everything about you. hands gripping your waist tightly, his golden eyes flicker from yours to your lips, fixing every inch of your features into his mind. his thumb smooths across your cheek, admiring the way you lean into his touch, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzle into his warmth.

the two of you have come so far, xiao thinks to himself as his fingers idly dance over your skin, unknowingly igniting a trail of fire in their wake. throughout everything you've both been through, xiao definitely knows that there were things he could have done better, ways he could have reacted better, but if varying the method won't lead to the scenario where he gets to kiss you like this right now, xiao thinks that he wouldn't change anything for the world. he's learned so much these past few months, from healing himself after his past and convincing himself to be brave enough to step into a new future, and it's all thanks to you. you, who coincidentally strolled into his life and captured his heart and attention without even trying, you, who gave him a second chance even when he thought he was unforgivable, you, who was willing to accept him for his flaws and love him nevertheless. it was always you.

as your mouth sears across his collarbone, xiao cups your face, tilting it up to look at him, "y/n, i love you so much." your expression relaxes into a smile, affection glimmering in your irises as you gaze at him with so much tenderness in your eyes, "i love you too, xiao." his hands slide down your torso to rest at your hips, but his stare is focused on yours still, "you know i'll always be there for you, right?" "mhmm," you mumble, pressing your lips to his once more, matching the heat building up between the two of you with an equally passionate kiss. xiao is helpless to do anything but melt into it, enjoying the feeling of your lips moulding together perfectly like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle slotting into place. you're making his head spin with just your lips - he's always been at your mercy, for you've got him wrapped around your little finger; all his attention, all his admiration, and all of him.

when you pull away, xiao leans his forehead against yours, amber irises shining with fondness, "after all, you're my cynosure."

a/n; so we're finally at the end, huh? it's been a pretty wild ride over these 8 months ever since i published the cynosure masterlist as a surprise on 18th july last year :') i never even dreamed it would gain this much popularity or that so many people would like reading a streamer au, but i'm really glad it did. i've met countless wonderful people through this story whom i'm proud and lucky to call my friends until now. i just want to say that i'm so so so thankful for all of you who gave cynosure a chance. ily, i quite literally wouldn't be anywhere on tumblr without you guys <3 also, all the fan accs in this chapter are people whom i love + people who i've recognised interact frequently w cynosure posts !! i hope it's okay that i used your urls without permission, tell me if you'd like me to remove it. do stay tuned for my future projects too mmkay? anyways, as per usual i'm still finishing cynosure chapters at stupidly late hours, so i'll be heading to bed now. goodnight everyone, take care of yourself, and please do lmk what you thought about this chapter / cynosure as a whole! i'd love to hear your thoughts on it :> mwahhh byebye !! <3

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[lady-lunaaa]

Chapter 1-

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Pairing: Pirate!Mikey x Goddess!reader

Rating: MATURE, minors do not interact

Warnings: pirate au, female reader, insinuation that reader is required to perform sexual acts for a deity against her will, manipulation (from both reader and deity), drowning, violence (boot to the face) and a spatter of blood

WC: 4.7k

a/n: This is chapter 1 of my submission for the High Seas Collab, please go and check out everyone's amazing pieces here. A big thank you to my babes, @dabilove27 and @gixxie, for hosting this collab with me- without you, this never would have come to fruition 💙 I plan to post a chapter a week (hopefully) so bear with me. I'm so excited for this series and I hope you enjoy!

Lullaby: ☠

It is a lonely affair being sea Goddess; an entity responsible for the myriad of ecosystems that make up the ocean, separated from humanity and even the realm of deities. An outcast; no place for you in either world. No friends nor family to speak of (other than the sea creatures you nurture), for they all passed long ago, a near-forgotten time in your past that often danced along the edges of your memory, taunting you with hazy recollections of faces and names and happiness.

You loved once, no matter how long ago or how hard time tries to pry the emotion from you, you remember it. The warmth and elation at being surrounded by the ones who loved you, cherished you. The peace of being able to sleep at night knowing you aren’t alone and the simple joy of waking to a new day and a table full of food and laughter.

It is the only thing that kept you sane, that gave you comfort during those centuries in your underwater prison. It is the only thing that keeps the bad memories out, the living nightmare that plays out in your head on repeat; being tricked and spoiled, torn from your family’s bosom and ripped out of your mortal shell, then tossed aside like nothing. That is the way of the Gods; mortals are mere playthings, inconsequential to the passage of time, a passing fancy compared to the many millennia that deities prevail.

And now you endure the same eternal fate, except you endure it alone. You swore to yourself that you would not let the rage and upset that consumed your soul in those early days fester and twist into cruelty and hatred. You will not become like the ones who condemned you, even if it tortures you for the rest of your existence. You hold onto the pieces of your humanity that remain with desperate resolve, clutching at the grains before they can slip through the hourglass and be claimed to time.

It is a struggle, but you do your best to remind yourself of the simple beauty found in the smallest reaches of the sea. The secret metropolis hidden beneath the waves that is run by the shrewd and vicious mer-clans. The birth of an animal and the new life that is continuously found amongst death. The weird and wonderful creatures found at the deepest depths of the ocean, the sole lights amongst the pitch dark. The images remind you that life is beautiful and worth living.

And although time took many things from you, it also gifted you new skills, abilities that you honed to precision. You learnt that you could explore and experience things second-hand for short periods of time, using sea animals as your eyes and ears. You learnt to shape water itself; bend it to your will. You could split the sea in half if you so wished, swallow ships whole, attack the land you so yearned to set foot on with tirade after tirade of vicious waves.

Perhaps one of the most useful things you learnt as Goddess was the healing power of water. You can mend bones, knit skin back together and flush out poison running through veins. It has helped countless Merpeople who often find themselves injured at the hands of one of their own. And it even helped a handsome young pirate, a cheerful fellow with a strong honour code and unparalleled kindness. You still thought about him even now, how strange that man had been. You had never witnessed a pirate captain so charming and sweet, a pleasant but stark contrast to the usual brutes that stalked the high seas on their hulking vessels.

He had been injured, gravely so, in a battle against two pirate factions. The culmination of a generations long feud that ended with blood and canons and death. You had witnessed from afar, yearning to intervene and do something. But it was forbidden to meddle in the affairs of mortals, to change the course of fate for your own personal gain, or anything as frivolous as human emotion.

When the sounds of cannon fire and clashing swords ceased, and the cries of the injured subsided you had gone in and swept the wreckage for bodies, for any tell tale sign of life. And you found one. You knew that you could help this man, just this one. And it was that which you told yourself every time you could not bear to look away and let the ocean take another victim.

You had seen the wrecks that littered the seafloor; ships still partially intact with skeletons sitting inside watery cabins, bones picked clean by fish. Their once prized treasure scattered around them and covered in thick swathes of seaweed. It struck a melancholic chord within your soul to see that as their final resting place, there was something so sad about being buried at sea, never to return home and be with your loved ones.

Your newest (in the last several hundred years or so) and most interesting ability was shaping a temporary body out of water. You are proud of your prowess but you have to admit, this one isn’t so useful. It serves only one purpose; a purpose you wish you did not have to fulfil.

You have no one with which to speak, to keep you company down here. You simply exist, woven seamlessly into every particle of water, witnessing all. The surveyor of your watery domain, but never feeling, never tasting, never experiencing for yourself. It’s only through the eyes of others, perhaps a nosey mermaid or a pod of roaming orcas, that you see the world. And even then, it’s only the world contained within the sea, not able to explore beyond the shore.

The highlight of any day for you is worming your way into a creature’s mind, into its very essence (your favourite are seals, they are very impressionable and often seek out boats for stray scraps), and planting a suggestion there; an image of the water's surface. Then all it takes is a push, a desire to follow the thought, before you breach the surface and witness the ships at home among the waves. The decks are always bustling with crew; shouting commands and wrestling with equipment, back and forth they go.

Oftentimes, you follow the ships to harbour in the early morn' and watch people unload goods onto the dock, preparing for the day's market. Trade is rife, stalls stretching as far as the eye can see, fabric tops fading into uneven, mismatched homes of stone and wood. Some peddlers sell jewellery made from sea glass and shells, others boast an impressive selection of fresh fish and crustaceans, and there is always one who claims they have rare trinkets from far-off lands.

Hawker’s cries pierce through the cacophony of sound; the voices of patrons mingle with the bells of ships that come into dock and the clattering of horse-drawn carts through the streets, and the distant shrieks of gulls reach over the din as they swoop into the fray to purloin an easy breakfast from the fishermen.

People from all walks of life roam the busy promenade; burly ship-hands trade treasures found at sea for fresh fruit and drinking water, portly servants browse the more luxury wares no doubt hoping to find something to their young master’s tastes, and families of noisy children and scolding mothers weave through the crowds filling up their aprons with bread and potatoes.

Everyone convenes here come dawn hoping to fetch a pretty penny or haggle themselves a bargain. The chaos is thrilling to you; the noise, the smells, the mess. There is nothing quite like it at sea, and when you had still walked the land on two legs the world had looked very different, indeed. It toys with your curiosity and calls to you like a siren song, begging you to explore islands unknown.

And that curiosity, that desire, is what drives you to this secluded cove by the shore. A special place for you, nestled away from the main city and far from the harbour and all its humdrum. No one ever comes here, and although it is lonely, it is nice to have a secret spot carved out of the land all for you. You can almost convince yourself that it is separated from the rest of the world. The only piece of land you have that no one else does not, even if you cannot sit amongst the sand and feel the grains sift through your fingers, it is yours.

It is also the location you choose to rendezvous with the King of God’s, the one who bestowed this “blessing” upon you, the Father of you all. You did not meet often with him because it is not allowed, it could put you in danger if she found out, and the Father of Deities was a busy man after all.

You float at the edge of the shore, just before the water kisses the sand, and concentrate all of your energy into one point. Allowing the water to shift and swirl, upwards and out, into a human form. A woman born of salt and sea.

You flex your watery digits, and marvel at the solid shape they retain. Once upon a time, an action like that would have caused your whole form to unravel, but you have full control now. You hold up your arm and admire the eddying waters, watching the moonlight glint off the liquid playfully.

What did people think when they saw this form? Saw the womanly curves swirl into frothy waves where your hips met the sea. Saw a face as translucent as coloured glass, fish swimming in the spaces where eyes should be, and a mane of seaweed flowing wildly about your figure.

You realise with a sick feeling that for many this form is a curse, a harbinger of death that sent sailors to a watery grave. Heaven’s puppet that fought and killed many good men in the Divine War, when the Gods won over the humans' attempt at rebellion. You carry much shame and grief, still from that chapter of your life, and it is something that you need to push aside for this clandestine meeting. If you wish to get your way, then you need to be careful and astute.

The king of Gods shall not be fooled so easily, unless you have a pretty face and appeal to his ego.

Both of which you plan to use to your advantage. You had spent many nights, in these very waters, perfecting your features. The curve of your lips and the line of your brows, the allusion to high cheekbones and a straight nose. You paid special attention to the area below your neck, creating a full and ample bosom, knowing it would please him.

A dolphin swims up to your side, frolicking in the waves that skirt around your form, head bobbing in a friendly salute. You hold out a hand and it places a rounded jewel into the centre of your palm, a pearl. The colour of an oil spill, rainbow inflections dancing across the surface in deep blues, royal purples and forest greens.

In the light of day, the patterns and colours would shift even more so, but it was unmistakably a dragon pearl. The blue-back hue synonymous with water dragons. It had been a gift from your late father.

He obtained it from one of his many voyages at sea, him (and some others whose names you do not recollect), had risked the long and arduous journey to the prosperous Island in the East when you were but a child. The Island was well known for its wealth and use of dragons in a military capacity; weaponising such great beasts was an affront to your people, who highly revered the magnificent creatures.

But still, your father and his men had left to trade their combined belongings for supplies and materials needed for your village’s agricultural prospects. Your father, the village chief, had reasoned that if they could find work in the city or even establish trade routes then his people would prosper and your luck would turn.

It had been a vital mission, your village poverty stricken and much of the land infertile. It had been a disappointing, but expected, outcome when they had returned without much more than trinkets and a few bags of coin. The only thing of any worth- the midnight blue pearl he had pressed into your tiny little fist, a “treasure for my treasure”, he had told you.

That marked the day your village had turned to the help of the heavens, a fateful choice that led to your current predicament.

You hold the gem in front of your face and evaluate its beauty, the only belonging you retain from your human life, a bittersweet memory. Of course, now that dragons were near-extinct this little ball of onyx was most rare indeed, and worth far more than it had been when you were a human child.

You roll the pearl between your index finger and thumb, turning the gem thrice in succession, before capturing it in a tight fist. Its shape wavers in the ever-shifting water encasing it, you feel stronger having it with you while you wait for him to show his face.

A few minutes pass, before you notice a stirring in the air, a presence that only grows stronger. A whisper of wind caresses your cheek and a gust blows up a storm in the waters. You do your best to contain your irritation and cast your borrowed eyes upward to see a swirl descending from the sky.

As the whirlwind touches the earth, a large figure emerges from the spiral, bare feet sinking into sand. As quickly as the wind comes, it dies down, returning peace to the cove. Well, peace until he opens his mouth.

“Treasure, you called?”

The man (God) before you, is tall and lean, muscles rippling with each movement. His midnight skin is painted with smears of gold and long dark hair falls down his back in braids, just brushing the white cotton of his trousers. A circlet twisted with chunks of amethyst rests across his forehead. He is handsome, devastatingly so, and once you had been blinded by that beauty. You had been blind to everything except his deceit.

You part your wet lips and a voice answers him, a melody that rings around the cove.

“Don’t call me that, no one is permitted to call me that,” your words are biting, like a striking serpent, in contrast to your sugary and seductive tone. There is a reason you borrowed a Siren’s voice for this occasion, a favour you will have to repay later, and that is to counteract your sharp tongue with an enticing timbre.

He laughs, and the sound is pure attraction, rich and deep. Pearly whites flash in the moonlit dark and if you had the stomach for it, you would be sick at the sound. On the surface, he is perfect. But if someone knew the true nature beneath, as you do, then they would hear the cruel mirth in that laugh and see the wicked glint in those pretty violet eyes.

"Such bold words to be spoken to I,” he walks toward the water lapping at the shore and stops when it reaches his toes, “but I always enjoyed that quality of yours, it’s the reason I made you ruler of the Seas.”

You swallow a cruel laugh of your own, that fire within your soul igniting at his brazen lie, but you smile instead and force out words far kinder than he deserves.

“I do not think that was the only reason, my King.” He brightens at the title purred from your lips and the way you shift the hair across your chest, leading his eyes downward.

An easy grin splits across his face and you can tell he appreciates your playing along.

“Seems you have learnt many things since I saw you last, Goddess. A siren’s voice? A clever choice.” You incline your head as if in thanks and he continues.

"It is not yet time for our union, we are short by at least a decade,” you shudder internally at his mention of your “union”, of course he had found a way to continue seeing his mistress despite the obstacles of a wrathful Queen and you being made of literal water, “I assume that you desire something else from me?”

This is your moment, you steel your nerves and before you can waver under those piercing eyes, you speak.

“I wish to walk on the land, I wish for you to give me a body once more. A human body,” you elaborate, as he opens his mouth in what you are certain is protest. You continue on hurriedly before he can speak, using a tone you hope is confident and firm.

"It has been long enough, I cannot stay confined to these waters any longer, lest I lose my mind. I ask that you please consider my words.” You finish your request with a bow of your head, realising your words came across far more demanding than they had any right to be.

He regards you thoughtfully, as if entertaining the idea, and you are surprised that he does not shoot you down immediately. The silence stretches on before he dons a tight-lipped smile.

"I knew this day would come, but I hoped it would not be so soon," he sighs heavily, as if you asked him to hang the moon, which he could very well do, "but what's in it for me, little dove?"

Ah yes, the question you had anticipated but not fully prepared for. There is really only one thing you can offer, are willing to offer, this leech. And you must choose your words carefully from now on.

"I know what I ask of you is great, and I do not expect to pay off this debt, but I have nothing to lose. And everything to gain."

He raises a brow in amusement, "Oh, how I never tire of your theatrics, my darling. But you did not answer my question." His voice hardens on the last line, and you know you have to appeal to him quickly.

"I have little to nothing to offer you, my lord, as you well know. But what I can give to you is my body, my human body. If you are so kind as to gift it to me, that is."

That piques his interest, like you hoped it would. You drift toward him on the waves, as close as possible to where he stands on the shore, and stretch out a watery hand.

"I could continue to serve you, my lord, but properly. With real hands, real fingers," your see-through digits lightly skim his toned abs, dancing along the hem of his waistband, and you make sure to pitch your voice low and breathy, "with a tongue."

He audibly swallows, wavering on the spot, as if tempted to join you in the water.

You smile internally, and push a little further, "Skin against skin, like we used to," you encase his wrists with water, moving the cool liquid up his arms to tickle his neck, soothing and invigorating as you go, "it's been so long, my King, I could be your plaything again."

Your voice is barely above a murmur now, as you raise your hand to caress his cheek, a whisper of an action. He shudders, long lashes fluttering closed.

"Isn't that what you want?" you purr at him, before pulling away completely, putting distance between you once more. You have to hide the disgust you feel when you notice the stiff erection straining against his slacks. A dick-brained fool. So easily persuaded, it just so happens that you can lead the horse to water and make it drink, after all.

"But I understand if that is not enough, I shall merely rethink my proposal and come back next decade with something more...enticing," you stare into those purple eyes, "but hear me, Father, I will not abandon this request, and I will keep trying. For as long as it takes, I will have my freedom once more."

He sighs dramatically and raises a manicured hand to his temple, a show of annoyance, but you know you have his defeat in the palm of your hand.

"Your offer is most tempting, my sweet, but know it is not this that sways me. I do this merely for you, because I am so fond of you." He looks up at you through his fingers, eyes dark, and if you had lungs you would be holding your breath right about now. His flattery and blatant lie is lost to you, it matters no more, he is going to grant you your request. You will have a body again.

A thrill zings through you at the prospect, something that lights you from within, your soul screaming for its release.

"Oh my lord, than-"

He holds up a hand to signal your silence, "Hold on now, my little goddess, there are rules," you wrestle the excitement down and try to focus on his words, of course there are consequences for this gift.

"If I do this, you are not human. You are still Goddess of the Waters, first and foremost," you nod quickly, eager to get this over with before he changes his fickle mind, "you will still possess your powers, but you must keep your identity safe from mortals, they cannot know."

You nod again, this is textbook, as if a mortal would believe such a title anyways. The ways of the Old Deities are scarce amongst the people these days.

"Oh, one more thing, my little treasure," you bristle at the pet name and hold onto the venom that dares to spit from your mouth, "you may not fall in love with a mortal during your...playtime. I forbid it. You serve me, and I have your heart."

You hesitate, "But I-"

"You will NOT, or I shall not grant you what you so desire," he examines the nails of his left hand, as if he hadn't just commanded that your heart be his, against your will. But you did not ask this of him for love, for silly romance, you asked this of him for freedom. You do not need love, you had once, and look where it has gotten you.

No. You do this for a chance to gain back a life outside of these waters, for yourself, and no one else. Love does not come into it. So, you harden your resolve and answer.

"Yes, Father."

He smiles back at you, all teeth and no humour. "Perfect, let's get this started then shall we? I wouldn't want to be late for supper."

You roll your eyes as best you can, silvery fish flipping over within your watery orbs. He steps fully into the sea now, but he does not sink beneath the waves, instead he walks atop them. His steps are agonisingly slow and you use your remaining patience not to hurry him on.

He stops before your temporary form and holds out a large hand, mere inches from your sternum, and looks at you devilishly.

"And you know I much prefer it when you call me daddy." His eyes alight with mischief at your face of displeasure before he presses his palm flat against your chest, just under your bosom.

Those twin flashes of indigo are the last thing you see before your reality crumbles, your very being unravelling into an obsolete darkness.

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Everything is dark, everything is pain. You writhe and scream despite having no body, no voice. Perhaps only the memory of a reaction.

Your soul is a sudden brightness in the black, shining fiercely against the onslaught of shadow, and you witness as flesh is bound to it. Strips of muscle and sinew joining around bones, and hair and fingernails sprouting from fresh skin.

The process is agony, so much worse than you remember it being all those decades ago, and this time you do scream. Loud and clear, ripping your virgin vocal cords raw, as they stretch around the piercing sound.

And then you're free falling through the darkness, the pit of your stomach shooting up into your chest, screams cut short as your breath catches in your throat.

You plunge into water, body smacking the surface with a thunderous clap, before you sink slowly into its depths. Your lungs ache straining for that first gulp of oxygen, a need you haven't had for centuries, and your body instinctively breathes in. Water shoots down your nose and throat, the salt burning your insides, as you struggle to eject the liquid and take another breath. You're drowning from the inside out, choking on an endless stream of ocean, your domain for the last 2000 years rejecting you now that you have acquired this new vessel. An intruder in your own home.

You force your lids open, the salt stinging your eyes, bubbles erupting from your mouth and rushing to the…surface. You see the surface. A bright shimmering light amongst the eternal blue, and your brain registers that it's a beautiful sight, if you weren't currently drowning maybe, you could enjoy its beauty.

Your body spasms and your legs kick out beneath you, your body pitching upwards, towards the light. Your eyes widen as you remember that you have a body, you have legs and arms, and you can swim. It's been a long time but surely, it's instinct for an animal. You close off your nose and throat, lungs ready to burst, throat and eyes burning so badly you think there must be irreparable damage.

And you swim. You kick your legs and drag your arms through the water, propelling yourself upwards inch by inch. But it's too slow. You can't make it. Your chest feels like it's going to explode and you open your mouth, sea rushing in once more as your eyesight goes fuzzy. And you let go. You blink up at the surface, vision blackened at the edges, and let yourself float away into nothingness.

It's odd, but you hardly feel the pain anymore, now that you've stopped fighting and let the ocean claim its victory. It's almost…peaceful.

Just as your eyes begin to close and you start to lose consciousness, there is a pressure around you, something moving through the water. Hands catch around your waist, grabbing your flesh, and begin pulling you up, up. When your head breaks the surface, you barely register the rush of cold air, the sting as a slap lands on your cheek, the muffled shouts in your ear as someone yells at you to "Wake up!"

Somewhere between the surface and wherever the hands are pulling you, you lose consciousness.

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You stir when two large hands begin a bone cracking rhythm against your chest, eyes flying open as you retch, torrents of seawater spilling from your mouth. The hands tip you to the side as you vomit what feels like liquid fire, emptying your gut and lungs, and finally taking in a rattling gulp of what your body so desperately craves.

You blink and your consciousness begins to fade once more, only to be rudely interrupted by a boot to the face. The grooves of the sole dig into your cheek and press it painfully against your teeth. You feel skin split and copper floods your mouth, mixing with the taste of salt and acrid bile, your stomach rolls and you heave.

The owner of the boot only applies more pressure, and you sputter, blood spattering your lips and chin as you look up at your assailant. The last thing you see, before you completely lose consciousness this time, is tanned skin, a shock of sun-bleached blonde, and a smile so sadistically wide that it blocks out all else.

The first true emotion you feel after two millennia of emptiness is a flutter of fear deep in your bones.

Thanks so much for reading! 💙

[achillesunly]

Honestly I'm in a lot (ALOT) of feels rn and need to reinvent the world and we're starting with...

Killer and Healer.

The show was amazing and a piece of art let's get clear on that.

Although, some really important things need to be changed. Let's starto

1: the seven episodes of absolute horror, I, and so many poor souls have sat through even though as someone here smartly said, we already know Chen is the one for Yuelou, like, canon. It's litteraly. Yeah so. The point of wanting to force miss journalist s little stupid crush on Yuelou is pointless and honestly just make people (me) start hating her.

2:. Chulan, Ryan, rulan churan wthvr

(jesus I even forgot her name lmao) she would have been an effective plus 10000000 character with a real development out of her cagey feeley for our nation's gayest police officer. Like she's independent and strong and needs no man. Develop her career and that shit??

3: the all Junbai- Yu relationship.

It was so shitty. No like not the psychotic (that was.. good? Interesting?)but the writing. You had strong characters and alot of work to do with them. There were so many things in that roomates situation with issues and soon to be broken trust to do , their entiere relationship could've been totally different and far more deep and soul baring and hhhh. Yeah .

4: boss yu s death.

Pointless. Stupid. For a strong and clever character, that's downright insulting. He deserved better.

5: junbai and his uncle.

We clearly see how they both bark for power over the other and how junbai just backs off when it starts to be clear as day. Should have worked on that, could've lead to many great turning of power things, strategies, taking over fam business entierly, and shooting the old bastard in the skull by yu: bc could make a collab with Yu (ending in Hey my uncle killed your fam sorry baby :/. A lie yes but hey. The angsty ff we could read off of that afterwards)

Plus junbais a man for greatness. Even if his death is somehow poetic it still sucks ass.

6: Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi.

They canon let them be happy. They are endgame. The flavor is immaculate let THEM BE A HAPPY FAMILY WITH KEYING, YUELOU WITH ANGER ISSUES AND A MENTALLY SCARRED LILL GIRL MAKES NO SENSE. OH YEAH RIGHT THERES STILL THE CAT, WE RE SAVED.

the ending made no sense

In conclusion, this show to be perfect would have needed the balls of the Untamed and Word of Honour writers, way more episodes (like 20 more or smth like that), a real work on character development, mostly because seeing the relationships and characters in themselves there is somuch u can do like the potential is amazing you can have SM fun doing smth great with that.

So what the actual frick frack snick snack hell of a bitch, writers?

Missed opportunity, really good show still, but flawed heavily, writers you suck ass a bit much and I'm out.

(Still very much bitter and endlessly jealous of the people in the timeline where the show had gone with the adjustments listed up. I wanna go in your timeline guys. Come get me. I'll, I'll cry for you? If that's a thing?)

[aceaugust]

🌙 1st ever JJK oneshot on Tumblr lol

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♤ When You Meet Him 7 Years Later, After You Rejected Him ♤

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🍂 7 years Ago

"Naaaah! I won't ever spare a glance at that simp."

Said her, when she was a 17 year-old , petty teenager. Never had the enough maturity, back then, to realize that she was hurting no one, but herself.

She rejected that who loved her much, with all the pure, innocent feelings he had. She humiliated him, made fun of him and rejected him, at last.

Had no consideration to his feelings, to his dignity. Had no insight of his state when he came back home, threw his bag aside, laid on his bed and cried for hours.

He was more humiliated than hurt. He had only one thought : "Even If she doesn't love me, she had much more better ways to reject me than this, but yes, she chose this way to make it clear that her loving me is impossible. Thanks, Y/N. I'll never forget that lesson."

And Honestly, he was right. But, was she so stupid to even realize that? Yes.

But, the wound she left in young Jeon, never healed. The time passed with Jeon acing all his classes, getting honoured and rewarded a scholarship to Seoul National University, in his home country.

Now, the 7 years have passed and young Jeon has become the CEO of The Golden Leagues Corps. The youngest and most successful CEOs out there.

She didn't fail either, she has become a CEO, too. Clocks have rolled to bring them back, face to face, under the title of Project Collaboration.

But, she isn't as she used to be...neither is he.

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"Alright, so it's a new day at work. Me, looking around at it, I almost can't believe that me, the petty, full of herself teenager did it. I do really dislike my past self. I was so arrogant, rude and immature. I messed up lots of things because of that, but there's only one thing I do regret the most...."

"Jeon's heartbreak."

"I broke his heart badly, when I had to apperciate him the most. Back then, he was, literally, the only one who loved me this pure, this...true. Since the last encounter, we never talked, though we saw each other every day, but he never spared me a glance...ha, just like what I said."

"I did break him, that break hurt and it changed him. But, for the sake of my stupidity, I never figured out what really changed about him. Now, 7 years later, I'm still wondering about him and honestly...I care about him. Sounds insane? Not really. I never did NOT care about Jeon, but I rejected him for my ego as the 'popular' highschool girl. And I shall say that I never stopped hating myself for that."

Thought she. Doesn't that sound fulfilling and beautiful? She regrets breaking the guy's heart! She's brave enough now to admit, even if it's to herself, that she cares about him. But, is that too late?

"Y/N, we're invited to The Golden Leagues Corps for the project collaboration."

Who said she's even listening? She's somewhere else, looking for her....lover..?

"Y/N,..."

"Y/N, are you okay?"

"Yo, are you-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening. An invitation from The Golden Leagues, yeah."

She's happy...no, no, she doesn't know it's Jeon's company, but she heard about it alot. I mean it's a world wide successful company, too ironic for her as a smart business young lady not to know about it or even hope for a collab with it. And yes, she did it.

"What was the CEO's reply, Nina?"

"Ahem, no, the CEO didn't reply himself. We recieved a confirmation email from his brother and business partner, Mr. , ummm..., yeah, Mr. Kim Taehyung."

Do you hear her heartbeats? Well, the thumps of her heart are quite loud.

"Kim Taehyung...? That's...That's JungKook's younger brother. Is it possible that it's just a coincidence?"

Thought she with pure anxiety. She hoped for full 7 years to meet him, but she still feels unready. Or maybe ashamed.

"Yeah, he set us to tonight on 8:00. I'm excited, honestly. They said that the CEO is hella handsome!" Nina...Y/N's younger sister, a mature, but out-going girl.

"Hella Handsome? JungKook was indeed handsome, even the most handsome in  highschool. What's that supposed to mean?"

"Did they mention his name?"

"Nope, all they said that he's so handsome, so manly, so strict and obviously, so successful."

"That does sound like JungKook."

"Oh no...."

The rest of the hours passed with her doing her work, but her mind has lost its calmness. She doesn't know what she's gonna do if it's really JungKook. Will she face him? Will she act like she doesn't remember him? Would she let him go? Or would she apologize sincerely after 7 years?

"Even if I apologized, would he even listen? I hurt him to the point where I do understand that I shall never be forgiven. Would he cancel the project when he knows it's me?"

"Is it even him?!"

"God, I'm going crazy."

"You look stressed...?"

She's much more than that. Guess she has to meet the person she hurt the most.

"Let's go, Nina. It's 7:45 already."

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Here she's invited to his mansion where all successful journalists, businessmen, idols, artists...almost everyone there. She'd be lying if she said that she ain't looking for him within the crowd. But, yeah, would she even recognize him?

"Y/N, damn, you've become sexier!"

Curling up her lips in disgust of the inappropriate exclamation, she turned around to the speaker.

Oops...wow...

James...

Y/N's ex-boyfriend.

"I'd rather you recall your words before spitting them out."

"Babe, you love those who call you sexy."

"That's because I was disgusting back then! If I wasn't, I would have never even thought of getting into a relationship with someone like you!"

"If I wasn't disgusting, I'd have never rejected the man who loved me truly."

That's what she replied to herself, compeleting her sentence to James.

"Woah, woah, what the hell?! Shut the f*ck up, b*tch!"

"What's going on here?"

"Freeze!"

"I know that husky, soft voice."

"J-JungKook."

"Turning around, I saw him."

"JungKook...he...he...has changed."

"He's tall, muscular, wide with a buffy chest, broad shoulders. His facial features have become sharper, but still with a tint of his innocence. His black hair is brushed to the back, making him look even more manlier."

"His eagle eyes, the look inside of them is scary. An empty, emotionless look."

"I broke him."

JungKook knows she's here, knows her, recognizes her very well. And he'd be lying if he denied that his heart ain't beating loud for her. He curses himself for loving her still.

"Wimp? Woah, you've changed!"

"Oh crap! He called him what I used to say when I made fun of him!"

"Shall I stand up-"

"I didn't know wimps are non-abusers. What shall I call you, then?" 

"He doesn't need me...."

"Non-abusers?"

She looked up to him as he has become much taller, staring at his expression. He hit a wound...a hidden wound.

"Get out."

"Who do you think-"

"GUARDS!"

In a minute, James was thrown out. Isn't it that powerful? By the mere call, he was able to throw a CEO out of his party.

What about Y/N? She's lost in her own thoughts of everything.

"He stood up for me after all what I had done? How..."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I beg your pardon, but the party is dismissed for tonight. We shall set it on a soon appointment."

Slowly, all the guests started walking away from the yard, getting into their cars, until there's no one left, but JungKook, Y/N, Nina and Taehyung.

"Nina?! Duuuude, it's been a century!"

Taehyung said to lighten up the doom as he pulled Nina in a tight hug. He sincerely missed her as they were best friends, before Taehyung got to know that her sister hurt his brother. So, they made a deal to stop talking to each other, but on good deeds.

Of course, that hurt both of them 'cause by that time, they were already in love. Neither did Nina forget Taehyung nor did he. Even at one heated fight, Nina accused Y/N for being the cause her love fell apart with Taehyung.

"Yeah, yeah, missed me."  Spoke Nina with tears and a grin. She, indeed, missed him.

"Look at them, Y/N. What have you done?" Thought she.

"Well, we'll leave you guys sort out the business and we do ours." Said Taehyung in mere happiness with a hopeful grin that his brother's love would work out.

"Was nice meeting you, Y/N. You've changed much....to the best. Good luck, y'all." Patted her shoulder, he ran to the mansion with Nina's hand in his.

Now, the feared encounter begins.

"So, that's one true massive coincidence, isn't it?" His calm voice shook her being as she hung her head low with defeat and loss.

"I'm glad it happened. So, I could apologize for real." The way she spoke with a voice above a whisper, sadly, humbly, with real authincity and seriousness, took him off guard. She was never like that, she was loud, immature, happy and never serious. But, now she's clear, composed and reserved.

"It's not like you."

"Glad I'm not the me you used to know. Do you have the ability to listen to me or are you too disgusted?" Her words and the way she's saying them is breaking his already broken heart.

"Why not? Let's give it a try. It couldn't get worse anyway. Or could it?" Balling her fists as she's trying to control her tears. She raised her head to look at him in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry...so sorry for everything. I'm so sorry for hurting you so bad, sorry for the time, feelings and efforts you had wasted on me. Sorry for the unforgivable words I said. Sorry for the heart I broke and left. Sorry for the fallen tears. Sorry for the unrecieved apology you had for 7 years. Sorry for being the cause of your bullying. Sorry for the disappointment. I'm sorry, JungKook."

She said with pure shame, pain and regression. It's obvious in her falling tears now and she isn't even trying to hide it from him. She threw the petty ego away, showing her real self.

"Right."

"I know that brings nothing back. But, be sure, I had already paid the price. James. James was the price. As toxic as I was, I got into a relationship with him. It was a nightmare. He put me down every single time he saw me. Whether said "You've become fatter." Or "Wow, put some foundation, your pimples suck." Or "Why aren't you like Hazel? She's so sexy." Or, or. He even cheated on me...twice...."

"You know what else? He abused me. Verbally, emotionally and.....physically."

"T-That's why you had my make up powder spilled on your bag. I-I used to have it all the time to...to...h-hide the purple marks."

"When I wanted to break up with him, he was drunk. In the middle of the fight, he broke his empty beer glass and slashed the glass all over my neck down to my shoulder."

"H-He...H-He didn't even bother to call an ambulance, he just threw the glass aside and r-ran away."

"If the neighbours didn't hear my screams, I would have died. You know I wished to die so bad back then, but I realized I'd have left a huge debt behind."

"But, now, after apologizing to you, the debt is over and I can die peacefully. Yeah, I do, shamelessly, hope for your forgiveness, but at least, you recieved my sincere apology face to face, that would make the past taste much less bitter for you."

"A-And yeah, thank you so much for standing up for me now."

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, looking down again. He has never seen her so vulnerable. What he knew about James now, made him realize why she has started wearing high neck tanks and dresses even though he knows she hates wearing them.

To hide James' scar.

Yes, he was so hurt from her, but he never wished for her to go through all that.

"Don't think I haven't thought of you when I was getting abused from him. Don't think I have forgotten your voice tone with me, your tender touch as you gave me the flowers, your huge concern, your doe shiny eyes, your innocent grin. When I woke up in the hospital, only one thought hit me : I don't deserve you. I deserve those who would break me."

"James made me taste what I've given you. And I gotta say you're so strong to endure it."

"Y/N..."

"Oh please, don't say my name like that! Don't! I don't and didn't deserve you! YOU LOVED ME! BUT ALL YOU GOT IS HURT! I LOST YOU FOR WHAT?! I IGNORED MY FEELINGS FOR YOU, FOR THE SAKE OF WHAT?!"

He, instantly, pulled her in his arms as her body started shaking violently in his arms.

"W-Why? W-Why did I lose you?" She kept repeating that question while hitting herself on the chest.

"Shush, calm down." He cooed in her ear, as he, gently, held her hand which she's hitting with.

"I've always loved you, JungKook. But, I was never worth of you. I was so toxic, egotistic and arrogant. I was never the right person to you. But, please, forgive me. Please, JungKook, I'm begging you."

"Why...why is that confession coming now?" Thought he with pure vulnerability. The whole incident is shaking the wounds he buried inside for years.

"P-Please, f-forgive me. Please."

He does. He does forgive her.

"I have never thought of doing otherwise, Sweet Beat."

Sweet Beat, the nickname he always had for her, though she never heard it from him, but he used to mention her as his sweet heartbeat.

The way he called her, the way he cooed his forgiveness in her ear, made her cry even more, clutching on his shirt with her tears soaking the croak of his neck, trickling down to the flesh of his chest.

She isn't just crying on his chest for their painful past, but also trying to let out the pain she had gone through in his absence. She wished for that moment when she squeezes herself in his brace, hiding from the scary world as he locks his arms around her.

The same goes to him as well. Oh, how he wished he'd rest his head on her chest and talk about his worries 'till late night with her fingers massaging his scalp, brushing through his black silky locks. They, both, needed each other so much, but stupid mistakes do destroy everything.

"J-JungKook, you do really forgive me, right?" Nodding his head, she smiled in gratitude.

"Can I hear it from you?"

"I forgive you, Y/N. I do forgive you."

"Thank you so much."

The look in her eyes is scaring him. He doesn't understand why she's so relieved as if she had a huge debt on her chest. Yes, of course she wants to be forgiven, but why so scared?

"You've always made great impacts in my life. Even my death, you'll leave me die in peace of mind and soul. I love you so much, JungKook."

That's exactly what he's talking about. Mentioning her death as if she knows when, as if she knows it's soon.

"Y/N, even if that meeting never happened, I've already forgiven you. I've seen you in multiple interviews and the broken look in your eyes said it all. I knew if you were to meet me someday, you'd have apologized."

She grinned, nodding in satisfaction.

"Y/N, is there something wrong? Are you okay?"

She nodded, patting his shoulder before, parting away.

"Please, don't give your heart to unworthy people again. Your heart is yours and to the one whose theirs is yours as well."

Why does that sound like a goodbye? Why does that sound and feel heavy on his heart? She's in a weird state of peacefulness as if she's parting the world in her lover's arms.

"My heart has always been yours and I shall give it to no one, but you."

"Mine is yours as well, but I was never worthy. Please, JungKook, don't get hurt again."

Cupping his cheeks in her palms, she placed a fragile kiss on his lips.

"Y/N, YOU B*TCH!"

SHOOT !

SHOOT!

SHOOT!

THUMP!

"Y/N!"

His yell has united with her body's collapse on the grassy ground. The green grass has started to turn reddish with her blood trickling through. Her head resting on her lover's lap as he's crying with no one to help.

"Don't! DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE ME AGAIN! NO!"

He yelled with all his pain, but all she did was smile sweetly at him. She wants to close her eyes with his face, the last sight to her eyes. He pulled her to his chest, crying his heart out as she hugged him back in mere weakness.

"~The moon is shinin' u-upon your face~"

"~Don't waste your precious tears for mere v-vain~"

"~This petty l-life is nothin', but an unworthy race~"

Sang she the lullaby, she used to sing in highschool as she slowly gave up on her weight.

"D-Don't cry, koo. I'm going no where. I'm just becoming invisible, h-ha ha. Shush, I-I love you so m-much."

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"Y-Y/N?"

"Y-Y/N?"

"Baby, p-please!"

"Y/N!"

"Y/N!!"

"YYYY/NNNN!"

"WHY?!"

"BABY, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"Y/N!!!"

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"CEO, Jeon JungKook, files a huge case against CEO, James MCckane in accusation of murdering CEO, Y/N August. In today's court, we'll hear the judges' last sentence on James after revising the given documents and provided evidences."

"James McCkane is sentenced to death for the murder of Y/N August."

I'll always love you, Y/N. Even if the earth and the heavens apart, I'll always keep on loving you. My heart is yours and yours is mine. I love you till I get buried right next to you. You're my sweet beat and will always be.

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[jakeperalta]

Hi! Idk if you have been on but what do you think of the video that Taylor posted with the vault songs? I saw someone else basically unscramble everything and the only song I'm kinda familiar with is We Were Happy. I also found some of the old demos but I'm gonna wait to listen to them and hear the new version first then compare. Someone reversed the audio and you can actually hear part of a song and I wonder which song it's from. Also there is a song featuring Keith Urban who loves Taylor and fits with the genre theme so I guess I'm fine with it, cuz remember we guessed only one per album. Sorry if this spoils anything or I overwhelm you but you're always the first person I go to to talk.about Taylor stuff with. It's okay if you dont reply right away..I hope you're doing well!

i’m not familiar with any of these vault songs! i’m just gonna wait and listen to the new versions too since it’s not long to wait and that way it’s more exciting getting a brand new song! i wasn’t expecting another collab but it’s sweet that it’s with keith urban since he’s always been a big supporter of her career and i’m sure whatever they do will be great. (also i’m honoured i’m the first person you go to! i’m busy at the moment but it’s nice to come online to messages and i’ll get to them all when i get time! hope you’re doing well too 💕)

[duskholland]

hi! sorry if this is a random question, but I'm really confused and was wondering if you could explain something for me?. I LOVE your blog and I LOVE cat (were-cheetah-stiles)'s blog and every time I see you guys interact I die a bit from happiness inside. I can't figure out if you're friends though? sorry if it's a weird question, I just wanna know if I should be holding out for a collab or something because that'd END ME. thank you :) love your blog btw!

okay. I’ve tried to answer this every day for the last week and have just ended up glaring at the ask instead lol. before i dive in, i just wanna stick a disclaimer here to say that it’s getting late and i am extremely sleep deprived/just generally a mess rn so anything I’m about to say should be definitely 100% be taken w a pinch of salt. please n thank you.

i don’t think i used that expression correctly. what are words ????

anyway. my head is in the game. (it’s not)

i would describe my friendship with Cat as a mutual support/love of one another/’s writing. wow that was A Sentence. to summarise, our interactions generally go as follows: ‘oh my god i love your writing’ ‘whaaaat no way i love /your/ writing?’ ‘what the fuck.’ orrrr, it can alternatively be summed up by the amount of times i have been physically brought to tears by her comments on my fics. i wish i could say i was kidding. it’s honestly embarrassing. Cat’s writing is on that level where it pushes and inspires me to get better. just..it’s great. i could talk about it all day. i have been known to talk about this specific fic of hers all day. ask any of the friends i have on iMessage, they’ll back me up on this. it’s embarrassing.

writing aside, i think she’s great! we haven’t interacted a lot, but she seems like such a lovely person. v genuine, one of the real-est people I’ve met on here and that’s really saying a lot. she’s exceptionally talented and unbelievably sweet. just a great woman tbfh.

right, moving on. (because i just realised I’ve spent the past couple of paragraphs declaring my love for her and i think it’s getting a little weird). the second part of your question: collab ! to answer it simply, idk! i don’t think it’s something she’s done on her current blog n obviously she’s really busy with all her current fics. also, we aren’t particularly close (god i feel like a fucking dick rn) so idk if she’d /want/ to do anything with /me/. which is fine. and wow. this ask is just as awkward to answer as it was when i tried last week aha. so yeah. long story short, who knows! it’s def something i’d be open to exploring at some point, but for now, possibilities look slim. never say never tho ?? honoured that’s something you’d want to read tho!

and finally, I’m v flattered you like my blog. i might detest this ask but i def don’t detest you. however, you did also say you liked Cat’s blog whiiiich means I’m gonna have to tag her now. so yay. thanks nonnie… making me expose myself as the no.1 Cat stan. you hurt me.

have a goooooood day

@were-cheetah-stiles  // @cathobs