#but so dear and precious to my heart that i can’t stay away from it

[wildsaltair]

Maximus is the constellation, and I am but a humble astronomer spending my life studying him

[yestrday]

: ̗̀➛  DRUNK ON ECSTASY ! ft. yan! venti, kaeya, diluc, albedo

In a last-ditch effort to subdue your fiery spirit and finally claim you as his, your dear yandere mixes a little something with your food. different emotions arise, but one thing is clear— you’re soooo much cuter when you’re pawing at his sleeves and crying for him.

+ whew finally got this one out of the drafts!! did this instead of the reflection paper lololol

( yandere behavior, drúgging, aphrodisíacs )

venti does it in a last-effort ditch to break down your walls. don’t blame him, okay! he’s been trying sooo hard these past few months to even put a dent in that thick wall you’ve put up between the two of you. he’s confident in his looks and his charm, and has been exploiting the utmost out of them just to seduce you! but you’re sooo hard-headed, and he’s growing really desperate!

he adores your modesty, really! but the shy and reserved smile you put on when he makes a move on you pains him both physically and mentally. he wants to see all of you, the good ones and the bad ones, and he wants to assure you that he’ll love you no matter what! he wants to see you needy and desperate just like he is, but it looks like you’re trying to control yourself. but no worry though, because venti will make it his mission to set you free of such bothersome restraints.

and well~ ♡ venti giggles as he swirls the pink liquid around its heart-shaped vial, brazenly playing with it with your back to your wine. he knows juuust the thing to get you to open up. don’t worry, don’t worry ♡ venti can’t seem to repress the wide grin as he drops just a teensy bit of the potion. this is what friends do, don’t they? help each other out?

and he’s helping you out alright. not like he has much of a choice when you cling and grasp at him so needily. he’s laughing all the time, even when you’re begging for some sort of release. his laughter, bordering on maniacal and full of lust, is muffled by the blood rushing to your head. he loves it— those desperate eyes, the whiny pleas… you’re everything he’s dreamed of and more. isn’t this wayyy better? to be true to yourself instead of hiding what you’re really like?

“venti venti ventiventiventi pleaseee~!” your whines sound absolutely delightful to his ears, and even more so when he watches you cling to him with hearts in your eyes. your hair’s a mess, your cheeks are bright red, and you smile at him like you’re drunk on the attention he’s giving you. “hmm, i don’t know…” venti feigns hesitance, even though he’s kicking his legs in delight. “it’s getting late now… don’t you need to go home at this time already?” you shake your head fervently, clutching even tighter onto him. you stare up at him so desperately and pleadingly that it’s hard to connect you to the straight-laced person you were before. “i– i don’t need to! i’ll stay here for you, venti! just pleasepleaseplease!” you nigh sob, embracing his side as try to indulge in every warmth and touch his body can offer. “please touch me already!” the giggle he lets out is almost maniacal, one that would scare you if you weren’t high on aphrodisiac. he takes a large swig from the wine bottle (more pink than the usual red) and brings your face closer to his. your breaths intermingle, smelling of sweet wine and laced with lust, as venti takes in the prize he’s been coveting for so long. “you’re so precious, my darling,” he whispers, and when he swoops in to kiss you, tongue wrapped around yours, you swear you’ve never been more contented in your entire life.

kaeya believes that he’s not the sort of person to resort to such… disgusting tactics. he tells himself that he can win you over by his charm and hard efforts alone, but the way you smile politely at him or when you take every opportunity to avoid him… it only digs deeper into his insecurities. every witty remark he has is met with an awkward laugh, every time he tries to close the distance, you shy away. it hurts him more than he wants it to. he knows he should be giving up but when he stares at the vial of aphrodisiac he’d unthinkingly buy, he knows he’s far too gone to give up.

he tries to forget about it, tries his best not to think about what horrible thoughts he’s been having of you. but every time you show him even the slightest affection, a genuine smile here or a comforting touch there, he starts caving. how happy he would be if you showed that to him every day! he’d return every affection you gave tenfold, you’d never be starved of it. he wants you so, so bad it’s maddening, and every night he sleeps in his bed alone, his mind becomes a little bit crazier.

but tonight, you were with another. he knows he’s just a friend, that you see them nothing more than a brother, but that’s not how the other party looks at you. yet you lean into their touch so willingly, laugh with them without any restraints, and smile at them so blindingly it stuns kaeya even from across the room. he grasps tightly the bulge in his pocket, heart-shaped and taunting, and bites his lip.

he wants you so, so badly. so when you approach him with your wine glass lifted, greeting him with a drunken smile, he tries to pretend that he is the subject of your affection. tonight, it can be all pretend, but when he refills your cup and watches the pink wisps drown in the red wine, he tells himself that it’ll all be real after this.

“i’ve got you, i’ve got you.” kaeya acts like he’s not the one who made you like this, swaying tipsily from the wine and the drug and clinging onto him for support. well, maybe more than support, because of the way you nuzzle into his side and breathe a sigh of relief, kaeya thinks that maybe you’re longing for something more. “hehe, have i ever told you how handsome you are, mister kaeya~?” you ask him, smiling wobbly up at him as you gaze into his one eye. he gasps in shock when he realizes that your noses are barely touching, and he leans away quickly to save his rapidly beating heart. he wasn’t like this with others, he swears, but something about you makes him so vulnerable and flustered that he doesn’t know what to do. your rented room is barely lit, the candlelights on the side of the wall somehow adding a sensual atmosphere as he guides you to your bed. the feeling of your skin against his is like fire to ice, and the little whimpers you give as the heat tortures you from within sets his head spinning. he can barely handle it, and with the way you’ve been eyeing him… surely it wouldn’t hurt to hope for more. he tries to set you on the bed, but you’re quick to push him down first and straddle him with a triumphant grin. he knows he’s the suspect behind your behavior, yet you’re the one pinning him down and he’s the one blushing and gasping like he’s been caught in your trap. “kaaaeeeyyaaaaa~ ♡” you drawl, nipping lovebites and staring at him with heart eyes and a flirty pout. “keep me company for the night?” his breath hitches in his throat as he takes in your draping clothes and feels the warmth of your body on top of him. mustering up enough bravado, he summons his confident grin to his smile as he wraps his arms around your neck. his heart is beating in his chest, and his eagerness drowns out whatever guilt he may have felt. “anything for you, love.”

when desperate, diluc might not make the most rational of decisions. he had bought the love potion off the black market in a fit of mania after you had once again run off and hurt yourself. his illogical logic reasoned that if you weren’t willing to be under his care, safe, and protected, he might as well force you to want it.

the morning after, diluc’s face contorted with disgust as he looked into the reflection of a man willing to force the person he’d been pining for into something they didn’t want. he locked the crystal bottle under lock and key, swearing that not once would he ever use it. he loved you too much, and admittedly too prideful to resort to such cheap tactics. he needed you to love him of your own volition.

but tonight was another one of those nights, news of another dangerous stunt of yours in dragonspine reaching his ears. you were driving him insane. what archon would care if he kept you under his protection, shackling you to his side even if it meant depriving you of your freedom to explore the world as you wished? hell, he might even get rewarded for it, because you were going to kill yourself at this rate!

there must have been a reason why he didn’t throw away that potion like he had ought to do, a malicious subconscious telling him that he would need it in the future. and it was right, the side of diluc that he had despised so much was right. as he swirls the ominous glowing pink in its bottle, he watches it drop into your wine with a face devoid of any emotion– too sick with love and paranoia to even feel anything for the crime that he was about to do.

the way you’re shivering and reaching for his touch is making him go crazy. he had never expected the potion to be this strong (though he did drop a few too much just to ensure the… effectiveness), so he received your weak embrace with both surprise and a dark delight. your current image was one he thought he despised— babbling incoherently, swaying tipsily, airy giggles, just like the drunks he tended to— but on you, it was nothing short of endearing. especially with the way you whimper at his every caress, shaking in flush pleasure as you lean in for more. you’re pliant on his bed with hazy eyes anticipating his every move, and he gently lifts parts of your clothes to observe the collection of scars you’ve collected. “d– diluc…” you whimper, weakly grabbing at his wrist as he traces another once more. you’re so… small, hands barely wrapping around the width of his wrist. “wha… what are you doing…?” “observing my mistakes,” he replies, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple that has you whining. he sees this with dark eyes but refuses to let go of the leash he’s put upon himself. “all these scars that litter you’re body, it was my mistake for even letting you go out there when you can’t even take care of yourself.” he thumbs another scar and you bite your lip. “now you won’t have to worry anymore. i’ll be the one taking care of you.” “take care of me…?” you’re silent for a few seconds as if the reality of the situation has finally dawned on you. diluc sits in silence too, waiting for you to start screaming and kicking and demanding before a wobbly grin spreads on your face. “take care of me? ♡ then…” wrapping your legs around his neck, you pull him in closer till his chin rests on your tummy, and you smile so lovingly at him that he could almost fool himself. “then take care of me lo~ots tonight, ‘kay? ♡”

albedo doesn’t even bother reserving a love potion for a last resort. he might be a patient man with most things, but he sometimes likes to indulge in his sadistic desires. and there’s no other person than you who seems to rile up those desires more than ever. to have you shivering and weak on his table, moaning weakly as you beg with a bright flush on your cheeks… albedo could not have made the potion any faster.

he’s always been… scientific? when it came to matters of the heart. he’s not the type to chalk the unexplainable thumping of his chest to a mere clash of chemical reactions in his brain. rather, he looks for the fastest and most efficient way to get him results. he could try and be content watching you from afar, dressed in your cute waitress getup as you tended to customers, but archons knew how much he was itching to have his hands on you.

every time you smiled at him from across the street, bounding from good hunter to the little alchemy stall with food that albedo had ordered with ill intentions… it festered something dark within him. albedo’s no idiot, he’s fully aware of what dangerous ideas his mind has been cooking up this entire time. you chat with him with wide and trusting eyes, unaware of how his gaze lingers on your lips and how he purposely brushes your hair back to let his touch linger. 

it drives him insane how naive you are, but it is an alchemist’s duty to break down things and build them up again to truly understand the way they are. and albedo is nothing but curious about you.

albedo is delighted at how much the potion seems to have an effect on you. you could barely think, head empty except for the constant need of albedo’s touch, and you beg for it so~o prettily too. he tucks a messy strand behind your ear, just as he always did, but instead of warm smiles and thank yous he’s met with whines and hazy eyes. “‘bedo, ‘bedo, pleeasseee~” you sob into his palm, hugging his arm in an attempt to keep more of his warmth to yourself. “wh- what’s going onnn? i’m sca-ared…” he shushes you, soft caresses tickling your neck as he presses a kiss on your temple. it’s exhilarating how much you shuddered from a mere peck and wondered that should he have made the effects stronger, it certainly would have sent you right over the edge. “sh sh shhh, it’s okay, darling. you’re fine. your body’s just reacting… accepting… let me indulge in this moment for a little bit longer, ‘kay? then i’ll relieve you of your pain.” you don’t process any of his words, just looking up at him with fearful yet trusting eyes. he chuckles when he sees this stupidly cute expression on you and helps himself to nip on your earlobe. “ngh, nha ♡ n- no! not the ear…! ‘bedo, ‘s too sensitive!” your toes curl at the onslaught of pleasure, and you can’t help but kick your legs as you’re overwhelmed. “y- you can’t…!” “oh dear,” he chuckles, pulling away from your lobe and watching as you lay on his lap, panting and twitching at the sensation of it all. “it’s just the ear, darling. surely, you can’t be that sensitive yet?” he eyes the cup of tea that he had brewed, suspiciously tinged with pink. “you haven’t finished your cup yet, you know.” “c… cup?” you slur, tongue feeling leaden. through half-lidded eyes, you can barely make out the sly smile on albedo’s lips. “wh… whaddya mean…?” huffing a fond laugh, albedo shakes his head and reaches out for the teacup, before tilting it into his mouth. his lips descend on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to be permitted entry. you part them, and the distinct taste of tea enters your mouth as he kisses you even deeper. “that’s what i mean,” he smiles, pulling away with naught but a string of saliva attached. now his cheeks glow pink, as he watches you with lustful eyes as pleasure and unbearable heat shake your body once again. “it’s time to fall even deeper, my love.”

[yandere-sins]

Stuck in the Nightmare

I really had to think about this prompt because what nightmare could be made worse by a small change? And then I remembered my Obey Me! Phase and how unsettling Barbatos always was to me. And I realized what I had to do.

Fandom: Obey Me! Pairings: Yandere!Barbatos x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Minor Sexual Content (Consensual Groping and Fondling, Mentioning of Sex) Forced Captivity, Abuse of power, Magical Stockholm Syndrom, Mention of breaking a darling, Depiction of feeling sick Prompt: @sintember Horrifying concept, thank you - A small change in the world could be a nightmare.

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"Good morning, Dear."

Your lips curled into a sleepy smile as you felt Barbatos' lips press against your forehead, a kiss so tender it made you long for more. "Morning," you sighed blissfully, prying an eye open to see your boyfriend in all the glory of the morning sunlight shining through the window.

Moving aside, you made room in the bed for him to climb in, and you wasted no time sinking into his open embrace like you did every morning. No words were needed to speak about the happiness and love you felt when you were wrapped in Barbatos's arms, his time so precious, yet he spent every free second of it with you. And you reciprocated his affection as best as you could, squeezing your demon boyfriend until he chuckled about your efforts while you slowly worked your kisses up his throat and to his mouth.

Life's been better since you got to know him. Since you fell in love. Even if you had to spend most of the day apart due to his work, you were never happier waiting for someone to return to you. Barbatos was worth every minute of boredom, every hour of loneliness. He gave back thrice as much as you lost, wondering when he'd be home that night. Thrice as much effort, thrice as much care, and thrice the amount of true, unashamed love and adoration he held for you that you could never expect from a mere human. Although strange, you were thankful for your boyfriend being a demon, never once worried about all the implications it bore.

"What day is it?" you yawned loudly before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. Barbatos brushed his hand over your hair, ever so slightly pressing you against him harder, showing you once again that he wanted you close to him just as much as you, him.

"Sunday, Love. Although it pains me, I'll be busy again today."

His embrace tightened around you a bit further, and it pained you to know how awful he felt about the fact he was too important to get even a single day off. Sometimes you cursed his employer, but Barbatos, gracious as he was, told you how much he cared about the prince you had heard so much about—good and bad. That he was grateful to be the right-hand man of such a great demon. You didn't really get it, but if it made him happy, you wanted to support him, no matter what. Even when it was the last day before you'd have to go back to work, too, and you'd rather spend it with him fully than to miss him like you had all weekend long.

Squeezing him back encouragingly, you nodded into his chest before releasing a long, content breath. "It's fine," you told him, rubbing his back as you felt the tension build in his body from your reply.

"I'm really sorry—”

"It's fine, Barbs. I know this is important to you, and I'm not running away. I'll stay inside today anyway since we're not in the human world, and I have this really good book I want to finish! And we can have dinner together or go star-gazing when you get home!

Immediately upon hearing your reassurance, Barbatos let out a shuddering breath. "I can't hide anything from you. Thank you for being so understanding."

"Of course!" Letting your head fall back, you caught his gaze, so full of tenderness and love, and felt your heart swell with the same wave of emotions. The kiss you shared was worth more than any confession and any thanks—mutual understanding, trust, a silent vow.

His hands brushed down your body, over the curve of your butt, giving it a squeeze that made you giggle against his lips. You gently scolded him for getting frisky with you before he had to leave. Barbatos couldn't help the playfulness in his voice as he promised, "I'll make it up to you and get your favorite food for you before I get to have a taste of my favorite thing in the world."

"Oh, you," you retorted, but the fake annoyance was quickly diminished by another kiss, your bodies heating up wherever they touched, making it harder and harder to get away while stoking the desire inside of you.

"I really got to go," Barbatos huffed against your lips, and you hesitated before pushing on his chest to separate you both.

"Then off with you, stop seducing me in broad daylight!"

He realized you were just joking around with him, yet, with another yearning glance, he briefly pecked your lips before tearing away, leaving an uncomfortable cold where he laid.

"I'll hurry," he assured you, and you smiled, sitting up in the bed. Truthfully, you already missed him, but you knew it was important to him, and so it was important to you.

"I know, don't worry about me."

"Thank you, Love."

With one last kiss to your forehead, Barbatos grabbed his coat on the way out, waving at you with an almost boyish grin. It was a side only you got to see, a side no one would expect from mysterious Barbatos. The real, vulnerable him, he could only show you. It made you feel special. You were special.

"I love you!" you yelled after him, and before he closed the door, he stuck his head through once more, beaming.

"I love you, too."

With that, he was gone, and you were alone in his home. Falling back into the cushions, you pulled the blanket and pillows around you, still faintly smelling Barbatos on them as they enveloped you in warmth.

Who would have thought you could love someone so much, especially someone not human? Sure, it sucked being stuck alone in the Devildom, but it would all be worth it when you got him all to yourself for the whole night again. A tingle went through your body, right to your core, where you still remembered the pleasure he had given you the night before. You could still recall the gentle, loving words he had whispered into your ear while, at the same time, making you see stars by probing and teasing the most sensitive spots on your body.

He wasn't just your boyfriend you doubted you deserved; Barbatos was also a lover beyond any imagination. Thrashing in the sheets, you couldn't believe your luck that someone like Barbatos loved you. That someone so amazing, wonderful, caring, and loving was yours. Because that's what he liked to call himself.

Yours.

All yours, with body and mind, for all eternity, devoted and reverently.

Your eyes filled up as the happiness overwhelmed you, the worries and agony of the past almost forgotten in the warm sunlight of the Devildom. Barbatos told you to stay indoors unless he was with you, and you couldn't wait for the day he'd take you outside and show you his city in all its beauty. Surely, with him by your side, nothing bad would happen to you, and you two would have the most exquisite experiences.

But that was a thing for another weekend.

Today would be a wonderful day of reading and waiting. Waiting for your Barbatos to return.

Slipping out of bed, you reached for the book on your nightstand, only for your fingers to hit the wood instead of the soft cover. "Strange..." you mumbled, vividly remembering putting the book right there on the nightstand. Or did you? Why did you remember reading in it before going to bed when it wasn't there?

Did you read it?

Looking over to the coffee table, you found your book sitting there. You suddenly remembered how you were reading on the couch the night before, then Barbatos coming home and taking you to bed after you had your favorite food.

"And I was reading on the couch because... it was Sunday. Huh?"

Didn't Barbatos say today was Sunday? You usually read your book in bed throughout the week, one chapter before bed being your credo. Taking the book over to the couch was something you only did on Sundays when you had no commitments and could fully concentrate on reading.

But why did you remember putting the book on your nightstand and reading it all day yesterday at the same time? That wasn't possible. Your own memories were betraying you!

"Ow!" a sudden, sharp pain rattled in your brain as you tried to make sense of your thoughts. It made you clutch your head as you collapsed on the bed, pulling in your legs as the pain began to overwhelm you. Something was wrong! You had to call Barbatos; call for help!

But you couldn't move as images flashed before your eyes, images of you laughing with your boyfriend, reading, having your favorite food. Again and again and again. The image of you putting the book on your nightstand was the most off-putting but real one you saw. You had no idea what was going on, but it hurt terribly. You couldn't even open your eyes from the pain, so all you could do was pray.

Barbatos's name was the last thing falling from your lips as you were knocked out by your own thoughts—your own memories. Memories of many days having passed by, all of them the exact same. And they haunted you, even in your dreams, with no chance of waking up without the man who loved you to shake you awake. Telling you everything was okay and it was just a bad dream.

Stuck in your own nightmares, never knowing you had been for a long, long time.

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"The how-many-Sunday is it today?"

"I'm sorry?" Barbatos looked up from the teacup he was pouring, only to find Diavolo watching him from beyond the rim of the report he was holding. The prince's eyes were sharp, almost unamused in how they scrutinized his butler.

"You heard me." Lowering the paper, Diavolo made space for the tea to be served, which Barbatos did without hesitation. "This new exchange student project is based on trust with the other races. How can I explain why I let my butler keep his personal human toy in a constant time loop, locked up forever in my castle, while I preach about harmony and equality? And besides, don't you think they need some time in the real sun for once? I heard it's bad for humans to be cooped up for so long. Longer than possible with their physic, at least."

"Young Master, you are mistaken. The human is my partner, we love each other. Nothing as sinister as you are hinting at is happening."

"Then why repeat the same day over and over? Do you really think I wouldn't know what the constant thrumming of magic in the room I have given you on your request to 'educate the staff' is? I'd wager to say we've known each other long enough to know about each other's dirty secrets, Barbatos."

Standing before him, Barbatos maintained his perfect posture and pristine look, paired with a smile on his face, as he watched his master sip from the tea he had prepared. "Very well, my lord. You are not entirely mistaken, although I must say..."

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Barbatos pretended to think about something before the smile returned to his lips. A smile said more than a thousand words, and although he only wanted you to see his, Barbatos had to keep up the front.

"If we are talking about preferential treatment, shouldn't you be the first one to give up on their highness, the consort that none of your subjects know about? I feel unfairly judged, considering my amusement loves and adores me, while yours plays the part but fears you. Don't you think we'd be better off keeping these two our own responsibility?"

Diavolo's glare was deafening as the room fell into silence. He'd expected the blowback, although his concern for Barbatos's darling was justified after his own experiences. Lowering the teacup, he sighed, giving a short nod of defeat. A wise ruler knew when to back down, and although the circumstances hadn't been ideal, his beloved was the reason he wanted to unite the races in the first place

"Very well, I won't nag you," Diavolo announced. "Just make sure they don't realize the time loop, or else you know the mess it will cause. We've been through this. Sometimes, it's better not to pretend the world is fine. If they truly love you as you say, they'll love you regardless, even when they realize that the love of a demon can be overwhelming."

"61685."

"Hm?"

"That's how many days they've loved me. I loved them. This time, I won't fail my duties, Young Master. At least, not how I have to you."

Barbatos bowed, as Diavolo couldn't help the sad smile flitting over his face, remembering the wonderful days when his darling had still adored him, never knowing they were stuck in a repeat.

"Then, be careful, Barbatos. One small mistake, and they'll realize nothing was ever real. You better not fail... for their sake."

Taking the advice of the experienced prince, Barbatos returned to his righteous posture, smiling as if the conversation had been petty small talk. The life of a demon was long—it was longer when they were alone. But now that he had you, he'd never have to suffer the same loneliness that had driven so many of his kin mad.

"I will, Young Master. Thank you for the advice."

He didn't pity Diavolo, who had long lost his heart to the most pitiful of creatures—a human who realized the true monstrosity beneath the prince's forced gentleness. But Barbatos wouldn't let it come to this a second time. Wouldn't make the same mistake Diavolo had, misplacing one item which managed to break the spell. He had been too careful, too precise this time.

He wouldn't lose you to such a small mistake, and even if he did...

He'd keep you forever, even if that meant breaking your soul into a thousand pieces until only his love could keep you together.

[starletdawn]

palces out of paragraphs

You sit on your bed eyes glued to your notes and your a sheet of paper. You had a 6 page essay coming up and it was worth 70% of your grade. You suddenly hear a knock. you jump from your bed. “Coming!” you say loudly expecting your parents back from their date night. As you open the door weirdly enough no one is there. You hear the knock again you turn around, and see your boyfriend Jason Dean waiting for you like a little puppy outside your bedroom window. For some reason he was obsessed with climbing your window this was honestly normal behavior for him. You quickly open the window and before you can say anything he goes into your room. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft kiss. “What are you doing here baby?” I say as I pull away softly. “Well, I’ve barely seen you today at school. Where have you been my love?” he responds “I’ve been working on my essay I want a really good grade,” I say softly. “Well, now that you’re done with your essay what should we do? I mean I saw your parents leave the house earlier and I was thinking we could…” He smirks now putting his hands on your hips. “There are still some things I still have to review for my test.” You sigh as you bite your lip nervously “And I don't want any distractions.” “C’mon let me stay darling” He pouts leaning in to your cheek giving it a gentle kiss. “Okay, but promise to not distract me.”Promise!” He says you go back to studying. He plays with my hair and fidgets with your cat plushie. “I don’t understand why you try so hard once we get married I’ll spoil you with everything you want.You won’t have to work for a day.” He remarked although you rolled eyes your heart flutter at the thought of you being more than just a highschool fling. “On second thought I would love a smart-ass as my lover” JD teases. After a few minutes you started getting frustrated and tired. Your hands starts hurting and you can barely keep your eyes open the worst part was that you weren’t even close to done. “You should take a break sweetheart” Jason says looking into your tired eyes “No, I can’t” I groan. “You’ll be able to get more done if you’re energized. “C’mon just take a short break and then you can go back to working.” ”Fine” You finally give in. You lay your head on his chest He caress your hair and cheek. “You’re so gorgeous my dear I could stare at you forever and never get tired. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words, his tender touch on my skin, His beautiful eyes all caused my body to relax and before I knew it I was in a deep slumber.

The cold breeze hits your arms goosebumps on your skin. You slowly open your eyes to complete darkness. You look over to your clock it’s 2:00am and Jason is no longer here. “He must’ve left” you thought to yourself. You quickly realized that you forgot to finish your essay you panic searching inside you backpack you find the essay and you suddenly realize It’s all done. All 6 pages filled with information you found a sticky note plastered to it. It read “I used all your notes and resources I tried my best to follow the prompt and use correct grammar I hope you like it my dear. Sincerely, JD” After reading through it. I was honestly surprised I knew Jason was smart (when it benefited him) but oh shit the essay was perfect. Despite his usual bad handwriting he wrote the essay in neat writing and honestly it looked like he put a lot effort into the paper for such short time. You put your essay back into the paper thinking about how lucky you were to have such a precious boyfriend.

This my first writing I’ve published so please be nice but feedback is welcome!!💗💗

[trendywaifus]

trying to convince himeko to stay on the train (failure😞) cw: angst, hurt with comfort, reader has anxiety, gn!reader

“ himeko, “ you gingerly grabbed her forearm and lured her closer to your body. “ maybe you should stay on the train and hold the fort for us while we’re gone this time. i have a pretty bad feeling about penacony. “ you admitted softly, peering at your lover with worried (e/c) eyes. the thought of himeko getting hurt leaves far more than a bitter taste in your mouth.

himeko pauses for a bit before shaking her head, “ i can’t do that, i said i’ll go so i’ll go. and if there’s danger lurking in penacony, what makes you think i’ll stay here and wait while my lover and my precious ones are in possible danger? you think i’m willing to do that? “ she frowns.

you bite your lip, the word no lingers on the tip of your tongue, “ i-i don’t care—“ your chest tightens with anxiety as the frown on himeko’s face deepens, “ n-no, i do care, i do! your feelings matters so much to me, you matter so much which is wh-why. .” your eyes glistens with your tears and it feels like there’s something lodged in your throat, preventing you to speak another word. you’re absolutely about to burst out crying in front of her.

himeko’s golden eyes softens at the distressed expression on your face. she placed a warm, delicate hand on your cheek. “ dear, please don’t stress yourself out like this. i get it, i deeply understand that you hold my safety to a very high regard. it warms my heart. i feel the same way about yours too. but,” she rubs the tears streaming down your cheek, “ possibilities of danger isn’t going to scare me away and i want to be there to have everyone’s back if the situation becomes dire. don’t underestimate your lover, you know! ” himeko gives you a heartwarming smile.

“ wh–which means. .your decision is final. .” you uttered out.

“ yes dear, it is. “

you mustered up a toothy smile, ignoring your heart stopping at her final confirmation. “ w-well, what did i expect? wh-who am i to stop you from going in the first place! you’re the navigator—my partner. .i should. .h-have more f-faith—“ you broke down sobbing and the red–haired woman was quick to guide your head to her chest to comfort you.

although himeko herself doesn’t understand why you’re so afraid of her going to penacony, it really breaks her heart to see you like this. but like she said, she’s going no matter what the future holds for her. himeko combs her fingers through your hair, gently swaying you side to side in her arms while occasionally pressing kisses to your temple as you sobbed.

and if something does happen to her, she’ll leave the rest to you and welt.

[sirenreputation]

Maraya.

Prologue

Prologue summary

“Wukong lost someone so dear to him in the battle of the raging war in the Pearl of the Orient Sea. Many years have passed, but he has found her again… or perhaps she has found him.”

Author’s Note

“Hello, I want to make a fanfiction where our MC is a Filipina”

“The wind in the air feels nice”

Those were her last words, spoken as I held her in my arms, her life bleeding away. Her beautiful hair, once vibrant, was stained crimson. Blood marred her exquisite skin, dimming the light in her once-bright eyes, which now stared dully at me.

“Peaches...?”

My voice cracked. She lay still in my arms, numb, cold—so terribly, unbearably cold. Tears escaped, tracing a path down my cheeks and onto her face. Even in death, she was beautiful.

“WUKONG...!”

“WUKONG!!!”

My eyes flickered open to see MK staring at me, worry etched on his face. He really did care, this kid. It reminded me of her. A smile spread across my face as I approached him, ruffling his hair. "Hey, kid! You're early." MK sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a grin tugging at his lips. "Well… I came because I wanted you to meet my best friend! She's from the Philippines, and… well, she's your biggest fan! …Besides me, of course!"

“You know well enough ki-”

He cut me off abruptly, his hands flailing as he struggled to stammer out his words, his stutter tripping him up.

“I know! I know! It’s just that I wanted you to meet her! But she is special!! Really is!!”

"Special?" I echoed, confusion twisting in my gut. I was about to ask what he meant when my gaze landed on a familiar sight in the background. The same eyes, the same skin, the same smile… My heart plummeted as I saw her, looking around the area. Her eyes darted to me, and just like thousands of years ago, that familiar warmth bloomed on my cheek, my stomach fluttering in response. Oh, how I missed her smile, her eyes, the way she looked at me… Fuck. Was my mind playing tricks on me?

“Monkey king?”

MK’s voice cut me off the trans that I was in moments ago

“Monkey king? Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? If not- “

I cut the boy off with my sound of my chuckle, I look at him smiling and again ruffles his hair

“Pshhh kid! Do you know who your mentor is? I’m the Monkey king I never get sick!”

And that I gently push him to the side and extend my arms to her.

“Hey! I’m Monkey King!”

I want to touch her.. I want to touch her hand, I want to feel her warmth so bad I wanted to know that she is real, I want to know that she is here... Alive.

Oh please buddah...don't let this be a dream.. oh please no...

She look at me adoration filled her eyes as she takes my hand, her warm hands… oh how I miss her… I miss her dearly

“It’s nice to see you Monkey King!! Oh my gosh I’ve been you're biggest fan!!”

She happily shakes my arms as her smile shines so brightly. She gently let’s go of my hand and my heart drop for a second when I don’t feel her warmth, I wanted to grab her arms and hold it longer, but I restrain myself

“I’m (Name), it’s so good to finally see you! I- I mean meet you! Monkey King”

I saw her cheek blush, Oh her voice… I can finally hear it for so many years since I’ve last heard it, she continues to tell me about my stories that she has heard from MK, I can’t help but again but to laugh. I wanted her to stay. To Listen to her tell me stories that she heard about me, but I can't, I have to trained MK

“As much as I want to hear you telling me stories that MK told you but alas, I have to train him, your free to roam around the mountain if you like”

She looked at me blushing realizing that she had taken some time, and she held her hair from her sides and used it to cover her face.

“Oh my! Sorry!! For taking your precious time to hear me telling you stories that you already know of!”

She covered her face, a gesture that felt strangely familiar, a déjà vu moment. It was exactly how she'd reacted in her past life when shy or embarrassed. Even after centuries, she hadn't changed. Following her gaze to the left, I flinched at a soft gasp. She hurried toward a nearby rock, where dozens of baby monkeys stared at her with wide, curious eyes. Her face lit up; a radiant smile bloomed as she interacted with them. The slightly older monkeys recognized her instantly. I heard MK chuckle softly as he watched her playful interaction with the little creatures.

“Wow, never knew she was good with animals”

He giggled, and I couldn't help but giggle along. I tugged MK's shoulder, giving him my most smug smirk. "C'mon, kid," I said, and a determined look, a matching smile, spread across his face as he ran toward the training area. Before catching up, I turned to the older monkeys and whispered…

“ Watch her while I trained MK kay?”

I whispered to them, where they gave me a bright smile and I patted their heads.

“MONKEY KING”

I heard MK yelled which I chuckles, and using my cloud I quickly go to MK sides and I saw him readying himself which I gave him a smirk

“Let’s get this started”

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A loud clash and yelling could be heard a few blocks away, causing me to look toward the sound. There, I saw MK and the Monkey King training. Never in my life had I met the legendary Monkey King! I’ve never felt so honored. I remembered being amazed by Journey to the West as a child. I'm so thankful I met MK; otherwise, I wouldn't have met the Monkey King! I'll be forever grateful to MK.

"Chirp!" I was startled from my thoughts by a small chirp. Looking down, I saw the most adorable, cutest little monkey! I couldn't help but gently pick it up and kiss its forehead. It seemed so friendly, which was odd, as I'd read that monkeys can be aggressive, especially with their young.

"Hey there, little one!" I squeaked, gently putting the baby monkey down as others joined us. This made me giggle.

“OOF”

I let out an "Oof!" as a monkey jumped onto my back and began grooming me. I appreciated this affectionate gesture. I laughed and gently put the monkey down. Then, I heard someone calling my name.

“(Name)!”

I paused, my gaze sweeping across the chattering monkeys. Their ears, surprisingly large and sensitive-looking, twitched, swiveling towards the sound as if on invisible hinges. They'd heard it too. A chill prickled my skin, not just from the slight breeze rustling through the leaves overhead, but a deeper, primal unease. The air itself seemed to thicken, heavy with an unseen presence. I could almost taste the metallic tang of fear on my tongue as I bit my lip, the rough texture of my teeth a stark contrast to the sudden clamminess of my skin. My arm hairs prickled, tiny needles against my flesh, and I rubbed my arms frantically, the rough fabric of my shirt scratching against my already tense skin in a desperate attempt to ground myself. The scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, usually comforting in this jungle setting, now felt suffocating, heavy like a shroud.

“(NAME)”

A jolt, sharp as a thrown dagger, shot through me at the renewed whisper of my name. I scrambled to my feet, a desperate carrying me towards MK and the Monkey King, the tiny monkey a frantic compass leading the way.

“(Name)…”

I heard my name, softer this time, brushed against my ears like a phantom's touch. It snagged my feet, halting my forward momentum. A knot of unease tightened in my chest, a persistent whisper urging me to look behind, to see who called. My brain screamed, a stark, panicked "NO!! DANGER," but the nagging feeling in my chest was relentless. Against my better judgment, I yielded to its insistent pull, twisting around to face…nothing. A hollow emptiness met my gaze. Frustration, raw and sharp, clawed at me. I bit back a curse, spun back around, and resumed my hurried trek toward MK and the Monkey King's training area. It was…odd. Unsettlingly strange.

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Chapter 1

[rosestarlightkatarina]

A letter from Donna Beneviento to the reader who doesn’t feel safe or is being threatened, getting bullied

Dear Y/N,

Gli eterni idioti con infinita stupidità, they just can’t learn to keep their mouth shut. Especially when it comes to my family, doesn’t it? I must apologise for my tone. It’s hard to accept the fact that I can’t sneak in and take you away from these horrible excuses of humans. I wish I had an opportunity to steal my precious doll and bring you home. I would do anything to protect you and yet I’m trapped to use my words as the only power I can choose. It’s like a torture. I can’t lose you in their lies and cruelty. You heart is worth more than their lack of intelligence. Don’t make their blindness become your own. Promise me, my only hope I have left, you’ll make it through the days so I will have a chance to hug you once again. Just like a flower growing through the rock, you’ll show them how strong and powerful my little sprout can be.

Stay safe for me, my reason to wake up each day,

Donna Beneviento. And ANGIE.

P.S. You giant ungrateful piece of weird kind of doll! You told me we were friends and now you are enjoying these playmates all by yourself! Not fair! Sharing is caring! Don’t you care about me? You are out there, leaving your best friend Angie alone! How do you even sleep knowing I’m here, bored and miserable? You better come up with a good excuse for that once you’re here!

* “Gli eterni idioti con infinita stupidità” means “The eternal idiots with infinite stupidity”

[colourstreakgryffin]

I have a request to make if you are willing. platonic yandere centaur Aoi Kanzaki with a child reader who loves horses. please and thank you.

Goddamn. These platonic Yanderes are so hard to write for! But okay, okay. I’ll try again! Thank you for being patient with me and my constant forced rejections

Kanzaki Aoi- Horseyback Rides

Aoi has never really had anybody she could care for or play with throughout her life, as she was a mythological creature, shined out of the human society unjustly. A real life centaur that had the lower region of a dark blue-mixed-dark brown coated horse but the right-up torso of a human. She suspected she’d be alone for the rest of her life but no… she has been giving a liferafter as she was drowning in loneliness and emptiness

You… a adorable child that wound up in the forest she resided in, alongside a bunch of other mythological beans she had befriended. Most mythological creatures would have left you to die in the cold, scary forest as revenge for how humans treated them but not Aoi. Aoi had quickly developed a fondness over you, picking you up as you slept in a weak shiver and begun to trot back to the mansion. She didn’t have much fur to provide warmth for you but she held you closely

The way you woke up and smiled at her made her heart, you seemed to have liked her already but your excitement blew up when she stepped back, revealing her centaur bottom-half. Aoi was shocked at your response to her sudden movement, your eyes sparkle in wonder and your hands reached out for her horse backside and legs. You like horses? Aoi got her needed answer in no time, yes, you do just like horses! You love horses and you immediately leant up to sit on top of her horse back

Aoi knew you had a family somewhere but she truly didn’t care anymore, she finally has a friend who understands her and doesn’t suspect a landslide worth of housecare work from her. She just wanted to sit down with you and play with you forever, she didn’t want to keep working under Shinobu, she just wants to care for her adorable little human. Aoi grew so attached to you that it became a maddening obsession

Aoi needs you. Needs you to function as you take away all the dark thoughts but yet produce even worse darker thoughts; senses of aggression and overprotection. She winds horse legs up as you play with a cute horse plush she sew for you and kicks at absolutely every mythological creature that dare to find you, hid away in her bedroom

Aoi’s big-sister like passion over you overly thanks her past decision of saving you from that day, a single cold night in the forest guarding the Butterfly Mansion, would have killed you without her stepping in and bending over all four of her horse limbs. She will protect you, her precious little baby sister. Aoi does her best to hide her rotting behaviours from you as to not make you scared of her

You absolutely love her, a pretty real life horse lady and she can’t stand the idea of making you hate or fear her. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to her and she won’t let you go back to the humans, you’re with her now. You don’t need the humans anymore, you can stay with the pretty horsey! Doesn’t that just sound so great?

Aoi flashes a wide smile with a sick sense of sisterly love at you as you giggle excitedly and clung your arms over her shoulders. You just loved it when she carried you around, her hooves clicking loudly on the floor and her raven black tail flicking against your back, causing you to giggle even more. Every sense of affection and joy you express to her, Aoi’s obsession over you and having you as her baby sister grows

You’re all hers now, a adorable horse-loving little girl and all it took was for her to show off her centaur lower-half

“Are you enjoying your pony ride, Dokusha? Are you warm. I hope you always want to have pony rides, my dear”

[spidergutz-writes]

Dear genius;; do you perhaps have more headcanons for Otis with Baby's best friend? Just anything!! ;;w;

-meadow! My dear friend hello again :D! I truly hope you enjoy these (givin me my favorite tropes, i see what your doin 😁)

anyways, I hope you enjoy these!! —

So. Much. FLIRTING.

and not just regular flirting, though. Oh No no no.

what? You thought OTIS could flirt normally? No. That man’s shoving a live human heart in your face, while telling you how nice and soft your precious skin looks.

lemmie tell you this, if your baby’s best friend, you’ve either been with her from the beginning, or your just a morbid person and they kept you around for that.

and if you’ve been with her from the beginning? You can at least tolerate morbid stuff.

so there’s a lot of…dark flirting.

example:

“I’d love to cut you up and make a masterpiece outta you, doll”

“I’d let you do it.”

definitely also makes you little gifts. Like, little portraits of you, figures made of bone or cartilage.

puts his hand on your shoulder a lot. Your his, and he needs others to know that. (you just don’t know it yet, and he probably doesn’t either)

otis is also a very blunt person, so he’s more than likely invited you to his bed more than once

”yknow sweetheart, my beds always open for you”

often uses you as his muse, blatantly telling you it’s because your hot/pretty as fuck.

you two probably have rant sessions too.Your mad about something, he’s mad about something, so you both just vent to eachother about it.

you laying on his bed, him pacing around. Your waiting for him to finish so you can console him, then go on with your own rant,

which you know he’d be there to listen to. After you listen to him ofc.

”can’t believe tiny almost let my muse escape! Do you know how long it took for me to get this detrimental wall of art block broken down? Fucking, forever!! If it wasn’t for me being there, just in time, that bitch would’ve ran away!”

so many late nights spent outside when neither of you can sleep, so you just talk.

talking about anything and everything, till eventually one of you falls asleep (typically you)

and by saying that, there’s been a few times where you woken up in Otis’s bed while he’s passed out on the very edge of the bed.

hes a sadistic, psychotic, homicidal maniac, but for some reason, you, baby’s best friend, the one person he’s NOT supposed to be kind, and all that gooey stuff with, makes him want to be nice to you.

doesn’t want to actually carve your face off

he wishes to keep it on your pretty/handsome face :((

lots of meaningless banter —

”your face is dumb”

”yeah? Well you have more wrinkles than my grandmother”

”oh really? Well- your probably not even a natural blond!”

*LE GASP*

HORROR MOVIE MARATHONS. y’all will stay up ALL night watching shitty old horror movies and criticizing it

saying how fake and un real it is

”the gore is so fake, I mean cmon!!”

“…idk, the gore is pretty good, but the acting is shit.”

“You think that’s real gore? Gimme a second sweetheart, LEMMIE go grab my muse. I’ll show you real gore!”

”OTIS NO WHAT ABOUT THE MOVI-“

yeah. You’ll have to clean up all the blood btw.

man is caked in layers of blood, and constantly smells of Pennys and nickels.

ITS SO LATE RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE IVE POURED SO MANY HUMAN EMOTIONS INTO THIS-

[rabbitenn]

Haisai~ If you're up for it, would you mind sharing any headcannons for TRIGGER’s first kiss/date/confession? (Any or all of those!) Thank you in advance. ❤

LOVE WHISPER.

Because firsts were always better with him.

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello, anon, dear ! thank you for your request ! I decided to write a first thing of the ones you mentioned for each boy. I already wrote first kiss with tenn (you’ll find it on my masterlist, under the title ‘I’ll give you sweet memories’) and I have a request for Ryu confessing his feelings hehe so I hope you like the tropes I picked for each of them this time <3

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

First date ₊˚ ⋅

— Your first date with Gaku is guaranteed to be a total success.

— Not only are you very much in love with each other (despite both of you not quite believing it when the other’s feelings were reciprocated), but Gaku is an absolute gentleman (seriously, have you seen him? he’s a walking green flag).

— So you can be sure he spends a lot of time considering your preferences and all the ways in which he can surprise you on your first date as a couple.

— From fancy restaurants, to just driving around and admiring the scenery at night, to staying home; no matter what it is you want to do, your boyfriend will oblige.

— Knowing he enjoys driving and you want this to be a memory that matches his tastes too, you suggest you two go for a drive, and stop around some tranquil street with cute shops.

— “Alright.” He smiles, his features curving up into that cute smile you adored. A delicate kiss to your temple. “Let’s go?” Your boyfriend asks, his hand finding yours, calloused fingers intertwining with yours.

— You nod, dazed expression on your face as you stare at him with hearts in your eyes and heat on your cheeks.

— Your lover chuckles, you were too cute for his heart sometimes.

— Gaku is 100% the type to open his car’s door for you. He treats you like royalty, always. (He offers you his hand too when you have to get out of the car).

— Also, when he’s driving, he does that hot thing of backing up the car as he leans one hand on the passenger’s backrest. You can’t help but stare at the tautness of his arms, too aware of the outline of his muscles, his black t-shirt in perfect contrast with his ivory-like skin. Yeah, you’re grateful for the noise around, with how hard your heart is beating against your ribcage.

— Once you’re already walking around, Gaku adores small displays of affection. He’s always holding your hand, or keeping one of his hands on the small of your back.

— He also makes sure you’re always walking on the inner side of the sidewalk, away from the cars. The gesture alone warms your heart. You hold onto his arm, leaning your head against his side.

— Your affections make him smile, and he holds you a bit tighter.

— He insists on paying for your dinner too, no matter how much you argue that he doesn’t have to.

— And because of that, you now declare you must buy him a gift as thanks for tonight.

— Several shops line the street you’re currently walking around. You tug Gaku along by the hand, stopping by to look at the huge windows displaying the goods.

— Until you arrive at a store selling bath and home decor products.

— They have all kinds of soaps in cute shapes and colors, fairy lights, pretty frames for pictures… Nice, but not what you’re looking for right now…

— Until you finally find it.

— A section featuring multiple bath powders, in different scents, colors, and beautifully packaged. It’s perfect, your boyfriend likes collecting these!

— You end up picking three bath salts in the colors of TRIGGER for him: a white moon, a pink angel and blue waves.

— “They’re you, Tenn and Ryu.” You smile, as Gaku opens the small package, revealing the items.

— “You’re so precious, you know.” He tells you, as he leaves a tender kiss to your hair, bringing you close to his side, giving you a sideways hug.

— Oh, he’s also the type to drape his jacket over your shoulders at the first indication you may be cold. It’s gotten late, and his car is still a few minutes away even if you two walked fast, so, he can’t have you catching a cold after such a lovely night, can he? After all, this is only the first of many dates to come.

♡ KUJO TENN

Love confession ₊˚ ⋅

— Kujo Tenn is not what you’d call shy, per se. Certainly not on stage, where his smile and voice shined the brightest; and definitely not when he dropped those snarky remarks to those around him (most of the time they come out of him caring for those people but, yeah).

— However, when someone he cares about compliments him, or when it comes to you, you often can see his cheeks taking on a rather pink tint.

— To you, he was adorable in moments like these. There is just no way this boy doesn’t make your heart flutter at this point; his cute side and his charming side… it was no understatement that Tenn was the personification of perfection to anyone who set their eyes on him.

— However, you knew him deeper than that.

— You knew how caring he was towards his younger twin brother; how he never failed at offering the best performances, even at the cost of his own health; and how deeply he loved his two groupmates and closest friends.

— However, what you were very clearly failing to see was that your beloved Tenn’s feelings towards you went past platonic by now.

— It was obvious to anyone looking from the outside, though, that Tenn was quite smitten with you. His two friends especially were wishing you and their center got together already.

— “It’s frustrating to watch you two.” Gaku teases Tenn one day, with a knowing grin on the former’s face.

— “You… Shut up.” Tenn grumbles, cheeks abloom in blazing hues. “I’ll tell them, and you know it.”

— “Yeah, Gaku, don’t tease our Tenn so much.” Ryu smiles, affably, putting a hand on Tenn’s shoulder. “He’ll confess his feelings when he thinks it’s the right moment, right, Tenn?”

— Tenn stands up, pouting. “Of course I will,” he adjusts his clothes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be off.”

— “How cute.” The other two say in unison once their younger friend is gone.

— See, it’s not that Tenn is unsure or afraid that you will reject him. It’s just, he wants the moment to be perfect for you.

— And so, he decides to invite you on a date, of sorts… Well not exactly, since you two aren’t a couple just yet…

— But anyway, he asks you to hang out at his house (obviously he makes sure Gaku and Ryu have gone out).

— It’s early evening, that time of day when the whole world seems to dye in seraphic shades of golden; the autumn sunbeams filtering in through the window warm up Tenn’s room.

— It’s comforting to be in here, with him. You can’t help but wonder what would it be like to be held by him, to fall asleep surrounded by his warmth…

— … /n], [Y/n], are you alright?” Tenn is asking you, those eyes colored like dark pink quartz concerned as he searches for your gaze.

— Neither of you two have realized yet how his hand has found yours, the sensation just right, as if it was meant to be.

— “I just… spaced out… sorry…” You utter, eyes locked with his. You know you’re staring, but you can’t look away from him.

— And truth be told, neither can he.

— Tenn’s forehead leans against yours softly, the softness of his starlit bangs brushing against your skin.

— “[Y/n]…”

— “Tenn…”

— “[Y/n], there’s something I want to tell you.” He finally whispers, both of his hands holding yours now.

— You can feel your heartbeat loud in your ears, pumping all the pent up feelings both you and him have been holding back up until now.

— “I like you, my [Y/n].” Tenn says, softly, rosy eyes level with yours. “Would you go out with me?”

— “Really?” You manage, your voice just a thread, quite not believing this is real.

— Your idol chuckles. “This is very much real.” He assures, one of his hands cradling the side of your face.

— Oh, so you said that out loud.

— You smile, sheepishly. “Yes, my Tenn, I’d be very happy to go out with you.” Your hands rest around his shoulders now.

— He leans in. The rest is history.

♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE

First kiss ₊˚ ⋅

— Contrary to the image the entertainment industry has built for him, Tsunashi Ryunosuke is quite shy and timid.

— He has to think about it a lot, before he’s ready and sure that yes, you’re okay with this; he would never do anything that made you uncomfortable, and if he ever accidentally did, he’d have a hard time forgiving himself :((

— No matter how much your lips distract him every time you call his name; or when you try his cooking; or when you two share a drink… wait, does that count as an indirect kiss?

— No, he has to focus. You aren’t even dating yet, are you? It’s true you spend all of your free time together but… well, you’re more than friends, that is for sure…

— What are you two, really, though?

— Ryu is very aware that if you two start ‘properly dating’ it will have to be in secret, he could never put in danger his friends’ careers, or his own for that matter; not to speak of all the media making up farces about it, and putting you in potential danger…

— Such are the thoughts running through his mind as he makes dinner for you two.

— “Ryu,” you call him, standing up from the couch. “There’s something on your mind, isn’t there?”

— He gulps, his grip on the spoon he was using to stir the sauce going stiff. Then he sighs, shoulders slumping slightly.

— “How can you tell?” The idol asks, those sunshine eyes of his staring at the ground in defeat.

— You chuckle. “Hey, don’t be sad now…” You guide his face to look at you. “I just knew… you were more quiet than usual, you seemed tense and were spacing out all the time… Is everything okay?”

— How is he supposed to lie to those eyes? Not when you look at him with such concern held in your gaze, one hand still lingering near his face.

— With another sigh, Ryunosuke resigns himself to just telling it like it is. It’s not like he can do anything else now, right? Besides, it wouldn't be fair to you either.

— “Yes, it has… there has been something on my mind lately, actually…”

— You lean against the kitchen counter, tenderness in your gaze as you tilt your head to one side and ask him:

“Do you need to talk about it?” You ask, delicately putting a hand over his arm, as you look up at him with concern.

— You are really making this difficult, how is he supposed to hold back? He just can’t, not when you are so caring and his heart is practically doing somersaults inside his ribcage.

— You squeeze his arm reassuringly.

“Ryu, it’s okay if it’s difficult to talk about, you don’t need to tell me… but I’ll be here to support you no matter what.”

— “I- it’s- I just…” The idol stammers. You rub his back soothingly. “[Y/n].” He finally manages, turning around to face you. “Can I kiss you?”

— You giggle, offering him a shy sideways smile.

“So that is what you had in mind?” You lean towards him, your faces mere centimeters away. “I thought you’d never ask.” You whisper in the space between, before leaning into him.

— His kiss is the gentleness of the afternoon sun in early autumn, the brightness of a blue sky criss-crossed by the reflection of sunbeams over a tranquil sea, akin to harp cords made to play only the sweetest melody.

— It’s every happy memory you’ve made together contained in a single moment.

— And neither of you wants to pull away.

— But alas, the need for oxygen forces you to separate momentarily.

— Soft laughter fills the space, as your noses brush against each other.

— Both of you crave for more already.

[chanothy]

The Light Shining in the Blue Mirror

Episode eight

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NAC :: Thats’ good,, keep it up.

NAC :: That’s fine.  Continue wiping in the same manner, putting you heart and soul into it all the way down to your fingertips

MILLER :: Sigh…. Why would a noble like me do something like this….

NAC :: Dear Miller, i have no intention of telling you how to live your life

NAC:: It might be a good idea to retreat back into the mansion, away from prying eyes. But…

NAC :: The human world is fragile and changeable… we don’t know when our current lifestyle will crumble from it’s foundations.

NAC :: So, Mr.Miller… I want you to acquire the ”life force” to survive in any situation

MILLER :: Hmm… That’s a common man’s way of thinking. My life would crumble form the ground up?

MILLER :: The house of Grosvennor will prosper forever! As it always has.

NAC :: Yeah… but you already know about the political upheaval in the eastern land, right?

NAC :: The long-ruling house of Sardis was deposed after only a few months.

NAC :: Can we be so sure the same thing won’t happen in the central region?

MILLER :: Mugh…Well, that’s….

NAC :: Hehe.. of course, i think it’s unlikely.

NAC :: That’s because the current house of Grosvennor is ruled by the noble head of the family. Lord Finley

NAC :: Under the rule of Lord Finley, who is kind to the common people. There won't be any chaos like what happened to the Sardis Household.

MILLER :: …………..

NAC :: Ah, Mr.Miller, there's a lot of dust up there.

MILLER :: Hmm…. It’s true, there is a lot

MILLER :: All this… Is what my servants usual do?

MILLER :: It seems like the invisible parts haven’t been cleaned properly

NAC :: Mr.Miller, please don’t blame them like that.

NAC :: Servants are human beings too… There are rarely any visitors, and the mansion is inhabited by a master whose face you don’t even know.

NAC :: They don’t feel like cleaning every nook and cranny that can’t be seen… That is humanity

NAC :: In that respect, i cn confidently say that there is not a singular cut corner of our devil mansion.

MILLER :: What? Is your mansion really that well maintained?

NAC :: Yes. After all, it is where our precious Aruji-sama lives

NAC :: Not just to make Aruji-sama feel comfortable…

NAC :: So that i, myself, may welcome Aruji-sama with pride…. I never skimp on cleaning

NAC :: Doing your best to clean the manor for the people you care about.  The feeling that I am contributing to the people I care about.

NAC :: How do you like it? You can see how something as simple as cleaning can bring you joy in life, right?

MILLER ::....No, i have no idea

NAC :: Hehe… it’s okay. I’m sure one day you’ll understand too.

NAC :: So, next, please take this needle

MILLER :: Needle…? What do we do with this?

NAC :: Look, like this… There’s dust accumulating between the tiles of the floorboard, right?

MILLER :: No… you don't have to go that far…

NAC :: What are you saying! Aruji-sama will be staying in this mansion for a while

NAC :: It;’s my job to always keep it perfectly clean, since it’s where my Aruji-sama sleeps!

MILLER :: This is my mansion though….

Master Miller seemed to want to say something, but…. Nac had begun to concentrate on cleaning, so his words didn’t reach him.

Having said that, it’s too late now to go against Nac…he obediently cleaned the grooves in the floor with a needle.

A few hours later

NAC :: Hehe… thank you for your hard work, Aruji-sama

NAC :: You did a great job, Millers!

MILLER :: Haa…haa… what a terrible experience

LONO :: Oh! It looks like the room is much cleaner now

LUCAS :: Yes yes ♪ As expected of Nac

LATO :: Kufufu… it has become a suitable place fro Aruji-sama to spend time in.

MILLER :: This is my mansion…

[Thank you both]

NAC :: Thank you, Aruji-sama

NAC :: That’s all for today anyways… we’ll continue tomorrow

MILLER :: Eh?! We’re still going to continue?

NAC :: Of course, The House of Mirrors is till very large.

NAC :: Once you finish cleaning up, you heart will be refreshing and you’ll be reborn

MILLER :: …………I’ll die……….

LONO :: Ishishi, please do your best Miller!

MU :: If it’s wiping the floor, i’ll help out!

LUCAS :: Hehe… we’ll be taking full care of Miller for a while

LUCAS :: I hope you will absorb the thoughts of many different people and use them as nourishment for your future.

Miller didn’t say anything, he had a very displeased look on his face.  The butlers ignored his silent protest an decided to stay the night at the Mirror Mansion. 

I fell asleep in the guest room prepared for me.

That Night

Thump….thump….

NAC :: Well… shall we start our patrol now ?

NAC :: This mansion is bigger than the devil mansion, so i need to get around efficiently.

NAC :: For now, i’ll focus on keeping an eye on the area around my Aruji-sama’s room.

NAC :: Also.. there was a large forest surrounding the house of mirrors

NAC :: Let’s be careful to not let any suspicious people approach.

NAC :: ….Someone’s outside the window

NAC :: Is that…Miller?  He’s sneaking our of the mansion and headed towards the outer gate.

NAC :: …oh dear. Looks like he’ splanning to sneak away

NAC :: Can we say that in a state he has escaped from his state of social isolation?

NAC :: But,,, I don’t deny that the idea of running away from a difficult situation, but…

NAC :: To get a comfortable place, sometimes you have to earn it with your own efforts.

NAC :: For now, i’ll chance after him and bring him back

NAC :: …Oh? What’s that..?

Miller Residence Garden

LATO :: Kufufu… where are you going?

MILLER :: Geez! Oh, you…

LATO :: Ah, okay.  So you want to go outlook for parsley in the woods?

LATO :: Actually, i am too…. Also i would also like some flowers to sooth the heart.

LATO :: That’s perfect. Then come with me to the forest

MILLER :: No, no… Well, never mind

LATO :: Don’t be shy. You’ll be safer with me around

LATO :: Even if bandits or wild animals appear… i can protect you.

MILLER :: No, no…! You are more frightening than bandits or wild animals!

MILLER :: Someone…! Help me…!

NAC :: ……….

NAC :: Well then, it was during a patrol

NAC :: There was noting abnormal in the mansion’s garden.

trudge….trudge..

[splendentmoon]

IDo you know that one scene in Rapunzel where Rapunzel promises Gothel to stay with her if she lets Eugen go ? I just had to think about the Jade Prince in this situation (because I live this au 🥹!) and here is the result :

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Macaque and Wukong find themselves surrounded by celestial warriors, dozens of spears pointing at them. The emperor has created a binding seal, trapping the two monkeys in place. Even the great sage is powerless against the might of the man who holds the very fabric of the realm together. Emperor be damned. 

MK struggles against the guards, their iron grip preventing him from escaping and helping the monkey demons – his  parents.

Jade emperor: Now look what you've done, Yu. Oh don't worry dear. We will find a nice mountain for those two insufferable demons to trap them under. Permanently. And as for you? You are going where no one will ever find you, again. 

In a desperate struggle, MK fights even more against the guards hold. His blindfold slips off, unveiling the burned upper half of his face – the unsightly, imperfect side. His shame. The part his grandfather wishes to hide. 

Jade emperor: YU, REALLY! ENOUGH ALREADY! STOP. FIGHTING ME!

MK: NO! I won't stop. 

Looking directly the emperor in the eyes, his golden eyes shine against the red, burned scars surrounding them.

MK: For every minute of the rest of my life I will fight. I will never stop trying to get away from you….But, if you spear them.. I will go with you.

Macaque: No. No, Xiaotian...

MK: I'll never run, I'll hide my imperfections and never try to escape. 

He lifts the blindfold from the ground,  showing his choice to hide the scars and everything they stand for. He turns off his  gold vision. He will never show his monkey features or abilities ever again. Everything that could link him to his loving and kind parents must be erased and hidden. 

He puts the blindfold over his eyes to show his resolve to distance himself from his monkey origin. Giving the emperor what he wants. 

MK: Just let them go. And I will stay in the palace. Forever, just like you want. Everything will be the way it was. I promise. Just like you want. Just let them go. 

Jade emperor:  I know you always keep your promises. Fine, I shall grant you your wish. The monkeys will be taken to earth and all gateways to heaven will remain shut, to forbid them from ever causing havoc in the celestial real ever again. 

Wukong: No, Xiaotian! Don’t do that. We will find another way! We can still save you and take you away from this prison ! Don’t throw away your life. Please! 

Rapunzel: Everything is going to be fine. I promise, you have to trust me.

MK forced a calming smile on his face and looked at the direction his father was speaking from. He was glad to not being able to see in that moment. Hearing the desperation in Monkey Kings voice was already tearing his heart apart. The look on his face would surely break him and he can’t do that. Not now. Not when his grandfather is willing to let them go. It doesn’t matter what Yu wants. It never has. He need to be perfect for everyone. He can’t show any cracks in front of the emperor as long as the two monkeys are still in danger. So he smiles. Standing perfectly straight. Standing still…like a doll. Perfect little Yu, the Jade prince, the delight of heaven, the emperors most precious treasure. Not MK, or Xiaotian or himself. Endure, don’t crack, don’t crack don’t crack don’t crack.

Wukong: No...I can't let you do this.

MK (wispers): But I can't let you die.

Wukong: But if you do this...

He couldn’t bring himself to finish. 

Macaque answered in his place. 

"Then you...will die.“

Tears rolling down his cheeks.

Yu's shock slowly faded as the gravity of the words sank in. They still confused him. He wasn’t going to die. His grandfather loves him. He would never kill him, he would just  forbid him from leaving the palace. Yes he would be cut off from Mei and the friends he found on earth and…never taste piggy’s food again or hear Mr. Tangs funny stories and wrong legends about the celestials. Bai He, Sandy, Red Son, EVERYONE. They would be separated from him. Forever. Suddenly Yu understood. This choice he was about to make would in fact kill him. But not like a death sentence. Even worse, a  life sentence in this prison of the celestial realm. Is this truly living, he wondered, trapped, alone and without the people he loved ? No. No this can’t be living. His father was right. He was choosing death. Yet he didn’t fear it. Knowing that his family and friends are save is enough. He would suffer an eternal life for them. 

MK: Hey. It's gonna be all right.

Wukong:  Xiaotian, wait...

Macaque: Please, my baby, don’t…

MK: I am the Jade Emperor and you will address me as such. Farewell monkeys. Forever

Would you believe me if I told you that while I was reading this, I was listening to the song "Mother Knows Best" in my head?

That result was, it was amazing!!!

I read it at least 15 times!

Bravo! Bravo! That would be a story I would read!

God, you gave me ideas for future chapters! Thank you!

[anomaly-hivemind]

It’s a pillow! || No. 3 Lap Pillow w/ Nami and Ussop

Flufftober Masterlist

Word Count: 573

NOTE!: Not a ship, very much platonic, absolutely no romance what so ever just wholesome friendship!

Post Time-skip! Post Dressrosa!

Credit to @cafekitsune for the lovely dividers!

It was a rare slow day on the thousand sunny, or more rather while they were docked on this island this was the day that Nami and Usopp stayed behind to guard the ship. The ship rocked slowly in a calm relaxing sway from side to side. Everyone had left the ship for a bit to do who knows what as soon as they reached the dock.

Nami came out of the kitchen with today's newspaper tucked under her arm and a tray with iced tea in hand. On the lawn chairs sat Usopp as he tinkered with something .

“It’s so nice and quiet,” Nami sighed as she leaned back in the chair, taking in the warmth of the sun.

“Don’t jinx it,” Usopp grinned while side-eyeing the girl. Nami groaned before crossing over her heart.

“Please don’t let any of those idiots wind up getting us in any trouble,”

“I am sorry dear child, I cannot grant this wish, our crewmates are too chaotic,” Usopp said, extending his arms out like some priest or benevolent deity; Nami smacked him over the head with the newspaper.

“You’re not god.” Nami rolled her eyes.

“Well my bounty poster says otherwise,” He gave her a cheeky smile and a small chuckled. Nami gave him a light shove. He opens his arms wide as if offering a hug, waiting for her to accept.

Nami takes a step closer, falling to his arms and meets his hug. They were both sitting on the stairs of the deck, taking in the faint waves that hit the keel of the ship. Nami and Usopp were still locked in each other's arms not saying much of anything.

“So did you pose for your wanted poster?” Usopp broke their silence, with a snort. Nami side eyed him and rolled her eyes. She didn't answer him right away or at all for that matter.

“So you posed for your wanted poster.“ he started to laugh a bit even if he was trying to hold back a bit. Usopp moved his arms to mimic how Nami’s poster looked.

“I did not pose for the damn Poster!” she flicked Usopp’s nose with a scoff, which only made him laugh a bit harder.

“So they just happen to have gotten you casually standing like that, because if that's the case I have more questions.” Usopp was laying on Nami’s legs with his feet kicked up in the air; arms locked underneath her thighs and his hands together.

“I hate you.” Nami said plainly but it was clear that she was joking.

“You love me.“ Ussop matched her tone.

“I can’t stand you.” She tried not to laugh.

“Good thing you're sitting down then.” He chuckled, patting her leg.

“Why do I put up with you?” Nami laughs a bit.

“My divine aura can have an effect.” Usopp said.

They both break into laughter, smiles on each of their faces.

“Nami-SAANNN!” Sanji’s voice reverberated through the air, followed by the chatter of their other crewmates.

“Welp there goes the peace,” Nami sighed

“Quick maybe if we pretend to be asleep they won't bother us,” Usopp suggested, they both quickly relaxed their bodies and closed their eyes.

“NAM- oh she’s napping… DAMMIT USOPP WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SLEEPING ON MY PRECIOUS NAMI’S THIGHS, YOU BASTARD!” Sanji yells, shaking Ussop aggressively.

“So much for that plan I guess,” Name smiled fondly, glad to be with her foolish crew.

[t0kidal]

Scripting, I desperately NEED THIS

Ok ok, so inspired by a discussion in Discord with @maebh-mcinness and in conclusion I need this, we need this, DESPERATELY HAVE YOU HEARD THIS MANS VOICE.

Balam Shichiro has the best voice and I will never not be thankful for the producer’s choice in picking the VAs. It’s deep and soothing and SO

IT WOULD BE PERFECT FOR THE SONG “For the Dancing and the Dreaming” from How to Train your Dragon.

Hence, this little proposal scene and some prequel to it.

https://youtu.be/sLcrxhE_xQw (if the embed doesn’t work)

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Kalego knew that Shichiro had a devi good voice. He also knew that you were extremely lucky for getting to have such a precious relationship with his best friend.

And despite any previous withholdings... he’s grown fond of you... grateful even, because it’s as if you existed just for Shichiro.

When Shichiro came to him asking to teach him the basics of singing and dancing... he couldn’t help the warmth in his chest or the softness on his face.

He knew how much you meant to Shichiro and how much Shichiro meant to you.

And FINALLY finally the two of you would have titles to match that...

Mates... Life Partners...

~~~

Despite how much Opera was tempted to tease. He would not.

Excessively at least.

Opera was called to be Shichiro’s practice partner. Nothing too extreme, just to get him used to freestyling. Any actual dancing would be up to you and Shichiro the day of.

But he wasn’t the only one who came to the call.

~~~

Shichiro knew, throughout wooing you and dating you, that you absolutely loved music. You loved to sing and to do silly little dances, and you liked to try and sing and dance with him.

Course, he was always too shy to do so, so he would just happily watch and support you.

But now...

Now he knew deep down that he needed to do this, he wanted so badly to do this.

Lets hope all those lessons with Kalego and Opera-senpai would pay off.

~~~

A gentle sun, and a gentle breeze accompanied the soft scents of the Netherworld’s finest flora, courtesy of Suzy-senpai obviously.

But as you approached...

Shichiro had asked you to meet him in the school gardens over the weekend. When you got there, you took note of a blooming hedge wall growing around an archway, sectioning off a small portion of the rest of the gardens. 

Already your heart was a flutter at the sight... and you walked through, the hedge much much longer than you expected and as they shed delicate petals... enchanting...

Music starts to play.

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You enter the gardens... alone as the music fades away...

But, you’re soon accompanied by a gentle whistle...

And there! 

Across the way... is Shichiro.

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His his face, shadowed, and his stance, nervous but once the whistler completes their melody...

He sings.

I’ll swim and sail on savage seas~...

With ne’er the fear of drowing~...

And gladly ride the waves of life~...

He kneels before you, wing base exposed...

If you will marry Me~...

No scorching sun, nor freezing cold...

Will stop-

WILL STOP ME ON MY JOUR-... NEY! 

Multiple harsh sushes tells you there were more than just a few misfits in the bushes. A distinct Sabnock “Sorry!” coming from the hedge behind you.

But rolling with the punches, though his ears were much pinker, Shichiro continues....

If you will promise... me your heart...

And love-.... 

He’s too choked up... he can’t-!

But you can.

And Love me for Eternity!~

You stoop down and raise his head, holding his face in the palms of your hand.

My dearest one my darling dear!~

Your mighty words astound me~

But I’ve no need for mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me!~

You yank him to your feet, tears in both of your eyes, spinning like you’re drunk on love, as you wrap yourself in his arms.

But I would bring you rings of Gold!~ 

I’d even sing you poetry!~

And I will keep you from all HARM!~

Joyful laughter rumbles through his chest as he sweeps you off your feet, sitting you on his forearms high above the unworthy ground.

If YOU would stay beside me!~

You hop out of his arms for but a moment, coming to land on your feet in front of him. You place a hand on his chest, reassuring, playful as you continue the song, grabbing his hand at the end.

I have no use for rings of Gold!~

I care not for your poetry~ I..

only want your hand to hold-!~

I’d only want you near me!~

Hooking his arm in yours the two of you dance! Gay with joy and happier than either of you ever been! The elation contagious, drawing your colleagues and dear misfits out of hiding to spin around with you!

To love and kiss to sweetly Hold!~ (hey!)

For the dancing and the dreaming!~ (AhahAH!)

Through all life’s Sorrows and delights!~

I’ll keep your laugh beside me!~

I’ll swim and sail the savage seas with ne’er the fear of drowning!~

And Gladly ride the waves of life!~ 

If you would marry Me!

“-eeeeeeeeeeeeeee, I’m still goiiiiiiiiiiiing. I’m done.”

~~~

Such a fearsome and wonderful thing love is... to have taken you completely and have you willingly give all of you to another and they to you.

The joy... the elation! In the air all around... A happy trumpet playing on with the misfit’s band.... 

Dancing...

Having everyone here!

Was this heaven?

No, this was the netherworld. 

But by his side was where you’d be...

Always.

[starletdawn]

friends with benefits

You and Patrick are friends with benefits but what happens when he starts wanting you as his own.

You and Patrick have been friends for quite a few years now and there’s no doubt you two felt attraction to each other. For a long time you two only categorizes this feeling as just lust. Both of you guys had agreed to hookup without being in a committed relationship. Most recently Patrick started seeing you differently. You were only available to meet up with him on Saturday nights. Patrick being the horny man he is would hooks up with different women throughout the entire week. Yet for the last couple of weeks he has only been seeing you. He feels as if he’s being disloyal to you he has never felt like that for someone before. It was like any Sunday morning waking up on Patrick’s bed. You stare at him as he’s still asleep. His a toned body,the way his messy hair fell on his face, his sharp jawline (A: he mews at least 2 hours per day). You were mesmerized by his beauty you wanted him all to yourself. He slowly starts opening his eyes and turns to you. “Good morning” he says yawning softly staring into your eyes. “Good morning” you say back This was usually your cue that you had to leave already. You slowly get up from bed when his hand wraps around your waist.

“You wouldn’t mind staying longer here?” He suggests “I can’t do anymore rounds, my body is exhausted Patrick” you respond. He was very rough in bed your legs were still sore from last night.

“No, not like that” he chuckles “I simply want your company” “Sure” you say still shocked of Patrick’s new behavior. He pulls you back into his bed softly his hand still on your waist. He slowly moves you closer until you were both cuddling each other.You couldn’t be happier to be in Patrick’s arms. He didn’t really do aftercare so it came to a surprise when he was checking up on you.

“You said your body was exhausted, did I go on for to long last night?” He questions.

“Well yes but honestly It was very pleasurable and I loved every moment of it.”`You chuckle “Great that’s all I want” he says he gently tilts your chin to make you look at him “I don’t ever want to hurt you okay?” You could hear the genuine care in his voice. you couldn’t believe Patrick Bateman out of all people was showing concern for you. He slowly opens his drawer taking out a small white box. “I got you a gift”He grins “Really?” You question thinking you must misheard something. He nods you can’t help but smile. “Close your eyes.” He whispers into your ear with a husky voice his hot breath on your neck. “Also sit up for darling.” You do so you feel his hands on your neck After a few minutes you hear him say “Now open them.” You open your eyes seeing a precious Vivienne Westwood white pearl necklace hanging on your neck. “thank you” you say softly “but I can’t take this” You knew Patrick was insanely wealthy and this was nothing to him but you still felt guilty taking something so luxurious and glamorous. “No,take it I bought with you in mind it” he says “you’re worth every cent in my pocket and so much more. If you ever need help in anything at all financial issues, you need errands done, or just need company count on me okay?” He says his dark brown eyes staring into your eyes he looked at you so tenderly and lovingly. You swore his pupils were turning into hearts you felt something so different so warm,so alive, so loved. He slowly leans in to your lips pressing in a kiss. There was no lust or hunger behind that kiss. It was a rather gentle loving kiss.He slowly pulls away with a smile admiring your beautiful face. He caress your cheek. “Would you like to spend the day with me?” He says softly “we can go get breakfast and go shopping,It honestly doesn’t matter I just to be around you.” “i would love to” you grin he gets up from the bed and slowly picks you up carrying you like a bride. You can’t help but giggle. He softly kisses your forehead “I love you” he whispers “I Love you too dear” you say

Hey guys not to sound like Wikipedia or desperate YouTuber i would really appreciate a follow!! I’m trying to grow my account. Thank you for all the likes!!

[captainkurosolaire]

X

~ Going to spit a bit, get expressive below the cut. Share some explicit and deep stuff of writing pieces (songs/poetry etc) did and just vent to break open that bottle been dwelling personally so I can hopefully find clarity.

~ Another Day ~ Passion’s a fire, if left to burn on its own It’ll extinguish all the happiness you hope to gather Wish it was-like lightning instead, So I could save it within a bottle’ Should I stay or should I go I never really know, My heart’s in a dark place not sure if there is an escape, Find myself asking, why can’t I remain sane? I need to confess Not sure how much longer I can stand on my own Will there be any friends at my wake? Lift our voices to the echo, For they can prevent another grave. “I don’t want another one taken away!” Is all we have to say! Passion’s a fire if left to burn on its own Like a devouring dragon, it’ll feast away Wither and fade, Why can’t it be like lightning’ in a bottle, So we can save it for our rainy day. Never do I know Should I stay or should I go? My heart’s in a dark place not sure if there is an escape, Find myself asking, why can’t I tame this harbor of sorrow? Not sure how much longer I can stand on my own Will there be any friends at my wake? Left to our voices, there’s an echo, I don’t want another one taken away For they can prevent, another grave from being made Even smallest gestures could be a guiding sun-ray To give someone yet another day.

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~ Ride or Die ~ Gotcha' in my dreams Won't you stay awhile, let's see you writhe, Don't say we're ever living lies Yeah, you're my ride or die. (Ride or die) (Ride or die) Take your breath away, simplest in ways My lips drive you wild, Your mind doesn't know until it glides... Yeah, you're my ride or die. (Ride or die) (Ride or die) Take a mirror stare, see that precious dear? I got you shuttering, my hands in your hair Say it's not fair! But It's my preference, tending your care Breathing desperately against my neck, Look at you, I've got you a wreck Knowing it ain't a trick, I control you among these flicks, there's a flip, you say... Listen, you're my ride or die (Ride or die) (Ride or die) Can't take it anymore, it's an overload Settled on your knees, small hands grabbing my thighs wantin' to claim my l-- oooH... Devour me with insatiable hunger, Reverberate words in-between pleasure You're speaking through me, singing (Listen, you're my ride or die) You're speaking through me, singing (Listen, you're my ride or die) There isn't a world, where it won't be you and I. You and I, Ride or Die, We're meant to live this life.

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~ 4EVER ~ From angelic wings to starry seas, you're my eternal valley An only salvation, to stress-free, when I hear you it's instant relief, When I'm with you, baby-girl, I know true peace Hope I make you happy, as you do me Rest assured, one day we'll be permitted our sleep Till' then, let's embrace our loving memories (Longing, yearning, forever never turning.) (Longing, yearning, forever never turning.) Whether it's pirates and mermaids, I look forward ta' yer singing, May ya' b' my siren and cultivate my waters, I wanna seize all you, grant you to places sought farther, Might as well, already call me your father, o' my heavenly daughter ~ Sweetest, Rest assured, one day we'll be permitted our sleep Till' then, let's embrace our loving memories! (Longing, yearning, forever never turning.) (Longing, yearning, forever never turning.) Priestess of dreams, may I set you free with but a kiss, I'll overcome no matter the deemed brutal tests, Ironed Warrior destined to retrieve your crest, Get you heaving hot, with an exhale deep breathe. Find me under your covers, with hand's grasping your breasts, Guide my tongue, so I may bestow you another wave of bliss, Cause y'know best, we're... (Longing, yearning, forever never turning.) From angelic wings to starry seas, you're my eternal valley. (Longing, yearning, forever never turning.)

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~ Come One In Love ~ If thine desires passage over shores of timeless dreams, Where many eyes yonder, upon brilliantly those blue skylines Fantasizing wildest imaginations, freedom all-but-seems Waves rippling across splashing mimicking life's tasty fruit Gentle streams splashing between feet not enough to steal away But yet provoking a calming peace; enjoying flow of no haste Calling audibly, there isn't any need to scurry nor race, Will result soaking within, a great, accompanying sunshine. Although; should thou crave a necessary chase, Cometh tidal edge speaks, rumbling waves prosper rushing to sweep Taketh deepest or furthest perhaps beyond mind's initial drift Does abyssal await; or where heart fluttered in ache? I become infatuated within your humble gaze, May I serve arms of mine, sprout whisk; thy lighter than spring breeze, Allow mine legs preservers, paddling across whilst soundly you sleep, Droplet's identical as rain clashing lips showering thy precious cheek. For my endless I seek... Resides all on the face thee keeps, A dream beautifully timeless Dawns as our story fate.

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~ Memento, Beauty ~ You were sculpted within my dreams, And seized my eyes to be allured countlessly My mind drifts to struggle, of what life ever was like without, Even the simplest light holds valuable against dark. When you believe you're broken and a crumbling star, Less than complete, taken for granted among the starry seas Your star diminishing scattering into dust, particles falling to lands. I who've placed my gaze upon your particular star every night-to-day, Will catch, hunt, all the star-dust that makes you up Reunite them, to bring you a wholeness and return your distinct glow So I may dream soundly until we've sculpted our reality; to be. One & Loved for an Eternity in mind.

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(( That's a wrap. Some of it written for my special somebody, so changed a line here and there. Rest is gonna be just personal rambling below, don't recommend.))

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...Lately I've mentally been struggling, and for the very first time in my life. I am terrified and it's such a dumb, why. I've overcame 8 surgeries, had my entire life-taken over by hospitals, been at the near brink with my light's closing, and against all that I never once blinked, or was afraid, I was stone-cold callous towards it and just the purest of acceptance written on my face. But now, after 5 years in the making, I've got a writing project been building up towards and, I'm so close, so close! Towards making that stuff vibrantly alive, I can't shake the burden, stress, it's placed a world's weight put on my shoulders of unrealistic expectations. I'll go grey.

I am afraid of success, I am terrified of living my potential. And knowing that it wasn't even close to how I imagined and envisioned. For I don't seek other approval, but my own expectations I am tough, unrelentingly, cruel, the meanest critic alive. See, I don't do these things for clout, or take money from hard earning. I'm old-school, I believe in a philosophy that is so ancient, it's written on dust-covered stone. To passionately invoke within mind, go out there and write with sheer, expression, emotion, to make others entertain, feel, to make something of a higher-power. Or at the very much, be something that can be connected with on any-level. I've built myself into a personal hell. If I cannot climb over that summit unscathed, see it through within this lifetime, I will forever regret it. It's not really valid why I feel this way though and that's what makes more puzzling to me why I even feel like this. But perhaps, has something to do with just my nature. I am somebody who thwarts themselves by putting themselves to artificial challenges that no-right mind, would ever even dare. And it's like a tight-rope, if I don't see it through, I might as well be dead. Cause that's the depths of my passion, my raw-intensity. It's like truly, a dragon, that threatens to consume everything, that I keep thinking, I can fully-claim a tame over. And I chew and gurgle down every ill-thought, and hatred-filled mind or voice even those never once spoken. I create, and absorb that into me, then I spit it out into something meaningful, but that stuff is still poisonous. xD I had to digest in the first-place. It's exhausting dealing with my endless scenarios and sheer mad-inducing creativity I want to unleash. How I'd really, relish to forever be in peace; as if drifting amongst the clouds. But then it just feels lazy resting around, and lounging cause I know for certain I'm wasting away my time to really give everything I have of myself, It's an insult to give-up, or act inadequately, to ever dare give myself a sense of normality even though, I sure as shit should know, I'm not super-human, with all the real-scars on me, I should know that.. There's so much creativity, I've yet to unveil, of this actually worth bringing in my belief, to the surface. I never know when my heart will stop beating, so I want to write with it, as long as it'll go as my writing utensil. Because I know memories, can last forever and impact on a greater whole. Anyway much apologies if read up to here. This just a way to try handling my own mind and nonsense rattles, so I may have a reason to drain, empty it from my consciousness. I believe the answer, I seek, is breathe. Just, breathe. Breathe, until I'm free with my wings.