#feel think ponder IDK ANYTHING to be bring him back

[kuchikki]

" this leaves an empty spot in my schedule "

pairing : byakuya kuchiki x afab!reader

tags : mdni , SMUT. , a little fluff if you squint , not proofread

a/n : lowkey i made this half-asleep so i mightve rushed it but i cant tell. BUT MY FIRST FIC PUBLISHED!!! i also dont write smut so this might be bad idk i feel like i rushed it

w/c : 1.4k

you were on your way back to the kuchiki mansion drenched in sweat after spending a few hours sparring with captain hirako, you made your steps quick and silently. as you found yourself in byakuya and your shared room, a servant slid open the door and shared a bit of alarming news

"mrs kuchiki, there will be guests arriving in 30 minutes." when you heard the news your eyes grew wide, you had no idea guests were coming over today. yet you kept your composure. you knew you had to clean up and make it quick.

"alright then, you may leave. thank you." you said to the servant as she closed the door and you quickly grabbed your kimono & undergarments then made your way to the bathhouse.

surprisingly, you made quick timing. took you about 23 minutes to wash off all your sweat and continue your after shower routine of washing your face and moisturizing your body.

you quickly walked over to you and byakuyas shared room yet again to drop off your shihakushō and greet your unexpected guests. but alas, when you open the sliding door you find byakuya taking off his captains hayori and bringing his hair down. you found yourself walking into the room and your mouth opened to ask questions.

"byakuya, why are you taking your coat and hair down? dont we have guests?" he slowly turned to you and answered you.

"they decided to cancel, how inconsiderate. but i musnt complain too much; this leaves an empty spot in my schedule." you found yourself relaxing your muscles and finally having a moment to take a deep breath. byakuya was a busy man, you found yourself falling asleep before and waking up after him every night. you spoke to ask him another question

"so then, what will you do with this "empty spot" in your schedule. im assuming you expected this to take the rest of your afternoon." you pondered. byakuya looked at you lovingly, you hadnt seen him look at you like this in weeks. it made your knees weak. but you didnt have your hopes high for anything to happen.

right as you were about to look away from him he opened his mouth to reply again.

"well, i was thinking my wife might need some "quality time" with me. its been quite a while since we have spent time with each other." his hand found his way to your cheek to cup your face and he pressed a kiss to your lips, you exchanged it back with him. the kisses quickly became heated and passionate, his tongue pressing your lips asking for entrance into your mouth. you obliged and your mouth quickly opened, releasing a moan. you didnt know how long that was being held there or that there was even one there.

you pulled away first in need of air so in that quick moment byakuya reached over and locked the door so nobody could interrupt this moment.

you felt a wetness start to pool up inbetween your thighs and you felt a sudden need to be as close to byakuya as possible. you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your body as close as possible to him. you rapidly felt his growing erection and your face grew red, you both were probably thinking the same thing.

of course byakya couldnt look you, this is his dignity we are talking about here. you guys have done it a few times yet hes still embarrassed. when you grazed over his manhood he couldnt help but hiss a little from the friction. but of course, consent is needed before he must make any big move. he got close to your face and murmured into your ear.

"youre okay with what im about to do darling, right?" he warned. you looked at his face and nodded, but byakuya wasnt satisfied. so he opened his mouth again, a bit more demanding

"i need a verbal answer" you sighed but obliged. "of course." within seconds of the words spewing out your mouth he picked you up by the thighs and brought you to the bed and untied the ribbon to your floral kimono. you proceeded to make haste and take off the kimono, discarding it somewhere in the room.

byakuya looked at the baby blue lacy underwear with a matching bra set and its like his mouth watered. he teased at you, "oh, all this for me?".

you gave him an unamused look then smiled and kissed him again but mid-kiss you unexpectedly you felt pleasure run through your body and moaned as byakuya rubbed circles over your clothed clit.

you pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you two. byakuya pushed your panties over to the side and shoved 2 of his digits in your wet cunt. he quickly pushed them in and out, clearly not having any patience for him to shove his dick in you. you found it amusing to watch the squad 6 captain slowly unravel right in-front of your own two eyes.

he could tell you were close to your release, you started to grip the sheets until your knuckles turned white and you kept squirming. thats when byakuya took his fingers out and you whined. he noticed this and quickly exclaimed "calm down, i never said i was leaving you."

he undid his ribbon on his shihakushō and took off his bottoms & boxers. he was rock hard and he grew impatient. he quickly took off your panties and shoved his rock-hard dick into your tight pussy. he immediately let out a well-needed moan and sat there, letting you adjust. after a few seconds he pulled back and started relentlessly pounding into you.

you didnt know how long you needed this but you felt your release building up yet again. a moan slowly came out your mouth in the sound of byakuyas name. the room became more and more stuffy as the daylight turned into night. you could tell byakuya was getting close by the way his thrusts got faster and he groaned more and more over time.

"i- im gunna- imma cuuuumm" you blurted out. everything was getting hazy and all you could hear was slapping noises of his balls against your ass.

"go ahead girl, you deserve it" he uttered. you came first but not a few seconds after you felt another hot liquid added to the mix in your cunt as byakuya threw his head back. he sat in that position for what felt like forever until he fell over beside you in bed.

after a few minutes of laying there until you both caught your breath and cooled down, byakuya got up and put his shihakushō back on and left your room. you were too tired to protest about it and wanted to just sleep.

you found yourself just about to doze off until your door opened again. it was byakuya, he came back with a wet rag and some water. he went over and cleaned you up. he then began to state how you should drink some water, which you did since you didnt want him scolding you for your bad health practices. a little bit after you murmured to him.

"are you coming back to bed?" he looked at you and replied, "only if you want me to." you immediately said please do, which led him to put on a take off his shihakushō and put on a plain shirt.

he came back into bed with you and you sprawled up close next to him. he rubbed your back and you profess something right as your about to fall asleep.

"could we spend more time together, byakuya?"

"ill try and find time in my schedule just for you."

@kuchikki 2024. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[hehebread]

i’m actually rlly disappointed with this epilogue

[bandgie]

Heyo~ not sure if you remember me, i did request before BUT i have a new idea 😈. SKZ react to you calling them by another boys name

a/n: hi yes I do!! I've been pondering on this one a lot and I decided to have both sfw/nsfw depending on the member :)

warnings! MDNI 18+, fem! reader, PIV, degrading (reader called slut), minuscule jealousy, mxm themes implied, daddy kink appearance, sense deprivation play, impact play, hate/jealousy sex?? (idk), face spitting

BANGCHAN!SFW - It's the little things in the relationship that makes you fall in love with Chan all over again. Just like this, lazingly laying on the sofa in his house watching a movie. When a particular scene comes and goes, you sit up and frantically look for the remote. "Did you see that?!" You ask, voice giddy with excitement. "Berry, help me look for the-Berry? What the fuck? I mean Channie, help me look for the-" but Chan is already laughing before you can finish. He's got his face scrunched up with his eyes nearly closed, upper teeth wide and white as he laughs. You chuckle with him, but you're more embarrassed than anything. Red with a twinge of humiliation as Chan wraps his arms around your torso and brings you close to him.

"Berry?! I can't tell if I should be mad or laugh." "Well, you're already laughing."

LEEKNOW!NSFW - It's because they act similar, you reason. Even as Minho buries his cock to the hilt, even as his bruising grip is absolutely going to leave marks, you can't help but subconsciously compare the rough behavior to Seungmin's cruel words. One of Minho's hands goes lower to rub at your swollen clit, further making you arch your back and shake. "Seung-Minho wait! Wait that's too much!" You didn't even notice your slip-up until you feel his hips still, until Minho stops moving long enough for you to open your eyes and look into his hazily. "Who?" He has an eyebrow up as he looks down at your wrecked state. "Whose name did you say?" It takes you a moment to collect your thoughts. You open your mouth to say 'minho', but you quickly remember the name you half-said. "I...I said Minho," you avert your gaze for a split second. Minho scoffs at your poor attempt to lie, narrowing his eyes before he smiles wickedly. "One inside you isn't enough huh? You want me to bring Seungmin in here? Make you moan his name with my cock in you?" You shake your head with tears building in your eyes, but your walls clamp down on his length at the idea.

"Fucking disgusting. Not even my slut, just a slut. No wonder you let me use you like this."

CHANGBIN!SFW - You decide to help Changbin with the dishes, being that he always does them when he's at his dorm. You're looking under the sink for the rubber gloves, eyes quickly scanning the dark cupboard before you give up. "Hey Channie-shit-Binnie, where are the gloves?" You straighten out your back and look to your boyfriend who only stares at you with wide eyes. "Channie? Channie hyung?" He questions in shock. You give him a weird look, eyes narrowing as you reply, "I meant Binnie. Your names' kinda sounds the same, ya know?" Changbin doesn't accept your excuse, his lips turning into a pout and his eyes gleaming in something mixed with jealously and feigned hurt. He crosses his arms against his chest and huffs, "Go ask Channie where they are." You sigh and walk over to your sulking lover, wrapping your arms around his neck even though Changbin turns to the side to avoid your gaze dramatically. "Don't be like thaaat," you whine, trying to tug him closer. You lean forward at press chaste kisses against his pouting lips. He doesn't budge until you move your lips to his cheek, his ear, then to the sensitive spot on his neck. Changbin giggles at the tingling sensation and finally caves, moving his arm to instead gently hold your face in his hand and bring you in for a proper kiss. He molds his lips against your soft ones slowly, letting you softly hum into the kiss before he pulls away.

"Fine. I left them in the bathroom. But I think I'll need more kisses to forgive you first."

BLONDE!HYUNJIN!SFW - Even though Hyunjin is a great deal taller than Felix, you can't help but say the wrong name when their hair is dyed the same color. Even in this instance where you're standing behind Hyunjin, quietly watching him paint his art to life. The colors swirl and mix in a way that brings the mediums together, and you can't help but compliment him. "That looks really good, Felix." His brush stops moving and Hyunjin chuckles before he turns to you, who's looking clueless as to what was so funny. Hyunjin giggles even more at your confused expression before he finally decides to give you a clue, "Felix?" Your eyes wide, "Oh! Sorry, I meant Hyunjin." He smiles when he sees your pretty face turning a blossoming pink. Maybe he'll use that color next.

"That's okay, my love. I knew what you meant. Come, sit here."

HAN!NSFW - It's not really a surprise when you let Minho's name slip from your lips instead of Han's. You're so used to them playing with you together, one in your mouth while the either is snug in your cunt. Han has you on the dinner table, legs wrapped around his small torso to bring him closer. You're panting in his ear, lips ghosting over the shell of it as you moan, "Min. So good Min." Han loves the way you whimper his name, his friend's name. It makes his hips stutter from your soft voice, groaning as he tries to not finish. "Min, huh? You miss our daddy?" You whine again, mostly from the lack of friction in your pussy. Still, you can't deny that you're quite accustomed to Minho's presence in situations even like this, "Mhm, I love my daddies."

"If you let me cum in your pussy like a good girl, I'll let Minho know how much his kitten needs him."

BLONDE!FELIX!SFW - You love holding Felix from behind, resting your cheek on his back while he cracks eggs and puts the yolk in the bowl of powder mix. He hasn't even put it in the oven yet, but you can smell the sweet batter in the air. You lift your head and peek around his shoulder to see how the process is going, "So far so good, Hyun." Oops! Before you have the chance to fix your mistake, Felix turns his head to you. His mouth is slightly agape with wide eyes, "Hyunjin? You tryna tell me something?" You can see his tongue poke from his cheek, a sign that he's either irritated or in a teasing mood. Judging from the smile in his eyes, you suppose it's the latter. You raise your hand to slap him on the shoulder lightly, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend, "Shut up! You two just have the same hair color." But Felix only smiles wider at your flushed reaction. "Mhm suuure. You're just saying that to make me feel better." You groan and tighten your arms around his slender body, "Nooo. You're my only one baby." Despite Felix being the one teasing you, his cheeks grow a shade of pink from the confession. It doesn't stop him from being cheeky though.

"Prove it."

SEUNGMIN!NFSW - Since the beginning of your relationship, you've always confused Seungmin with Jeongin. Through the time you've known them, it's become easier to tell them apart. It's rare that you say the wrong name, but it does happen on the rare occasion. It's terrible luck that it happens to be when Seungmin has you blind folded, depriving your sense of vision. The new play fills you with excitement, but also uncertainty. You feel the small paddle caress your thigh, sending goosebumps on your skin so violently it makes you shake. Then Seunmgin pulls the paddle off your thigh to smack the material against your ass. You whimper, lurching forward to bury your face in the pillow under you. The smacks used to sting at first, making you cry in a way that had Seungmin chuckling and mocking coo's. Now they bring pleasure, those sharp stings turning dull and making your cunt twitch as if it also wants to be hit. "Innie please," you slur, not even noticing how you've confused to two once again. "Gonna cum, wanna cum on your cock." Seungmin's taken back, almost doubting his own hearing, but you restlessly move your ass in the air side to side and whimper again, "Want Innie's cock." Maybe Seungmin should feel angry at you, but he only smiles at your dumb state. "Innie, huh?" He tuts, shaking his head.

"Poor baby, you won't be able to cum on Innie's cock. Not even mine."

JEONGIN!NSFW - He's been working out. Broader chest, thicker arms, larger legs. Jeongin hardly uses his muscles for show, they have great uses other than looking good. It's how he's able to hold you up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist while he holds you from under your thighs. Gravity helps pull you down onto his cock, stretching you out deliciously as you dig your nails into his shoulder. His forehead rests on yours, a breath away from each other's lips in a way that makes you yearn for a kiss despite his tip already kissing your cervix. "K-kiss," you stutter. "Kiss me Binnie." The soft look in Jeongin's eyes change, turning into something dark. It takes you a moment to recall what you said, and when you do, you're nothing short of horrified. "Innie! Innie, baby, I'm so sorry! You're names' rhyme and you're always with him in the gym now-" Jeongin doesn't let you finish. You think you've fucked up big time before he snaps his hips up. You squeal at the sudden thrust, unable to fully recover before he's roughly pounding into you. Your fingers scramble for purchase on his neck, tugging on his hair and whining at the rough treatment. "Innie! Innie too much I-" Jeongin spits in your blabbering mouth, a sneer on his face, "Oh, so it's Innie now, huh? What happened to Binnie?" He spits on your face again when you try to answer.

"Binnie can't fuck you like this, can he? Binnie can't treat you like the dirty girl you are like me. You're taking my cock, and you're going to scream about how much you love my cock so Binnie can hear, okay?"

a/n: omg this was actually a little bit of a challenge! mostly cuz I think this trope can kind of get repetitive, hence why some members were sfw and others were not. hopefully i succeeded in giving each member their own little unique scene! feedback is appreciated~

[heart4gyu]

just for show || ‪mc!heeseung x mc!reader

note: this is a little angsty ?? idk i’ve been thinking about this for a while and thought i’d just finally do something with it… lmk if i should continue this blah anyways ENJOY ^_^ (not proofread, maybe a little rushed)

PT.2 HERE!!

you were nervous, of course, when you were asked to host with heeseung as your partner. i mean, who wouldn��t be? but you also couldn’t reject the opportunity that you had been waiting for for so long.

when you first met him, you just tried your best to keep your distance and still be polite. after all, you didn’t want to upset his fans or even send the wrong message about yourself.

though, you were really good at being an mc, a natural talent if you say so yourself. the jokes always hit, the dialogue was smooth, and people said that both of your visuals just fit each other perfectly.

the more time passed with you two as partners, the more comfortable you became. you were a great duo from the start but the addition of soft smiles and eye contact really added to the effect. not to mention the media reaction was great, the fans loved seeing you together.

“their chemistry is unmatched”

“don’t they look like the perfect pair”

“i need to see them do a dance challenge”

“their vocals are meant to be together”

the compliments from fans went on and on. even managers and producers would point out how great the two of you worked together. you loved all the praise and you could tell heeseung did too.

it wasn’t until he started being extra kind towards you that you started to get all the more excited for filming. he would hold the door open for you, bring you your favorite drink to set, even holding his hand out for you while you came down the stairs.

he was a gentleman. he made your heart… skip a beat… except your heart was not supposed to skip a beat for your coworker. not in this industry. but you couldn’t help it. you couldn’t help but think that if he was doing all this then maybe he felt the same.

you couldn’t ask though. the thought alone was risky enough. you pondered on these thoughts for a while, and felt yourself grow more attached to him as the days went on.

the two of you began to talk more. during hair and makeup, when you were choosing matching stage outfits, even on break, the two of you sat and talked about anything. you didn’t mind getting closer to him even if he wasn’t feeling the same tightness in his chest for you.

then one day, you both sat in your makeup chairs scrolling on your phones. “look at this,” he said, leaning over to show you something on his phone.

the video was taken by a fan. it was heeseung helping you adjust your mic pack. you remembered that day. there was technical issues and everyone had to switch out their mics and since you had already gone back on stage you were trying to fix it yourself when he helped you.

you caught a glimpse of the caption before he was returning back to his chair. ‘always so caring when it comes to her’ or something along those lines. you didn’t know, you didn’t really care either because why was he showing you that random video?

“they really love those kinds of things,” he added before you even had time to ask.

“w-what do you mean?” you stuttered, your mind suddenly starting to piece everything together.

“i mean the fans, they love our interactions,” he said, as if what he was trying to say was obvious.

“so everything you do is only for the fans to see and for you to look good?” you said, rushed and just above a whisper.

“what? y/n i didn’t mean-,” heeseung started but you were already standing up. you excused yourself to your team and quickly found the closest restroom.

you didn’t want to believe it, couldn’t bear thinking about all the sweet things he did when you thought the cameras were off. you had no reason but your heart felt like it was broken.

heeseung searched for you but by the time you came back your team was rushing to finish getting you ready for stage. you went on like nothing was wrong, performed perfectly for everyone to see.

he was worried about you the whole time. he wanted to talk to you but the second the recording finished you rushed back to your wardrobe room to change. then you and your team were gone without letting him get in another word.

you had to get out of there, because of course he would try to talk his way out of this. and you might have just believed him… you weren’t sure how you’d face him again the next day but you knew that things between you and heeseung were no longer going to be the same.

[jeridandridge]

Hi, can I request a Melissa schemmenti x fem reader angst based on Slow burn by J. Maya idk the phrase "I thought I had to die for you to love me" that stuck with me and thought about some angst with a good cry

I pondered this idea for a while, but I’m pretty happy with what I came up with. I hope you dig it! 🩷

Trust

When you met Melissa you had no intentions of meeting anyone let alone falling for the red head after one meeting. You tried to be closed off, cold almost after your last relationship.

Your last relationship had been terrible, full of fights, long nights of crying, and love bombing. Now, 6 months after meeting Melissa you find yourself shocked whenever she does something nice for you.

“What’s all this for?” You ask looking at the set up in the living room. Blankets on the couch, snacks on the table, and the tv on ready with your favorite comfort movie. “What did you do?” You asks her in a quiet voice.

Melissa looks at you unfazed as she gets the couch all set, “You said you had a rough day, I figured we could have a nice night, hon.” She smiles sitting down and patting the couch.

This was new for you. Sitting down Melissa cuddles into you and it takes you over half of the movie to relax.

The next time you think something’s wrong is when Melissa sends you flowers at work. When your co worker hands the sunflowers to you, you pull out your phone calling the red head.

“Hi, tesoro.” The red head says through the speaker, you can tell she’s in a good mood.

“I got the flowers.” You say in a shaky voice. “What did you do?”

“Nothin, hon. I was thinking of you this morning is all.” She explains. You bite your lip trying to keep it together, feeling stupid once again.

A couple weeks later you can’t take it anymore. You stand at Melissa’s front door late one night knocking. When it opens, Melissa’s smile falls when she hears you.

“We need to talk.” You let out pitifully from the front porch.

“What’s goin on, Tesoro?”

You come in and don’t follow her, staying by the door. You know she’s going to be angry.

“I think we need to breakup.”

Melissa stops mid stride looking at you with hurt eyes. “What? I thought we were all in?”

You can’t look at her. If you do you’ll break and you can’t cry. Not in front of her.

“People say ‘it’s not you it’s me’ but really, it is me, Mel. I can’t do this to you anymore.” You let out keeping your eyes to the floor.

Melissa looks at you and pieces everything together in that moment. “No.” She says simply.

That’s when you look up at her with confused watery eyes. “What?”

Melissa meets your eyes crossing her arms. “No. I’m not letting the last jackass that hurt you ruin this for either of us.”

You look at the woman completely stunned. She was willing to fight for you, something no one had done before. That’s when the floodgates open. You let out a breath and want to curl into a ball alone. Before you can say anything, Melissa’s arms are wrapped around you and you’re in the warmest, safest hug you’ve ever received.

“I’m sorry.” You sob, your arms are wrapped around her neck and your face is buried in her hair.

“I know your ex was a pezzo di merda, but I’m not him.” She says softly, her hands rubbing your back. “I’m never, ever gonna do anything on purpose to hurt you. I want you to feel safe with me.”

You can’t help but sob more as you hold onto her for dear life, her words hitting you right in the chest. After a few minutes you take a breath when the tears slow. “I’m sorry, Mel.” You let out. “I shouldn’t have freaked out the way that I did.”

Melissa pulls back, bringing her hands to your cheeks to wipe the tear stains off your skin.

“Whatever’s goin on behind those pretty eyes of yours, all you have to do is tell me about it.”

[onskepa]

Hello! I saw ur post about requesting a part 2 for one shot so that's why I'm here. This is not a need, it's a MUST!! Can we get a part 2 for Tsyeytsyip?? The little girl who's smaller than Neteyam's hand. Maybe one day where he has to carry her in his pocket or something else, the choice is yours

Of course! I hope this is everyones liking! This might be a short one, idk. I type as I go. Enjoy!

Tsyeytsyip

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Tsyeytsyip: Little pouch

“In the pouch? Again?” Tey ask, groaning a bit in displeasure. Standing on the right shoulder of neteyam as he opens his pouch made just for her. It was big enough to move around, she can put her things inside and still have space. 

“I am going hunting, you know you have to be in the pouch if you want to join me” Neteyam patiently replies. Tey groan a bit but gives in. Twirling a bit she jumps down to the pouch. Landing safely, she makes herself comfortable. 

“See? Not so bad, I added fresh soft cloth. Even placed some of your favorite berries too” Neteyam adds. Tey gasp happily seeing her precious berries. Chomping on them happily, she gives neteyam a tiny thumbs up. Good, little bite is satisfied. 

And feeling satisfied himself, he goes to begin his hunt for tonight. 

The pouch is something neteyam had since he was a child. A small bag to hold his little things, to hold his small medicines in case he got hurt, seeds, beads, or a rock he thought was pretty. It was useful for a time. 

It is made out of the skin of a thanator, strong and sturdy. Despite so many years passing by, the pouch is still in good condition. But now the only use he has for it is to carry his little friend around. Not always does tey get in. Usually she just sits on his hand, shoulders, or his hair. But like now, when he hunts. The pouch is very much needed. 

To keep her safe, away from any harm should neteyam have to run or fight an animal. And of course, make sure she is with him at all times. Having her in one place and that she is secured brings calm to neteyam. 

“What are you going to hunt today?” Tey asks as she peaks her little head out from the pouch, still eating her berry. Getting comfy on her spot, enjoy the view that neteyam sees. 

“Anything I can find, but hopefully some sturmbeest or hexepede. Not just for the meat, but for many things they can provide for us” He answers easily. Of course he was whispering now, but his voice was loud enough for tey to hear. Humming at his answer, she ponders. Tey can save the conversation for later. She will let her big mighty warrior do his work. 

Going back inside the pouch, she snuggles into the smooth cloth. Finishing her berry she lays and starts to mess around with the threats to make something. Not really having an idea in mind, rather letting her hands do the thinking and craft whatever it can make. 

Perhaps the pouch has its benefits. Gives her space but at the same time being with neteyam. Waterproof so it can also work like a little boat sailing in the river. 

But would tey admit to it? Absolutely not. The little pouch is merely a convenience for her. That is all.

Aaaaaaand that is it for this one! It was a short but sweet chapter! Hope you all liked it! Until next time! See ya!

[sveetbabied0ll]

don’t demand your boyfriend compliment you when you don’t even bother to compliment him back, or only compliment him whenever he does something that’s in your favor. stop withholding praise and affection from your boyfriend.

don’t demand reassurance from your boyfriend when you never stop to think about what/how your boyfriend must be feeling or stop to ponder your boyfriend’s perspective. don’t be one of those girls who don’t care to make sure their boyfriend isn’t secretly living with feelings of doubt, guilt, anxiety or anything else that could cause stress.

don’t demand your boyfriend “treat you like a queen” when you feel it’s okay to throw hissy fits, raise your voice, raise your hand, curse at them or talk about your boyfriend’s feelings/endeavors/traits in front of others or use public settings as a way to bring up issues in your relationship. if you have a problem, discuss it with him in private. like adults. by doing otherwise, you’re inadvertently (or intentionally, idk) manipulating him and it’s just a blatant sign of disrespect.

don’t be one of those girls who think that because they’re the female in the relationship it automatically equates to them being the only one with emotions, feelings, doubts, insecurities, trauma, and personal life issues outside their relationship with them.

[hyuckswoman]

being completely honest i feel like im needing a romeo!hyuck/jaehyun nd juliet reader like ive never really seen any1 do that on here feel free 2 ditch this ask if u dont wanna do it or anything but im maybe litwrally ON MY KNEES

romeo!jaehyun x juliet!reader- imagine

genre: angst? idk the plot of romeo and juliet basically

w.c 1k

« you do not understand jaehyun, this goes far beyond you and I » you said staring into your lover's eyes that shined bright underneath the moonlight 

« I understand my love, but I simply cannot go on any longer pretending that my heart doesn’t dance whenever I find myself near you » your lover jaehyun answers

« I love you, I do but what must we do? we are forced to be sworn enemies, we cannot be foolish and simply try to convince our families that do not care. if they would ever dear find out what we have been doing, what we have been sharing jaehyun, we shall be exiled or even worse » you said in an attempt to reason jaehyun 

« is it foolish of me to believe that our families will see eye to eye once met with the love that we share? You do not know or understand how much it pains me so, how we’re forced to act as if we are sworn enemies when I couldn’t be more in love with you » he says 

« I understand. I understand because I feel the same. Do you think it’s easy for me to hear my family disregard you and speak of your name in such a low way? I have tried, I have tried to make them see reason and I have failed. No matter how much I try to make them care more about my feelings instead of some quarry that dates so far back no one can remember they will not hear me » you start

« I’m scared. I apprehend the day in which my love for you will be revealed for I will bring great dishonor to my family. My heart is torn, I love you in ways I cannot put in words as not one can begin to describe how beautiful you are to me, but I have been taught to be a great daughter, to respect my duties, to honor my family. It pains me to admit that I can’t be the y/n my family wants me to be because my heart beats for you » you say, 

This was one of your rituals, sneaking off into the gardens to meet your forbidden lover away from prying eyes. Jaehyun is the love of your life, the reason your heart beats. Each time you look at him you feel as though no one else exists. You’ve never been scared for one second when he is by your side, he makes you feel the safest. But unfortunately things had to be too good to be true as Jaehyun, the man you devoted your heart to, is from a family yours sworn to be enemies with forever

« dearest, let us run away » your lover says holding your hands « Don’t be foolish, you and I know that because of the families we come from and our forbidden love, there isn’t a future where you and I can be together » you reply to him retracting your hand from his. You so badly wanted to run away with him, to abandon your duties as a daughter to be happy with jaehyun but you also knew that it simply could never happen 

« then let us create a future where we are together. y/n I cannot exist without loving you and if we are to be separated I shall not breathe without your presence. I will deny my name, I will deny my father for us to be lovers, that is how much I love you » your lover says

« I could never ask you to do that » you answer, you truly did not want him to be casted away simply because you were in love

« I can do that, for you » he starts « But it will simply never be enough, even if I deny my name your family will never allow me to pursue you and if you then deny yours we will simply be faced with doom. » he finishes. Before you could respond to him you hear the faint voice of your mother calling your name, you then quickly hurry to reach your chamber before she sees you with jaehyun. 

After making sure you were safe and deciding to meet in the church later on, Jaehyun patiently waited for your presence on the altar. Deciding it best to commit what he pondered about for so long without you here, he drank his drink, took out a paper and his quill and wrote to you. 

« y/n, I held great meaning to my words when I told you I cannot breathe without you. I have decided to end my days. But fear not, as I die finding solace in knowing that you loved me so. I beg of you to go on without me, to find someone who is worth your greatness. My heart swells knowing I loved you dearly until my very last breath. You are the light of my day, the reason I live, my first thought in the morning and my last before bed, you are the woman they write about in books and our love will forever be marked in both of our hearts. Know that I loved you in a consuming way every single second ever since laying eyes upon you. I am sorry I wasn’t able to live whilst knowing that you and I could never be together. 

I love you always.

yours dearest, 

Jaehyun ». 

When you entered the church, grinning in anticipation to meet with your lover, you did not expect to find his sleeping body on the altar. Seeing the paper so carefully written with your name written beautifully on it, you decided to read the letter. 

And it was through your heartbreaking sobs, your tears and your body crumbled over your lover’s one that you decided to drink his drink and meet him wherever he was hoping that it will not be a place where your love is forbidden. 

Because after all, he also was your reason to exist, and a world without him simply does not exist. 

notes: ARGHHHH I finally did it!!! I'm soso sorry to the anon that asked me this AGES ago I was so nervous about writing in this style as I struggle with regular day-to-day english so to try n write in old posh english was toughhhhh, hope it's still okay tho?

also, thank you for sending the ask, this was not proofread so I apologize for the 1000 mistakes there probably are and I'm hoping you enjoyed the imagine despite everything (even if i lowkey hate the way I wrote and want to redo it but I don't want to make you wait any longer)

[theropoda]

...... i have. PRAWBLEMS. with the ending but honestly i felt very unwell and gross rn so i had difficulty focusing in the first place, maybe if i watch it again when i feel better ill feel different. under read more bc this got long lol

disclaimer before anyone GETS at me: i am not a critic. im literally just some guy watching a tv show, and i am really more confused than anything so if you really enjoyed the finale and feel like it was the perfect way for the show to end im happy for you! i don't have any intent on arguing it Absolutely Wasn't. this isn't a Hatepost. just me airing my thoughts. that are probably really incoherent bc again, i feel unwell ;_; brain is more focused on my stomach than this damn show

i knew how this was gonna end, i did watch the end of this show before, ive always been familiar w house because i watched episodes of it on tv as a kid with my mom and sister and knew major plot points like amber's death and wilson's cancer and house faking his death and everything but. the details were lost on me. now that i know the details something about them just doesn't jive with me and feel right.

probably related to my earlier post about how even in the final season so much of house is the same. he tried to change for the better but he was still back. i mean the entire premise of the show is about "the disabled addict doctor who struggles to be a person" so if any of these magically stopped being there that'd be stupid ESPECIALLY him being a disabled addict which are so central to his character. so im definitely not complaining about that.

initially i thought him faking his death was insanely reckless but what other choice was available. if he went, Hey, im here! im alive he'd absolutely be going to jail. in jail so far away while his best friend, maybe his only friend would be dying alone. of course he did that. his only choice was ttofake his death to be with wilson. throwing away his whole life and legacy and career and reputation to be with him.

hilson endgame real but also, while watching the whole show i kept going from "tumblr didn't lie these guys are gay" to "Tumblr may have oversold it a bit". but that might just be in the nature of its episodic structure. not e everything is abt wilson there's other people in house's lofe but in that final season everything does speed up, suddenly and become about wilson. which brings me to the whole cancer thing. in my memory of the show from watching it as a kid, Wilson's cancer came up as a plot point WAY earlier and there is much more time to discuss it in the show. to ponder and delve into it, what it means for wilson, for house, for the show. but actually watching the show it feels very sudden....! i felt like the entire cancer thing, which plays so damn heavily into the SERIES FINALE, wasn't explored enough...? it felt rushed. but it might feel like it because well there's a difference between watching a show as it comes out on a schedule vs binge watching it on demand.

and another thing that irked me is- but this is more of a "this personally makes me Feel Sad and Weird" as opposed to genuine criticism is how EVERYONE thinks house is dead except Two People. that's crazy. i have a Thing for closure and knowing things, the truth, im a little paranoid about that, but it just feels insane to me that house's own parents, family, former and current colleges, lovers, everyone... they all think he's dead when he's not. i see how that is, in terms of the Narrative, a good thing? house is truly FREE now. and if other people knew they'd probably call the police. but also that's just kinda horrifying.... I don't know. idk. also wtf cuddy wasn't there at the funeral? D: obviously i know how their last meeting went but they were such big part of each other's lives im rlly shocked she wasn't there! or even showed up at ALL in the ending scene where we see where everyone's life has headed, a little scene of her, Rachel, and someone new

and also. ._. how did that fire even start in the first place?..... did i miss something....? uaaaaah. i should watch it again

ugh but despite my peeves. i want to pass this off as Just another show ive watched, time to move on to the next, because a big part of the reason i started house and kept going and even chose to watch it at the times i did was because i have been going through some rough shit mentally for the past. entire year plus. i have relied on it to keep me distracted. i want to just move onto the next distraction but i have become so attached, it's hard to not feel :/ and :( about 1) the fact it's over now 2) it ended in a way that makes me feel funny, and not in a good way. aaaahhhhh.

[nothingtoseehere1-2-3]

the true meaning of strength

A/N: Hi! It's me again back with another pairing....this is an Akaza x F!Y/N pairing, and I hope you enjoy!

warnings: profanity and some violence and slight manga spoilers idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ not to mention character death and also HEAVY ANGSTTTTT ;-; so if you don't like really really sad stuff then ✨goodbye my friend, keep on scrolling✨

Your footsteps echoed throughout the vast forest and leaves crunched beneath your feet, a flickering lantern clenched in your sweaty palm.

Suddenly...

BOOMF.

Your body collided with another, causing you to stumble backward, trip on a twig and fall backward onto your bottom. You look up to see a man, standing at five foot eight towering over your small frame. His hair was a light pinkish-orange color, his entire body covered in strange blue markings. His eyes were irregular, the sclera a light blue that reminded you of the sky. Engraved in his yellow pupils, was the kanji for 'Upper Three'.

Oh, wait.

Shit!

This was a demon....an upper rank demon....Upper Three, at that! You weren't sure what to do...run? Talk to it? Oh, why would you think of having conversation with a killing machine?! You scrambled to your feet, running a few feet back in the direction where you came, only to stop short when your lantern's light flickered out completely. "Dammit!" You swore out loud, then squeaked slightly and turned to face the demon that was still there behind you.

"Why are you outside so late? It's dangerous....especially for a woman."

Um. Weird. He was concerned? Okay....

"Um, I was actually going home......before I bumped into you....." You trailed off, still sort of uncomfortable you were making conversation with a man-eating demon.

"Very well." The demon suddenly walked away, leaving you flabbergasted. You didn't get his name, but that shouldn't matter...you won't see him again...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dammit.

That was your first thought after seeing the demon again, almost six weeks after your first (quite embarrassing) encounter. You didn't even know why you were pissed off, you didn't have anything against him personally! Yet!

He seemed to notice you, and turned around.

"You again..."

You blink, taken aback by the underlying attitude.

"Um yeah it's me again. Anyway I never got your name. Who even are you??"

You might have said too much. Shit.

"I am Akaza, Upper Three of the 12 Kizuki."

"I'm Y/N L/N."

He nods. You decide to ask something you've been pondering for a bit...

"Why didn't you kill me? I'm a human, and you're supposed to kill humans..."

"I don't hurt women."

Oh.

Okay.

Good to know. You manage a small smile, and can't help but giggle at the pink blush that spread across the demon's--Akaza's--cheeks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Time Skip)

As the weeks passed, you and Akaza became closer. Weeks turned into months, and you two became best friends. You were able to bring light back into his life even after the death of his betrothed, Koyuki, when he was human. You two spent every day together, either to run around in the starry meadows, or to look at the moon, or just talk. It wasn't long before Akaza began catching feelings for you, and he wanted to tell you, more than anything, but didn't have the courage to.

On the day he decided to finally tell you, it was a dreary, rainy day with fierce weather. You didn't dare leave your house, for the unforgiving conditions would surely seep through your kimono like it was paper and chill your bones. As Akaza trudged through the rain on the roads and in the woods' clearings, his skin was crawling with a bad premonition, the same sensation he had just moments before finding out Koyuki had died all those centuries ago.

He sped up now, scared for your wellbeing. Even several yards from your home, the rainwater on the ground was mixed with red...mixed with blood.

Bursting into your home, he was met by a gruesome sight of your home destroyed, a demon sitting above your lifeless form, eating away at your flesh as the blood pooled on the ground.

His eyes widened in horror, his breath hitching as he took in the scene before him...

He just lost another loved one. First his father, then Keizo and Koyuki, then you. This wasn't fair, he might have been a demon, but this was too much.

The only thing he thought, as he looked down at your body with tears streaming down his cheeks, his sobs echoing throughout your now-empty house, is that he failed to protect another person he loved. He didn't even get to tell you he did love you! But if he was even a fraction of how strong he always said he was, he knew he'd have to keep moving, not to give up because of your death.

No matter how much it may hurt.

[divine-misfortune]

and phantom would be such a good boy asking aether to breed him so nicely <3 for some reason I also think he'd beg nicely for rain to let him breed him idk

thanks for infecting my brain with this <3<3

Rain had begged him for it that first time, pretty and pitched and needy. But Phantom would grovel for Rain for the chance to do it again, and if Rain's feeling particularly mean that day, that's what it'll take.

So he does.

He drops to his knees and clutches Rain's hand in his own, kissing each fingertip and knuckle between his pleas. Breathy and hesitant, some sort of pride keeping him from the particular brand of desperation Rain wants. The water ghoul rolls his eyes, presses the toe of his boot between his legs and ponders aloud if he really needs it that bad. That little pressure against his dick, straining against his zipper, is beyond frustrating. Phantom only lasts so long. He caves, he crumbles and he frees his cock from his pants. Sat back with his hips arched off the floor, he puts himself blatantly on display. He sits there and drags a slow fist up his length, breath held while he watches a coquettish smile take Rain's pretty face.

Twisting his palm painstakingly over his ruddy head, he searches for mercy in those alluring blue eyes. All he finds is a cold amusement as his stare alone seems to tear him apart at the seams. It makes his cock twitch in his hand, pre already starting to bead along the slit. He makes a show of dragging his hand up and stopping just below the tip, slow and tightly fisted the way Rain would stroke him. He barely bites back a groan when his cock drooled further, dribbling over his knuckles. Rain liked his dick slicked with his own need before he even considered giving him anything else.

He asks again, simple and hopeful.

"Please moondrop?"

Rain makes Phantom strip him, and certainly doesn't help when his shaking fingers struggle with the buttons on his shirt. He laughs at his eagerness. Not even bothering to tuck himself back into his pants, cock bobbing uselessly between his legs. He's making a mess on the floor, and Rain notes to make him clean it up later.

He lays him out on the bed and straddles the fully clothed quintessence ghoul. Drags it out. Traps Phantom's dick between his belly and the heat of his cunt and gives a few slow and tentative rolls of his hips like he's considering it. Phantom bites his lip and stares up at him, almost awe struck. He grabs at the sheets to keep his hands contained to the bed, he wanted to get his hands on those perky little tits but Rain might just leave him like this if he tried.

And when Rain finally felt charitable and sinks him deep into his cunt, Phantom's eyes just about go crossed. It's like he forgets how tight and wet he is every time. Rain takes his wrists, guides his hands to his hips and tells him to work for it if he wants it.

Phantom does, because he does. He wants it so bad. Lets Rain sit on his cock like it's the throne he deserves.

When he swells and there's a slight resistance to pulling out and pushing in, Rain slaps his hands away and leans forward. Just over him. Phantom whines with those tits so close to his face, skin glistening with sweat. He feels like he's going mad, aches to taste it. Rain's hand slips under the pillow for something and then he sits himself in place again.

The pitched buzzing sound makes his ears twitch as Rain turns the vibrator on and brings it to his swollen clit. He gasps and his body clenches so deliciously around him. Phantom goes to take hold of him again, dig his fingers into his little waist and continue his task but Rain bares his teeth when he tries. Phantom shrinks away, fumbling over apologies Rain could care less for.

"I didn't tell you to touch me, did I?" Hes not looking for an answer but Phantom still shakes his head. "No. I didn't." He tosses his head, moves the hair from his eyes to glare down at him. "You're going to lay there, nice and quiet, and be a good toy for me. Just a dildo for me to use.

Phantom's face falls a little and Rain giggles.

"Oh don't look so sad umbra, you've already knotted me, just let my cunt milk your cock while I take care of myself."

"But I wanted-"

"Wanted what?" He interrupts, "toys dont want, last I checked."

"Wanted to make you feel good..."

"Oh aren't you sweet" it comes out more menacing than complimentary, "the thing is baby, nobody makes me feel as good as I do. I'm sure you don't want to leave me dissapointed." Phantom shakes his head again, staring at him with wide wet eyes. "And you want to earn the right to cum in me, don't you?"

"Uh huh..."

"Wanna knock me up? Fill me so much I start to show? Bet it feels so good to think you've staked a claim on my cunt."

"Fuck, so bad."

"If you want to breed me again, you'll learn to listen."

"I'll listen, I'll listen I promise."

"Good boy." Rain coos, eyes creasing with his smile. It almost feels genuine.

He brings the vibrator back to his clit and sighs. His hips twitch forward and Phantom swallows the tightness in his throat. His balls feel torturously heavy. Full. So close to bursting already. Rain would be bored if he came so quick but seven hells, the tip of his cock is nestled so snugly against his cervix. It's like he's damned to fail already.

"Hands on the bed." Rain orders and he complies, "Consider yourself lucky I'm allowing you to watch me touch," his other hand glides over the gentle curve of his body, over his ribs and chest, up to his throat. His fingers curl around his neck so perfectly, fingertips daring to press into his gills. "Watch me worship myself..."

[wallpaper-inside-my-heart]

As a fellow smosh and taylor swift enjoyer, idk if you've had any thoughts on Labyrinth but gosh after the letter, it really hit me as Anthony coded. Especially with "I'll be getting over you my whole life" and "Lost in the labyrinth of my mind" like our boy was thinking and pondering for literal years

Yay! I’m always happy to meet more swifties in the ianthony fandom! 💗

And Labyrinth is a great pick!

I think I can honestly see a lot of the lyrics applying to both of them

Let’s start with the verses:

"It only hurts this much right now"

Was what I was thinkin' the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be gettin' over you my whole life

→ I honestly cannot decide who these lyrics apply more to

→ Like on the one hand i agree that it sounds a lot like Anthony

→ like while he was making the decision to leave; when he asked Ian to come with him and then again after he actually made the cut and left smosh (and Ian) behind him

→ like reassuring himself that it might hurt, but it’s the right thing to do for himself even if he still mourns the loss of their friendship

→ but I also feel like it relates a lot to Ian post their split, especially once he realised that Anthony really didn’t want anything to do with him anymore

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

→ Yeah, this verse is so Anthony-coded, especially with the labyrinth part that you mentioned

→ and the “break up/free/through/down” describes his journey during that time so well!

→ but also that last line feels so accurate to their dynamic → like we can see how easily Ian can make Anthony genuinely laugh in recent videos and how heartbreaking it must have been to loose that sort of ease back then

You know how much I hate

That everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

→ and this pre-chorus just screams Ian to me

→ like how lost and pressured he felt when Anthony left

→ and how much he mourned the fact that he never really found another person he could bounce his ideas off as well as he did with Anthony

→ and also bringing in the defy drama and in general a lot of ppl disliking the way the channel developed after the split

but then we have the chorus:

Oh no, I'm fallin' in love again

I thought the plane was goin' down

How'd you turn it right around?

→ of course the “falling in love” part is very romance coded and whether that’s someones cup of tea or not, I think it could also be argued that they fell back in love with eachother in a platonic way

→ like just rediscovering the joy they once felt with eachother

→ the part of themselves that they believed was lost for good over time

-> only to be proven wrong and seeing it all turned back around (through both of their hard work on themselves) to them reuniting and making stuff for their channel in their own way again

Hope you liked my added comments!

I love when ppl send me their own lyric/song ideas for pairings since it's literally one of my favourite things to delve into!

[naraven]

ITS A SIN TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD

ahaha so yeah this is just something small i whipped up for wanderer/scaramouche/whatever because hyv knew what they were doing when they gave us free reign to name him

(it took me days to find a good name for him im such a pathetic simp)

wc / 0.9k

cw / should be nothing? its a pretty normal fic idk what else there would be here

“What about ‘Tsugumi’?”

Reactions were mixed. The now named Tsugumi looked down, tilting his hat to cover his face. The Traveler and Paimon ponder over it, before nodding at each other and deciding it was good (albeit somewhat long). Nahida claps with a close-eyes smile, happy that the wandering puppet had a new name.

“If you’re sure.”

Nahida clapped, a gentle close-eyed smile on her face.

“There, now you have a name of your own.”

While Paimon fails to come up with an ugly nickname, Tsugumi thinks over his new name once more. He couldn’t think of any hidden meaning behind the seemingly normal name. Many of the characters he could think of for the name didn’t seem to match any sort of malicious connotations.

With that all over, you accompany the Traveler and Paimon to their temporary living space. You wave them goodbye, exhausted and ready to hit the hay.

Before you do, you see a familiar gleaming anemo vision in the corner of your eye. You walk as quietly as you could to see if you could spook the puppet (if he even could be scared by something as obvious as you walking in from his side…)

“Boo!”

Tsugumi peers over to his left to see you with your hands up like claws near your head. He sighs at the mischievous shine in your orbs, turning to face you fully.

“What do you want? I thought you stayed back to whisper about me with that pesky Traveler and Lesser Lord Kusanali.”

You lower your arms in front of you, crossing them, seemingly amused by his question. He cringes, suddenly feeling as though he made the wrong decision by even talking about such a thing in the first place.

“Hmm, I don’t want much, just wanted to see how you were doing after everything.”

“Thanks so much for your concern. I’m doing absolutely swell, so you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about how I am.”

He pulled out that nauseously sweet voice that would have sounded genuinely convincing had he been anyone else. However, this was the puppet that was betrayed thrice over and was not at all taking it well.

“If that’s the case, then I hope you at least find somewhere safe to sleep. Cities like these are dangerous at night, y’know?”

You lecture him as though he were a child. He clicks his tongue, finding it irritating that a mere human was telling him what to do.

“I mean really, Tsumugi, what would you do if not for me?” You whip your hand as if you were flipping your hair, smile not at all serious.

He ponders for a second. His new name felt so natural out your mouth, as though it had been his name his centuries long life. He’s had so many titles, so many names, and called so many different things that sometimes he… forgets.

He forgets who called him what, forgets what he called them, forgets his own names. He wonders how long it will take for him to forget the one he has now.

“Why… did you name me so?”

He stares you down. He wonders, as you bring a hand to your chin, how long it would take for him to still remember his title as the Balladeer, 6th of the Fatui Harbingers, or Kunikuzushi, the puppet that experienced his third betrayal, or kabukimono, the “wandering eccentric.”

“Well, I thought of another name before but I thought it would be too long.” You smile, seemingly thinking back on how you came up with his name.

“I was going to call you ‘Maneshitsugumi,’ which means mockingbird, right? It’s just a cute nickname of a longer name.”

You can’t tell him it’s because you heard him singing that one time in his boss fight, that’s just weird, and also his voice sounded heavenly and you would do ANYTHING to hear him sing like that again-

“Why mockingbird, then?”

Oops.

“I mean, you just look like you have a nice voice? Y’know…”

Wow, he looks so suspicious of you. Heat creeps up your neck as he brings his hand to his chin.

“Ahaha yeah, y’know, when you head someone’s voice and you think how they would sound like when they sing? You have a nice voice and all…”

He sighs at your unexpected flustered state, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“If you wanted to hear me sing, you could’ve just asked. Honestly, humans are so complicated with what they want sometimes.”

That wasn’t… quite what you were expecting, but it’s not like you’d give up an opportunity like this. His usual annoying face doesn’t look smug beyond belief or like he’s ready to pop a blood vessel. And it looked like he was genuine in his proposition, for some reason.

“I mean, if you want? Why all of a sudden though?”

“It’s the least I could do, for giving me my name.”

Alright then. You weren’t complaining. Now you could brag to the Traveler that you got to hear Tsumugi sing willingly, hehe.

“Alright then, Mockingbird, I await the day when you sing for me. In the meantime, I’ll be resting up after the adventure we went through recently. Seeya~!”

As you waddle away, Tusmugi turns and tilts his hat down. At this point such movement was habitual, but this time it was so he could hide his conflicted face. What… was that? It’s not like him to offer services like that, let alone a mere human.

Trying to become either human or god was something he’s given up now. For now, traveling Teyvat with his newly acquired vision (God’s Eye) is plenty enough.

For now, he’ll have to think of something to perform for you soon.

[beyondspaceandstars]

Treacherous (19)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: fluff, slight angst toward the end Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: didn't think i would keep my March 27 posting promise but i did! for that reason it's slightly unedited, fair warning. Also, I was listening to the new fall out boy album this weekend and one song on the album has the lyrics "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" and idk guys i think that really resonated here

‘Treacherous’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

"What do you think?" You asked Druig as you slid into a booth at the back of the diner. You didn’t know what kind of response you were hoping for but you two hadn’t said anything to each other since admitting you had missed him. There hadn’t been any awkwardness or tension that you could sense but you still felt some nerves creeping up and just had to say something.

This included asking him his opinion on a diner that was cosplaying the 1950s.

"It’s…quaint," Druig replied after seemingly forcing himself to look at the cheesy decor.

You felt like a train hit you as you remembered where you were and who you were with. "I’m sorry I took you to a retro diner, that seems really silly of me given the fact…" You motioned in Druig’s direction. He looked humored by you. "Well, you know what I mean. I’m sorry, this is—,"

"Weird."

You sighed. "But not in a bad way."

Druig chuckled. "No, not in a bad way. This is good. At least, I think it’s good." He cleared his throat. "But it is different."

You shifted against the plastic vinyl lining of the booth. "The village is really gone, yes?"

He nodded. "We managed to save some remnants of it here and there but, yes, it’s gone."

Not sure what to say, what could even be useful in a time like this, you glanced down at your menu laying in front of you on the table. You knew what you were going to order the moment you recommended the place but right now your focus needed to be somewhere else just for a second.

You were still feeling a lot, to say the least. Being away left a powerful bitterness but reuniting brought a wave of other emotions, especially when you and your soulmate had such special circumstances. Reuniting seemed like the goal but it wasn’t the ending. The credits weren’t rolling, the movie was still playing, and you had to bring yourself to realize there was a lot for you two to face.

"You’ve become popular," Druig said, cutting through the sudden silence.

You forced yourself to glance back over at him. "What?"

He smirked. "The internet forum. That post was yours, wasn’t it? If not, you and whoever wrote it could be best friends. Seem to have a lot in common."

You closed your menu. Druig hadn’t even touched his. "You—You saw that? How…"

"I may be old but I know how to access the internet," he replied. You shot him a look, completely unconvinced. He sighed and buckled under the weight of your stare. "Alright, Sersi found it. She showed it to me before I left for New York."

You fiddled with the corner of your menu as you tried to hunt for something to say. You admittedly hadn’t considered any of this when you wrote the post. You didn’t expect it to gain any traction and you certainly hadn’t expected your soulmate to ever come across it. Foolishly, you knew that now, but it was such a grey area of time and a release was imminent.

A waiter came by to take your orders, thankfully allowing you a couple more minutes to ponder over how you would respond. You happily recited your order and Druig followed suit, ordering something generic and simple. It was evident he had his focus on you and, more importantly, your response.

"I didn’t mean for it to turn into anything," you explained once the waiter left you two alone again. "I… I’ve spent so much of my life reading through those forums and learning about other people’s stories that I wanted to contribute. I wanted to just get it out there, share my experience, and maybe someone would find interest or even comfort in my…our story. It certainly wasn’t meant to go viral." You paused. "Are you upset about the post?"

Druig fiddled with the silverware in front of him. "No, darling, I’m not upset about it. I was a little…shocked at first but after I read it… Well, I guess I was a bit flattered."

You felt your cheeks get warm. "Flattered? Really?"

"After everything we’ve been through, all the disagreements and tension, I was quite pleased to see you still cared. Even after that time separated, you still cared enough to share what we’ve been through." Druig shifted in his seat as his gaze averted to the colorful table between you two. "I know this…soulmate thing can be intense but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a part of me that feared I’d never see you again—that you’d never want to see me again—and am I relieved to be wrong."

"You really thought that?" You asked, your voice just barely above a whisper. Your throat suddenly felt dry.

"Well, can you blame me?" He shrugged. "We were the definition of ‘rocky.’"

The word ‘rocky’ was such a kind way of putting it. You two were almost complete chaos but, in hindsight, the situation you were put in wasn’t exactly traditional. Most soulmates do not move in with one another immediately upon meeting. Forced proximity seems ideal in the woes of it all but you were now the one to advocate against it.

"Yeah, we were something," you sighed. "I guess we are still something, right?"

"If you want to be," Druig replied. He was almost timid in his response. None of this felt real but you refrained from trying to pinch yourself.

"Where do we go from here?" You asked as the waiter returned to deliver your meals. It was such a shame — it looked delicious but your appetite was teetering on and off as this conversation progressed. You hadn’t really wanted to be the one to ask the question, you didn’t particularly like how many answers it could produce, but someone had to face it. Neither of you was sitting here expecting rainbows and sunshine all the time now.

"I… Where do you want to go from here?" Druig asked softly. Your meals cooled steadily. They looked like e fence separating you two.

There were moments in your conversation where, if you focused hard enough, you always felt like you two were back in your own world. Back in that forest, among the villagers. Back in the life that was everything and nothing all at once. But reality kept knocking at your brain and it was hard to ignore that you were truly in your world.

"You know," you muttered, "there is one thing I guess we never really discussed… I mean, we did briefly, but it wasn’t…"

"What is it?"

"Actually, I don’t know if I want to say—,"

"Shall I force you to spit it out?" Druig challenged. The playfulness in his tone was the only thing keeping you from throwing your drink in his face.

"You’re immortal and I’m not," you finally blurted out, almost loud enough for the entire establishment to hear. If the oldies station wasn’t practically blaring from the above speakers, you two would probably have a lot of explaining to do.

But it didn’t matter to you at that moment if anyone else heard. Only one certain someone had to hear. And he did. And he physically recoiled at the statement. You knew it wasn’t fun for you to think about it, and it certainly wasn’t exciting to hear your parents’ concern, but it was reality.

You two could ride off into the sunset but what happened when the sun actually set?

In an odd move, Druig took a bite of his food. You weren’t sure how he had an appetite at the weirdest time.

"Believe it or not," he said, "you’re not the first to bring this up to me in the past week."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I guess to everyone else it’s the biggest issue between us."

You frowned, instinctively. "What, is it not an issue?"

"It’s not not an issue," Druig agreed, "but let’s not ruin this moment. We can speak about it at a later date, yes?"

"What—At a later date?"

"Let’s focus on us right now," he said, interrupting you with little to no hesitation. You were suddenly reminded of how he always knew how to take control—in more ways than one. "I don’t plan for us to stay in New York."

"What?" He didn’t plan—what? Your hands gripped the edge of the table. Why was this conversation moving a million hours a second? You felt like you were on a rollercoaster getting jerked around at every corner. Was Druig nervous? Scared? You could sense some displeasure but this seemed next level.

You hadn’t meant to start any issues, you just thought now was the time to really have serious conversations about the future. The time in the village felt like a trial run. You both had survived. Now come the real acts.

"We can travel, see the planet. I know there’s probably so much of it you’ve never seen," Druig replied. "Maybe we could even find a spot just for us two."

"Maybe we should slow down," you pleaded. "There’s nothing wrong with New York, at least for now. I just reunited with my family, and I’m looking for a job, so we can start here. We have time, we can figure it out, okay?"

But that didn’t seem to please him in the slightest. "No," he snapped, "I have time. You don’t. I have endless days to spend walking around here and whatever other city this planet chose to construct. I can do it all but…"

The band-aid hurts so much when it’s ripped off. "Druig, I… I’m not going to disappear tomorrow. You made sure of that," you commented with a little laugh, trying to lighten the mood you had seemingly brought down. But he didn’t react. You sighed. "We have years, decades, to spend together. I’m really sorry I brought it up, it was unnecessary I guess—,"

"When all you have is time," he muttered, "nothing is really that long. Especially when you’ve faced the end."

You felt hints of grief creep up on you. The tattoo on your wrist started nudging at you. "It seems almost cruel," you said, "that you should have a soulmate who ages and I have one that doesn’t."

"This planet is full of mysteries," he agreed. "No matter how much time you’ve spent on it, there’s always something unusual."

"What do we do then?"

Druig let out a defeated sigh. Neither of you had answers the other one was going to love. "I guess we can spare one night in New York," he offered as a compromise. You were finding your footing as a couple.

You couldn’t help the smirk creeping its way on your face. You couldn’t help it — you liked winning against him. You liked knowing you had that bit of power over someone so powerful. And it was no secret you also liked pushing him a bit.

Druig’s eyes narrowed suspiciously as he stared at you. "What’s that look for?"

Your smirk turned into a full-fledged smile. "Would you like to meet some people?"

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weird that either I’m down bad for the chemistry of the leads in season 2 or the writing because I rooted for them so hard.

Alchemy of Souls season 2 is kinda rare that way for me because I swear I was ready to throw the whole show away when I saw the finale of season 1. 💀✋

I’m kinda still trying to work my feelings about this show because it refuses to leave my head. Hindsight is 20/20 so I guess now I tire of the season 1 flow a little harder because to me, not enough romance and fluff. I felt it while watching it but my dumbass had thought that the last 3-4 episodes we’d get domestic. 🤩 (LMAOOOO)

on the contrary we got domestic real fast in season 2 and I guess because at my core I’m a romance starved girly I enjoyed it a bit more. Uk and Dangu did a lot to bring humour to the show in season 1 but Jin Buyeon just made everything light. Her interactions with almost everyone on the show were just light and happy and bright. She had literally no reason to be on her toes expect of her mom and no one had any reason to be anything around her because she was already married and very much not a threat.

I want ‘as you can see my beauty is unmatched but I’m not very bright’ framed in my house.

honestly a part of me pined for her and Yul for half a second, even if it meant her saying that she’d get him those pine biscuits next time. begging for crumbs of happiness for my man 😭💔

I think I’m still coping with the character loss a little because it happened like a flash flood like it happened SO FAST lol.

Honestly I haven’t watched a lot of Kdramas so I was surprised that Naksu coming back to life wasn’t anticipated in the last 2 episode. But I’ve learnt a bit more about the creators and we won lol. I had expected it like the ending of season 1 the moment she got possessed. (Like ofc you’d do that to me 😭)

anyway maybe I am coming around to the ending which makes complete sense except to me the transition happened quick and everything after that happened quicker and to be honest they were doing SO MUCH in the last 2 episodes that I just didn’t have time to ponder.

Naksu is Jin Buyeon so she is the happy girl that I’ve loved for 8 episodes so idk I’m mourning her character like she’s right there 💀💀💀 I guess because her character once again became burdened by all she’d done and gone through and became somber I for a minute became a hater.

I’m coming around to it. And at the same time being a little salty because I love the idea of people falling in love again. Even if they had decided that she wouldn’t have been Naksu. Like in Season 1 where our girl was full on using Mudeok’s body and just stayed. I wouldn’t have really mind if they went with that. That she’d always be this cute lil ball of sunshine. But it is unfair to keep this from both of them so I get it.

I guess if they eased into her identity reveal and gave them and me 5 more minutes I’d get to celebrate 🎉 their reunion.

good for them though! fighting relics together ❣️

I just looked up and realised how much I have written- on top of the 17 posts I’ve already written about this LMAO why am I like this 😭 need to find a new thing to latch onto fast like what is this babe

[moochou-eats-paper]

Here is one of my little writings

So idk if you’ll think it’s good but here is one of my stories

May I have this dance?

I sat down on a luxurious velvet chair. How easy it was to live life as a prosperous person of power. I sighed ,daydreaming, then opening the curtains, letting golden warm sunlight into my spacious room. A glint of silvery golden lettering caught my eye and I traced it down to an ornate handwritten envelope on my desk. The letter inside read,

‘𝚃𝚘 𝚈/𝙽 𝚘𝚏 (your faction), 𝙸 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚔𝚘 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢٫ 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.’

I grinned uncontrollably as I read his name. George has been a dear friend to me and has been since a very young age. I excitedly scribbled a reply, my mind racing. What should I wear? Should I bring a gift? Wine, perhaps? Why am I this excited? I stopped abruptly thinking about that last question. Why am I this excited? I pondered for a moment before looking at the details and making a mental note of them.

Timeskip to the just before the ✨dance✨

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, thinking I looked just perfect with each and every one of my hairs in position and my fine clothing sitting just right. I smiled to myself knowing I would have good night. 

Or am I just excited to see George?

I ignored that thought as I walked quickly to Kinoko kingdom itself. It was lit up with colourful paper lanterns and light poured out onto the street as people opened their front doors in the clear night. The smell of fresh, sweet, exotic foods wafted through the air making my eyes widen in delight. Laughter, chatter, music and cheering filled the air. I smiled and made my way to the centre where people danced and twirled in the orange glow of the lanterns and the blue glow of the moon. “Y/n?”, I hear a familiar voice say.

“George!” I laugh, running to him.

“Hey, don’t kill me.” He does him famous ‘gogy giggle’ and we walk alongside each other, talking about how we’ve been. But George seems distracted and I start to panic. Did I say something? But my thoughts were cut off as George says something.

“Y/n, I have to go and speak to another friend. I’ll talk to you later, ok?”

My face drops as he walks over to a young man, tall and dirty blonde. I realise that as soon as the man talks to him, George loosens up. He did seem tense. I walk away dismayed and appetite lost. I…. I feel jealous? I get that we were friends and he was with another friend but I felt jealous in a way I have never before. I wanted to snatch him away for myself and hold him close. I stutter to myself,

“I- I think I’m in love.”

Timeskip to 11pm. Everyone is dancing in the centre

I had cheered myself up earlier and I bought some of the most delicious treats I had ever tasted. I even shared some of my honey-glazed buns with some dear children who were playing with sparklers.

Now though, I headed to the centre waving goodbye to those children and waited to greet George again. I stood towards the side and I watched the happy couples dance, swaying in the dim moonlight and laughing, enjoying themselves. Oh, how I wished to have love like that. Where you could delve into someone’s heart and look into their eyes and see their yearn to hold onto you forever. In the corner of my eye, a flash of green and a smiley porcelain mask came to a beautiful boy in blue. George. My George. I hear them chuckle and the man in the smiley mask say in a soft loving voice, “May I have this dance?”

Giggling, George said, “Of course, anything for you”

My heart felt like it was slowly breaking, chipped but still fixable but now it had crumbled beyond recognition. My George. I felt a lone tear make its way down a rosy cheek. And then the man in green looked at me and smiled. It was the kind of smile in which you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or smug or a threat. And so I smiled weakly back and then I ran. I just ran. As fast as I could. Before I knew it, I had crumpled into an opening in a forest surrounded by beautiful flowers. I sobbed uncontrollably, my eyes puffy and my face covered in pinkish blotches. I grew quieter, sniffling, reaching for a rose.  

I smile sadly as I admired its velvety petals. But my finger bled because of the thorns piercing my hand’s skin.

I whisper to myself, “Love is like a rose. At first it is beautiful and can stay that way, but many get hurt by the thorns of heartbreak.”

“Y/n…”

I hear a soft gentle voice and I whip my head around. 

“Y/n, that was beautiful.”

It was George. He looked immensely relieved as though he had been panicking just a second earlier. He took deep breaths before saying weakly, “Oh, Y/n I was looking for you. I was so scared.”

I started to tear up. “Why would you be scared? Why would you look for me?”

“You always asked loads of questions, even when we were small.” He smiles. 

“George. Please answer this truthfully, I need you to.”

“Anything for you, Y/n”

“Who was that man in green?” 

George laughs. He laughed like he used to when we were small. 

“That’s just Dream. Or Clay. What, did you think he was my boyfriend?”

He says the last words in a singsong voice but I slapped him lightly on the arm playfully. He can see that I mean yes. He lies down beside me and we watch the specks of glitter we call stars shine in the endless black night sky. A meteor shot through the sky as I whispered, “Would you like to make a wish, George?”

“Yes.”

I gaze into his brown eyes and I sigh contentedly. He rolls over closer to me, so close that I can feel his hot breath on my ear as he says,

“My wish is for you to be mine.”

I sit up and stare at him. I felt like I melted. 

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.”

We both smile as many meteors zoom across the sky, granting us unneeded wishes because right then all of our dreams had come true.