#for anyone who is wondering abt my schedule here is it

[elizabethlailfricked]

"We don't talk anymore. Do you not like me? 🥺"

Ok first of all my schedule is literal shit during the weekdays and second you literally told me you were gonna off yourself 12 times this summer and to all of my friends just for shits and giggles 🤓🤚

[hsnlv]

promised & found | s.jy

req!: also if you're taking requests...idk i've been thinking abt idol jake and famous reader (modeling or singing or whatever?) and they're like...childhood besties, lost contact, but then they meet again after becoming famous 😗😗😗😗

pairing: idol!jake x idol!reader

synopsis: years after losing touch with her childhood best friend, now fellow idol sim jake, a chance backstage encounter brings buried memories and unspoken feelings rushing back.

others: use of pet name (muffin). and honestly, it is supposed to be platonic (i think) but i cant help it, im a hopeless romantic :(

wc: 1.2k

a/n: a little side note, i cant vividly imagine what you guys might have in mind everytime you request something (im sorry </3) but i will my best to deliver it as smoothly and as ‘make sense’ (?) as possible! i dont know if this requires fluff, angst, suggestive (which i dont really like to write), but yet again, i’ll try to deliver every request as smoothly and as ‘make sense’ as possible! any feedback is highly appreciated too! happy reading💗 here’s my masterlist!

you’re stunned, absolutely frozen. every word that could describe your current state—speechless, shocked, dazed—falls short.

you had heard about the newly debuted boy group, the one everyone was buzzing about. but with your packed schedule, endless practices, and back-to-back performances, you barely had time to breathe, let alone catch up on industry gossip.

but now, standing just a few feet away from you, was someone who looked like a memory brought to life.

the soft, slightly whiny voice. the chestnut-brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. the gaze—sharp yet gentle, just as you remembered. it had to be him.

and before you could stop yourself, his name slipped from your lips like it was second nature.

“sim jaeyun.”

he turned, his eyes landing on you, widening in recognition. and then, as if time hadn’t passed at all, his face broke into a grin.

“muffin?”

hearing that nickname again was like reopening an old wound. years of carefully buried emotions began to resurface, sharp and bittersweet.

“yun?” you managed, your voice wavering as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.

he looked at you like you were something out of a dream, his eyes scanning your face as if committing every detail to memory. “it’s really you,” he said softly, his voice laced with wonder.

you smiled, the corners of your lips trembling. “it’s really me.”

“what are you doing here? don’t tell me you’re one of the performers.”

you nodded, suddenly shy under his gaze. “didn’t know you actually went through with becoming famous,” you said, trying to keep your tone light even as your emotions threatened to overwhelm you.

he chuckled, the sound so familiar it made your chest ache. “didn’t know you did, either. weren’t you the kid who once froze during the school talent show because you forgot the words to your own song?”

you rolled your eyes, the teasing instantly easing some of the tension. “yeah, well, people change.”

“you can say that again,” he murmured, his eyes softening as they lingered on you.

years ago

“yun, is it final? you’re really moving?”

your voice was quiet, shaky—almost pleading. you didn’t want to believe it. couldn’t.

he sighed, his shoulders slumping as he looked anywhere but at you. “as much as i hate it…”

you waited, holding your breath, even though you already knew the answer.

“yeah. it’s final.”

“but, yun…”

“muffin,” he said softly, using that nickname that once made you smile but now only made your chest tighten.

you hated it at that moment. it was too light, too playful, too much him.

“can’t you just… stay? with me?” your voice cracked, and you bit the inside of your cheek, determined not to cry. “i don’t have anyone else but you.”

he finally looked at you then, his expression torn, his eyes shining with something that looked too much like guilt. “you think this is easy for me? you’re my best friend. leaving you is the last thing i want to do. but i don’t have a choice. my family needs this.”

you wanted to scream, to tell him that you needed him too. but deep down, you knew he was right. and that didn’t make it hurt any less.

“promise me,” you said after a long pause, your voice barely above a whisper. “promise me we won’t lose touch.”

his hand found your shoulder, warm and grounding. “i promise. calls, texts, video chats—you name it. you’re stuck with me, muffin.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. “you better mean it. because if you forget about me, i’ll—”

“you’ll what?” he teased, the corners of his lips twitching into a small smile.

“i’ll fly to australia and make you regret it,” you shot back, trying to match his playful tone.

he laughed, the sound a little shaky. “deal. but that won’t happen, okay? i couldn’t forget you if i tried.”

but promises, no matter how heartfelt, are fragile things. the calls became less frequent. the texts dwindled. until, eventually, there was nothing. and all you had left of him was the memory of his laugh and the nickname you couldn’t bear to hear again.

back to the present

“you’re really here,” he said, breaking the silence. “famous idol and all. i should’ve known you’d make it big.”

“funny,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “i could say the same about you. i didn’t even know you wanted this.”

he shrugged, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “i didn’t, at first. but one day, i was watching kpop idols performing, and suddenly i thought, hey, maybe i could do that.”

“and here i thought you were going to take over the family business,” you teased, crossing your arms.

“well, surprise.” he gestured at himself dramatically. “instead of suits and ties, you get… this.”

you laughed, the sound easing the knot in your chest. “you make it sound so easy. meanwhile, i nearly quit a hundred times.”

“you?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up. “the same girl who made me sing ‘do you wanna build a snowman’ at your birthday party? that girl almost quit?”

“okay, but that was different,” you argued, your cheeks flushing at the memory. “i had you to blame if it went horribly.”

“and yet, look at you now,” he said, his voice softening as his gaze settled on you. “center stage. killing it.”

“you’re not so bad yourself, yun,” you said quietly. “i’m proud of you.”

his expression shifted, something unspoken passing between you. “i missed you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

your chest tightened. “me too.”

“i tried to find you,” he said, his tone a mix of frustration and regret. “but you don’t use social media, and… i don’t know. i thought maybe you didn’t want to be found.”

“it wasn’t that,” you said quickly. “life just… got in the way. and i didn’t think you’d still—”

“still what?”

“still care,” you finished softly, looking down.

he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. “are you kidding? muffin, i never stopped caring. not for a second.”

his words hit you like a wave, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“i regret it,” you whispered. “losing touch with you. i should’ve tried harder.”

“hey,” he said gently, his thumb lightly brushing the back of your hand. “we both could’ve tried harder. but we’re here now, right?”

you nodded, your lips curling into a small, hesitant smile. “yeah. we are.”

“so, how about a fresh start?” he asked, his grin returning. “friends again? or do i need to buy your forgiveness first?”

“a fresh start, huh?” you said, pretending to think. “well, if we’re doing that, you at least owe me coffee for all the years you were MIA.”

he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “coffee? muffin, i’ll buy you coffee every day if it means i get to make it up to you.”

“bold words, sim jaeyun.”

“what can i say?” he said, smirking. “i’m committed to the cause.”

“we’ll see about that,” you teased, but your voice softened as you added, “just don’t disappear again, okay? i don’t think i can handle losing you twice.”

he laced his fingers with yours, his grip warm and steady. “never again,” he promised.

and this time, you believed him.

© all rights reserved | hsnlv 2024

[fluffypinkbunnies]

hihii!! i know it's been a good minute since ive posted anything and that's because i got super sick - unfortunately im one of those people who always get super duper sick and worse symptoms whenever they get sick ( • ᴖ • ｡) anywho in this time ive honestly just been thinking a ton about possible egl sewing projects and things of that nature! and i actually have a question regarding that for any fellow sewists - esp egl/kawaii fashion sewists but like.. whoever please help a girlie out! ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

ok so you may or may not remember a good minute ago i had to make a blouse for class! it's an upcycled dress shirt andd idk if you have any more questions ask! anywho my problems - (so less of a problem, more of a pet peeve the binding is a little off around the neckline, idk why some parts of it are raw it's honestly not that noticable but regardless if you have any advice abt that pls do help!) my main issue and then secondary issue are that when i wear it the top kinda leaves a gap? like just in general but especially if i move or bend my torso at all so any tips on how to fix it would be wonderful! the top neckline where the binding is is elasticated so maybe the elastic is too long? idk! and then the second "issue" is just that i feel like the sleeves are a bit clunky (which may be bc i didn't change the size of the arm holes tbh?) and don't actually puff enough despite having elastic on the end so i folded the elastic "cuff" to the inside of the sleeve whenever i wear it but i was wondering if there's a more "permanent" solution? im pretty new to sewing and my teacher is on maternity leave & tended to be busy trying to force other kids to work even when she was here) so i don't really have anyone to ask + not knowing how to phrase my questions ₍^. .^₎⟆

if you're willing to help and need to ask any clarifying questions PLEASE do im desperate and confused thank u (also i know that lace needs to be steamed, ironed, something it just will not stay down for the life of me) ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

we will be back with my regularly scheduled coords this week (..hopefully?) ۶ৎ

IM SO SORRY I LOST MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT. also.. the bows... how do we feel abt them like i want bows but im lowkey just not feeling them so any other bow but also just generally decorative bits ideas.. ok i promise im done now thank you ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

[wvyik]

guess who’s back from the hiatus bby!!…

i was feeling super unmotivated, and honestly this little 10 day-ish break gave me some time to breathe and focus on my studies.. for anyone wondering, i finished all my assignments!! yippie ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

and last night i was feeling frisky and wrote a few works ill release all over the next week!! as im going on vacation rn and i won’t be home till friday, i probably won’t respond that much.. sorry abt that. my main focus is just to put out some fics for yall, i have no clue how much time im going to have on the trip cause we have strict schedules. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

i love you pookies, stay safe and healthy; all (almost) 300 of you here!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ tysm for the support.

[anniesannex]

You’re so art deco

Chapter two

Description: you are a struggling college student who needs some cash. Your friend suggests a sugar daddy but you wouldn’t do that. Right?

I’m so sorry it took a bit to get up but here’s chapter two! Also sorry abt the 1975 reference I was listening to that song. -A

“WHAT?!” Grace’s jaw dropped as she heard the news. “But I thought you didn’t want a sugar daddy.”

“I was wrong. And I’m sorry.” You heard yet another ping from your laptop.

“Is that him?” Grace looked baffled as you nodded. “What did he say?” As you looked you had seemed to find a mirror selfie. Of Johnny wearing a nice button up shirt and some slacks.

“Goddamn.” You spoke.

“Goddamn is right!” Grace exclaimed. “What do I even do with this information.”

“Please don’t tell anyone I wanna keep this lowkey.” You pleaded with Grace.

“Okay but only because I love you.” Grace started to get ready for bed herself.

“I love you too I’m gonna send him a pic back do I look cute?” You asked as she laughed.

“Yeah, totally.” She smiled as you took the picture. This was probably the happiest she had seen you since you moved in.

“Thank you so much, you’re literally the best!” You were grinning as it sent. “But we should get ready for bed.”

“I know you might be a little wired with this new sugar daddy but I’m ready to go to bed.” Grace laughed.

“Goodnight Gracie.” You pulled the covers up onto your body. “I love you.”

“Night (y/n/n). I love you too.” Grace smiled as you began to shut your eyes and drift off into sleep.

Waking up you checked your computer.

@johnC95: good morning Doll. Hope you have a good day.

@Y/n: good morning Johnny. You too. Luckily I’m off today.

@johnC95: so where do you go to school?

@y/n: UCLA.

@johnC95: oh cool, I’m not that far from there. Would you wanna do like coffee?

@y/n: sure, when would you wanna meet up?

Your heart pounded in your chest. What were you going to wear? How were you going to do your hair? What if he didn’t like you when you guys met up?

@johnC95: I’m kind of booked for the next couple days. Is Saturday okay?

You look at the calendar. Saturday was three days away. You looked to see if you were working as you typed.

@y/n: lemme check my schedule. I should be good though.

As you doubled checked you sighed in relief

“Thank god.” you said to yourself. “I’m off on a Saturday, for once.”

@johnC95: sounds good! I wanna hear your voice again so bad.

@y/n: maybe we can talk later tonight. Btw what’s your number?

@johnC95: oh I’m sorry it’s (xxx)xxx-xxxx.

You type it into your phone putting it under the contact ‘Johnny <3’. As you text the number you feel a strange sensation in you stomach, like it was being tied into knots. Why was it that you were so nervous to text him?

You decide on a quick ‘Hi it’s y/n :).’

‘Hello doll :).’

You sighed as you start to get out of bed.

‘What are you doing today?’

‘I’m not sure I might lounge around my dorm, do some coursework, just try to relax’

‘Fair enough. I really do wanna hear your lovely voice. Or even see that beautiful face (y/n).’

‘Why don’t we talk right now? Even if it isn’t for long.’

‘I’m going to be with my daughter soon and I want to make sure she’s my first priority.’

‘You have a daughter? What’s her name? How old is she?’

‘Her name is Cassie and shes 16.’

‘Okay awesome!’

‘Sorry gtg she’s here!’

You wonder what she was like. You went to your closet pulling out a baby tee that said ‘reading is sexy’ and a pair of low rise jeans. Putting on socks you lace up your black converse. Then putting on music you decided to do your hair and makeup.

“This has to be a little over kill to just go study.” You laughed to yourself as you put on mascara.

“Bitchhhhhh.” Grace yelled as she entered your dorm. “Hot psych guy wasn’t in class today. I wanna cry.”

“I’m sorry dude.” You turned to her with a frown. “Wanna grab coffee with me before I have to go to the library?”

“Sure. The local one though. On campus. It has such better coffee.”

“Obviously, it’s a local coffee shop. They’re always better.” You laughed. “But let’s go.”

You grab your stuff not forgetting your phone and headphones. Grace opened the door back up.

“Nice shirt.” Grace winked as she held the door open.

“Thanks, my friend got it for me.” You winked back. Remembering when you and her got baby tees on the boardwalk. Laughing she led the way to the shop. You held the door open for her as you guys chatted.

“Dude would you love me if I was a worm?” Grace asked, cackling.

“Are you like a talking worm or a regular one?”

“What the fuck?!” She giggled. “A talking worm! It’s so funny, like ‘help (y/n) I got turned into a talking worm!’ That’s so crazy.”

“It’s a hypothetical in a hypothetical!” You chuckled as you guys got up to the counter.

“Iced coffee oatmilk?” grace asked.

“Dude I asked I can’t let you buy it. It’s on me this time.” You tried, knowing she wouldn’t let you.

“No seriously. Dude, I love you and you deserve this.” She smiled. “Two medium iced coffees with oat milk please.”

“Fine you win, but I’m paying next time.”

“Never going to happennnn!” Graced took out her card. “Thank you so much, have a great day.”

You guys sat down and waited for your coffee as you talked about the whole sugar daddy thing.

“I’m nervous to meet him.” You admitted. “Like what if he doesn’t like me?”

“He’s gonna fucking love you!” Grace exclaimed. “Are you kidding me! You’re literally the best!”

“You’re right. I’m being silly.”

“Oh our coffee is ready!” She ran to grab them “I’ll walk you to the library. It’s a sucky walk without a friend.”

“You’re right.” You agreed as you felt your phone buzz.

‘I think can’t wait to hear your voice again.’ You smiled as you type back.

‘That is really sweet. Thank you Johnny.’

‘Cassie is gonna go out with a friend tonight. Should I come up tonight?’

‘Sure.’

“SHIT!” You yelled. “Grace. We need to go back to the dorm.”

“What’s wrong (Y/n)?” she followed you as you took a break neck pace towards your dorm building. “Stop running!”

You only stopped briefly as you texted Johnny.

‘So what were you thinking?’

‘Maybe we do dinner. How’s Italian sound?’

‘Great what time were you thinking?’

‘How abt I pick you up @ 8?’

‘Perfect!’

“WHATS GOING ON?!” Grace yelled out of breath.

“It’s happening tonight.” You stared in awe.

“What?”

“ITS HAPPENING TONIGHT!”

“Oh-then lets go!” You both started running again. As you reached your dorm you both hastily got inside. “What are you thinking about wearing? Where is it? How long until he picks you up? “

“We’re doing Italian, he’s picking me up at eight and I have no fucking clue!”

“I have an idea how about that black and pink floral dress with kitten heels, my viviennes, that heart pendant and pink floral clutch?”

“You are literally a life saver! And how about a y2k claw clip half up-half down look for my hair?!”

“Let’s do this.” You laughed as Grace pulled out the outfit while you hopped into the shower. As you showered you thought about Johnny and that feeling came back. You cursed those damned butterflies as you calmed yourself down.

Making sure that you were properly cleaned you popped on some of the 1975.

“I like my men like I like my coffee, full of soy milk and so sweet, it won’t offend anybody.” You sang as you put your makeup on and danced around your bathroom.

“Dude I love that song!” Grace yelled out as she pulled you out of the bathroom.

“You’re lucky I was done.” You feigned a serious look. Before cracking up.

“I’m gonna help you get ready.” You stepped into the dress as she checked your messages with Johnny.

“He said ‘I can’t wait to see how gorgeous you look when I come pick you up, doll. And you sent me the right building?’’

“Text him back ‘awww Johnny, you’re too sweet. And yes I did.’”

“Okay and sent!” Grace watched as you put in the earrings. “Don’t forget the pink claw clip! It’ll match better!”

“Thank you grace!” You fixed up your hair and did final touches to your makeup.

“Wow, (y/n/n). If Johnny doesn’t like you, I’ll be your sugar daddy.”

“Gracie!”

You heard the buzzer to be buzzed into your dorm. Looking at your phone you saw his text.

‘I’m here.’

‘Okay buzzing you up!’ As you did so. Soon enough you heard a knock at your door. Letting him in you saw that he was even more gorgeous than on the screen. His perfectly quaffed hair was about to be in silver fox territory as he had evidence of smile lines beginning to form at his eyes. He was tall and muscular. As you could see from the curves of his suit.

“You look- wow.” He stared, face full of awe.

“Thank you Johnny. You look good too.” You smiled, catching a glance at what was in his hand. “What are those?”

“Oh-” his trance had been broken, as he held them out for you. “These are for you.”

“Thank you so much! They’re beautiful!” You took the bouquet.

[crunchyapple33]

— things i scripted in my drag race dr that just make sense [to me]ㅤ! ㅤ

[ psa: this is specifically about the show itself, not anything else about my dr ♡ ]

— the fans of the show understand the difference between fiction and reality, and therefore don't attack anyone for how they might have acted on the show (phi phi o'hara / jaremi carey inspired this one)

— nobody is expected to wear expensive or extravagant outfits (in other words: mall drag is in full swing :3 /silly)

— world of wonder give queens a small budget to spend for getting ready for the show (so nobody goes bankrupt preparing .. omg . mib spent 100k on her szn 15 package . insane to me)

— international all stars seasons don't include usa queens on the cast . . . . (side eyeing alyssa edwards)

— the judges / directors of the show don't force queens into talking about their past / childhood (heavily inspired by pearl on season 7)

— the fans who like spoilers never try to spoil the show for people who don't

— rupaul understands newer references / characters (life saver for snatch game help me)

— the amount of alcoholic drinks aren't limited during untucked anymore

— THERE ISN'T A WEIGHT / BAG LIMIT FOR THE AMOUNT YOU CAN BRING !!!! im gonna just put a 33 lb weight in one of the bags and make a worker carry it for me /silly j

— all stars seasons are spaced out by a few years (listen there's too many seasons i cant keep up--)

— guest judges don't come backstage into untucked . . .

— the . whats the word . THE RANKINGS . the rankings are fair and aren't heavily rigged y'know . .

— reality television as a whole is still as trashy as it was in the 2000s

— drag race canada is good (inspired by twitter oomf who hates it lmfao)

[ ♡ i have had a few people i've talked to abt drag race drs so i feel a little confident sharing more abt this dr ehehehe . . on another note, i'm scheduling this the night before this goes up (4/15) and tomorrow (the day this is posted) i'm watching the szn 17 lalapuruza episode . . i'm rooting for kori . if not lydia . who knew i , the person shifting for kori and lydia , would root for them . typical /silly . . okay sorry for rambling ehehe ]

hearts dividers by @enchanthings-a, post is here

[pullupinarari]

lately, i've found it harder to just simply enjoy being here. dealing with constant negativity, rudeness, and narcissistic behavior really drained me of the joy I once found in reading, sharing, and connecting with a lot of people and blogs here.

all the time i've been here, i have always tried my best to fill this space with kindness and respect, leaving comments or asks here and there. sometimes messages. but it has  become too exhausting to keep on doing that when it’s met with disregard. 

it's honestly disheartening to feel like you don’t matter, invisible or unappreciated. i had days where i was deep in thought abt these until i remember that no one here actually knows me and no one here actually cares for you so there is no point for me to hold onto these things. and i have a real life out there that means so much more.

this is definitely a tough decision. i love sharing my thoughts and reading wonderful writings here. but it doesnt feel like a safe space for me anymore. and maybe i shouldnt have given so much to people here. i really hope people can sometimes at least think abt others, be nice at least. or just be quiet if you have nothing nice to say. be kind to one another. never underestimate the impact a little grace and compassion can have. 

thank you for all the good things. and im sorry for all the bad things and flaws that came from me. take care.

🌕 anon

well first of all, i'm sorry that you feel this way. this ask made me feel a bit confused, to tell the truth. if this is about me and some of the things that have been happening here lately, then i think i need to explain myself again. never, ever, have i met your (or anyone else's) kind comments with disregard - and again, IF this is about me or my blog, i need to be honest and let you know how unfair it feels to get this kind of message, after all the thoughts and nice messages we shared, after i even wrote a bunch of fics based on the scenarios you would send me. i never even forgot about you, i did notice that you had been missing from my blog ever since i decided to take that small break while i was working on my school projects, and how silent you went here after that - but i can't force people to interact with my page if they don't want to, and i don't have any other way to reach for people who interact with me on anonymous, but that doesn't mean i don't keep you and every single kind person here, in my mind. i just have been feeling that things are getting a little bit out of hand lately, because having the right to respond to some people who come to this app to be rude and mistreat content creators, doesn't mean that all the nice people are invisible to us, and a lot of people have been coming at us (and me, for that matter) because of that. i have always worked my ass off to feed this blog, to continue posting even when i didn't had the time to, i literally put my sleeping schedule to the side, writing and posting fics until 5 in the morning, only so you girls could read the plots you were asking me to write. if that makes you feel invisible or unnapreciated, i'm really sorry, but i did try my ultimate best for my blog to be a safe space for everyone in here, and i'm really sorry that my words are being twisted so much lately, making it seem like i don't care about the ones who always supported me. i ask that you take some time to consider the efforts i still put into this page, that's completely made out of love, to realize my side of the story a little bit more. again, i'm sorry if you regret giving so much of you, but from my side, it was truly heartfelt and appreciated, and if you really want to deactivate, i can only say that i will miss you, i will feel your silence, but some of the thoughts you felt safe to share here, will forever live in the fics that i posted.

[mo0dy-succubus]

Nsfw (G)I-DLE thoughts that would probably get me arrested 🥲🥲 (OH THEY ARE BAD BAD)

Idk where to start bc it's bad 😭😭😭

⚠ WARNING ⚠ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE DONT READ PLS JUST GO AWAY AND SCROLL (these comments are just out of pure human curiosity I'm not trying to be weird or gross or perverted,I'm not trying to be known as THOSE kpop stans, I'm sorry PLZ) (will I get canceled for this???) Men pls don't interact respectfully for....reasons

If you are still here you brought this upon yourself

1. I was on my phone and was looking at soyeon obviously and it had her bra showing and all I could think was...."I wonder what color her Nipples are" THEN I SMILED EMBARRASSINGLY BIG BC OF THE THOUGHT , I'm not trying to be perverted I swear I'm just curious (ughhh fuck me and my dirty ass mind)

2. We all know how yuqi loves minnies mom right? I wonder If anyone thought abt making a fanfic of their relationship...I'm just going to leave it at that...

3. My personal love language is scents, I'm automatically attracted to/like you if you smell nice(not so much if you stink or smell bad dependingon their environmen), so I sometimes wonder what they((G)I-DLE) smells like or what perfume scents they use.

4. You think they are virgins, I mean it would make since bc they are kpop idols and have busy schedules soooo

5. I wonder who is the worse on their period

6. Do they get horny???

7. Cup size?

Sorry If this makes you uncomfortable I warned you at this point its not on me it's on you for reading it,I gave the warning and post warning soooo 😭.

[messrmoonyy]

Bruh wtf are people sending you like please keep your weird shit to yourself if it isn't abt Tess. You guys who r sending Messr this weird shit wanting to date her n all like don't u get the message that SHE HAS THE MOST WONDERFUL FUCKING GF IN THE WRLD AND SHE DOESN'T WANT YOU IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND!!! man just stop being weird to Messr even i get uncomfy reading em so stop please<33

Idk why anyone would think that I’d see a totally anonymous person anyway and be like ‘ hell yeah lemme get on that!’ ?? The same with me too like I’m anonymous AND I have said so many times about my gf like I’m not exactly subtle here am I 💀

BUT LETS LAY THAT TO BED NOW PLS AND THX

Back to your regularly scheduled word prawn and spicy thoughts about miss servopoulos

[riizebabie444]

Hello! How are you doing today hun? Thank you for hosting this game I was wondering if I could participate in it?

I used my intuition for your reading so it probably won't be that accurate so pls take it with grain of salt. This reading only for entertainment purposes.

First of all, I think at first the relationship is gonna be complicated because of his busy schedule, but he will try to work it out because of you, I think you won't like that he is not putting you as his first priority, he has a really lovely energy, but honestly I think he might be a workaholic and he doesn't know when to stop, maybe you will be there for him to teach him how to balance things, you might be someone who is a organizable person and you don't like when someone Crosse your boundaries, you love ur peace. I think you don't give that many chances when someone do you wrongs. That's why he will takes your words seriously and try to work on it. I am seeing late night dates, walking together, fance restaurants, and something abt suger candies maybe u like them? Especially the jelly ones. Movies and theaters. You both will love to cuddle. I think winter is significant here! I see him wearing a beige turtleneck sweater and cuddling u. You might both like drinking hot chocolate in cold weather? Coffee date.

Pls tell me if anything resonated 🤍.

Sarah S. Gemini sun, virgo rising, Aries Moon, taurus venus.

And my celebrity crush is Itsuki Fujiwara.

i see this being a very happy go lucky connection. it would feel like a new beginning for both of you, so you both go all out especially in the beginning. but i think it would be a case of the honeymoon phase. as in, the first few months would be insanely good with each other, pulling out all the stops to impress each other but when that momentum dies down you might feel deceived because you both start acting how you normally would rather than being excessive. you would have a period of clarity realising that it won't always be like it was in the beginning, but you also learn to accept each others true nature when the relationship feels more natural to you. it's nice to be swept off your feet but what will matter the most is the compassion and understanding you have for each other, and that can't happen until you both would deflate your egos. i think this connection would be a long term one, the potential to last a considerable amount of time. one of you might also be more pessimistic while the other is optimistic, so again your egos will be in an uncomfortable position. you might be easily frustrated with each other over small things but you would get over it quickly and laugh about it later on. i think you would have a lot of memories to look back on, especially from your super excited and enthusiastic phases. one of you would be the emotionally stable one and the other would be the materially stable one. you'd balance each other out, each bringing your own unique qualities to the connection. it honestly feels quite mature, you'd handle conflicts well but you also know how and when to let go and have fun, especially when making up after conflicts.

thank you so much for the exchange and for taking part in this game! there were so many things in your reading that are accurate, and what you said about sonny does feel pretty accurate he's a hard worker and is known to push himself to his limits, your reading really resonated! all the things you got right about me: me not giving anyone chances after they wronged me, protecting my peace is my priority, i love jelly sweets so much (it's funny you mentioned it for this reading because he doesn't like sweet things), and i love hot chocolate especially in winter. and it's nice to know i would balance out his hard working energy, there is nothing more i want than for him to take care of himself. and what you said about late night dates and walks and fancy restaurants resonates because other readings have mentioned this too. thank you!

[gogolstoelicker]

OB gang with albedo mc ?

Like at first they got the cold treatment (aka how albedo treated anyone and anything he wasn’t interested in)

Then slowly they warmed up and got to see the other side of them ( aka how albedo treated the traveler (kinda smug low-key flirty etc)

OB! gang with Albedo! MC

a/n: •FUCK THAT MAN HE DIDN'T COME HOME EVEN WHEN I WAS GUARANTEED

•if im being honest, albedo would probably be so interest in twst that he could not be cold to them. well maybe some of them but I'll make it work

warning:spoilers abt book 6(that i myself barely know about but here we are)

Friendly and popular, you gained fame for your alchemical talents. Though popular, you have an extreme distaste for social interactions. Barely anyone knows anything of your personal life as you are quite secretive about it.

Fueled by the feeling of enlightenment, you research about the things that pique your interest and once the feeling is gone, you lose all interest. Along with your alchemical genius, you're also a respectable artist.

Riddle:

he had heard u were really good at alchemy and making potions from trey who heard from ace

so he is very much curious about your world and how you got to know alchemy

start up a convo with u when he saw u in the middle of his walk

and you're sketching grim LMAOAOAOA

literally acted like u didn't know he was there bc you're sketching can't he see🙄

riddle thought it was kind of rude and pointed it out

still acted like u dont know

it takes u finsihing the grim drawing for u to even look at him

we all know hes angry so lets skip!!

riddle would like to know the basic alchemy of ur world and got absolutely flabbergasted when u showed him

"how the heck did a magicless student like you managed do that⁉️"

"but that is basic alchemy??" -u after turning dust to a bird

eventually,riddle had to cut the convo short bc he have a schedule to follow🤗so u went back to grim sketching

he tried to invite you to the unbirthday party bc he really enjoyed ur convo

but u declined it

but still went there bc the adeuce duo forced you LMAOAOAOA

so like kapoosh kapow the ob happened and a day after that he got interrogated by u

no break for riddle💀

u were very much interested in how he felt before and after the ob, if anything changes about him after the ob, what was it really that triggered the ob and-

CALM DOWN HES TRYING TO ANSWER ONE BY ONE

you're like "🤔hmm i see" the entire time with this serious face

u also gave him a potion for quick recovery so good for him!!(u gave everyone who overblot btw im just too lazy to write for all)

saw ur sketchbook one and saw some sketches of him

in both his ob form and how he is normally

"🧍why did u drew me"

"u carry a different aura and look different from how u usually do, it's quite fascinating"

"BUT IN THE MIDDLE OF MY OVERBLOT??"

multitasking royalty😂🙌who knew you could draw him while fighting him off

Leona:

you've seen some people with ears like him back in your world so you're not exactly as interested 🤷

even ur assistant have non-human like ears

tho u do wonder if there's anything different abt him since hes technically not from ur world

i dont think yall will interact much before the ob but after? and when book 3 is happening??

knowing how he acts, you're quite disappointed

"not only are u skilled but you're also quite knowledgeable. you could've been something greater if only you could muster up some motivation and ambition in you other than for the throne"

leona goes 🤨🤬you picking a fight or smth⁉️

but then also got goosebumps bc why is this small fry doing analysis of him and how come you know so much already😱

ruggie snickering beside him bc bro got called out so hard

bc hes pissed at u, he quite literally got an A on every single subject LMFOAOAOAOA

mans live off of spite (me too)

you did saw it and was quite pleased hes showing more of his potential

praised him so hard u made his ego bigger

is this... the feeling of recognition😍⁉️ -leona /hj

saw ur sketches of him during ur stay in savanaclaw in book 3

was surprised you captured every single detail about him, lowkey smug abt it

"you were staring at me so hard huh. you could've just asked if you wanted to draw me"

"oh? then by all means, strike up a pose for me. i would love to draw u again"

"...i never said yes, herbivore"

Azul:

not interested in you other than taking ur dorm for business + not interested in him at all

signed the contract anyway bc why not LMAOAOA

totally not bc grim was trying to get u to sign it so bad, no. not at all

anyways now you're homeless and is staying at savanaclaw

lets skip a lil bc i literally have nothing to say

yknow when the tweels tried to sabotage yall?

u literally fend them off using ur geo vision

them: 😧⁉️

they did report to azul

"but that bitch is magicless⁉️" is what he would say if hes not a professional businessman

hes sobbing and crying and clutching his contracts bc how dare⁉️

and u found out he is an octopus like after the blot so yknow what that means

"i would like to see u in that form, if you do not mind"

azul's glasses breaking bc he absolutely refused to

"😕😔a shame but it's alright" *starts studying that childhood pic of him instead*

azul standing right behind u🕴

he did ask why do u wanna see that form of his

and u go "that's something u wouldn't find in my world, i would like to know everything i could know"

the tweels agreed for a price btw

idk whats the price dont ask me

u sometimes visit the lounge bc that place is pretty as hell

notices how u would draw the place sometimes and the gear in his head was working so hard on how to get money from that

peeked into the sketchbook once

saw many sketches of him in his other form or what u think would be his other form

and the way its so accurate😧⁉️

🕴🕴- u and azul

Jamil:

i feel like u would recognize him for his many talents??

and would totally go "why are u hiding it if you know you could do it🤨🤔"

"i do not know what you're talking about☺" -jamil

u just shrug bc oh well. none of ur business

hes kind of glad u decided to drop the topic but also kinda :/ bc there goes his plan if u could see through him that easily

he is quite knowledgeable so u often ask him abt his homeland and their designs there and everything else bc

my god is scarabia pretty😍

u drew scarabia so often its not even funny anymore

and yknow those times he would like hypnotize kalim?

u knew smth was up but decided not to confront jamil abt it

he witnessed u eating a spider one time

he considered letting u go back to ur dorm out of fear LMFAOAOAA

u noticed him and asked if he would like some

U EVEN RECOMMENDED HIM SPIDERS TASTED GOOD WITH THIS AND THIS💀

he was on the verge of tears😔🙏rip jamil, he could've lived a normal life if life loved him enough

u finding out jamil and kalim is a little like subject 2 and u: 😱⁉️(trying to uh replace someone's position or smth)

after the entire blot stuff, he absolutely let u know if theres any bugs around

bc like hell is he fighting those bugs

you're delighted bc yes nutritious foods!!

jamil watching it all:

Vil:

you drew vil quite a lot since he's very pretty

vil is quite drawn to u from the start bc you're also very pretty

has heard of how great you are at making potions and alchemy from epel

so when the program thing happened, hes quite happy that he got to talk to you more

since he was living with u, he could see the many drawings of him and the others (vil and the non-vils. u totally don't play favorite)

vil seeing those beautiful sketches, thinking of ways to promote yalls group with ur talent

he did commission u for it and even offered to pay

u going k sure, i dont mind

vil posted the art on social media and it got so many attention💀

and yknow how vil is so popular and all? yeah so many people asked him to get in touch with u so they could commission u smth bc ur talent is just so😍😍🙏🙏‼️‼️

congrats⁉️it was supposed to be for their promotion but u accidentally got promoted as well

vil is very happy and proud

well after the whole overblot thing, u sometimes visit pomefiore for various other reasons

sometimes bc some famous ppl wanted to get in touch with u, sometimes u just wanna go potion potion with vil

Idia:

he is actually very thankful that you're not interested in him in any way

or so he thought

you're in fact very interested in him

his hair is quite unique to you + his creations are quite interesting to you

"woah unique robots😍" u 5 mins before disaster

and by that i meant a bigass hole in the dorm you're staying in LNFAOAO

so yknow how rook, epel and mc tried to save the others by going to this place they're supposedly brought to?(i dont think i missed anyone)

and my god are u taking ur time

"what is this fascinating creature?" *tries to eat it*

"PREFECT NO!!" -epel and rook

be thankful you're not from their world or else you would've overblot for that

idia and ortho seeing it all🕴🕴

and when idia and ortho came to see yall, you are even more delighted

"i would like to study you, if you do not mind"

idia bc its supposed to be the other way around:

epel, rook and ortho staring at u:

u did ask again after the whole incident and he def did not broke out in cold sweat

[yandere-daydreams]

wait actually another idea

we haven't talked much yet abt how the bots would be if you got them second hand, so much angsty potential >:3c

imagine an ayaka model who was in storage for about a year while her owner found someone to sell her too, the usually cute and shy model just warped to something so desperate to keep you around, so scared of leaving your side she won't let herself recharge for fear you'll just abandon her too

or a childe bot who was (among other things lol) used as a nanny bot watching ove rhis owner's kids, and does not cope well with suddenly being an empty nester (and of course that means when you fuck him dumb enough to scramble his brains a little he'll beg you to fill him up and give him a purpose again 🥰)

or even if you wanna go less angsty just like, a venti bot with his battery halfway fried who charges for too long and way too often (so don't leave :c what if you're not here for what little time he gets to be active, just stay at home always💞)

just; thots in my head

tw - unhealthy relationships, slight manipulation, controlling behavior, and slight breeding kinks.

i really, really like the Childe scenario - if only because it'd suit him so well. he's always been a family guy at-heart, and he's the happiest when he's looking after a whole pack rather than just a single user, and it's such a big change to go from a house filled with giggling toddlers and moody teens and tired parents to... this, to your quiet, little apartment, to hours of silence and solitude while you're away and he has no one to take care of. he doesn't blame you, obviously, and he'd never hate you, but you have to understand, he's just used to a certain kind of structure. he's just used to having a family, and as much as he knows about your busy schedule and demanding career. he just can't seem to fully understand why you can't give him one.

it bleeds through the most in how he treats you, how he fucks you. even if he knows, logically, that he won't be knocking anyone up, he can't seem to stop himself from bending you over, from pressing your knees to your chest while he thrusts as deeply as he can, from whispering all kinds of things about nurseries and cradles and big, happy families, in need of a nanny as dutiful as he is. you don't use contraception with him for obvious reasons, but you've caught him sorting through your drawers before, and on the rare occasion you bring someone else home, he doesn't get mad, doesn't get jealous, just grins and offers to run out for condoms or morning-after pills or whatever you need before miraculously 'forgetting', despite the fact that his memory card isn't capable of erasing information you haven't asked him to delete. when he cooks for you, which he almost always does, he always puts an emphasis on nutrients, on high-calorie counts, and he's out-right refused to make you coffee more than once, just laughing and explaining that drinks so acid aren't good for people 'in your state'.

you know it's probably just a learned preference, but you can't help but catch on the way his eyes linger on mothers toting newborns and fathers with giggling kids hanging off of their arms. you can't help but think that he really does miss it, that he really did like it, that he really still wants it.

you can't help but wonder what he'd be willing to do to get it back, if you don't give it to him on your own.

[duckymcdoorknob]

I Wonder Why

ITS ME, YA GIRL. BACK WITH ANOTHER LYRIC FIC!

This feels kinda rushed?? So it may not be the best.

Anyways Dion Dimucci is my fucking king so actually listen to the song I plug in.

This is lyric text, as per usual

No flashbacks this time!

Listen while you read!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡♡´･ᴗ･`♡♡´･ᴗ･`♡︎

Enjoy!!

Ships: Asahi Azumane x gn!reader

Warnings: None!

Prompt: When Asahi begins to exhibit uncharacteristically ludicrous actions, his friends make him wonder why he suddenly had a change of heart.

Tags: General taglist! @lisiwalker, @rebloging-everything, @fushigum , @littlebbyleesfw, @rachi-roo

@asahisimpnation @screamin-abt-haikyuu fellow Asahi simps I think may enjoy this.

Don’t know why I love you like I do...

Asahi had never found himself having to defend his decisions before. He always made the right choices; no matter the time, place or circumstance. He wore the correct fashions, knew correct answers and seemingly made correct calls in volleyball.

He never had to defend his decisions.

He always knew just what to do.

He carefully planned his every move.

That is... until you came along.

You electrified his life. You sparked the vague tinge of adventure in him. Asahi used to map out and psychoanalyze every thing he ever did. Now? He simply rides the tide, not caring to overthink the consequences.

His friends and teammates noticed the sudden change in him. It was as if he had adopted an entirely new persona within a minute.

When Asahi was asked as to why he now just closes his eyes and leaps, he replied in one way:

“Don’t know why I do.”

“Well you’ve gotta have some kind of reason.” Daichi said in exasperation, sitting down at the library table and bringing two drinks with him.

Don't know why I love you.

“I really don’t know, Daichi.” He muttered in return, happily accepting the green tea he was handed.

“Something had to have brought it forth.” Suga replied nonchalantly, cautiously sipping the lemonade that Daichi had brought for him.

Don't know why I care.

“I honestly don’t know. Maybe I just matured. What if I wanna just be tough and wild for once?”

“Yeah no one who’s tough or wild would ever say that, dude.” Suga teased, chuckling softly as he turned the page in his book.

“Let me ask you this.” Daichi started, “What’s your goal here? What do you want?”

“What I want?”

“Yes. What do you gain from this change of heart?”

‘I just want your love to share…’

I wonder why, I love you like I do.

After that day, It didn’t take his friends long to realize why Asahi had changed. He wasn’t exactly hiding his adoration for you.

He was laughing a little too much at your stupid jokes, he was always walking you home after school so that you would “get home safely.”, he was bringing you a treat every Friday, because he knows that when your Chem teacher has your tests scheduled for.

Asahi was smitten with you. He loved you, point blank, period.

He’d known it for a while.

Is it because I think you love me too?

He’d known the day that you snorted when he made you laugh, he knew when you “fell” down with him when he slipped in the cafeteria, he knew when he first met your eye and you smiled at him.

I wonder why, I love you like I do, like I do.

All these little things.

What did they mean?

They’re just casual things that happen to people! You’re a kind person, you would’ve done it for anyone. But something within him still made his heart pound and his face heat up. What if you did like him?

I told my friends that we would never part.

As the three third years met once again, as they have every Friday, the Ace’s nerves seemed to be at an apex. He was going to ask for help with making you his partner, he just didn’t know where to start.

“Guys I got a confession to make.” Asahi said quietly, interrupting the absolute silence of the library.

Daichi and Suga looked up at him with just a tinge of anxiety in their minds.

Asahi sighed out a breath, “I’m-“

“Plotting against the vice principal?” Daichi asked in a teasing manner.

“What? No I’m-“

“Harboring a fugitive in your backyard?” Suga interrupted

“Suga no! I’m-“

“A secret agent?”

“Daichi!”

“Sorry, sorry.” The captain chuckled, “Go ahead.”

“I think I’m in love…” the ace sighed, “with (Y/N).”

The other two third years turned to each other and blinked slowly, smiles plastered across their features.

“Nooooo. Really?” Suga asked, feigning innocence.

“We never could’ve guessed.” Daichi teased, chuckling heartily.

“We’ll fine then!” Asahi pouted, sucking the inside of his cheek in annoyance, “I won’t tell you guys anything ever again.”

They often said that you would break my heart.

I wonder why they think that we will part, we will part.

“We’re only teasing you, Asahi.” Daichi replied with a small snort, “What’s your plan now?”

“What?”

“I mean where do you want to go from here?” The captain quirked a brow, staring at his spiker.

Asahi grew slightly agitated, “Stop asking me such open ended questions! You know how indecisive I am!”

“Hey, hey! Just think about it.” Daichi rose his hands in defense, “Are you really sure? I mean look at how much you’ve changed since you met them-“

“And I’ve only changed for the better!” Asahi replied matter-of-factly, “I know that you’re worried you’re gonna lose me, but I was friend married to both of you first so.”

Sugawara rose his hand to cover his mouth as giggles leaked out of it.

“I’m trying to be genuine here!”

Daichi soon followed as a strand of laughs fell from him too.

“You guys are assholes. This is spouse harassment.”

And after waiting for his friends to fall out of their fits of laughter, that were a bit too loud for the library, Asahi finally got the advice he wanted.

When you're with me, I'm sure you're always true.

When Asahi invited you to join him and the team on their weekly outing, you were delighted to be considered.

Unbeknownst to you, this was all an elaborate scheme among the third years to get the ace to confess to you.

“Okay but who even chose to go to the park?” Nishinoya whined, flopping dramatically against his bus seat partner, Tanaka.

“Relax, Noya. It’ll be fun!” You cooed, turning around and sticking your tongue out at him.

“Ehhh. Alright alright.” The libero replied in an amused tone, “oh look we’re here!”

The team all filed off of the bus and across the park, each member being engrossed in a new aspect of the nature, you decided to go off toward a sunflower field on a hill.

When I'm away, I wonder what you do.

“Guys this is it!” Asahi beamed, clearly giddy about his friends’ plan for success.

“Well, go catch up with them! We’ll be up in a few!” Suga replied, matching his excitement.

The ace ran happily up the hill, and through the field, scanning the area to find you.

You, however, had already taken heed to settle yourself among the flowers and in the field.

Asahi carefully trudged in the field, eager to find you and execute his plan.

There was no need to search, you had just been waiting to pounce on your friend.

I wonder why I'm sure you're always true.

Asahi broke into laughter, that was bright and bubbly, as you perked up behind two sunflowers, using them as googly eyes.

As you joined his laughter, the other third years watched in hopes of his wishes coming true.

“Haha! Geez, I love you.” Asahi says breathily, wiping a tear from his eye.

Always true…

Suga and Daichi almost physically facepalmed… nice going, Asahi.

“I- w- uh- i mean-“

“I- w- uh-“ you teased, grabbing both of his hands and planting a feather-light kiss on his lips.

“Well… he used the wrong method, but got the correct result.” Suga whispered to Daichi.

In which the captain replied, “S’like Hinata in math class.“

Suga’s eyes widened as he slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at the tender moment. He pushed Daichi along with him and made his way toward the second years.

As you broke apart from the heartfelt moment, you felt your cheeks heat up quickly.

Did you really just do that??

Before you knew it, Asahi was trying his best to keep himself from losing it. He was snickering visibly, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut.

“To think I had this whole pick up line, that Daichi picked out for me, and you just kiss me right when I’m up at the bat.” The ace said with a bit of a struggle.

“Oh please, tell me the, most likely shitty, pickup line.”

“You’re under arrest!” He cooed, poking at your shoulder, “for stealing my heart.”

“Pffffff- oh…. oh god… that, that was awful.”

And soon enough, your lovely duo exploited into amused laughter, still holding each other’s hands.

It seemed that laughter was the thing that had brought you two the closest together.

Whether it was the secret chuckles between your overly comedic matchmakers, or your own loud and proud belly laughs at each others’ shenanigans.

He wondered why.

And it was always you…

——————✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞———————

[illumilu]

there’s only one bed” - illumi zoldyck x reader

a/n: a very stereotypical cliche for fanfics, but, yk what? cringe makes the world go round. so here, have my drabbling of what would happen if you were to spend an unwanted night in the same hotel bed as the adultrio. i feel like i may have made this way too long again, but who cares?? this time it’s with illumi! aka loml ...

summary: after a lengthy car trip, you arrive at the hotel with illumi, but to your horror (wink wink), there’s only one bed. including: you dreaming abt him when he’s literally right in front of you (embarrassing). this is part two of a three-part series, with the adultrio. hisoka is already written and chrollo will be coming soon!

warnings: no particular trigger warnings, lowercase intended, a lot of fluff! and cuddling! only on your part though, since illumi is basically awkwardness personified... no nsfw <3

illumi zoldyck:

- the trip to the hotel had taken 6 hours. 6 hours in which you had fallen asleep multiple times, cramped your legs, somehow made every sleeping position dangerously uncomfortable, cracked your neck and twisted your back, possibly to the point of no return.

- for mr zoldyck, or rather, “illumi”, as he had instructed you to call him, the trip was no problem. his upbringing, which consisted of mainly torture, included staying awake for as long as a fortnight at a time. 6 hours may as well have been a few minutes. 

- “the silent son of the zoldycks” was his reputational nickname, or, rather, “lifeless koi fish”, as your friend, hisoka, enjoyed calling him. either way, illumi was not going to let a car ride tire him.

- when you had first met him, he had scared you. a lot. the entire “trained dangerous traumatised assassin” storyline was one that felt like a threat. you were undoubtedly taking a risk by working with him, but it was one you were willing to; it may have been twisted, but murder was your forte, and you were searching for a partner.

- over time, you had grown to be less intimidated by him.

- you were now colleagues with him, working on a new assassination.

- shockingly, planning murder took time, and who better to plan it with than the assassin himself? you had spent the past day on a “business trip”, paid for by illumi’s grandfather, where you sized up the area and familiarised yourself with yorknew.

- all for the big night.

- tonight was the day before the murder of the ten dons.

- illumi and kalluto would carry out the murder, while you made sure everything went smoothly, via a small mic attached to his clothes. the entire operation was based on trust, and would therefore be executed like clockwork.

- you had taken the necessary mental images and kept the targets in mind; all that was left was a night at a pre-booked hotel and then it would be go-time.

- you had assumed that the hotel would be high-class, with doormen, perhaps some marble flooring and pillars - it was the zoldycks who were paying, after all, and you knew they had money to spare. 

- “we’re here.” illumi stated blankly, face reflecting in the window. admittedly, he did look a little bit like a koi fish.

- you nudged past him to look out of the window, leaning over to get a good view.

- oh.

- it seemed you had made quite the overestimation. it was a simple, plain building with a few stories. no doormen or extravagance could be sighted.

- you supposed keeping a low profile was important, but the depressing accommodation was somehow making you wearier.

- the two of you didn’t exchange any conversation on the way up to your room, but you were used to that. 

- you and illumi had met around 5 months ago, and most of it had been comfortable silence. you hadn’t expected it to be like that - in all honesty, you had expected him to kill you - but illumi seemed... calm around you. 

- it was probably because you shared such an odd passion with him; the logistics of murder. you assumed it gave him a chance to loosen his harsh demeanour and enjoy himself. the both of you had worked on multiple murders together, focusing on theory and planning, but this was a huge assassination. nevertheless, you knew he could pull it off; illumi was smart, you had to give him that.

- finally, you arrived at your hotel room, sighing from the lengthy stairway winding up to your unnecessarily high room. you assumed it was for safety purposes, but for god’s sake; why did safety have to be so enervating?

- illumi pushed the door open, and you walked in with him. finally, you could catch some rest.

- except, you couldn’t. 

- a singular bed placed in the middle of the room.

- “why.” you thought to yourself tiredly. 

- you stood there silently, waiting for him to say something. 

- then, you remembered that he was illumi. he obviously wouldn’t see anything wrong with the situation. 

- the bastard.

- it didn’t help that he gave you no visible reaction when you stared at him with your face scrunched up expectantly, as if to ask what his plan was.

- “is there a problem, y/n?” illumi asked, his tone flat as usual.

- you took a deep, worn out breath, clearing your throat.

- after a bit, you shook your head. this was strictly professional. illumi wouldn’t do anything, because he was illumi. nothing would happen.this was an important night, where rest and a clear mind were essential. blame it on the fatigue, and nothing else. you were just exhausted. there was nothing else to it. nothing.

- “no. i’m just a little tired.” you dismissed.

- a silence skimmed past.

- “my grandfather... he often tends to be absentminded. occasionally, he forgets to do certain things, or plan them correctly, i suppose. you could say this is a prime example of such.”

- “zeno forgot another goddamn bed, hm?” you laughed nervously.

- illumi stared at you once again, blinking a few times, in a methodical manner, face neutral and robotic. you smiled awkwardly and remembered that he was not one to laugh at jokes. or anything, for that matter. 

- you wondered if he laughed at bloodshed. or maybe hisoka.

- “i’m going to... go to set up my stuff now.” 

- turning your back to illumi, you winced at the uncomfortable air. even after all your time with him, you never learnt to stop trying to lighten the mood. the mood was literally just always unnatural, in some way. that was another one of illumi’s specialties.

- after some time, in which you had finalized tomorrow's plan and each changed into comfortable clothes, you watched illumi tie his hair up from across the room. 

- his hair had always fascinated you. 

- you had always wanted to touch it. honestly, even when you had first met him, apart from his magnetic eyes, you had been drawn to his hair. you imagined it felt like silk sheets, caressing over one’s hands as smoothly as honey. you were glad he grew it out; in fact, upon seeing his teenage photos, you had laughed so hard you ended up getting a nosebleed from hitting your face. illumi had been left in confusion for a while.

- you realized how random you sounded. why were you reminiscing so much? 

- shaking yourself back to your senses, you admired as he artfully twisted his hair into a loose bun, strands of hair cupping his elegant, pale face.

- what a beautiful koi fish.

- most people couldn’t compute that illumi had true, human feelings. after all, it would be hard to believe a man like him felt anything. but, of course, he did, unhealthily so. he channeled all his trauma and hurt into his villainy, and received happiness from his villainy, anger from his villainy and occasionally fear from his villainy.  however, there was one emotion he could never grasp. he hated himself for it, but soon realised he could manipulate his hatred into villainy, too.

- illumi was a man who could manipulate anyone or anything he wished. 

- except himself.

- internally, he had always felt at a loss whenever he confronted his emotions. but, after he had met you, something had changed. as he caught you staring at his hair through the hotel mirror, he couldn’t help but feel something small stir inside of his stomach. not evil, not happiness, not hatred, not anger. perhaps, friendship?

- this tinge of new emotion inside of him initially made him feel uneasy, but that worry morphed into giddiness, a childish high buzzing somewhere in his core.

- eventually, he stood up to face you and suggested going to sleep. you checked the time on the wall clock. 8 in the evening. well, illumi had always been particular. you agreed that rest was essential for tomorrow.

- you hesitantly took the left side, and, upon seeing your choice, illumi followed to lie on the right.

- after a few minutes, you looked back at him, noticing illumi fell asleep abnormally quickly. you furrowed your brow quizzically at the rock-like manner he was in. frankly, he looked like a plank when he slept. you almost laughed, but held it in for his sake. 

- he had a very specific sleep schedule, as did the other zoldycks. he could go to sleep immediately at his own command, and stayed perfectly still as he did so. he woke up at 5 in the morning every single day, without fail, almost like he had some sort of alarm clock planted in his body. 

- looking at him lying there like a block, you smiled softly. illumi was quite the conundrum to you. you often speculated whether he ever got what he deserved; love, affection, anything really. you knew about his past from when he had told you nonchalantly, within a few weeks of your acquaintance. you always hoped he’d find someone to love him, but doubted whether people would bother looking beyond his bleak surface, and into his excellent mind. lost in thought, you found yourself getting drowsier. you also fell asleep generally quickly, limbs aching from the stupid car ride.

- the night passed.

- illumi was the first to wake up at 5am, stoic and in the same place he had fallen asleep in. no surprise there.

- but you. 

- that was the first thing he saw when his eyes opened.

- he did not expect you to be lying on him lazily, snuggling into his body, arm and leg comfortably wrapped around his side. you were breathing lightly, face burrowing onto the ridge of his chest.

- i suppose you didn’t expect to be there either, which he realized, but the point still remained.

- why were on you his chest.

- “y/n.”

- no answer.

- illumi could have pushed you away; in fact, he could have blown you 983 metres away (his personal record). 

- but he didn’t.

- it wasn’t the thought of disturbing your comfort that stopped illumi from hurling you into oblivion. it wasn’t the fact that he explicitly enjoyed it, either. he remembered that the mission was today; if he were to wake you, and you hadn’t slept enough, you wouldn’t be at your upmost performance.

- the murder of the ten dons was his priority, right? yes. it was. there was no doubt about it. that was the only and final reason he wouldn’t wake you. end of discussion. 

- so, illumi stayed there, waiting for you to wake up and get off of him. 30 minutes passed, and he watched you for every single one.

- hard as it was to admit, watching you rise and fall in sync with his chest made the spark of emotion in his core grow fervently. what had that foreign feeling been? yesterday, he had settled at friendship, but now he wasn’t so sure.

- you looked so peaceful while you slept. less confusing. he remembered the time you had accidentally complimented his hair when the two of you had first met. he had found that amusing. he remembered the time you got a nosebleed from hitting your face too hard - it was after laughing at his teenage pictures, which perplexed him greatly. he remembered the times you two had sat together, working and theorizing on missions, accidentally meeting eyes or brushing hands. one time, you had dipped one of his pins in ink and scratched his name on some paper “for fun”. you had handed it to him and, for some unknown reason, the scrap was still tucked safely in his wallet. your unrivaled intelligence, your idiotic sense of humour, your smile, your lack of common sense, your twinkling eyes that so ironically contrasted his, everything. everything crossed his mind while he lay there.

- illumi found it strange how people remembered the oddest things at the oddest times. 

- why did he think of that now, as you were sleeping? even worse, on the day of a meticulously planned assassination. why couldn’t he manipulate his emotions to stop fluctuating around you so much?

- it all frustrated him.

- why had he let you call him by “illumi” so quickly? mr zoldyck would have been fine. and why had he been so lenient with your antics? no one else got to touch his pins. why did he feel like keeping you on his chest forever, and keeping you safe? most importantly, why was he thinking about you so much?

- his contemplation came to a halt when he heard you stir a little in your sleep.

-  finally, you’d wake up and he could forget about this entire problem.

- he watched you, expecting you to get up soon.

- you began shuffling around, brushing against his chest, and soon your eyes fluttered open, hazy and glazed over. it almost seemed like you were still in a dream, in some sort of half-sleep.

- “huh?” you whispered quietly, still lying on illumi. you looked up lazily, meeting eyes with him.

- “oh... i get it...” you hummed quietly, falling back onto his chest.

- he furrowed his brows.

- “why are you here?” you hugged him from the side, softly laughing at your ridiculous dream. he tensed up at you embracing him, but soon relaxed after realizing what was going on.

- illumi looked at you, one eyebrow raised. did you... think you were dreaming?

- to be honest, he found it kind of entertaining, the way you were fawning over him. if he let you stay there, he could figure out a lot of things about his newly found emotion. it could be worth it. just not today.

- illumi came back to his senses fairly quickly; you were obviously awake now, so why couldn’t you get off of him already?

- “y/n.”

- “mmm? what? so serious all the damn timeee, illum-” 

- “you aren’t dreaming. get off.”

- SHIT

- SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

- you jolted off him immediately, staring down at illumi zoldyck. 

- the real illumi zoldyck.

- oh my god what. what. what. what.

- every nerve in your body began to panic, and, in the stress of trying to find the correct words to say, you just ended up making some sort of incomputable “aaaahhh” noise and jumping off the bed.

-  illumi had finally gotten up and was now staring concernedly at you.

- an awkward pause.

- “let me just start by saying i did not-”

- “y/n. we have more pressing priorities for today. i don’t care.”

- illumi zoldyck had lied. even to himself. he did care. and so what if he ignored it until it festered so intensely inside of him he couldn’t do anything but tell you? he cared about you. and he knew it.

- “ok. you’re right. you’re right! illumi. one question. was i like that the whole night?”

- “i don’t know. i woke up at 5 and you were there.”

- you looked at the clock. it was 6am? what had he been doing for an hour? you opened your mouth to ask but closed it soon after. you recalled your thoughts about illumi growing up void of affection, or love, or appreciation. 

- some questions were best left unanswered.

- “how long was i... mumbling like that?”

- “a few minutes.”

- you gulped. there were a few things you had to come to terms with. shutting your eyes firmly, you apologised profusely, annoyed at yourself.

- “y/n. i don’t care.” he lied once again.

- “you’re right!” you rambled - “the ten dons are today! it doesn’t matter what i said... none of it matters, we can both just forget it!”

- you sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than anyone.

- “so all we need to do is go over the plan one last time, get kalluto, and then we’ll carry it out, and soon enou-”

- “stop it. you’re wasting time. just go and get ready.”

- you sighed and smiled weakly. on the inside, you were sure your soul had died a little.

- while you left to change, overcome by embarrassment, illumi lingered by the bed for a few seconds. he tried to push down whatever he was currently feeling, but it was no use. the feeling in his core had risen up to his throat, a burst of something waiting to leave his lips. 

- for the first time in a while, illumi zoldyck smiled. not at murder, or at power, or fulfillment, or achievement, or even villainy.

- illumi zoldyck had smiled at the thought of you.

- let’s just say illumi had trouble focusing on his mission. 

i am honestly so fucking sorry you had to read that whole thing. the way i am literally in love with illumi zoldyck and ended up writing 2857 words bye bye bye i’m so sorry!!! PLZ what?? anyways,, i feel like i heavily underwrote hisoka now, since i did such a prologue thing for this! honestly i feel like this one came out a little boring, im sorry again AAAAA just agh; chrollo should b coming when i have time but i have exams rn so idkkkk hh

either way, likes or reblogs or whatever are super appreciated, but don’t feel forced to or anything! either way, i feel like no one’s gonna see this with my reach LMAOO but anyways thank you for reading, if you made it here! feedback and tips for writing on here are always helpful :)

[perhapsthanatos]

10:32 pm with yuta ♡

nct’s yuta x fem!reader (got inspired by a dream of mine & found the idea really cute)

alternate title: be the james dean to my audrey hepburn

genre: fluff. a pinch of angst. non idol au. badboy!yuta au.

word count: 1400~

playlist: chinatown by wild nothing, lover’s rock by tv girl & work this time by king gizzard and the lizard wizard.

warnings: featuring johnny (not a warning though). smoking cigarettes. cursing. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: hi i was supposed to post a vampire!haechan fic but i really wasnt happy w it in general :( the plot or overall idea of the fic was really good, but i just felt as if i didnt do it justice so here we are :( but ngl, i kind of like this concept more? maybe bc i can see it more vividly? idk, i feel like my writings r getting repetitive & its getting on my nerves lmaoo this is getting long im sorry do u guys even read this part anyway? i would also like to apologize abt the amount of projecting im doing lmao ive been having some rough days & i love my sister but hate being compared to her so often so this is a way for me to rant abt it ig? also so sorry its coming out a little later bc i woke up late today (& procrastinated for the rest of it so here i am posting really late at night) & decided to go to the convenience store to get ice cream (& a ton of other bad shit pls dont do this its rlly unhealthy) for breakfast bc i can :) any who, enjoy lovelies <3

“oh my, y/n! you’ve grown up so well! just like your sister!”

“oh! i’m sorry i’ve almost mistaken you for your sister! y/n is your name, correct?”

“y/n, darling, you are looking so dashing! you really do resemble your sister, don’t you?”

“ah, you must be y/n! i’ve heard all about you and your sister from your father!”

you swear that your reddening cheeks are threatening to fall off any moment now from all the fake smiling. the hundreds of superficial compliments, the insincere flattery and the need for these people to constantly compare you to your godforsaken sister makes you feel even weaker than you are. it gets harder and harder to keep up with a big persona that isn’t at all you. as lucky as you are to live such a lavish lifestyle, you can’t help but hate how your family has to be so perfect. you hate how you have never fit in with them, even if you are so good at faking it. you hate how you have always been stuck in your sister’s shadow, constantly haunted with the reminder that you yourself aren’t good enough. you hate how you now have to entertain the rich and brainless guests at your parent’s gala because she’s gone for some stupid prodigy competition and everyone is only talking about her in front of your face. so what if she’s better the better sister? you still have the right to earn respect, right?

you’re exhausted from all the small talk. your facade gets more brittle by the second under all the pressure. your body feels as if it's gonna give out due to your brain shutting down after all that interacting. you try to keep on going with the night as it unravels itself by being the perfectly poised poster child, trying to make your parents proud. but alive yet almost completely devoid, you decide enough was enough. what if you left right now? no one would notice, would they?

after pulling up your phone discreetly to send a few text messages, you pass through lots of people dressed in gold and finery in a way that wouldn’t have you noticed right away. keep your head down and don’t you dare make eye contact with anyone. nearing the end of the room, grabbing the first glass of whatever alcohol you see and downing it in one gulp, you start walking away as quickly as possible from the ballroom. “ignorant privileged fucks,” you angrily whisper to no one in particular, setting the now empty glass on whatever surface and begin to head to the main exit where no one could spot you running away.

“and what do you think you’re doing here, miss?”

a voice interrupts you, looking up you see that it is your father’s head butler; johnny. he is dressed in a simple black suit that makes him appear taller than he is. his long brown hair is slicked back and his bowtie seems brand new. you have known the man since he started working in your household less than ten years back. you were a reckless child, often trying to find ways to sneak out, finding a way to escape from this life and he sympathized with you. after all, he could barely imagine living your life, never catching a break for yourself and always pretending to be someone you weren’t. he often helped planning when you would sneak out into the night, scheduling things like what time you should leave and what time you should be back, more specifically a time when no one would notice. he would take care of your form of transportation and have your location on at all times, just to be extra safe. as much as he wants you to have fun and have a bit of freedom, he still worries that something might happen to you. because of all this, you two have grown to have a very strong bond. you could confidently say that he is most definitely a parental figure in your life since your parents (and even your sister) are often overseas for work.

“what do you think i’m doing? you think i wanna be in a room with those half-baked bipeds? fuck no!”

“i know, i was just joking. you looked like you were about to explode in there, i wish i could help.” he laughs, pulling out his phone preparing what you might need. “so what will it be for today? the driver? we just need to pay him to keep his mouth shut. a taxi? it’s cheaper than paying the driver, but you still need to pay… not like that’s a problem for you though. maybe an uber would be good enough—“

“actually, i got myself covered. thanks.”

his jaw slightly drops and his eyebrows furrow. he looks straight at you in shock. “what do you mean you got yourself covered?”

you look down at your feet, a nervous habit. “i got myself a ride, you don’t need to help me. i’ll be back as soon as dawn comes.”

he raises his eyebrow. “who’s your ride?”

“doesn’t matter,” you glance down at your phone seeing a notification and wave a goodbye, leaving rather suddenly. “i gotta go, i’ll text you when you need to open the gates!”

“y/n! wait! who’s your ride— and she’s gone.” johnny sighs, watching as you run towards the front gates, tossing your stiletto heels away on the grass while you’re at it. he heads back inside, silently hoping you’ll be fine.

knocking the window of the old black mustang parked outside behind the big bushes, the driver rolls down his window and sends the most charming smile.

yuta in his black beanie, long blonde hair, worn out doc martens, signature leather jacket and black skinny jeans. it almost makes you laugh on how he wears the same thing almost everyday but still manages to look so good.

he is most notable for having a big bad boy reputation and you knew that he was the breath of fresh air you needed in your life. a person who can understand having the pressure of having to be or to fulfill your persona. a person you can completely be yourself around. a person who is full of warmth no matter how cold he may seem on the outside.

“get in, princess.”

and that was all you needed. you tiredly walked to the other door and sat yourself in the car. rolling his window back up, he looks at you. you are wearing a simple yet stunning black dress along with silver jewelry adorned on your neck and wrists. your makeup is perfectly done but still struggles to hide the fog in your eyes. he has the sudden urge to clear them away. he softens at the sight of you. no one is perfect, but he finds you being perfect enough without ever having to dress up.

“where to?” he asks as gently as he could. he knows that you are most vulnerable during these moments and that it is hard to finally break down your walls after a day full of stress, so he doesn’t pry immediately. all he wants to do is to keep you here, safe and away from your burdens and for you to stay comfortable with him, even if it couldn't be for long. but is that too selfish of him to ask? he hates how you hate your life and it is taking every bone in his body to not run away with you. but who is he to tell you what to do or what to change anyway? all he can do for now is try to find a way to make you genuinely smile.

“take me anywhere,” you whisper to the latter. “i just want to be as far from myself and my life as possible. miles away or the nearest convenience store, just take the long way home before dawn.”

you look down at the cup holders, spotting an open cigarette box. you tug one out of the nineteen and light it with the lighter you kept in your pocket. you lean back and close your eyes. he only admires as you bring the cigarette to your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke afterwards. letting the radio play quietly, he starts the car and begins to drive away from the mansion. he can’t help but wonder how you (an elegant daughter) and him (a bad boy) are millions of worlds apart, but more similar than you think.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[wickedpact]

your regularly scheduled ttt Thots

first main thought: sad. sad sad sad. poor achilles

second main thought: i was thinking abt this as i went to sleep but the difference in 'what an author wants to communicate with a piece of media' and 'what an audience wishes to take from a piece of media' are two different things that ive never thought of much before.

i mean when i read ttt issues, what i want is Lore. i want to learn about the characters, i want to see what makes them tick, i want to learn about their relationships with each other and see how they grow over the years. but thats not necessarily what the authors want to explore with their stories-- like, the nicky story tells you actually very little about nicky as a person or nicky and joe's relationship (at least it doesnt tell you anything we dont already know), and thats not really seemingly the point of the story itself.

but anyways.

ACHILLLESSSSSS

i was honestly expecting smth very different from this one, primarily bc the blurb mentioned andy 'returning' after leaving achilles and i thought that meant her returning to the squad. and bc booker became immortal around the time andy was with achilles, i thought this story would be about them meeting and the obvious clash they would have over andy mourning her relationship (that ended due to her immortality, that she had to let go of due to her immortality) and booker refusing to end his relationships bc he doesnt have the experience there that andy had.

but 'returning' meant returning to her and achilles' house and her finding out how she died, which. rip. i just kind of assumed he died of old age.

AND IT SUCKS bc she left specifically so he wouldnt get hurt, and all she ended up rlly doing is leaving him to die violently alone

i was kind of upset we didnt rlly learned much abt their relationship (what did andy love abt achilles? what did he love abt her? what did they spend their days doing after they retired?) i did love the little bits showing how the two were different, especially in regards to how his life as a runaway slave affected him (and didnt affect andy)

something something andy's immortality granted her the confidence to set aside her weapons so thoroughly for so long, while achilles' past as a slave and respective mortality didnt allow him to be so hasty

but anyways the fact that andy wanted peace so bad-- i mean, like ive said before, we kind of see some of the worst of andy (well, maybe not the worst worst of her) even within the movie. but regardless of how much andy is tired of humanity's shit and how much she likes to swing her axe, she's still a person who wants peace and quiet and safety at the end of the day like anyone else.

its one of a million things i like abt andy. she can be a vengeful god and a doting mother and a thousands-year-long mourning daughter and a tired mercenary & on top of all of those Layers(TM) she can be Just A Person Who Wants Peace. her multitudes are wild to think abt sometimes, how many lives she's led

'but the older she gets the harder she finds conjuring their love in her memory when she comes here. all thats left is the hate and rage that destroyed this place. and that will last forever' 😭

tbh this issue is kind of a monument to how much the immortals lose to bigotry & hatred

and speaking of, the nicky one was alright. like i said you dont really... . learn much abt nicky or joeandnicky. i mean

1. nicky misses joe when hes gone. shocker

2. nicky kills violent racists. double shocker

3. all the violence and hatred nicky witnesses over this period bothers him. huge shocker!

i mean nothing it goes over is a surprise and (unpopular opinion here) im not usually a fan of shmoopy romantic stuff. joe's speech is a huge exception to me and i think its bc the speech is Romance With A Point. that speech isnt just a bunch of flowery sentiments, but it actually tells the viewer quite a bit about joe and nicky's relationship.

(i remember in one of luca's interviews he mentioned that, while reading the tog script, he wondered what a 900 year long relationship would be like, but the answer to his question was pretty much all in the van speech.)

also i think ive mentioned this before, but i tend not to like joenicky fics where joe or nicky have a Big Speech for the other bc pretty much all other romantic sentiment pales in comparison to the van speech for me. and nicky's letter in this story is the same way for me. you can read the whole thing here if you want (the rest of the dialogue within this story is mostly just confederates being racist and nicky being like 'thats nice' before he kills them lmao)

i dunno the whole thing is like. im so sad and lonely. and im killing a bunch of people and that sucks. and im so lonely. and sad. did i mention i was killing people. the sun is mocking me. these clouds symbolize the storm in my heart. im so lonely. and also sad.

i dunno, it didnt unzip me. tho i like how the wine was spiked with that sweet 'joe as the sun' symbolism, love that for us

its also kind of ironically Another TTT Story dealing with 'nicky is killing a bunch of people and hes having a crisis over it'. ive said before, im not a big fan of nicky angst personally + the fact that there isnt much here to actually learn abt nicky + the fact i wasnt huge for nicky's Poetic Liberties + the lack of a solo joe to match this solo nicky kind of made me 'eh' abt it. it wasnt poorly written or anything! i just wasnt ham for it

like with the other ones (moon landing one for instance) even when there was stuff i wasnt huge for, there was other stuff i liked, like most of us didnt care for the depiction of joe and nicky's argument in that story, but the stuff with andy and joe arguing about the moon was cute, and the stuff with nicky and Booker's Relationship Advice was cute. but for this one it was mostly just the letter. and i wasnt huge for the letter, haha

also. mutton chop man

god did this to me bc i bitched too much abut the goatee. he saw my weakness and punished me for it

BUT HOLY FUCK DID YALL SEE THE SHAKESPEARE SONNET QUOTE IN THERE???? ? SONNET 43 BABEY EVERY DAY WE GROW CLOSER TO GODS LIGHT