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[starpros-sunshine]

sometimes (often) I think about that translators note in daydream that said that the "bedtime story" could be read as "pillow talk" and that that's actually the more common usage of that kanji and. I can't finish the sentence but I am swept away by a sea of emotions

[sheyfu]

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬?

𝖿𝗍: 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈 + 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈 x 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗈

— 𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍; 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗍; 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌; 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿; 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽-𝗎𝗉? 𝗂𝖽𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗁 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 😓😓😓

— 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝖼; 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾; 𝖨 𝖧𝖮𝖯𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖦𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝖶𝖨𝖫𝖫 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖨𝖥𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖥𝖩𝖲𝖥 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗁𝗆 𝗆𝗁𝗆; 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 (?); proofread! (𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗂𝖾 @dreamisols 𝖨𝖫𝖸𝖸𝖸𝖸); also 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐 𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗁𝗁𝖾 𝖨 𝖧𝖮𝖯𝖤 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖫𝖨𝖪𝖤 𝖨𝖳𝖳𝖳𝖳 <33333

𝗐𝖼: 3.5𝗄 (𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗆𝗀)

the sounds of rushed keyboard clicking and muffled shouts sound around the dimly lit room.  

“i’m telling you they’re in A!” a whiny voice sounds through a headset, frustrated that their own teammates won’t listen.  

“no, stupid! who goes for A in split?” another voice interjects, this time rough and degrading. 

their shallow argument continues as the game progresses—even getting worse, as both are killed due to their carelessness. 

“ladies, ladies. calm down now, yeah?” a smooth voice interrupts, shutting the two players up. “if both of you weren’t soooo obsessed with each other, maybe you would’ve noticed them rushing to B…you dimwits!” you scoff and mute them, holding yourself back from smashing your keyboard and throwing your mouse at your computer.

“stuupid…” a tired and lazy voice slurs out from beside you as you continue to grumble about players like them.

“i swear to god sei, these people are the fucking worse! i’m just trying to play the damn game and they won’t shut the fuck up–”

“BOO”

“AAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK?!”

your rant gets cut off by the door slamming open and the bright fluorescent lights turning on. you try to get back into the game and finish your two remaining enemies off, but you end up getting killed after blindly walking into enemy territory. luckily your duo, nagi seishiro, pulls through and clutches the game. 

“guys, guess what!” 

you slowly turn around with a scowl on your face. “mikage reo..” 

“hello to you too, my dear sibling! look! i had this made at- AAAAAAH”

“so anyways, as i was saying before i got rudely interrupted..” reo places an emphasis on ‘rudely’ while looking at you with a scowl—bandaged face mirroring yours perfectly.

“it’s not my fault! i was just doing my shit and trying to prove a point, you eggplant!” you quip, grabbing a pillow.

“oh please! just admit you’re a shit player!” the purple-haired child scoffs and shrugs, seemingly content with the way you react to his mocking. 

“you little shit-” you grumble, ready to aim the pillow at his head.

before you could even attack your brother, you feel two arms wrap around your figure, successfully preventing you from storming over to him.

“sei, i swear i love you very much, but i have to settle this... mikage vs. mikage...” you say, rolling up the sleeves of your (nagi’s) hoodie. 

“no. ‘m tired.. let me sleep.” you feel his breath against the nape of your neck when he whispers to you. looking behind, you see him already on the verge of sleep. he’s so pretty. slowly, you bring your hand up to his hair, playing with the strands gently—a small smile creeping up on your face.

however, the moment is short lived as you get interrupted by the living purple jumpscare you're currently co-existing with. 

“NO NAGI DON’T SLEEP YET” reo screams and jumps on the bed, taking you by surprise. 

you whip your head towards him and grab his hair. “YOU DUMB FUCK CAN’T YOU SEE HE’S SLEEPING?” 

“THAT’S BECAUSE I DESPERATELY NEED TO SAY SOMETHING!” he grabs your hair back.

ah, sibling love indeed.

your banter ensues, and the white-haired boy stirs awake. “stop.” 

the siblings slowly turn their heads towards him, wide-eyed, and staring guiltily.

“we’re sorry–”

“save it. what were you going to say anyway?” the boy in question stares at them with a look, subtle annoyance plastered on his face.

“i- well- uhm so i got this machine made at the factory..!” reo nervously chuckles, “for ghost hunting, yeah! aha aha… i’ve always wanted to go ghost hunting so i asked them to make this! genius, am i right, my dear kin?” your brother looks at you with a nervous smile.

“of course! yes! very genius! i expected nothi-” you cough “i mean… i expected the best from you! how could i not! right, my dear brother?” you grimace, while your purple-haired sibling goes in for a hug.

what a way to sell the act.

your boyfriend looks at the both of you with a raised eyebrow and crosses his arms. “seriously? a ghost hunting machine?” 

“of course! pretty genius, right? that’s my broth– GHOST HUNTING!?” you push reo away in horror.

“no. nonono nO NO! you CANNOT convince me to go ghost hunting with you.” you say in distress, slowly backing up to hide behind nagi.

“but this is a once in a lifetime experience, y/n! who knows? maybe you’ll end up liking this!” reo perks up, slowly inching towards the two of you. “come on now, y/n. don’t wanna be a killjoy now, do we?” wide purple eyes stare at you menacingly, his grabby hands inching towards you. 

“nagi please save me from this thing!” you cry out, holding onto his hoodie like a lifeline. 

“let’s do it.” nagi speaks up, his eyes sparkling as a small rare smile grows on his face.

“okay! it’s settled then! we’ll leave tomorrow at 2 in the morning and- AUHG!” 

you cut him off by throwing a pillow at his face. 

“NO SEI! don’t believe him! he’s probably gonna drag us to an abandoned facility and leave me to die so he could have you all to himself!” you say as you point to your brother who’s currently on the floor (being his dramatic self).

“aw c’mon now! why’d you think that?” your brother looks at you with his creepy close-eyed smile, shivering whatever timbers you had inside you. “plus…you can’t say no to nagi, can you?” 

smug fuck. i wanna fucking punch the living life out of him.

you then go in front of nagi, holding his shoulders as you stare at him and point towards the bane of your existence . “listen, sei. that man.. is a menace! a monster! and a murderer! he’ll do anything–and i mean ANYTHING–to have you all to himsel– mmmhp!” 

you feel cold fingers grab your cheeks as you get pulled to its source. your heart starts pounding when you realize what your boyfriend was doing. 

oh my fucking god.

he pulls away after a couple of seconds, slow breaths fanning your face as he places his forehead against yours. 

“guys i hope you know i’m still he- EUGH” 

poor reo gets hit again with a pillow—by nagi this time. 

“love.” voice airy and quite needy. 

“oh no not with that tone now, seishiro.” you try your best to turn away from him, only to be pulled again, landing on his chest as he cradles your head and plants a kiss on it.

“it’s just like what reo said: it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.” you hear, no. feel the smirk in his voice for some reason. 

“don’t push it.” you push him away for real now, feeling no resistance and crossing your arms.

he reaches out to you, grabbing a lock of your hair. “if you go with us then… i’ll be your muse for your next project.” he says as he gives you a peck.

“how does that sound? hm?” 

you’ve always thought you never had any weaknesses. of course, as a mikage, you were raised and polished to not have any. and with your family’s motto to “do it no balls”, you really did do it no balls.

but in this moment, you’re certain you’ve found your one weakness. words and non-verbal cues were always your strongest suits—yet you found yourself helpless and taken aback. words of retaliation dying on your tongue as you figure out what the fuck’s wrong with you. 

mama didn’t raise me to be no pussy. 

with a deep breath, you resign yourself to fate.

“fine. let’s see the damned machine then.” 

so now, as scheduled, you find yourself in front of an abandoned house in the middle of the night, dressed in a stupid ghostbusters costume and… 

a day before your birthday. 

“what a great way to die before the age of twenty.” gritting your teeth, you turn your headlight on, slowly walking towards the building and opening its gate. “come on, you slowpokes! thought you wanted to do this.” rolling your eyes, you scan the room—dust and piles of wood everywhere. in the corner of your eye, a ceramic catches your attention. 

“man! it’s dusty in here alright!” you hear reo speak up, hauling his “weapon” on his shoulder as nagi stands beside him, sporting his own ghostbuster gear. 

“i’m sleepy…” your boyfriend mumbles as he rubs his eyes.

you look back at them with a raised eyebrow. “don’t fall asleep just now, sei. we’re just getting started.” you turn back to look at the interesting ceramic in front of you—its intricate patterns drawing you in. 

it looks pretty new… that’s kinda creepy.

you bring your camera out, taking pictures of it from all angles. putting rubber gloves on, you carefully hold it, inspecting the inside, as well as the bottom.

“uhhhhh, y/n….” your brother’s worried tone reaches your ears as you turn your head towards him.

“hmm? scared? wanna back out now?” you tease him, a smirk on your face as you carefully set the piece down. “nothing even happened yet.”

you start walking towards them, strides long and fast. as you were about to call out to your boyfriend who was absorbed in whatever the fuck he saw, you hear a sound.

*clomp clomp clomp*

your walking halts as you feel cold invade your body, your heart beating a little faster than moments ago.

“hmm? was that you, reo? have something to show me?” nagi asks as he stands from his crouched position, looking towards your sibling.

“no the fuck not. that was NOT me.” the boy in question says nervously, his hands producing little tremors.

“maybe it was just me. right guys? yeah, that was probably me! no sweat!” you laugh nervously. trying to convince yourself more than them. "see! i'm walking! aha aha!" your voice cracks as you continue walking towards them.

“but y/n…you’re walking in a puddle of water…” nagi’s monotone voice reaches your ears as you look at the ground you’re walking on.

well shit.

“maybe it’s just us! yeah! our imagination! why don’t we go somewhere else, yeah?” you hurriedly say as you rush over to nagi and reo, grabbing their hands and brisk walking further into the facility.

and because of how scared you are, you don't notice one of your many polaroids in your wallet fly out and land on the wet, muddy ground beside the ceramic.

“well then! from now on, we are definitely NOT going our own ways.” you sigh, already tired from just brisk walking.

i’m so unfit for this.

after walking around the facility for a couple of minutes, you stumble upon a staircase.

“okayyy, now that we’re somewhere else, let’s go up now, shall we?” you hesitantly say as you look at your entourage. 

time to do it no balls then.

"woaahhh, cool." looking at the male child beside you, his eyes sparkling and wide.

you look at your surroundings, enamoured by the paintings splayed on the walls.

even in this old facility, the paintings still look good as new. i wanna steal one..

as you drag your two luggages, you see a room at the end of the hallway.

"i wanna go in there." nagi points at the door

"okay-"

"NO. WE ARE NOT GOING TO GO THERE." purple hair screams in your ear.

fuckin' bitch. god gave you vocal chords to talk. not fucking scream like a maniac.

"we're going in there. if you don't want to, we're leaving you alone out here." you say as you let go of their arms, starting to walk towards the room with nagi close behind you.

opening the door, you instinctively cover your nose as dust invades your nostrils. you step to the side, letting your boyfriend in. as he was about to close the door, a distant voice echoes towards you two.

"okay okay! i'll come with you! wait for me!"

you laugh at your brother, "you suggested this idea, don't be so scared now, little bro." you tease him as he grabs the door and holds it open.

"shut up." he catches up to the both of you, out of breath—assuming his position and grabbing your hand.

still not grown up, huh? you think, smiling as you ruffle his hair.

"just please don't let go of my hand AAAAAH WHAT THE FUCK" your brother screams in terror for whatever reason.

"why?! what's the problem?!" you panic, wincing as his grip on your hand tightens.

"guys i think i'm gonna fucking die i just felt something touch my neck I FELT SOMETHING TOUCH MY FUCKING NECK" he wails like a baby.

"oooo look y/nnnn, it's a sculpture." your boyfriend's voice slurs out from your left side.

"IM GONNA FUCKING CRY IM SO SCARED WHAT THE FUCK WAHT THE FUCK WHA TTH EFUCK"

what the hell we were just giggly and shit awhile ago what the fuck happened.

"y/n y/n look it's a sculpture." nagi calls to you once again, pointing at something in the distance.

what the fuck is happening.

"y/n, y/n!"

"IM GONNA DIE FUCK FUCK FUCK IM TOO YOUNG."

your head starts hurting because of reo's screaming as well as the dust floating around the room. you don't pay attention to it though—continuing to explore around the room.

"oooo look. there's another one."

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IM GONNA DIE BEFORE TWENTY SHIT FUCK FUCK"

you take a deep breath before speaking. "alright boys, one by one. i know i have two ears but one of you practically murdered my ear and i'm now only hearing from–"

what the fuck was that.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID THAT THING JUST MOVE" your purple-haired pest screams in your ear.

"this is like fnaf but better. reo, get the machine out. it's time to neutralize this thing." another white-haired pest speaks up, his voice confident and unwavering.

"YOU HAVE YOUR OWN, NAGI"

"i don't. i left it at the entrance. too heavy."

meanwhile, you're still frozen in your spot, going over what the fuck just happened.

did that actually happen or was i just being delusional...

as the two pests banter, you don't notice the two figures nagi pointed at awhile ago slowly inching towards you—still deep into your pondering and vulnerable.

it was only when their shadows were looming over you that you noticed them. feeling chills travel up your spine. you look up, seeing two pairs of beady eyes—bodies ragged and cracks on their surface.

holy fucking shit. are those fucking weeping angels..?

"guys.." you whispered to your two companions.

"NAGI DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO WEAR IT AT ALL TIMES?!"

"too much of a hassle :x"

"guys..." you told them—a little louder this time.

"I EVEN TOLD THEM TO MAKE IT LIGHTER FOR YOU"

"that's nice thanks."

"GUYS"

damn i sounded like a bitch.

but now's not the time to criticize yourself.

"WHAT?!" pest #1 answers you at the same wavelength.

you ignore his tone—the situation too grave to even care about respect and all that shit.

"we may have a slight problem." you shakily raise your finger to point at the two looming bodies.

"oh.."

"oh"

"yeah oh."

as your three continue to stare at the figures, one of them suddenly smiles. it fucking smiled what the fuck.

what in the fucking voodoo roblox minecraft doctor who witchcraft is this.

"guys...i think...it's time...to GET THE FUCK OUT AND RUN BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK WE ARE GONNA DIE." you shout as your grip on their arms tighten, running from the figures.

as the three of you reach the door, you look behind to see the two unmoving figures. yet their distance from the three of you were significantly closer.

why did they stop moving... is this the live adaptation of the mimic or a remake of doctor who because what the fuck.

"the door won't open." the voice on your right says in a slight panic. nagi start kicking the door open but to no avail, it doesn't open.

"WHAT?!" this time, it's your turn to scream as you try to open the door.

the door's locked. since when the fuck did it lock. and it's no ordinary door too.. who builds a metal door anyway?!

"holy fucking shit." your brother looks at you nervously, little tears in his eyes.

*krsh krsh*

"wait reo, sei. look at the figures. and don't stop looking at them until i say so!" you instruct them.

we're probably gonna die because of this but if my memory serves me right , and they're actually weeping angels, looking at the statues makes them stop moving. these bitches are turning me into a roblox kid what the hell. wait. but they're from doctor who too. so what does that make me?

you shake your head, stopping yourself from going off into dreamland.

"wait but–"

"they only move when we don't look at them. but if we do, they stop moving." you hurriedly explain, searching your pockets for a bobby pin.

dear god i love roblox so much please don't kill me i haven't finished the mimic yet.

"how'd you know that-"

"i'll explain later, just look at them. now!"

as you fish out a bobby pin, you try to unlock the door. and as expected, the sculptures stop moving. still, it doesn't make them any less scary.

okay, calm down, i can take my time with this. please mr doctor who and whoever the fuck made the mimic. be on my side...

you steady your hand, attempting to unlock the door once again.

"y/n... they're moving." you hear your boyfriend mutter.

what? what did he say? WHAT THE FUCK DID HE JUST SAY??!?

"no no no why are they moving? they aren't supposed to be moving. your eyes must be playing tricks on you sei." you try to convince yourself—heart rate increasing as you almost drop the hair pin.

"fuck no y/n they're actually moving.." purple hair says as he clutches your arm tighter.

holy shit. roblox is a liar. 

your hand starts to tremble more as the two continue to watch and tell you about the horror they're currently witnessing.

*click, click, click*

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY'RE SO CLOSE TO US IS THAT LOCK DONE YET IM GONNA CRY" the screaming ensues once again, but at this point, you don't even care as you would too, only if you weren't busy with the damned lock.

fuck you too, doctor who.

"i'm almost fucking done wait two more clicks."

*click*

fucking faster please one more!

"y/n they're about a foot away from us." a calm, yet panicked voice speaks up.

"just one more fucking click-"

*click*

"OH MY GOD OKAY LETS GO IM DONE" you shout, slamming the door open and rushing out with the duo.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK WHY ARE THEY SO FAST"

you look behind as you see the two figures slowly, yet steadily catching up to you.

fuck i'm so fucking tired already.

the three of you reach the top of the staircase, hurriedly going down it with you almost tripping on the last step. luckily, someone saves you from face planting on the cemented floor and hoisting you on his shoulder.

you look back to your carrier to see familiar white hair.

damn i fucking love this man so much.

"C'MON NAGI WE'RE ALMOST THERE DON'T STOP RUNNING" your brother screams once more. relief washes over you as the gate enters your vision.

as the three of you near the gate, you try to take a picture of the sculptures.

i'm probably gonna get cursed doing this but fuck it.

snapping a couple of pictures, you fail to notice your favourite ceramic on the ground, now smashed with red smears all over it.

and the polaroid of the three of you, all muddy and ruined.

"holy fucking shit. that was the worst experience of my life, 0 out of 10 never doing that ever again." reo pants out, hands on his knees.

"it was fun though, not gonna lie." nagi says breathless, wiping his sweat with his sleeve as he slowly walks towards the car.

you're on the ground, lying down with an arm on your eyes.

"holy fucking shit. why did we do this again?" you breathe out heavily.

you're not sure why you're tired—you barely did any running.

"water?"

you uncover your eyes to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a small smile.

"thanks" you sit up, grabbing it and chugging half the bottle in just one drink.

you throw the bottle over to your brother, "drink up."

he looks at you with a tired smile on his face, before walking towards you, slowly and wobbly, then sitting beside you.

chugging the water, he breathes out heavily as he finishes the bottle. he looks at the two of you with a dopey smile,

"so...are we like, the ghost busters now?"

"you wish."

"also, how did you know they wouldn't move when we looked at the statues." nagi also sits beside you, his own bottle in his hand.

"roblox and doc who." you answer him with a sigh.

"seriously?" sweet potato questions.

"roblox is life, bruv. plus. doctor who was literally our childhood you doofus. i'm surprised you didn't know what the sculptures were." you say as you hit reo's head.  

except for the fact we almost died because of it. well. fiction is very different from reality. 

"shut the fuck up."

as you share laughs beneath the moonlight, you fail to notice an ashy figure watching the three of you in the distance—red smears and shards of glass decorating its body.

oh and would you look at that.

it has the polaroid of you three in its hand. 

[prismaticpichu]

Hi! I'm sorry if I was bothering you, so umm can you make Seph Zack, like Seph has a diary, Zack is sick, Seph takes care of him, add angst, Protective Sephiroth, Zack needs a hug, angst with a happy ending, please? also, take your time, it's okay, I will be patient. ❤️♥️🫂

Awwww! You’re never a bother, friendo 💖 Plz don’t ever worry about that!!! 💕

Oooh!! I love a good angsty/protective sickfic!!! Thooo, admittedly, I already have a Zack sickfic that covers those points pretty well called Priorities ❤️:,3

The diary idea tho??? I LOVE <33333 💙💙💙 Have another slash fic! :,333

18+ Zack!!

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ZackSeph ~ Diary Discovery

The rhythmic sound of a pen gliding against paper was what stirred Zack awake that night, blue eyes fluttering open from their purgatorial state between slumber and consciousness, their sleepy Mako glow sparkling with a hint of mischief as he spotted Sephiroth scrawling something in what looked to be a little black notebook.

The sight was just too precious to be confusing.

"...Takin' notes, pal?"

The warrior’s shoulders went slightly stiff against the polished arch of the headboard, clearly not expecting his partner to be awake, the vague coral on his cheeks visible even through the glossy threads of mercury. "Yes..." he assured in a totally-believable grunt, reflexively snapping the notebook shut. "Jotting data, researching. Nothing more. Go back to sleep."

Seph was a man of many things, Zack had come to learn over the span of their blossoming relationship. He was ethereal beautifully (inside and out), adoringly kind, bafflingly intelligent in both booksmarts and the art of wielding a blade… Gaia, was he a man of so, so many things.

But a good liar was not among them.

His expression softening into a doting smirk, Zack shifted further on his side. “Yeah? I don’t think so…” He pawed sleepily at his best friend. “Watcha really doin’?”

Sephiroth didn’t even bother swatting him away, merely lowering his head in aversion. “Go back to sleep.”

“Aww, Seph…” Zack snuggled closer to his friend’s side, his tone mellowing, realizing as the groggy mist lifted from his mind that Seph was likely afraid of tease and criticism. “It’s just me, bud. I’d never judge you. Never…” And he nuzzled into his partner’s neck for emphasis. “I promise…”

The soothing assurance was enough to soothe Seph’s muscles, at least to the point where he was comfortable enough relaxing into Zack’s touch. He leaned down to press his temple against the black-haired SOLDIER’s, noses gently rubbing, strands of silver spilling across their connected bridges like laces of silky moonlight against the night.

“…I know.”

Zack’s lips melted into a loving, tranquil smile, mischief turning to twinkle in the sapphire stars. “Then show meee… I’m curious!”

Gentle chuckles rippling against from the man’s lips, Seph’s amusement was accompanied by a playful yet resigned sigh, sheets and linens rustling as both SOLDIERs pulled back from the intimate closeness, emerald eyes gazing back down at the notebook while Zack waited in good-hearted anticipation for it to be handed over.

“…Alright…” Sephiroth continued to quietly chuckle, but the genuine embarrassment created an obvious underbelly to his voice. “…You mustn’t laugh, though.”

There came that affectionate smirk again. “I mustn’t?’”

“No. You mustn’t.” But a small smirk was budding on Sephiroth’s own lips as he handed over the notebook to eager hands, immediately lowering his head, gushing silver bangs doing their job to veil his flustered, pinkish expression.

“…Can I read it aloud?” Zack smiled over the charcoal cover, wanting to ensure that Seph was still comfortable.

“Mmph. Go ahead.”

…Was he crazy, or did it suddenly seem like Seph wanted him to read it?

Satisfied either way, Zack’s eyes glimmered with playfulness, glancing down at the small black treasure chest as he opened it up, cleared his throat, and began reading aloud.

“…Dear Diary…” Annnnd tZack’s face bloomed with a smile before reaching the first sentence, shooting his partner the messy grin. “Aww man… it’s a diary?!”

“…Perhaps.”

“Aww, Seph…” Zack’s heart was nothing short of swelling as he glanced back down at the immaculate handwriting, continuing to read the entry.

“I wanted to purchase this journal because there are some thoughts that turn incessantly around in my mind, and yet I don’t have the proper experience to express them. I have always been more adept with expressing myself with writing—“

Zack canted his head as the paragraph abruptly came to a stop, starting anew on the following line.

“I love him so much…” he continued to read, a velvet throb in his heart. “Zack. Zack Fair. My lieutenant, my paramour… my very best friend. Never in my life had I met someone who treats me with the kindness that Zack does; never has anyone seen me the way Zack does, so human and unafraid… Never has anyone loved me the way he does. Hojo had always played the broken record that I was unlovable, a tool… why would mother ever love me? But Zack does. Zack has always loved me. And I think he… And I pray to Gaia that he always will.”

By the time Zack was done reading, pearls of mist had formed in the oceanic eyes, lowering the journal to gaze hazily at his beloved partner. The throb in his heart had stopped completely—frozen in place, having come to a gradual stop the further he read along, swallowing slightly to keep the watery choke inside.

Gaia…

“Are… all the entrees like this?” Zack asked, gingerly.

Seph was fully facing him now, the emerald eyes more vulnerable than Zack had ever seen them, green fire so delicately small yet true. “…More or less,” he admitted, soft expression softening into a smile. “That was only the first one I wrote. There’s perhaps about twenty more entrees in a similar vein.”

His chest practically numb, Zack glanced back down at the journal, rapidly flipping through the pages to find over a dozen more entrees in similar length—catching the familiar script of his name, catching all the loving adjectives that accompanied it, catching all the anecdotes and places and experiences shared between them…

And the mist turned into a gentle rainfall.

“Gaia, Seph…” he dropped the journal, strong arms enveloping his friend in an overwhelmed embrace, the unspoken words written into his heart pulsing with every velvet beat. “You didn’t say it would destroy me.”

“…Heh,” Sephiroth grunted, the smile still lingering as he buried his head in the feathery raven nest. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have been so insistent.”

“You kidding?” Zack wiped the tears from his eyes. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Heh… I can empathize.”

Sapphires blinked, their color rich with understanding, buried deep in the smooth terrain of his partner’s neck.

“Did you… did you never feel comfortable saying it?”

“Mmn.” Seph’s voice was muffled by his hair. “Saying what?”

“You know…” Zack’s own voice grew small, innocent. “…’I love you?’”

The swath of silence that passed was meaningful, ephemeral.

“I was… heh,” Sephiroth murmured after a few moments, the honesty drawn from his soul, cocooned in so much warmth and solace that Shame could never penetrate it. “Afraid.”

“…Afraid?” Zack repeated, tender.

“Mmn…” came his earnest nod in reply, even more muffled, the warrior’s voice slightly subdued by the truth. “Because… because what if the feelings were not reciprocated?” And he closed his eyes, burying even deeper, quickly amending himself.

“Or, should I say… to the degree that I feel.”

There was silence, raw and real. Raw and real and long. Zack took several beats to fully digest his friend’s words, emotions conflicted, the rivers in his eyes momentarily ceasing to flow. Had he… had really never said it? Said it clearly? Even if their relationship was new, still being explored…

And the words came flooding all at once.

“Bud…” Zack pulled his friend down onto the pillow, burrowing his head into his friend’s cheeks, lips pressed against angelic skin. “I love you so much… So frigging much. So, so, so frigging much. Don’t ever worry about it not being mutual… ‘kay? I love you more than anything on this planet. More than anything… That kindness, that mind, that heart… all of it, bud. I love all of it. All of you.” He burrowed deeper into his cheek, eyes creaking open to face the watering green, their faces only inches apart.

And I pray to Gaia that…

“And I always, always will.”

…Magical, really, the way he could feel Sephiroth melt into his arms, the beautiful silver shape fitting against his body so perfectly, the harmonious song of their heartbeats pulsing together as one. “I… I love you too…” Seph wrote the words against his ear in a doting murmur, faint but unhesitant, the thudding sound of a pen falling to the carpet as he pulled him closer against his chest.

And Zack melted right into it. “…You more,” he murmured blissfully.

“Hmph. I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Yeah…?”

“‘Yeah’ indeed.”

“Nope. It’s just not possible.”

“Mnm. I suppose you didn’t see my January twelfth entry then.” Sephiroth’s eyes fell fluttered shut with a long, tranquil sigh. “My numerical list of things I love about Zack Fair.”

“Oh my Gaia… you did not.”

“Oh, I did. And I can recount them all from memory.”

“Don’t you dare.”

The angelic laughter rang warn and rich against his ears, the gentle vibrations rumbling against his beating heart, the closed pages of the notebook opening in front of Zack one beautiful chuckle at a time.

“Mmmn. Number ten…”

[justablah56]

Since you seem to be having a bad day, I threw together a little ficlet for you. Read/respond at your leisure (whether that's in 3 minutes or not until next year)

It had been a long fucking day.

It was a full day of teaching for Terry Jr, with a bad cold wiping out the entire drama department of San Dimas High (which had only been two teachers and a tech in the first place). There was screaming, and snotty noses, and one or two kids bursting into tears, and by the time the school bell rang, he was just about ready to collapse. And, of course, that was clearly asking too much, because it was drama club that day. 2 whole hours of dealing with kids who are meant to be off book two weeks ago, and still hadn't learnt half their lines. It was a fucking nightmare.

Now, dear reader, don't misunderstand. Terry absolutely adored his job and the kids he worked with. But today was one of those days where you just want to roll over and hide back under the covers.

The train had been cramped and noisy, even if the journey had been mercifully free from the kids usual loud arguments. (Why they insisted on riding back with Terry Jr, he had no idea. It was baffling though that Scary waited for him, and they were going to the same house. Although, somehow, her friends always seemed to stay over longer than expected.) Honestly, it was a relief to lock the door behind them all, the kids rushing off to the garden for soccer practice - mostly moral support to be honest.

Terry wearily pulled off his shoes, before turning to Scary.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm gonna go have a lie down. Let your mom know, okay?"

Scary, for once, didn't seem to protest either the request or the nickname. She just nodded, frowning.

"Yeah, sure. Go have a nap or whatever." He ruffled her hair a little (this did elcit an irritated groan. He may not be her dad, but she was still his kid and it was his duty to embarrass her in front of her friends after all) and headed upstairs.

Terry didn't bother to turn on the lights as he collapsed down into the bed, just letting himself he enveloped by the darkness and the comfy sheets. He felt bad about breaking his normal routine of kissing Veronica when they both got home, but honestly he just couldn't handle doing anything other than laying down right now.

He lay there with his head burried in the pillow for maybe a minute, maybe an hour, when he felt the bed dip.

"Hey, Tear-Bear. Bad day?"

There was his amazing wife, the light of his life. Her hair was flying loose from her bun, and even in the dark Terry could see that her office clothes were slightly rumpled.

She was stunning.

"You know, you gotta stop picking up Nicky's pet names. He has far too many." Terry mumbled as he grabbed her hand, tiredly bringing it up to his lips.

"Ah, but that would mean I don't get to hang out with your wife as much. Darling." A familiar weight draped itself over him, tail curling round his leg. "Dropping round unexpectedly and hanging out with V without you is half the fun."

Nicky's voice was a soothing rumble against his chest. Somehow, just having his two partners here made it easier to relax. Even if Nicky had definitely not announced that he'd be coming over. Veronica kicked her feet up and slung an arm over Terry's shoulder, pulling him closer.

"Come on, time for you to rest, TJ."

okokok I've hoarded this fic long enough , ive probably reread this AT LEAST 5 times now xnsnmsms anyways it means *so very much* to me that you decided to write an adorable little ficlet for me bcs i was not feeling good <3333 this lil fic is literally *so* cute i don't know how to properly convey to you how much i love this but icy i love this so much . thank you <33333

[alektowrites]

Ditheistic

PAIRING: Clan head Maki Zenin x Fem! Reader ________________

WARNINGS: Aged-up characters specifically Maki and the reader are in their early thirties, strength kink, GP Maki, unprotected sex (use protection in real life pls), mommy kink, breeding kink, bondage (Maki's belt is being used as cuffs dear Lord-), domesticity, cunnilingus, riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, I think that's about it??? ________________ A/N: New here but have you seen her in the manga??? wfqlflwlwqhfwq DAMN-

Beefy mommy <33333

Now back to the one-shot, which may or may to have been proofread😬😬😬

Reminder, photos are not mine so CTTO.

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Her tall, scarred figure catches your attention in the living room of your shared home. Her figure exudes confidence, her scarred hands are inside the pockets of her black trousers, her short cape draped over her strong shoulders, her posture is upright and alert as her slightly muscular body creates creases over her black sleaves turtleneck. 

There she was, conversing with Megumi and Nobara indistinctively. You can only watch in the dining room, hands fidgeting as she listens to the report of her younger colleagues whilst you sit, shifting in your seat as her guards surround you. You avert your focus to soothe the gnawing urge to run to your scarred wife and clean her wounds and kiss her bruises. 

But you have to be patient

Maki Zenin, your wife, is a woman whose body and soul is a fortress of focus. And her focus must not be disturbed, especially when it comes to her line of work. 

You bite your inner cheek as you shift your gaze to the grandfather clock that stands near the fridge, it was already 9:59 PM. A little later than usual from you wife’s usual arrival at home which is around 8 PM. Is she hungry? You ask yourself internally, did she grab a bite before coming here? 

Your thoughts muddled as soon as her honey-gold eyes meet yours and your breath hitched, the intensity that swirls in her eyes, the unreadable, cold, fierce countenance that befits her face. Beautiful, just as the day she was before being burned by a special-grade cursed spirit. She sends you a reassuring nod, and your body relaxes, although brief and subtle, you saw softness in her eyes before removing her hand from inside her pocket, replying indistinctly to Nobara and Megumi and dismissing them both from their duties. The two bows before leaving the premises, finally leaving you alone with the clan head. Your wife. 

Maki saunters to you, and the guards disperse as the older woman enters the dining room. Without waiting any longer, you rush out of your seat and welcomed her with a warm embrace, an amused chuckle reverberates in her chest as she returns it, she pulls you flush against her strong chest, her scarred arms flexing, showing off her toned biceps. “I miss you too, sweetheart.” She mumbles lowly in your ear, you close your eyes and rest your head against the top of her breastbone, inhaling her subtle bergamot scent before pulling away. The look she was giving you is different from her look earlier. Her eyes swirl with mirth, softness and adoration, the way her softly calloused hands hold you so delicately as if she is handling glass, and her unsmiling countenance changed to a soft, secret smile that only you and those who are close to her can see. 

But her eyes…

They pull you in a trance, without thinking, you reach out for her scarred face, caressing the burnt tissue before asking in a slightly hoarse voice. 

“Have you eaten yet?” 

“Yes, darling,” She sighs and pushed her round glasses back against the bridge of her nose, her other hand rests against your waist. “Forgive me for not eating with you, I just didn’t want to burden you with making food for me tonight, especially when my work was a bit hectic today.” 

You shook your head sideways, “It’s fine,” You smile at her before pulling away from her hold and instantly grasping her wrist, “I’ll prepare a warm bath for you, your body must be sore.” 

Maki grins, “Yes, I do need a warm bath before going to bed with you, sweetheart.” 

The name strikes a chord in your brain, your heart melts and your cheeks subtly turn red as you lead her upstairs with her chuckling behind you. You turn the faucet whilst Maki removes her glasses and takes off her short cloak. You’re both inside your shared bathroom with warm water filling the porcelain tub. You dip your hand in the water, smiling in satisfaction when the water is warm enough before walking up to your wife who is already undressing. Like clockwork, your hands moved without thinking, helping her undress, her clothes pooling the cold floor as she unmasks her scarred, toned body, she watches you intently, the pads of your fingers brush the burnt tissue, carefully doing so before she grasps your wrist and pressed the back of your palm against her face. 

You look at her, tilting your head in confusion but it soon melts away when she asks:

“Join me?” 

“Sure,” She grins and helps you take off your clothing, she allows you first to get in the tub and removes your ponytail, allowing your hair to fall from your shoulders and get soaked in the water, you let out a relieved sigh as soon as your body makes contact with the water, Maki following behind you, you hug your knees to make room for her as her legs cage your form, her toned, slender arms snake around your waist, pulling you flush against her front with a contented sigh leaving her lips. 

“This feels nice,” She hums and kisses the available expanse of your neck. “I can’t imagine going to bed with you without doing this.” An amused chuckle leaves your lips, “Oh yeah?” You turn around to face her, and your heart swells at the look she’s giving you, your brain sputters, and your blood rushes to your cheeks, her eyes, compared to the hue of copper when she’s serious, is molten gold, her countenance looks youthful, glowing with mirth and peace and that small smile that makes your heart want to explode. 

You snake your arms around her neck, “Well, I can’t imagine going to bed without you with me.”

A giggle befalls her lips, she reaches up to tug a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“I feel the same way to, sweetheart. I love you.” 

Your breath hitched, “I love you too.” 

There it goes again, her eyes crinkle to crescents with that signature mirthful gaze that makes your body be flooded and filled with warmth. The person that holds you isn’t the clan head, the strong spiritual successor of Toji, but a woman who has been through so much. 

She’s Maki Zenin, your Maki Zenin. 

And your Maki is looking at you as if you’re the only one in the world that matters. 

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The kettle whistles, and your rush to it with your apron wrapped around your work attire. 

You turn the stove off with a jaw-breaking yawn as Maki comes down from the stairs with her silk black robe tied securely around her waist. Compared to you, she’s on a day-off, free from her tasks, her honey-gold eyes follow your movements as you make breakfast before deciding to join you by helping cook the eggs. 

You whip your head to her direction with a soft smile, “Oh, you’re awake.”

“Good morning to you too, darling.” She smiles and adds salt, “Off to work early?” 

You rush to make coffee for you and tea for her. “I wanted to go to work early, traffic might be a killer today so-yeah,” You hastily eat your toasted bread whilst Maki looks at her eggs before swiftly grabbing two loaves of bread and chucking her eggs between them and chomping with rushed gusto. And she ate her breakfast faster than you.

“Give me a moment,” She says after swallowing, “I’ll drive you there.” 

“What?” Before you can have another say in her decision, she was already gone and returning after two minutes with presentable clothes; a sleeveless turtleneck that shows off her slender, toned yet slightly burnt arms, black high-waisted jeans and black combat boots, she pushed back her round glasses and combed her hair back.

“Are you done?” 

You gulped, “Yeah,” She nods in acknowledgement and walks past you, her car keys dangling as she swiftly grasps your wrist and leads you out of the dining room and into the garage, she unlocks the third vehicle to the right and opens the door for you before walking briskly to the driver’s seat and revving the engine alive, with her other hand, she rests it atop of your left thigh before driving off. 

The car engine softly growls as you stop next to your building, you unbuckle your seatbelt and look at her with an appreciative smile. “Thanks Maki,” The older woman leans forward and presses a soft peck against your unsuspecting lips, “Anything for you,” She whispers against your lips, her cold breath fanned your lips, smirking when she sees your cheeks are subtly tinted in red with your jaw slack. 

“What?” She mused and gestures at the door, “Are you going to work or…?”

You blink, seemingly returning to your senses, “R-right, work,” You sputter as she grins smugly over you losing control, “Ye-yeah, thanks Maki!” You swiftly burst open the car door before running off to work. Maki watches you with a bemused expression gracing her countenance, adorable.

“Simply adorable,” She says to herself before driving back home.

You stare blankly at the dossiers of your clients, your mind is puzzled as your eyes shift between one profile to another but truth be told, your mind is elsewhere. Specifically, the soft kiss Maki planted against your lips. A smile curls in the corner of your lips as you slam the dossiers down on your tabletop. 

“Jeez woman,” You sigh dreamily and look at the clock, it is already 11:46, four minutes before lunch time-

There’s a knock on your door, “Mrs. Zenin-it’s for you!” A soft, female voice says behind the door, quickly, you circle your table and open the door to reveal the intern holding up a brown paper bag, and it smells delicious. “Who sent this?” Those words leave your lips before you can formulate a proper response. “It says it’s from Maki,” Oh, “Right,” You answer sheepishly before taking it, “Thanks, Miss Hoshino.” 

She bows before leaving as you close the door. 

Giddy, you sit down and unpack the containers, and there’s a note stuck to it. 

Figured I’d do your favorite, darling, eat up. - Maki

You hug the note close to your heart and sighed in contentment as you thank the older woman mentally. 

Maki takes care of you, even with the simplest of things.

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Maki takes care of you, respects you, and holds you in high regard as her wife.

But in the bedroom?

Your hands tug against the headboard, Maki's leather belt is securely wrapped around your wrist to the bars like makeshift cuffs, and your soft-colored eyes watch her standing at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, a mocking smile graces her lips as her ravenous eyes watch you with macabre delight, twitching and your thighs are covered in a thin sheet of slick, desire, waiting for her to do something.

A whimper of shameless need befalls your lips, and Maki finally takes notice. "Aw, does my baby need help?" She asks her voice; an octave lower and it sends chills down your spine, making you clench your thighs to relieve the ache but she sends you a stern look.

"Open them, darling," She orders, you whimper and slightly spread, breathing shakily when the cold air nips your thighs.

Maki clicks her tongue in disapproval and perches herself on the bed. "You poor thing," She hissed before forcefully spreading your thighs and settling herself in between your legs, making you yelp in shock and in utter delight. "I told you to spread your legs, did I not?"

"Y-yes," Your voice trembles when her nail traces the seam of your cunt, she hums, "Yes-what, pet?"

"Yes, mommy,"

You; are pretty much a toy, a pet. A pretty one at least.

"Good girl," She purrs and dips her head to place a soft kiss against your collarbone. "Now, tell mommy what you want."

"You,"

She raised a brow, "That, I already know," She massages your inner thighs, making you close your eyes as the pads of her fingers brush against your slick-covered thighs, spreading your arousal over your thighs.

"All of you,"

She chuckles darkly, "Can you even handle that, darling?" Her tone was challenging. You swallow harshly as she inserts the tip of her index finger, gasping softly when she gradually impales you with her finger before you jump at the sting that's delivered in your right thigh.

"I asked a question, pet, I demand an answer."

Her index finger is now inside you, your walls hugging her digit greedily as your thighs shake.

"Yes, yes I can mommy."

"We'll see," She pecks your lips, "How about you cum on my tongue and I'll think about it, what do you say?"

"Perfect," You gasped as she removes her fingers from your cunt, just as when you were about to beg to put it back in, she lands a slap against your clit, making your hips buck as you hiss at the unexpected action. Maki chuckles with macabre amusement as she slips out of her clothing one by one, making you watch her with pleading eyes, your nails dig against the skin of your palms, the urge to touch her scarred body, her tone slender arms, and her perfectly-sculptured abdomen, to run your hands all over her. Your eyes gaze lower to see your source of pleasure making a tent against her trousers.

She sees this and palms it, making you both groan with want.

Finally, after discarding her last piece of clothing, she crawls to you, like a predator going in for her prey, and you don't mind surrendering to her.

She looms above you, the shadows of your room covering her face, making it difficult for you to read her emotions. She dips down, her lips ghosting over the skin of your neck before placing feather-like kisses against your skin.

Then, she breaches you, and a loud moan is ripped from your throat as three of her fingers enter you without thrusting in, she pulls it out to reveal your arousal coating her fingers and inserts them in her mouth, and groans softly at the taste, "Divine."

She left a trail of soft kisses from your neck down to your chest, and stomach until she reaches your thighs, her slightly calloused hands gripping the milky soft flesh of your thighs before spreading them apart, dipping her head down and she starts with a small lick and chuckling when your hips buck at her ministration. The older woman returns to focus on your sopping pussy and feeds herself with your juices, you let out a contented sigh of utter bliss and hook your right leg over her shoulder to allow her to gain access, to search for more as she ravages you with crumbling restraint, you tug your hands against her belt, hips jutting against her face as she traces the seam of your cunt with her tongue, her saliva mixes with your arousal as her wet, warm muscle breaches in, tracing an eight-figure motion.

Your walls clench around her, and your legs shake at the feeling, forcing Maki to strengthen her grip against your thighs for leverage.

"Oh-fuck," You gasped as Maki bites your clit as a warning before pulling away. "Behave, pet, or else I'll have to stop."

You whimpered as her hot breath fanned your throbbing clit, "And we don't want that, right?"

"Yes," You inhaled sharply, "Yes, mommy."

Your cunt clamps around nothing.

"Good girl," She hums in approval before diving back in. This time, sucking harshly, a loud moan was ripped away from your throat as you jut your hips against her face, although that didn't deter her, her tongue flicked intensely as her strong hangs kept your lower region grounded against the sheets.

Sweat drips down from your forehead, your body is lit ablaze with carnal need, and the muscles around your arms are starting to feel sore from tugging her belt repeatedly with every tug. The sensation increases tenfold when she bites your clit.

If you could see what your wife sees, you're so powerless, so vulnerable.

Just the way she likes it.

Moans and whimpers tumble from your lips as she alternates from biting, sucking, and thrusting. Your back arches as Maki devotes her mouth to your pussy like a starved woman. Your arousal is mixed with her spit and it drips down to your ass and on her sheets as she messily devours you.

"Shit-mommy!" Your breath is knocked out of your lungs when she curls her tongue inside you, and your head falls down unceremoniously against the pillows.

"Fuck-so good." You mewled.

The older woman continues her actions, ignoring the way her cock throbs painfully with her pre-cum dripping from the red tip. You can feel your orgasm building slowly, your moans becoming strained, your toes curling as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge-and, you come undone with a high-pitched moan, your juices flooding your wife's mouth and she laps it up gladly with a hum that sends vibrations in between your thighs, causing you to buck your hips against her face.

With a contented groan, Maki looks up at you to reveal her chin and her lips glistening with your cum.

Her lips curled to a wolfish grin as her tongue breaks past her lips to lick her lower lip before looming above you with a swift motion of her strong arms, the shadows paint her face, making it difficult to see her emotions.

The older woman leans down and closes the gap between you, pinning you down with a bruising kiss, her hands make their way to your hips, gripping them firmly enough to leave marks for days to come as she bites your lower lip, causing you to groan but it was soon swallowed by her as her tongue breaches the cavern of your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself as she explores your cavern, leaving nothing left behind. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, Maki moans softly, appreciating the gesture as her forehead sticks against yours, her bangs sticking against her forehead, her toned body, like yours is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her body that is usually cool is beginning to turn feverishly hot with desire the more her hands wandered all over your vulnerable body until your lungs burned for oxygen.

Finally, giving you some respite, Maki pulls away, both of your chests heaving up and down, her molten ichor eyes darkened with cupidity, without breaking eye contact, she reaches for the makeshift cuffs, undoing the knot slowly until she throws the belt haphazardly on the carpeted floor of your shared bedroom.

She takes your wrists, carefully examining the marks of your skin before placing chaste kisses on your wrist, "It didn't hurt, did it, darling?"

"No, mommy," Maki sighs closes her eyes in relief before opening them, a dark look cascades over her beautiful countenance.

"Good," She clicks her tongue before suddenly, she lifts you and placed you on top of her thighs, straddling her. Your groan as your body is met with a sharp sting around your pelvic area, the short-haired woman holds you in place with her hands around your hips, leaning forward to warp her lips around the expanse of your exposed neck, littering it with soft kisses and nips before generously biting and sucking it, making sure to leave soft red marks that will turn to angry ruby the morning after.

Your hand grabs a purchase of her dark locks while the other rests on her strong back.

She pulls away with a loud 'pop' and licks her slightly swollen lips.

"Ride me,"

And she didn't need to ask twice.

With shaky thighs and pulsing folds, you lift yourself up while you remove your hand from her back and grasp her shoulders as Maki help guide you to lower your cunt down her erect, raging cock, the older woman rubs the leaking head against your weeping folds before you sink down, both of you bemoaning aloud, and whines leave your lips at the blissful feeling.

The first drop is slow despite the times you two fucked, her dick always required the need for easing yourself onto her, your cunt is still tight and wet, making her let out a low, rumbling groan, her eyes watch you; the way your lips twitch and your brows furrow. Both your sexes throb in harmony, your expression is pinched, still sensitive from your previous orgasm as you buck your hips.

You inhaled shakily before moving yourself, Maki groans as soon as you move up and down slowly, throwing your head back as your pussy greedily hugs her cock, she digs her nails against the skin of your hips, with every filthy squelch the wetter you become.

Your wife bites her lower lip as she feels your cunt clench around her, her chest is flushed with arousal, her breath; uneven, stuttering when your lips brush against the burned tissue of her neck, your mixed arousal dripping from your opening to her thighs and down to her sheets, Maki growls lowly, losing her patience with the way your hips weakly move before planting her feet against the sheets and thrusting her hips upward, whorish moans leave your lips, your head falling back as cries befall your lips.

"What a slow pet," She hisses and tightens her grip, "Can't you see that I'm fucking hard?" Her hips rutted against yours as her lips latched onto your neck, biting hard as punishment before sealing your lips with a searing kiss, sucking the muscle and making you mewl, the action made your cunt clench around her cock, her veins rubbing deliciously around your velvet, warm, wet walls.

The sounds of skin-slapping, breathy whines, moans, and growls resonate in the room. The woman beneath you fucking you hard, her balls slapping against your clit, you pull away from the kiss and look down, your pupils blowing with lust at the sight of your pussy greedily bouncing on her cock, your juices mixing and pooling her thighs.

You dig your nails against her shoulders before leaning down to press soft kisses against her neck, Maki's eyes close, moaning softly before allowing you access to her skin.

And then-

"Oh-fuck-mommy!" You pulled away from her neck and mewled 'mommy' as her twitching cock brushed the spongey area, Maki groans as you keep clenching around her consistently whilst hr dick brushes the spot repeatedly, and the older woman grunts, hands snaking around your body, pulling you flush against her, your stomach tightened, your toes curled and your nails dig harshly enough to leave welts on her skin. Your eyes fail to stay open to watch the woman's countenance tainted with raw pleasure. Her lips befalling lewd groans of ecstasy as you rode her no signs of stopping, as long as you pull out, of course.

"Are you close?" She moans lowly as both your sexes throb. You shakily kiss the scar on her right eye, "Ye-yes, mommy."

An impish smile graces her lips as she picks up the pace, it only takes a few more thrusts to have you convulsing against her. Milking around her cock.

And then, the next thing you know, your back is against the mattress, you gasped as Maki's strong hangs grasp around your wrists and drills in and out of you with animalistic need. Maki is now looming above you, fucking into you as her pace bristles with the need for release as moans spill from your lips, legs wrapping around her waist to pull her closer to you.

"Mak-mommy," You choked out a moan as you try to pry her away after correcting yourself. "So good."

She pressed her forehead against yours and kisses you aggressively, her lips muffling your pleasured cries as well as your high-pitched mewls. Her hands let go of your wrists and proceed to hold onto your waist to stop you from moving forward as your hands latch onto her back, scraping the skin making her hiss and pump her hips faster as you throw your head back, mind clouding with carnal delight, eyes snapping shut as you cum strongly around her twitching cock as Maki pulls away from your lips to bite the juncture of your neck, shooting sparks of pleasure making you see stars and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your entire body as she continuously fucks you through your orgasm.

Your juices leak out of your sopping pussy yet Maki is still not cumming, her cock throbbing wildly inside you.

"Mommy," You whimpered, trying to push her away but she growled, not wanting to be deterred. "Mo-mommy wait-"

And finally, she lets out a reverberating moan, your eyes widened as she stills her hips and hides her head in the crook of your neck that's stained with her marks.

Her cock spurted out thick, goopy spurts of her cum.

Her soft lips kiss the side of your neck, your hand circled on her hip while the other one is resting on her nape, and your heavy breaths resonate in the room.

She leans away, her molten gold eyes looking at you with an unreadable expression, her sweat dripping from her temples, down to her chin, and on your heaving chest.

"Maki," She pushes her hips deeper, causing you to mewl. "It's mommy, darling." Her voice is raspy and slightly hoarse. "I didn't take a pill." You mumbled and avert your gaze away from your wife.

Her hand cups your jaw and makes you look at her, you expect to see disappointment, but instead, a soft, appreciative look on her face.

"It's fine, sweetheart." Her response elicits confusion as you incline your head to the side as she continues, but not before placing a soft kiss on top of your clammy forehead. She then moves to the outer shell of your ear, her other hand traversing down to draw nonsensical shapes on your thigh, her light fingers sending shivers down your spine.

"Because there wasn't a time where I didn't imagine our child running around the manor."

Maki begins moving her hips back and forth, a hiss leaves your lips as sensitivity rings fresh in your cunt, your mixed essences leaking down to your folds as she slides in and out of you with ease, her breath is ragged, her eyes closing with concentration as the sound of filthy squelching echoes in the room as her growls begin to get louder, morphing into moans of carnal delight as she gladly picks up the pace, her vice-tight grip as she lips latch onto your neck once more, biting and sucking the skin and sending white-hot pleasure flooding against your body, she may have recovered from her orgasm, but you-well you're still recovering.

But the dull ache of overstimulation came to pass, and now you find yourself begging for more, wanting more.

"Faster mommy," You cry out beneath her, "Faster, mommy please-"

Maki grunts and angles her hips before slamming, pounding back in. A shocked yelp leaves your lips as she rams into you relentlessly and chokes a gasp out of you as she bites your collarbone coating your skin with her marks and her saliva as she fucks you harder into the mattress.

"More," You urged, your body is feverish with desire. "Mommy."

She growls, "More, huh, my pet is so needy." She licks her swollen lips, she pulls her hips back, only leaving the bulbous head before slamming back in, wanton cries of lust befall your swollen lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out sounds of pleasured delirium and Mai is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering her tittle 'mommy,' in the lobe of her ear, driving your wide insane and increases the power of her thrust rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.

You could hear the thud of the wood against the wall as the giant canopy bed moves with the two of you, the wood mimicking you as your legs tremble beneath the older woman, Maki's breath is hot against your ear as your used cunt takes her, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony between the two of you.

Maki presses you harder, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, her bangs sticking against her sweaty forehead, dripping to the side of her pretty face. You lock your ankles and pull her closer, forcing her to thrust deeper into you, crying out as the tip kisses your cervix, deeper in your walls, and hits your bundle of nerves.

The veins that map the ridges of her dick drag deliciously inside your velvet walls, mixed cum dripping down your folds, your body is hyperaware and your skin is flushed with sweat. "That's it, baby," She moans hotly, etching it in your brain. "Keep me close, yeah?" She whines as your pussy uncontrollably clamps around her. "Fucking hell, darling." She looks at you with a lust-filled gaze.

"Look at you, being such a good girl for her mommy, letting me stuff you with my cum, fucking a baby into you."

She grunts with effort, her slender toned arms wrapping around you tightly, making sure you won't escape her hold. As if you want to anyway.

"Wanna know something, beloved?"

When you didn't answer, she clicks her tongue and slows her pace, eliciting a whimper from you and you grind her hips against hers.

"Respond, pet," She hisses condescendingly, a dark smile tugs on her lips as her shaft throbs agonizingly, her strength prevents you from rutting her hips against hers. Whining with frustration, you choked out an agonized moan.

"Wh-what is it, mommy?"

She moves her hips back to her original speed.

She quickly kisses your swollen lips. "Do you have any idea how much I wanted to fuck you raw?"A lewd moan leaves your lips when she hits your g-spot, making you see stars as you viciously claw her back, making Maki purr in satisfaction, hitting deeper inside you, targeting your spot and familiarizing the angle. "Breed you with my children, my heirs?"

"N-no-fucking hell-no mommy." You whimpered, "I'm c-close, please don't stop."

"Cumming already?" She prompts with amusement, thrusting deeper, the sensation rippling within you, overwhelming you with white-hot pleasure as you're [rushed to the edge with a broken sob of her name, body racking with pleasure, falling limply as you squirt around her cock, the dark-haired woman gasps as you strongly milk her hardened member, triggering her orgasm and coming undone unannounced as she stills her hips, letting out her warm, thick spurts of cum with a low rumbling groan from her with your name softly escaping her lips.

But she still remains hard and begins to move once again.

"Mommy-please-"

"One more," She pants, "Just one more, Y/N, can you do that for me?"

You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body is already covered with sweat and marks, and your lower region felt like it's about to be split in half. But in determination to please your wife, you nod with tears of overstimulation welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth steady pace, you cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your pussy as she takes you raw, eyes spilling with tears as her speed picks up, you pull her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. Every drag of her cock makes your cunt leak out with your arousal and her cum. Maki slaps your clit, causing you to jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Keep my fucking cum inside you," She orders, you cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper within you and ramming with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, her cock throbbing painfully for another release and filed by your broken moans and sobs, the pain blurring to a thin line of pleasure and you begin to rut your hips against hers, beseeching for more, your legs aching from how she holds them.

"You like that, baby?" She panted, her eyes zeroed on the bulge of your stomach from all of that thrusting, losing herself in the feeling of the silhouette of her cock prodding your womb.

You screamed as the tip repeatedly hits your cervix, you tangled your hand around her short hair and tugged it harshly, making Maki hiss and speed up to an animalistic pace, desperate whimpers falling from your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as she abuses your cunt, drawing you closer to your impending orgasm. Her hands then forcefully move your legs down to her hips and you automatically lock your ankles, you latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting, and a hoarse moan is ripped away from her throat as you bite the center of her neck, feeling her hips stutter for a brief second before punishing you for it by drilling into you in a bruising pace, your vision is hazy, your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin of your inner thighs burn from the contact, her balls slap against your clit as she keeps going, dragging her dick in and out of your quivering folds.

Her thin waist keeps jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has the chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace, the older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senseless, your wife imprints in her mind to give herself to you with each stroke.

Your lungs burned from the kiss and you gently push her away for oxygen intake as tears leave lines on your face.

She smirks a how helpless you are underneath her with each pound, both of you draw closer to your release, excitement curled in your abdomen along with the pleasure that shoots straight to your core as Maki continues to pummel into your welcoming heat, strong thighs trembling against yours, her other hand rests on your hips, fingers squeezing and caressing your skin each time you whimper her title lasciviously, blending with the lewd sounds of skin slapping in the room that smells of sweat and sex.

"Cum inside me again-please mommy."

"My pet wants to become my cum dumpster?" Her tone is mocking and heavy with lust.

You nod in haste

You mewl as Maki dips her head and takes your nipple into her mouth, sucking lavishly before biting, eliciting a wail of pleasure from you.

The coil in your stomach suddenly snaps with the tension and then comes the onslaught of immense white-hot ecstasy, curling and destroying you, the pressure in your legs is immeasurably high. You clamp around her one last time before your vision blackens as she pushes you to your orgasm, blinding you until it consumes you whole and you're shaking ferociously.

Maki kisses you one last time before her balls tighten and cums hard with a harsh shudder and an animalistic growl that you swallowed with a fragile moan, you can feel her cum mixing with yours until it leaks out, forcing your wife to push deeper just to make sure her seed stays there, you hold onto her tight, leaving red welts and crescent lines on her back as you sobbed gently and Maki instinctively cradles you, peppering kisses all over your tear-stained face and brushing the strands of your hair out of the way.

"Shhh," Her voice is soft, "I got you, baby, you're with me, you're safe with me." She pressed a kiss against your temple, "You're such a good girl for me I love you so much." You rest your head against her chest, allowing yourself to anchor against her as you stain her already sweaty skin with your tears.

"There, there."

You pull away, allowing her to loom above you.

"I'm going to pull out. Alright? Mommy's going to pull out."

You nod wordlessly as she pulls out her softening member from your wrecked cunt. You hiss at the empty feeling as you look at her cock coated with your mixed juices. "I'm going to clean you up, alright?"

You shake your head sideways and meekly grasp her wrist, pulling her to you with a comforting embrace, you'd rather have yourself in her arms than clean up the mess in between your legs for tonight,

Maki softens and takes the blanket, "Alright, I'll stay with you, darling."

She lays beside you and you automatically turn in her direction, wrapping yourself tightly around her and hiding your head in the valley of her breast, inhaling her scent and indulging the coolness of her skin.

Maki lets out a blissful sigh and pats your back gently.

You almost couldn't believe that the woman you're hugging now is different from the one who confessed she wants to make you swollen with her babies.

"I love you, Y/N." She whispers as your eyes begin to droop, but not before you say it back with a fragile voice, "I love you too, Maki."

She chuckles softly when she hears your soft snores as you wrap around her like a koala, the gentle, peaceful look on your face makes her heart flutter and a fond smile graced her kissable lips.

"Rest well, my love." She sighs before joining you in a blissful sleep.

[95zintheirownworld]

Tae making Interviews about Jimin

“Can I go back to talking about Jimin?” is rlly Tae’s mood 24/7 and I don’t blame him

for my dear anon

there really Are a lot to enjoy but im including in this post only my Favorite instances. im working on a “vmin interviews” post with all the times vmin have talked about eo in interviews so pls look forward to that as well

right. On To The Compilation

i think we should start off with this one simply bcuz of how random it was?? and tae just slipped it in with ease while talking about how the grand central On performance was special to them

PLSSSSSSSS 

from the Same interview. tae not being able to shut up about jimin’s intro in BST. both jinmin were so ??!!?!? over it

when bst was first brought up in the interview:

after everyone finished talking:

my man said head empty jimin only!

this jimmy fallon interview??

fallon: V, what were you like in high school

tae: GLAD you asked. so jimin was brilliant and he always woke me up

more from the same interview

he’s SO funny

this is old but also SO EXTREMELY FUNNY

fan: waxing poetic about his encounter with tae

tae: thanks. i was on a date with jiminie

LIKE?!?!!?!? im in agreement with joon here TAEEE

also the vmin gucci sweater makes this X10000 times more precious

interviewer: what did you do in your spare time

tae: yes, jiminie, what have You been upto *heart eyes, hold hands

on this note, why Were they holding hands for a solid minute in this interview

another one from dynamite era! tae just??? randomly turning all the attention to jimin in the middle of the press conference

HIS SMILE AFTER JIMIN DID IT HE IS SO CUTEEEEE

this one from let’s bts will Always be funny to me in that tae didn’t have to mention jimin at all????

interviewer: what does ARMY mean to you

tae: they’re like my close friends BUT OF COURSE JIMIN IS MY ONE AND ONLY FRIEND

ok ;-;-;-;-;--;-;

THIS NEXT ONE you all should Rlly watch the clip for bcuz screenshots dont do it justice 

tae: our grammys performance outfits were so good! ji- namjoon hyung and jiminie looked so good!

jimin: thank you

joon:.....okay!

THE WAY TAE STUMBLED ON JI- AND THE WAY JOON IGNORED THEM ALTOGETHER ;-;-;;-;-;

this isn’t Strictly an interview, but bts were discussing their performance and there went the jimin stan

THEIR REACTIONS ARE ALWAYS SO FUNNY

no one:

tae: jimin was great!!!

jimin: thank you

the rest of the members: ...okay moving on

one of everyone’s recent favs

that was so smooth of YOU, tae 

this next one is only random in that PLS GO READ THE FILM OUT LYRICS  IN QUESTION

kim taehyung, are you in love with your soulmate, pls speak into the mic

why is it that when it comes to memories in their hearts, vmin only talk about each other 33333

this next one-

tae ;-;-;-;-;-;-;-; “i did it with jimin. i liked these romantic skinship

and the most recent

interviewer: what feature would you like to have from your colleagues

tae: im glad you asked about my favorite colleague park jimin, the love of my life, the most brilliant man i have ever met-

the way tae didnt even answer the question tho. why ;-;-;-;

bonus: 

some other interview instances where tae Made Sure all the attention was brought to jimin

interviewer: who’s the most playful on set

bts: jin!!!

tae: but also jimin

tae: “this picture from the lights mv is from when i was waiting for my dearest jimin

interviewer: so any memories of japan

tae: ME AND JIMINIE

interviewer: what’s your favo-

tae: jimin

does there exist a bigger serendipity fan

“lets go jiminie!!!!”

this next one is just cute

bonus bonus:

i have to include the random ass jimin fansigns. i Have to, u guys

after a whole year worth of this (yes guys theres more..... ) fans rlly got tired and straight up Asked him 

ok tae;-;-;-;-;-;

annnd that’s all for this compilation. im sure there are more instances but these are all i could think of off the top of my head.

a more thorough vmin interviews compilation coming soon(-ish!)

[peachbokkie]

longer than tomorrow, farther than eternity

title/lyrics from stray kids ‘끝나지 않을 이야기’ (a story that wont end)

━ some of the special moments through yours and hyunjin’s relationship

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort?

warnings: mentions of feeling unworthy, mentions of headaches

wc: ~2.3k

a/n: i’m sorry this is saur long (for me) i kinda got carried away? anyways this is dedicated to a new but very dear friend of mine, yuri. i worked really hard on it and put a lot of thought into it, so i hope they like it & i hope you all do as well! pls feel free to send in a request or prompt, i’m hoping to get a prompt list soon. enjoy! ((i love u yuri <33333)) (soz for typos)

❝remember the first day we met❞

the way you and hyunjin had met was one that many people could only dream of. it’s funny actually, how calm you were when you saw him in person for the first time. see you were visiting korea with a friend, having always wanted to visit star avenue at lotte world. you know, where you can see idols hand prints? even compare them to your own. now that wasn’t the seoul, reason that you visited, (see what i did there? sorry i’ll stop.) but it was one of the big attractions you’d wanted to see.

at some point on this trip you and your friend had visited a mall. you’d walked into a store that you truly had no business being in, feeling that you couldn’t even afford to step inside. yet, you guys decided to go in anyways just to look around. while looking around at that expensive pieces of clothing, you spotted two guys standing outside the changing room. they were looking down at their phones, so you couldn’t see their faces. soon enough, a third guy walked out and stood in front of the mirror, checking to see what the other boys thought of the pants he tried on.

his back was turned towards you, so you couldn’t see his face either. you had to admit, though, he did look really good in those pants. “what do you guys think?” he questions his two friends. “i think they’re nice,” one replied. “yeah, me too. you should get them,” said the other. “i don’t know..” he stated wearily. and sure, maybe you shouldn’t have been tuning into their conversation, but you couldn’t help it! you had to let him know that you thought he looked good as well. “i personally think you should keep them,” you announced. “i mean, they look really good. dont they?” you turn to your friend and they nod their head in agreement.

the boys turn to face you and you truly thought that this was another one of your dreams. it had to be, right? because there was absolutely, positively, one hundred percent no chance that stray kids hwang hyunjin was standing in front of you— along with jisung and jeongin. the speed at which your heart fell to the pit of your stomach was insane. “you think so?” hyunjin directed towards you. you prayed you didn’t look like a fish out of water. your friend shoved you a bit, allowing you to come to your senses. “uh, y-yeah! of course! they fit you well i think.” how you managed to keep your cool as well as you did, you aren’t even sure.

“well, thank you.” he smiles at you before turning back towards the mirror. you weren’t going to bring it up, you really weren’t! it just.. slipped out? “you’re hyunjin!” you exclaimed, putting a fist to your mouth. “and han, and i.n, and i think i might just pass out.” ‘not me standing in front of stray kids acting a fool,’ you thought to yourself. “i’m so sorry, please, i love you guys so much.” your friend honestly couldn’t do anything to save you at this point, all they could do was stand back and watch.

the boys laugh, but not in a malicious way. hyunjin found you to be quite cute, actually. “thats really cool!” jisung replies. “its nice to meet you guys.” jeongin agrees, both of them smiling at you. “what’s your name?” hyunjin asks, mainly towards you. after telling him your name, the five of you have a small conversation, you talk about your favorite stray kids songs, why you’re in korea, while the boys exchange things about their lives as well.

“do you mind helping me decide on a few other items?”

“of course not!” you and your friend have a seat on the bench outside the changing stall as hyunjin walks back in to try on another clothing item.

and thats where it all began.

❝even if you lose your way for a moment or get lonely❞

you when you first moved to korea, things were hard to say the least. you had never actually thought about moving there. sure, before you guys actually got together you were telling yourself you were gonna be with hyunjin, only moving to korea to be with him. but like, you didn’t actually believe that would manifest into reality. lets just say the transition was not as easy as it was in your daydreams. the move had been long and stressful, it was difficult to find an affordable place that wasn’t too far from the dorm, as you didn’t want to commute an hour just to forget something there. especially after already moving across the world to be closer to him.

it was quite hard to make friends and acquaintances in the beginning. sure you had the boys (they adored you btw), but they often got busy, what with them being kpop idols. you would often question your decision, wondering if the move was worth it. you wondered if it was worth still not being able to see hyunjin as often as you would like, if it was worth the lifestyle changes, the stares, the whispers.

even after making a couple friends, you felt like your friendships were out of pity. you often felt left out and unwanted. this often led you to overthinking. you didn’t have the best korean speaking skills at the start. you wondered if this is why your new friends rarely invited you out, if they thought that maybe the language barrier wasn’t worth their time. you often felt alone, like you had no one to talk to. even your friends back home didn’t talk to you as much.

you didn’t want to bring any of this up to hyunjin, not because you didn’t think he would care, but because you felt that he was under enough stress as an idol. you didn’t want to dump your what you thought were “irrelevant” problems onto him if you didn’t need to. so you kept it all in. sometimes you would sit in your new living, just staring out the window. you’d watch the passerby’s, friends, and couples giggling and having fun all the same. you’d go days without responding to hyunjin, figuring you weren’t worthy of his presence. you’d constantly push him away. it’s not like you didn’t want him to comfort you, ‘cause you really fucking did, you just felt like.. a burden. you were lost in your thoughts, and you couldn’t find your way back to reality.

eventually hyunjin had gotten fed up with your antics. not fed up in a “i’m done with you goodbye,” way but in a “i’m tired of seeing you hurting and pushing me away i love you and i want you to let me in,” type way. he had come over unexpectedly one night, demanding to know why you had been ignoring him. he wasn’t mad at you, but more mad at himself for not noticing how you felt sooner, and how he let you think that he didn’t love you enough to want to be there for you.

“i want to be here for you, y/n.” he looked at you with pleading eyes, grasping your hands in his, “i want to help you when you need help. i want to listen to you when you want to be heard. i want to answer the phone at 3am after you’ve had a nightmare, or at 5pm when you need help ordering from a korean restaurant.” you let out a watery laugh, tears threatening to spill.

“and if people who are supposed to be your friends don’t invite you out or can’t take a couple minutes out of their day to help you with korean, then you don’t need to be around them.” he says sternly.

“you’re right.”

“aren’t i always?” you both laugh and hyunjin brings his hand up to your face, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away your tears. “i love you, y/n. i won’t ever let you forget it.”

❝i promised that i'll hug you even more warmly and protect you❞

after that night, hyunjin made it his duty to make sure that you knew how much he loved you. how he would always be there for you, physically or not. times when you were sad, hyunjin was there to scoop you up in his arms, holding you until you fell asleep on his lap while your head rested on his shoulder.

like, there was one time you had a really bad headache. you could barely open your eyes, all you could do was lay in your bed, palm gripping your forehead and eye hoping that the pressure would ease the pain. the pain killers just weren’t helping, and neither was the bright sun shining on this particular summer day. hyunjin had texted you a few times, wondering if you wanted to meet up for lunch since he finally had a day off. you couldn’t bring yourself to text him back since you could hardly look at your phone. hyunjin had grown worried since you hadn’t responded, normally you’d jump at any chance to spend one of hyunjins free days with him.

jinnie <3

hi baby, we have the day off today.

i was wondering if u wanted to get lunch with me :))

and we can go back to ur place after

babyyyy

y/n :((

if you dont want to come just say that :(((

he ended up deciding to call you because he was worried that maybe he had done something wrong. with a loud groan, you answered the phone without even looking at the caller id. “yes?”

“y/n?” thats when you realized it was hyunjin. “oh, sorry jinnie. i thought you were someone else.” you told him. “i was scared i did something to make you upset. its been like, fifteen minutes since since i last texted you!” he exclaims, and you can just tell from the way he sounds that he’s pouting, always the dramatics with him. you let out a slight giggle, “i have that effect on you in just fifteen minutes?”

you tell him you hadn’t been on your phone because of your headache- well you try telling him but before you finish he cuts you off with “i’m on my way now!” and hangs up. he lets himself in, having a key to your house since you guys have long since built up that amount of trust. he slips his shoes off and makes his way to your room.

you heard a knock at your bedroom door, “y/nnn, it’s hyunjin,” and he sounded so cute that you wanted to get up to hug him. the only problem was you momentarily forgot you had a massive headache, immense pain gathered behind your right eye.

“woah woah woah,” hyunjin speeds over to help you sit down. “take it easy, baby.” he says with a laugh. “i brought you some food and drinks, but you should lay down for a bit.” just as he was about to sit next to you, he remembered he brought you something else.

he reaches into one of the bags he brought, pulling out a pack of curtains. “i brought you black out curtains! that way the sun won’t keep bothering you.” *insert gun pointing at sun meme* just when you thought you couldn’t love him anymore than you already did. “oh, jinnie, you really didn’t have to,” you watched as he opened the pack and started putting up the curtain.

you were beaming at him. it was almost as if he was the sun, but this was one that you didn’t want covered. “i did, though. it’s my job to protect you and since i can’t just turn off the sun or make your headache go away…” he trailed off as he finished hang up the curtain.

he made his way back to your bed, sitting sort of slanted against the headboard. he pulled you on top of him, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist. he held you tight, as if you could slip away at any moment. hyunjin pressed a kiss to your head, and coaxed you to sleep.

and yeah, that might just be the best way to deal with a headache.

❝i care about you more than anything in the world❞

hyunjin loves you so much. you really are the light of his light. sure he loves other things. for instance his job, the boys, kkami, or watermelon. but there was nothing he loved more than, well, you.

yes, he’s ‘talked’ to other people before, and he thought he loved them— maybe he did. but never the way he loved you.

to hyunjin, loving you is knowing each other’s love languages. for him it’s hugs and kisses. that time when felix said hyunjin didn’t like skinship.. you dont know what that was about but that is not the case. hyunjin would hold you forever if he could. he kissed you like nobody ever has. it’s never forced, never a battle. it’s taking part in one breath, one ageless and passionate moment in time. from the moment his soft lips meet yours, till the second they part for air, it’s like feeling like you’re drowning in an ocean of love but realizing you can breathe underwater.

loving you is vulnerability. hyunjin is the type of person who loves easily, therefore gets hurt easily. you showed him that he doesn’t have to be afraid of falling, especially when it’s with you. you showed him that you wont leave him when things get hard. you listen to him when he’s miles away in a different country for tour. he used to tell you how he was afraid that you’d leave him while he’s gone, not because he doesn’t trust you to stay faithful, but because he’s afraid you’d realize he wasn’t worth it.

because love is scary, it’s inherently giving someone your full self. access to everything; your flaws, imperfections, beauty, he was afraid the cons would outweigh the pros. that was then though, he’s not afraid anymore. and it’s beautiful, the hardest thing someone can do is be vulnerable. he knows how much you care about him, how you would do anything for him. and you know that the feeling is mutual.

i mean, how could he not love all that you are.

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a/n: fyi the last lyric used was hyunjin’s part of the song,, see what i did there? kinda genius if u ask me lmaoo also i tried to leave some things up to your interpretation, i.e how things went after you first met at the mall. hope thats okay! but i hope you all enjoyed, ik this format is different.

masterlist - recent works - temp. prompt list

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4 5 6 for ALL OF THE CaPri FANFICS

LKSJMDHGVLKSJ ALL OF THEM???

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? 5: What part was hardest to write? 6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

Ink On Paper (tongue fic) 4. lmfaoooooooo there isn't a whole lot of dialogue in this one oop-

Laurent nodded. The wax softened as he pressed his hand into it, erasing his previous message. Soft, warm, melting under his touch. He wrote again, I need someone who is not afraid to read out the insults I make towards the idiots at court. You have been fired, Damianos.

i guess it technically counts lmfao. i just wanted to show laurent post-trauma still able to make jokes and snipe at his husband so it wasnt all doom and gloom 5. i'm not sure exactly what "hardest to write" here means because like... a lot of these fic have serious gore or otherwise upsetting content, but both emotionally and actually writing wise i find that kind of thing actually pretty easy to write hahahaha. i think i got stuck with the chronology and the decision to make it non-linear made it flow a lot better. for the record writing laurent getting raped and then having his tongue cut out was actually very easy to write, i think i got it out in basically one go. #cancelme the more fucked up and intense the easier i find to nyoom through it 6. my first ever fic in the capri fandom!!!! hehehehhehehe <333333 Level Of Concern (plan B fic) 4.

Before Nicaise could say anything, Laurent spat, “Does he know you had your first heat?”

SURPRISE nic was the one who was pregnant the whole time!!!!!!! 5. this one i banged out REALLY quickly so i cant think of anything here 6. capri omegaverse!!!!!!! i wish there was more of this 🥺🥺🥺 Like Me (what if Auguste was also abused fic) 4. ******CW INCEST MENTION CW ABUSE MENTION******

“Your brother’s stuck his dick in every single member of your family,” Auguste spat out, laughing, crying, and so miserable he thought his heart would stop. His voice rose again, and he felt something burst from him as he screamed for the whole world to hear, “Did you know that? Did you, huh papa? Did he fuck you too?”

dude this line is so fucked up lmfao but i enjoyed writing it so much. actually this entire scene where auguste is having his breakdown was really intense to write and im really pleased with how it came out OR

Auguste grabbed him suddenly, looking up into his grief-stricken face desperately. “Please, Laurent,” he pleaded, voice breaking. “Please. Don’t let him end up like me.”

i felt entirely too clever with this line lmfao. i was like ~ooooohhhhh title drop~ im so dumb 5. i just remember this one like. dragged on for some time. i couldnt figure out what to do with it, how to get everything to coalesce around the final reveal about auguste 6. plot twist!!!!!!! plus auguste angst. i really enjoyed this one, i wrote it after watching the movie Spotlight which is one of my all time faves Softly, Gently 4.

“My King has been overexerting himself again, I presume?” Paschal sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. “When have I ever done that?” Laurent cocked his head to the side, a wry smile on his face.

hehehehe sassy laurent my beloved <33333 5. honestly im just going to skip this one from now on lskjghmvlksjhglkvsjhdl i just get "stuck" sometimes without rhyme or reason and its usually on boring stuff, but then i cant remember later. the hardest part for me is when my dumb fucking adhd brain wont let me focus on writing but once i overcome that its usually pretty smooth sailing 6. horny omegaverse.................... my beloved............... giving men vaginas for horny reasons my beloved......................... Water of Life (birth fic)

“Do you want to hold him?” Erasmus breathed, eyes glassy. The baby cried, Erasmus bouncing him tenderly in those sunkissed arms. He looked apologetic. “Only for a moment, it’s not quite over yet.” A playful smile danced on Erasmus’ lips, and he brushed away a slick, damp curl from the wailing baby’s head. “A head this big, he certainly takes after Exalted.”

a cute, fun lil line in the sea of horrible angst lmfao ORRRRRR

Erasmus knelt before Damen, before Laurent. He said, “Exalted… Can you command his Highness to push?” Damen froze. “Do you mean…?” Erasmus nodded. “Alpha command.” Damen’s expression crumpled. He said, in a voice that shattered Erasmus’ heart, “I can’t. I can’t do that to him.” Erasmus licked his lips. “Exalted, in this state, he can’t push. His contractions are weaker. He’ll-” “I can’t,” Damen cried, clinging to Laurent’s limp body like a lifeline. “He’d… He’d never forgive me.”

damen is so sweet........ he loves laurent so much...... ORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

He stopped at the doorframe, turning to face Laurent with tears in his eyes, and whispered, “How long does it take, your Highness?” Laurent, shocked enough to respond, hissed, “What?” “I still wake up in the middle of the night thinking of it,” Erasmus said, voice thick in his throat, tears burning at his eyes. “How long until it’s over?”

real sad hours if u up click like. i love erasmus and laurent bonding over their shared trauma <33333333333333333333 laurent and erasmus friendship propaganda 24-fucking-7 bay bee!!!!! 6. unironically this is one of my fav fic ive ever written skdljmfhgvlksjdhflmgkvjshldkjfghvmls call the midwife is one of my favorite shows and writing this made me look at birth as something visceral and possibly horrible and traumatic. i wanna write more fucked up birth scenes, SO MANY MORE. ridley scott knew what he was doing Sandalwood (erasmus/kallias my sweet boys i love u so much) 4.

“I do,” Erasmus breathes, ducking his head, flushed as though embarrassed. “In the gardens, the perfume from the orange trees all around us on those summer nights.” Kallias smiles behind him – Erasmus knows his body so intimately he can feel it in how Kallias’ posture changes, though he can’t see the soft turn of his lips. “The scent was so cloying I thought it would drive me mad. It made me want to kiss you senseless.” Erasmus laughs, breathlessly, imagining the warm heat of Kallias’ mouth against his. “Don’t blame that on the orange trees, dear one.”

beloved..................... im weeping.......... 6. these two make me fuckign CRY ON THE REG I LOVE THEM SO MUCH MY SWEET BOYS YOU DESERVE THE WORLD- Wisps of Smoke******************* (lauguste fic) 4. ***CW EXPLICIT INCEST*** (i mean....... obviously lmfao)

“Call me what I like,” Auguste growled against his ear. “You know what I like.” He did. Laurent did. He knew everything Auguste liked – the slow flick of Laurent’s tongue on the underside of his cock, that tender spot behind his earlobe, the way Laurent’s thighs looked straddled atop him like his horse – and this. “Brother,” Laurent gasped, desperate, “Brother, please, harder. Harder.”

i wanted the incest to be explicitly part of the kink here lmfaoooooo 6. hehehehehehehhehehehhehe lauguste................... i need to write more of u But I Love It (laurent is allergic to latex fic) 4.

“Laurent,” Auguste said, voice high in warning. Laurent braced himself, stiffening visibly. With what seemed to be monumental effort, Auguste continued, “You know, Laurent. I’m proud of you.”

IM A SOFT BITCH OK???????????????? auguste is PROUD of his baby bro for overcoming his sexual trauma and getting that fat dick 6. SLJHVDLMKJDHGVLK PEOPLE FUCKING LOVED THIS FIC i tried to be funny and i think it worked. plus some softe bits thrown in. i also kind of see lots of humor fic where its a no abuse au, but i wanted to write something comedic where the regent still. existed u kno????? anyways hahahahha i dont think i can write anything like this again but im glad y'all liked it Is It Cold In The Water (slice of life fic) 4.

Laurent opens his mouth to say something cheeky, but instead, what comes out is: “Do you think Aimeric had the right idea?” Damen is quiet for so long, gaze serious and framed with his long, dark lashes, that Laurent wonders if he’d spoken aloud at all – and when he’s sure he had, he realizes Damen had remembered Aimeric after all. When he speaks again, the sleep is gone from his voice. “Laurent,” Damen says carefully, as though approaching a spooked horse, “Is something wrong?”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 soft,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 6. ruby likes this fic lskjdvhmflgksfjdhmvglkjsdhflkvgmjhlekjfhdvlgskjfhv im a SIMP- The Devil's Got Nothing On Me (AIMERIC FIC LEGGOOOO) 4. there are lots of lil nuggets in here!!!!

Aimeric blinks, and all he can think is, you knew? He says, "I – I just." "I am a patient man," Guion breathes, "I support everyone in my household. Everyone. But Aimeric, you are truly testing my patience. Your mother came to me in tears, begging me to find you. Look at what you did to her! There was nothing I could say until we found you!" "I'm sorry," Aimeric whispers, looking at Loyse, "I'm-" "Look at me," Guion roars.

this conversation was inspired by a very miserable encounter with my boss lmfao. fuck that guy and fuck guion

The regent, blue eyes sparkling - and Aimeric has never thought eyes could look just like a summer sky until now - says to Guion but really to Aimeric, "I was thinking I could take little Aimeric riding tomorrow. Just the two of us." Loyse says, before Guion can speak, voice trembling with relief, "I think that's a wonderful idea, your Highness."

~dramatic irony~ lmfaoooooooooo. WE know of course that this is a bad thing, but it's always fun to have characters make bad choices that they have no idea are bad. i also did this briefly in "Like Me" with auguste's ex wife taking nicaise to church because she was so overwhelmed at home and he offered to help. of course, the regent is always happy to help out. evil evil evil

"-was worried it might be difficult for him." A soft, lilting laugh. The guards had said the regent was in the library, and then there is Guion, right there with him. Aimeric is suddenly angry, not sure why his father is with the regent, who is his and no one else's. The regent responds, "I daresay it's been perfectly easy. It seems you've done most of the work already."

i wanted to highlight the fact that it was aimeric's neglect that lead him to the regent in the first place. hence "youve done most of the work already" - guion by ignoring and neglecting aimeric created the perfect environment for the regent to sweep in and take advantage. like leaving food out btwn 40-140 F is a perfect breeding ground for bacteria LOL. the books touch on that but i wanted to make it explicit

He is so, so ashamed. It's unbearable, the thought of her kind eyes, the way she cried for him, the way he pushed her away. Before he'd left to join the prince's guard, she had taken his hand, kissed it, and said in a voice fragile as glass, "It's been such a long time since I've seen you smile like that," but in that moment he could think only of the regent's letter warm in his pocket.

6. honestly i know ive sounded super conceited this whole time but i kind of tear up whenever i read through the end of the fic lmfao. aimeric is just so fucking depressing as a character and i love that i really got to explore that in this fic. he really didnt have anyone, did he????? he's like a tragic greek character where you just watch him stumbling towards his inevitable end and it hurts the whole time. its even worse on the reread ANYWAYYYYYYY thats it. thanks so much for the ask anon!!!!!!! feel free to send me more!!!

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OKAY U GUYS LMAO TY FOR THE ASKS <33333 I’ll do ygo for all the letters here! It’s long so I’ll put it under a read more! So dive on in for some talk about my writing and puzzleshipping fics! (Also some snippets I posted below so wink wink)

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Not like directly, but I definitely put some of my influences into them. Like Yugi wanting to be a knight in The Beast Within was 100% because I used to want to be a knight lmao. 

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Ohhh off the top of my head? Gosh mmmm. Okay so off the top of my head there’s this one scene in an AU I’m probably going to abandon actually, so it’s kinda ehhh to show it now and tease u all like this lmao, but I did really enjoy writing the interactions between Yugi and Atem in them, so I’m going to put one of those for this! I just like the way they butted heads and Atem refused to relent, but then so did Yugi so they just tip toed around each other looking for the weak spot while referring to ‘the pharaoh’ as if it’s someone else and not Atem lmao. For context, it’s from an AU where everyone is an anthro animal, felines are considered the high ranking ones, spotted cats (Yugi’s species) is endangered and highly revered, Atem is a lion.

“You’re under the protection of the pharaoh, and as such are to remain in the palace where said effect can be carried out.” Atem answered as dully as he could manage. It seemed to work, as Yugi’s expression dropped.

“That order can be extended and revoked by the pharaoh himself should he wish. Do you think the pharaoh realises that? I wonder…” Yugi clicked his tongue, a thoughtful hand tapping his chin.

“I believe the pharaoh wishes for the spotted cat to remain within the palace walls, where he would be safest. I wonder if he realises that he could have servants fetch anything he needed from the city.”

“He wants to go look at what the city has to offer. With his own eyes, not those of servants not belonging to him.”

“You have your own staff I have assigned to you.”

“They’re not loyal to me.”

Atem paused, finally giving his full attention to Yugi. So that’s the kind of game Yugi was playing today. It seemed he had slipped up, however, and Atem wasn’t beneath taking advantage of this blunder.

“You question the good intentions of the pharaoh, who has given you his place as residence while asking nothing of you?” Atem tsked, turning back to his scroll, attention slipping from Yugi. He knew that would irritate the little cat, and sure enough, Yugi gave a soft growl in warning.

“I do not question the pharaoh, only wonder if he remembers whether or not he will honour his agreement.”

“What agreement?” Atem rolled his eyes.

Yugi pushed off the desk, slamming a hand down on the table, tail lashing angrily behind him. “You cannot keep me locked up here, pharaoh. Protective rules or not, if I leave, you cannot stop me.”

“No, I can’t,” Atem responded calmly, adjusting the scroll in his paws. “But you lose my protection if you venture into the city. You go alone.”

"I will be going into the city, pharaoh. And you will provide me with the necessary guards."

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

I tend to write random scenes around as I get inspiration for them, but mostly I write it chapter by chapter to keep it consistent! But if I’m in a slump, I write scenes that I had the motivation to work on, even if it’s for like three chapters ahead. I did this a little with my Big Bang fic because I had a deadline and needed to be working on it lmao. Fun fact tho, The Living Daylights I started off with the opening scene from chapter nine! Yeah nine chapters in right crazy ahaha, but that was what inspired the AU! xD

H: How would you describe your style?

I dunno? Semi-decent descriptions enough to understand locations and a fuckton of travelling montage work and fighting scenes. I couldn’t tell u dude I dunno my own style lmao.

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

Sure, why not! So my list of fics I’m currently writing are:

Prince and King on AO3

Dragontaur AU/ Opportunities in Unexpected Places on AO3

The Demon Prince Yugi and Knight Atem AU, which will be my next multi chap fic after PaK is done.

A naga!Yugi and vampire!Yugi AU that I’m writing, buuuuut they’re both for my smut blog, where I post them exclusively, and I’m not going to move them to AO3 either soz (anyone is welcome to IM me for the link to the blog, but it’s on private so access is message only lmao).

Magic AU, which u can find some snippets of here! I don’t plan to take this further than a longshot, even with the potential for more there, I just don’t have the time for another fantasy AU world to build rn lmao. But I hope to have something of this to share soon!

Lion Atem, which I gave the snippet of above, where they’re all anthros. I never wrote much for this, and although I liked the concept, I don’t think I’ll work on it anymore. Maybe I’ll post the 6K I wrote just as a ‘read if u want but don’t expect more pls’ kind of thing. But yeah, at this stage this one is p much discontinued because I don’t have the time to work on it. 

And that leaves Elf King Yugi, something that has definitely been on the back burner for MONTHS now (ever since Trial and Error, so u do the maths lmao) which I have written a fair amount for, but need to do some serious plot work before I consider doing more. Since there is a chance I’ll continue to work on this one tho, I’ll post a snippet here!

"You know the council isn't going to like this Yugi. You're in for a long and dangerous fight with this one."

"I know Anzu- you don't need to treat me like a kid." Yugi scolded her with a quick frown.

"I'm just warning you. Be prepared to argue into the night."

"I am- believe me." Yugi groaned, a hand rubbing his forehead as if to still a headache.

Yami tittered at the edge of the room near the door, unsure if he should interrupt what looked like a conversation (or argument) between friends.

Luck wasn't (or was) on his side though it seemed, as Yugi took that moment to crane his neck to where Yami was standing, his eyes lighting up. Yami suppressed a groan as he waved him over. Yami stepped lightly, his steps hesitant as he approached the two.

"Oh wow Yugi is this him? Your narcissism is showing with this one." The girl’s eyes gleamed with something predatory, like she was sizing up how long Yami would last in... Something.

"Would you please stop saying 'this one?' It implies I do this frequently- which I don't." Yugi said, shooting Yami an apologetic look. "This is Anzu- she works at the castle here-"

"You forgot to mention I'm your best friend." Anzu said in a sing song voice. Yugi shot her a look this time.

"Yes, and you're my annoying best friend." He turned back to Yami. "She's going to give you your tour, alright?"

Yami nodded. "Where are you going?"

"I have to go to court today. We'll see each other later, my dear Yami." Yugi smiled at him, reaching out to pat his shoulder as he passed him, disappearing out of the room.

Yami turned back around to immediately jump in surprise.

Standing way too close for comfort in front of him was Anzu. She had a wild grin on her face, like she knew a secret Yami didn't.

"Well well Yami. Looks like it’s just the two of us for the rest of the day." She practically purred.

"Uh... Okay... Should I be worried?" Yami frowned, not liking the glint in her eyes. It's like a maze of demons here, Yami observed. You turn away from one only to find another.

"Not at all," Anzu hummed, patting Yami's shoulder. "We're all friends here I assure you. Yugi wants me to take extra good care with you. And I must say- I can see why. You're a keeper."

"A keeper?" Yami's frown deepened, and he suppressed a sigh of exhaustion. Just what have I gotten myself into here? He was beginning to seriously regret his decision to break the elves' border seal now.

"Never mind." Anzu waved him off, trotting over to the door only to swing back around, her hand on the handle. "You coming? Yugi wants you to see the castle."

"Oh, right, of course." Yami muttered, following Anzu as she made her way out into the hallway.

"Alright, first things first- unless Yugi gives you public permission to travel around, don't go anywhere without an escort, okay?"

"Why? I'm not a kid." Yami scoffed.

"Mmm, technically you are to a lot of these folk. Most of the population in the kingdom are elves, and they tend to be a lot older than they appear."

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

LMAO YEAH REALLY WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO WRITE THE REST OF PRINCE AND KING BUT WELP IT’S MY FIC AND I’VE COME THIS FAR SO I GOTTA FINISH IT RIP. I just reaaaaaally crave the day I can slap a COMPLETED on it :’’’’D

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

The plot! Mainly because fanfic so the chars already exist lmao. I usually start with one thing that catches my interest, and work out from there. Sometimes my AUs start from dreams, like Demon Prince started because I had a dream Yugi was a demon in jail trying to seduce Atem to come work for him so lmao there u go. 

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?)

I’m much more of an architect, because without a decent plot written out in front of my, in like a chapter by chapter format, I will easily lose motivation and focus because I won’t have a ‘oh yeah that’s what’s happening next!’ sort of thing. It helps with building up foreshadowing and stuff too for me. The stories I try to ‘gardener’ for I guess are the ones that often don’t see tumblr or AO3 lmao. AKA u will never hear of them because I have a few lmao.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

Interesting question! I suppose it depends what kind! I like collaboration ideas, in fact my first multi chapter fic The Living Daylights was a collaboration in ideas between me and my pal Ren! But I still wrote the entire thing lmao. I guess I like to have control over the writing for style consistency, but I think tackling the entire concept with another writer would be fun! I’ve never tried to write something with someone else so I dunno how that would go!

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

[kinda nsfw] INNOCENT PURE YUGI MUTOU WHO MUST ALWAYS BOTTOM FOR ATEM BECAUSE ATEM IS SEX GOD AND YUGI IS VIRGIN WHO KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT SEX. Listen nothing rustles my JIMMIES more than that that troupe which is EVERYWHERE in puzzleshipping. I don’t understand why it’s so popular??? Like, this isn’t to say Yugi 100% CANNOT bottom because he totes can! But of ALL the puzzleshipping I’ve ever read that involved smut, especially in multi chapter fics, Yugi topped like... once, maybe??? ???? That’s SO MANY fics where Atem almost NEEDED to top. It kind of feels like people were too scared to write it at times? Like some stories I could totally see it either way, but it was ALWAYS with Atem topping, always. I don’t really understand why people are so against Yugi topping in puzzle but auuuugh I just wish there was more of it u know? Like if I want top Atem material shit man I got hundreds of fics for that, but top Yugi? Man, I can list them on my fingers...

Long story short ppl shouldn’t be afraid to let Yugi top pls. I’m not saying he ALWAYS HAS TO TOP, but more of that than Atem always topping would be real nice? A nice mix instead of everything seemingly so bias would be cool? Sometimes I want top!Atem, and sometimes I want top!Yugi, isn’t that the same for everyone lmao. Like they’d totes switch it up all the time so why is there so little for top!Yugi? The mystery of my life lmao. Let Yugi Top 2k17.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Probably Atem, sorry to the kid but he’s the one who ends up suffering the most in my fics opps. I think there’s like ONE fic where Yugi suffers more maybe? The rest is all like nope lmao soz bro but ur the punching bag ahaha.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

(this is the one I picked myself lmao) I like really specific ones! I like to know exactly what I’m writing, and unless I get a burning idea in my head I’d rather do (not often) I’d prefer prompts that give me more to work with, or at least more detail than like a one line simple prompt lmao. 

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@scvtteredmemories, @cheekykeybearer - Your Soras are just adorable ahhhh I gotta get a Kingdom Hearts verse for Spidey up when I get the chance so we can interact! Thank you guys so much for following and I love you both!

@tokingdomscome - MICKEY-MUN I JUST ADORE YOU AND YER MICKEY SO MUCH I MIGHT DIE OF CUTENESS. I can literally hear him in my head with everything you write, and I want to thank you sincerely for being so nice, yer spectacular friendo!! *huggles*

@bluehatchingrooster - You’ve been following my blogs since day one when I first started, and I’m so grateful to have met you! It’s only fair you get a shout-out! Thanks for your kindness, and you rock! <3333

@youngestwarnersib / @smackstheshitouttayou / @norelationbunny - HAYLEY YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE HERE AND I CAN’T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP. You have so much energy and enthusiasm its so contagious!! I love you forever, sister, and don’t you forget it! <33333 ^^

@lccnatic - FRECHER, YOU ARE EVERY BIT OF SWEETNESS OUR RP COMMUNITY HAS TO OFFER, AND I THANK YOU FOR GETTING ME INTO LOONATICS. <333 You’re so wonderfully talented with your muses, so fun and nice to talk to, I just can’t asdfghjkl; ILU!!!

@webheadjrr - You were one of the first to follow me on Spidey, and I just love your portrayal of May we soooo need to get a thread going!! I might even cosplay as her at some point this year, hopefully xD Thank you for enjoying my blog, dear! <3

MORE AMAZING SPIDER-FANS!

@accioturtur @grammarstanley @ironmaidenfan @burningxstarsx @bblogan @xanodite @itsherxtime @belcvedcne @ripstcr @happygxlucky @thoughtshrouds @kittywhskers

Thank you all, even those I haven’t mentioned! Stay amazing!