#i'm not even tender-headed i just cry a lot cause i don't feel my feelings enough so sometimes they come out in other ways

[panb1mbo]

gear shift? no sir that is my hair tie holder

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Time of the month

I mean this in no slander way, but the clones may know about sex and etc, but they definitely are dumb ass hell to a period lmfao. They are clones after not really like the other demons too lmfao

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff & smut, periods, oral (reader receiving), hunger impulses, humor

Aizetsu

Aizetsu could tell someone wasn't right with you for the past few days. He explained that a demon is able to sense the hormone changes in a human, but he couldn't really make out what it is. When Aizetsu smelled blood from you, he almost panicked. "Y/n, where are you hurt?" He asked, holding your face looking around your neck and chest.

You giggled. "I'm not hurt. Why are you assuming that?" You asked "I smell blood from you" Aizetsu says almost crying and looking around your body "don't hide your pain from me it makes me sad when you do" Aizetsu kept checking until he squats down to your lower half and smelled where the blood was coming from.

You took a step back a bit nervously. "Aizetsu... I'm just on my period. Do you not know what that means?" You asked, and he just shook his head, no in response. From that day, you had to explain to Aizetsu what a period is and how it's very common for women to have one and anyone with a uterus, and he was able to understand.

You couldn't stop Aizetsu hunger when your period came. "Y/n, I'm so hungry. Please let me eat, I need to. I can't resist it anymore. " Aizetsu begs you every time, drool falling from his chin from his hunger. Aizetsu goes down on you, having his tongue lap up at the blood flowing out of you having his fill. Most of the time, Aizetsu does it to satisfy his hunger but will get carried away and end up over stimulating you.

"A-Aizetsu you said you were done" you mewl and your back arches when you feel him suck on your clit. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he moans on your pussy "forgive me" he said between licks not stopping until he's tasting your cum mixed with your blood.

Aizetsu takes notice that when you're on your period, you get more emotional and clingy to him. "Y/n, I have to go see "that man." I promise I'll come back," he said, but you just held his hand tighter. "Don't leave Aizetsu. I'll miss you, " you said and began crying, but that only made Aizetsu cry and even harder at that. "Your poor thing. You can't live with out my for more than a second, can you? " he said.

"What the fuck!? I just don't want my boyfriend leaving me" you sob "so you can live without me!?" Aizetsu asked only making him sob harder having you both because an emotional mess.

Sekido

The first time Sekido realized what a period was after you explained it to him, he literally called it stupid. He couldn't understand how the uterus could cause a person so much pain all because they aren't pregnant each month. "If it's because you're not pregnant, why don't I just get you pregnant, you fool?" He said, being very serious, and you tried not to laugh since it wouldn't really change anything.

Sekido would get mad when your period could affect your whole body. "What do you mean I can't lay my head on your chest!? You said it was just your stomach hurting you," Sekido said, sounding confused but somehow angry as well.

"Sekido, when I get my period, a lot of things happen to my body, including my boobs... they are really tender and sore right now, " you explained, but that only angered Sekido even more. "Please don't be mad," you say with tears instantly coming out of your eyes. "Why are you crying!?" He raised his voice. "Don't yell at me either!" You sob in your hands, having Sekido stand there dumb founded and feeling somewhat bad for making you cry.

Sekido had to take many months to understand you on your period and when not to say certain things. Even so, he couldn't hide his hunger when you're around on your period. "Stop squirming. The more you do, the less blood that comes out and I'm fucking hungry" he said, holding your legs open but reminds himself you are in pain and sure to have his hand on your stomach, rubbing it and giving your clit attention with his tounge to give you pleasure.

Sekido doesn't get carried away with getting his fill but there will be those days where he'll want to fuck you on your period and that's the softest sex you'll ever get from him.

Karaku

"A period? Do I get one? My dick does have a hole, so maybe i can have one..." He'll ask seriously after you explained to him why you bleed every month from your vagina. Karaku couldn't believe this was something you could do all because you weren't pregnant, and surprisingly, he made sure to take a mental note of how he should help you when this time comes around.

Karaku did realize how needy you'd get for him on your period. He'd use this opportunity to get his fill, lapping up the blood from your pussy but take his sweet time but making sure to pleasure you in the process, moaning from how good you tasted both for his hunger and your arousal.

"You're still in pain, aren't you?" Karaku rubs your stomach and gives it soft kisses. "Don't worry. I'll make the pain go away," he smirks. Karaku is able to go up to many rounds with you, that's just the stamina of a demon but he has to realize on a normal day you can only do so many but on months like this? Oh he loves how you can take his cock for more then an hour.

Karaku notices how you're much more needy for words of affirmation during this month. "y/n, you're beautiful. I love you. " he'll hold your face, squish your cheeks together, and even pet your head. "Are you still in pain?" he'll say, rubbing your back and sometimes giving you butt rubs as you lay on his chest. "It'll end soon. You'll be fine"

Urogi

"Wow! Are these pads? Look how easily they break!" He said, ripping up at least 3 of your pads with his sharp talons. You screamed at him so loud that day, saying you need them to the point where Urogi doesn't dare mess with them again.

Urogi makes fun of you for being in your period. He'll often compare you to Sekido with how angry you get. "Am I bothering you? Why aren't you talking to me? Hello, hello hello" Urogi said, knowing he's being annoying and even using his talon to poke you in a painful way to annoying you "fuck off! Stop that you annoying bird!" You yell "ok ms.sekido, " Urogi said.

You'd never have a problem with Urogi going down on you when it's that month for you since it was normal for a demon to have hunger impulses when they smell blood from a human but you never wanted to give Urogi the satisfaction of how good his tounge felt.

You can tell when Urogi has had his fill but will want to keep playing with you. You'll turn your head with a pout, not looking at his big yellow eyes staring at you. "What? Don't wanna look at me? Is it because I'm a mess with your blood" he mocks you and presses his tounge flat on your clit.

"So much more sensitive then usual" Urogi grabs your thighs spreading them open keeps licking at your clit and feel your legs trembling in his grip. "Oh? Does it feel good? Your legs are shaking, " he said "C'mon tell me how good it feels, " he stops, looking up at you, waiting for an answer

"Fuck... it feels good, keep going" you grab his hair pushing his head closer to your thobbing clit. "Don't worry, I'll have you cumming on my tounge in no time~"

[milk-tea-sakura]

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓭 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽! 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓬𝓻𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 701

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 2 𝓶𝓲𝓷 44 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Bang Chan gently stroked Y/n's hair as she lay on the couch, a heating pad pressed against her stomach. Her cramps were causing her to wince occasionally, and he could tell she was in quite a bit of pain.

He looked down at her, a look of concern on his face. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked, his voice soft and soothing.

Y/n let out a low groan, her face twisting in discomfort. "Not really," she murmured, her voice strained. "My cramps are killing me."

Bang Chan frowned and bent down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Poor thing," he murmured, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "Is there anything I can do to make it better?"

Y/n shook her head, wincing again as a particularly bad cramp hit. "Just... just stay with me," she managed to say. "It helps just having you here."

Bang Chan smiled softly, a look of affection in his eyes. "Of course," he said, his voice gentle. "I'm not going anywhere."

He continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle and soothing. He hated seeing her in pain like this, but he was glad he could at least provide some comfort.

They sat like that for a while, neither of them speaking. Bang Chan continued to run his hand through her hair, while Y/n focused on the warm heat of the heating pad on her stomach.

Eventually, Y/n spoke up, her voice quiet. "Thank you," she murmured, her eyes closed. "For being here."

Bang Chan's expression softened even further at her words, and he gave her a warm smile. "It's my pleasure," he said, his voice full of tenderness. "I just wish I could take the pain away for you."

Y/n gave a small sigh, her body relaxing a little under his touch. "I wish you could too," she said, her voice soft. "But this helps. You being here, being so understanding. It means a lot."

Bang Chan's heart swelled at her words, and he caressed her hair once more. "I love you," he said quietly, his eyes meeting hers. "And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Y/n smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him. "I love you too," she said, her voice still a little strained. "Even when I'm being a hormonal mess during my period."

Bang Chan chuckled, a warm sound that rumbled deep in his chest. "You're not a mess," he said, his smile gentle. "You're just human. I love all of you, even when you're not at your best."

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears at his words, and she blinked back to keep them from falling. "You're too good to me," she said, her voice catching a little. "I don't deserve you."

Bang Chan shook his head, his expression becoming tender. "Don't say that," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "You deserve the world, and I'm just glad I get to be a small part of your life."

Y/n couldn't hold back the tears anymore, and a few escaped down her cheeks. She reached up to wipe them away, but Bang Chan beat her to it, gently wiping them away with his fingertips.

"You're beautiful," he said quietly, his eyes locked on hers. "Especially when you're vulnerable. It makes me want to take care of you even more."

Y/n's heart swelled at his words, and she let out a soft sob. "You're going to make me cry even more," she said, her voice shaking. "And I'll end up all snotty and gross."

Bang Chan laughed softly, a warm sound that filled the room. "I don't care," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I'll still want to cuddle you and hold you close even if you're snotty and gross."

Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. "You're insane," she said, her voice still a little watery. "But I love you anyway."

Bang Chan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good," he said, his voice soft. "Because I plan on being insane for a very long time."

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

A little blurb, cause cyberpunk is updating.

Soft Rolan x tav headcannons

So to start out, I think it goes without saying that the only people in his life he's soft for is Lia, Cal and, after much warming up and pining, Tav.

And on the note of pining, it's such a mix of his usual pissy self and ever so soft moments.

When they're having their usual moments it's a lot of teasing and rolan whining cause he wants tavs attention. ("You! Look at the new effect I've added to my Thunderwave! Tav. Tav! Look!") ("I love Lia and Cal more than my own life, but must they accompany us to the market every time? What do you mean you can go alone, no I'm coming with you.")

But those softer moments? The setting sun shining through the windows of the tower, Tav relaxing and playing a game of cards with Lia and Cal while Rolan reads one of his mant tomes?

And he just looks up at them and. Oh.

Oh he feels so content. His family is there, Tav included even if they aren't yet his family in the way he would LIKE (husband/wife ehem.)

You know the soft, pleased little "hmmm" he makes when you say you'll leave him to his study after killing lorroakin? That little sound embodies his true feelings for Tav.

Once they're in an established relationship its a whole different game. Man is WHIPPED but will vehemently deny it to anyone who pokes fun.

"Darling,you needn't spend so long cleaning that blade, I can help." "Dearest, I do hate when you come home bruised. And DON'T start on how it's okay, because it's not. How did you feel when you saw me bloodied and battered? Well, it's the same for me about you."Please, if not a healing potion, then let me use a spell, my muse."

*cough cough* "They're MY responsibility" *cough*

Well, now tav is too.

Behind closed doors, when the rest of the harsh world is no longer there to cause him ire or bolster his bitterness, he is a different man.

Soft whispered nothings, heads resting on shoulders, be it tavs on his or vice versa. Tail wrapped around their waist or wrist.

He strikes me as the type who would be fond of kissing the inside of their wrist or their tired hands.

Protective but also so so in need of protecting. We know the world has been unkind to him, that his birth family is not around for whatever reason. He would melt as proper care and affection.

Worry or being upset presents itself as anger from him, but once all is well and safe he will cling to Tav, whispering apologies and crying.

The first time he woke with his head resting on Tav's chest he nearly cried.

Overall he is, in his own right, so tender and gentle. When one manages to earn his heart, they've earned it in its entirety.

[alicerosejensen]

Okay, this is my headcanon! But I think Leon needs a REGULAR civilian girl. I have nothing against Ada (I love that woman) but with Leon you can hit me a dozen times, I can't see her. Their relationship, in my understanding, is toxic. Leon is clearly tired of playing cat and mouse with Ada.

So, my main (and favorite) headcanon is that Leon's partner is still younger than him, and is a student at the College of Arts and Culture. Perhaps she knows how to play the piano or some ancient instrument (the lute? guitars are for wimps). If she knows how to shoot or Leon himself taught her this. Of course, she does not carry a gun with her, but a gas spray must be! Leon will remind her several times to keep it in her jacket pocket.

Her gun always pulls a bit to the left. But in reality it is not, she just shoots askew. But playfully blames Leon.

Leon teaches her how to properly hold a weapon, reload it, but sincerely hopes that this will never come in handy for her. (Besides, I'm just sure that Leon will definitely praise her if she hits the target. It can be nice words or a gentle kiss on the back of the head).

Fluffy Leon. He is very gentle with her, flirts a lot, sometimes even too much. Sometimes he says various smut, only to deliberately embarrass her. But he likes it when she starts to play along, although he likes reddening cheeks from embarrassment more. And no, Leon will not tell her about his work until the last. He does not want to endanger a dear person. Relations with him are also not easy, because Leon is a very reserved person: he is ready to lend a helping hand, but hates to accept it. So it's hard to know what's on his mind. And all if you knock on his "shell" a little, I'm sure that Mr. Kennedy would allow himself to be comforted by insignificant signs of attention. In addition, it certainly relaxes him, as his beloved talks about some historical person.

“Do you know Anne Boleyn? I recently read Alison Weir, "Anne Boleyn, a king’s obsession. Henry VII is just a big pig! He wanted a son, but in the end, his daughter became the Great Queen anyway! He didn't deserve any of his wives."

Leon is unlikely to listen carefully if he has just returned from a mission. Most of the time he will disappear into the bar emptying the stocks of whiskey, but if his mental state is stable, then he is really interested, but not always...

She is literally his sunshine! Unfortunately, when Leon is drunk, he can rudely push away (not physically. Raising a hand to his beloved is beyond impossible for him). He will definitely apologize the next morning, but will feel like a bastard for having snapped at his love. Even if she forgives him.

Tries to fix a mistake. A gift or help around the house... Leon understands that it's hard with him, understands that she can find another good guy, and he will let her go without problems, considering himself not the best option for her. Yes, it will hurt him, but if it's for the best, he'll understand. True, leaving him will be accompanied by another hard drinking.

"I don’t want to leave, but I don’t understand what is happening to you! You are very dear to me, it hurts me to see that you are ruining yourself, Leon!"

The words that at least someone needs him, not as a federal agent, but as a person will break him. Leon would hug her, bury his nose in the crook of her neck, and most likely let himself cry. He's fucking tired of B.O.O, he's always dreamed of having a family and helping people as a cop! His life shouldn't be like this!

Their sex balances on the verge of tenderness and rudeness. I don't think Leon has a fetish for choking, for example. He can grab him by the neck, but he won't squeeze. Suddenly he miscalculates his strength and causes harm ... nevertheless, he still dominates, although Leon is a giver, so he will make sure that his partner gets the highest pleasure from making love to him.

The agent reacts quite calmly when his girlfriend puts her leg on his hip. True, he doesn't like it when she takes up the entire bed, trying to push Kennedy to the floor in his sleep. Sometimes she can be very active in this.

He's fought B.O.O., zombies, and more, but he doesn't always manage to stay on his bed at night. Because this woman prefers to take everything.

The couch is also comfortable.

"Why were you sleeping on the couch?

Leon will come up with some kind of go-ahead, but will not tell the truth

Nothing strange, just a man with the last name of the president lost a bed to his girlfriend.

I think because of the age difference, Leon is afraid to marry his girlfriend. To be more precise, he is afraid that she will become a target for his enemies. If something happened to her through his fault, he would never forgive himself for it. And let the D.S.O shove all the programs to protect the relatives of their agents up their ass (I hope they have such)

If an outbreak of a new virus occurs again, Leon will climb even to hell for his beloved. He's already protected Ashley from the ganado and Las Plagas, so keeping his beloved safe from the new stuff will be a priority for him. Leon is trained to deal with this, but she is not, but this does not mean that she will not hit the zombies with a tire iron or a bat in order to protect herself, but once again she will not stick out from behind Leon's back. But she may have to take a few shots, which is unlikely to kill the zombies.

"You have to shoot right in the head."

"This is my friend! You SHOT my friend! He... he... I could..."

"He's not human anymore."

"HE WAS MY FRIEND! Who gave you the right to kill people?!"

Yeap, she fired first, but...Leon realizes it's just a shock. He didn't tell her anything about where he actually works, so her fear is entirely justified. The gun she found will be in his holster, and he will carefully make his way with her through this shit to leave her in a safe place.

Hit a zombie in the head with a tire iron when he wants to attack Leon from behind? She has courage. Maybe she's not a spy like Ada; she doesn't look like Helena or Claire, but she tries her best to hold on even if she has nightmares afterwards.

Some riddles can be solved faster than Leon. Need to quote Kafka or remember an important historical date? Next to Leon is a walking encyclopedia. Play a couple of chords? Problematic, but not critical.

She is his sunlight... or the light from a flashlight. Leon's lantern broke, so...

"Please don't shine in my eyes, baby." "I'm Sorry."

Leon will have to say goodbye to his leather jacket, but it's a joke, he'll give it to her himself.

They will walk this path together. Most likely, Leon will leave her in a safe place, thinking that she does not need a relationship with him. Most importantly, he saved her life.

-Hey, Mr. John Wick, - Leon turned around in confusion at a face stained with someone else's blood, where a tired smile bloomed. - Will you teach me how to suplex when you get back?

-Better we just take a hot shower together.

- I don't think I'll be going back to college any time soon, so I'll wait for you to come back. And I'm sorry about what I said to you on campus. I probably wouldn't have survived without you. Damn, I'd be torn to pieces.

- I understand.

- We'll talk calmly when it's over, right? I probably didn't know much about you. Will this end, Leon?

- Sure.

He'll be back, really. When he finishes off another bastard who has arranged a new outbreak of the virus.

[imsogayyippee]

If you are still doing the timlex song thing (what no I wasn't scrolling through your timlex tag /silly)

Creatures In Heaven by Glass Animals for 2006/pre-MH timlex

Arboretum by Sparkbird for post-canon timlex

(I also think Arms Tonite by Mother Mother is very them but that's just on vibes I could be wrong)

AOUGHAONFVHANKLB

"Three in the morning, making love/Laid on the floor of your apartment"

"I'm dumbstruck when you're tender"

ough. tim barely had any friends :( i think he'd feel like he didn't deserve his friends being niceto him,:(((

"It tears through my head, does it haunt you too?/Diamonds in the dark in your old bedroom/You held me like my mother made me just for you/Held me so close that I broke in two"

"held me so close that i broke in two"..... what if.like. they'd broken up (i guess bc of how alex started acting?) and yk. alex then started dating amy and when he moved away tim, even if he knew they werent dating anymore and stuff, felt bad.idk. and "diamonds in the dark in your old bedroom" kind of the same thing. like the memory of them in his room n shit. oguh

"I don't think I realize/Just how much I miss you sometimes/We were young and so in love/We were just creatures in heaven"

kms. THEY SHOULD HAVE LIVED AND BEEN HAPPY AND. :((

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"Nothing lasts forever/When you never/Let it start"

i think this could be either about them after mh not really connecting if that makes sense? like. not really talking, interacting, whatever much, at least for a while, OR about alex not wanting to accept tim's help

sorry i don't.have a lot to say ab this song cause english's not my first language and i don't get most of these terms bc i don't usually read stuff related to gardening 😭😭 i mean. i translated the words and still dont know what they mean in spanish but wtv. i get the idea of the song though. :(((

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ARMS OTNITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! literally in my timlex playlist youg et it!!!

most of the lyrics in this song are the same but. it does fit. like YEAH alex did die in his arms youre right. also "I cry in the afterlife/I cry hard because I have died, and you're alive" IHBAWFBJV,FGAFNOAAB i love youtimelx :(

ALSO!! so sorry to the other 3 people who've sent me asks. i know 2 of them are from mid may im so sorry ill try to answer them in the next couple hours 😭

[thehollowwriter]

Summary: A short mindless fluff story in which Azul, Floyd, Jade and Finn celebrate new years together

Warnings: None, but may be slightly ooc

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

Happy New Year!

It was nearly midnight. The silence of the sea was pieced by muffled music and laughter, the typical sounds of a party, and lights lit up the dark beach in a bright glow.

The stars twinkled brightly in the clear moonlit sky, the silvery light beaming onto the sea below.

Four mers crowded around a large cluster of rocks revealed to the crisp evening air by the evening tide.

Food and drinks were carefully placed onto flatter rocks, most of it already eaten without a crumb left behind.

"It's beautiful tonight," Finn said softly, gazing briefly at the ocean before turning to focus on his partners, violet eyes gleaming intensely. "But not as beautiful of the three of you."

He leaned forward and gave each of them a gentle kiss on the lips, laughing quietly when Azul's face flushed a dark shade of blue.

The kisses were, as all benevolent acts, repaid in kind while tails and tentacles coiled and twisted lovingly around each other into an almost knot under the water.

Azul's blush was much darker, and became even more so as both twins kissed him as well, muttering to himself before returning the favour.

After a few moments, Azul pulled away with a huff, then sighed softly to himself and looked down into the water.

There was a moment of silence before he lifted his head again to find the other three looking at him curiously, waiting for him to say what was clearly on his mind.

Azul cleared his throat and let out a breath.

"This year has gone by impossibly fast," He began, staring into his partners' eyes. "It feels just yesterday we were getting ready for the new year. But, despite a few... hiccups, it was incredibly profitable. More importantly though,"

His voice and gaze softened slightly, an unplaceable emotion shining in his eyes. "My... my overblot caused me to evaluate a lot of things. One of those things was you. I don't think I appreciated you enough and... I'm so grateful to spend my years with you, and I hope we experience many more together."

Azul fell silent, unsure of what else to say. It was rare for him to be so quiet, but the feeling of his tentacles tightening around thm and his hands gripping theirs said enough.

He chewed his lip and a nervous pit formed in his stomach as the other three observed him silently for a minute or so.

"Heh." A knowing smile stretched across Floyd's face. "Love you, too 'Zul. I could spend forever with ya."

"You won't ever stop being interesting to us," Jade murmured, cupping Azul's face. "You truly are amazing."

"Don't ever forget it, love." Finn added, gently bumping their foreheads together.

"I-" Azul opened his mouth before closing it again and nodding silently with an almost relieved smile.

Their moment of tenderness was interupted by a sudden cry on the crowded beach nearby, indicating the start of the countdown.

The four shifted to observe the beach, Finn tapping each of his ears with his pen to block out the noise.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one-"

"Happy New year!" The quartet joined in, looking upwards to watch the fireworks explode across the sky in a blast of colour and light.

They all stared in awe for a few minutes, moving even closer together.

Jade broke the quiet , raising his glass with a grin and the others did the same

"To another year. Together."

-End

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed not reading angst for once! I had fun writing this, though it is very short and not that good

Tagging: @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @kitwasnothere @whspermy-name @cynthinesia @the-banana-0verlord @oya-oya-okay @elysia-nsimp @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer finally some fluff for ya'll

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟDepth of Choices → Hwang Hyunjin x reader ˚₊· ꒰💦꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊You've planned your future with Hyunjin at a prestigious university in Seoul, but your parents seem to work to your disappointment.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊Hwang Hyunjin x fem ! reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊a little angst at the beginning, fluff at the end ^-^

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊possible trigger, family Issues, insecurity.

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊1,1k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊Finally brought a chapter of my love Hyunjin! Remembering that English is not my first language, so forgive me if I have any spelling mistakes or the writing is a little formal ❣️Enjoy the chapter and I hope you like it.^-^

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Her chin rests on her legs that are pressed against her chest, her hands trembling as she gazes at the letter she has so anxiously awaited these past few weeks. Her heart was pumping faster and harder as the anxiety seeped from her body, causing her skin to break out in tiny beads of sweat.

Opening it, her breath hitched and mixed feelings grip her heart. Happiness, sadness, anxiety maybe? Did not you know. You fought for it, it's common to feel happy. So why do you feel like crying?

It took weeks of studies and a lot of effort to pass the test. Her parents forced her to skip even a few meals so she wouldn't get "distracted", according to your words. It was exhausting, despite always doing her best to be the first in everything that - academically speaking - she does.

You take a deep breath, perhaps because your brain has convinced you that just a little more air will make your nervousness go away - which didn't do much good. In search of a little relaxation, her legs unconsciously take her to the kitchen in search of some water. After drinking at least two glasses, your hands rest on the island countertop as a sign of tiredness..

You look for your cell phone that rested a little far from you on the bench, seeing that it vibrated. The screen was already lit, the name "Jinnie🤍" being spotted by you, a nickname affectionately given to your boyfriend Hyunjin. You sigh wiping your face so you could be at least presentable to talk to him, even if he couldn't see you.

"Hyunjin?"

"Hey my love. I called because I wanted to ask if you wanted to meet me today. What do you think?" - he asks, his voice with a tone of tenderness that he always kept when talking to you.

"...Maybe, I needed to talk to you."

"Talk? What happened?"

"It's best to speak in person. When can you come?"

"Maybe...now? I'm out here." - He laughs amusedly, it was like him to randomly appear in his apartment, mostly weekends like now, because that was when her parents were away on business, usually.

"Okay, wait for me there." - you hurry towards the door, slightly smoothing your hair to at least look presentable. "Come in." - you try to smile, but it looks kind of desperate. Hyunjin frowns as he puts his phone in his pocket. He wraps you in his arms quickly, giving you no chance to back down. You welcome him, fitting perfectly into his embrace, resting your head on his chest.

"What happened? You're definitely not okay."

" I want to talk to you." - you walk away, closing the door and guiding him to the couch. When they sit down, he reaches out to hold your hands, realizing that the subject was not very comfortable for you. He smiles encouragingly, waiting for words from him.

"I... I- remember I told you I was thinking of going to university?" - He nods, waiting for his continuation. "I passed."

"What? Really? Ooh, congratulations, my love." - he hugs you happily, squeezing you proudly. But, feeling your rigidity, he gently pulls away. "But...why don't you appear happy? Wasn't it your dream to study with me at Seoul University?"

"That is the problem. I even took the exam for Seoul but...my parents forced me to go to Oxford."

"O-Oxford? In the UK?" - Hyunjin stares at the floor for a while, as if he's hyperventilating. You shake hands that haven't let go yet. He seems to react to the signal, looking at you with distant eyes. Her heart sank when she saw his disappointed face.

"You... you should go." - he answers.

"But-"

"Look, if you really want to go, there's no reason for me to stop you. Of course, it hurts to think about spending a few years away from you, but I can't deprive you of your decision. The choice is yours, not mine."

"My love..." - your eyes water more and more as you watch Hyunjin wipe away the falling tears. "Thank you for supporting me but... that's not what I want. You're right, going to Seoul University is my dream. I want to be close to you and I love Seoul too, you know? But at the same time, I don't want to let my parents down."

"...I completely understand how you feel. But, if you really want something, you can't compromise your future and dreams for your parents' dreams. It's in your hands, if you need to, confront them and know that regardless of the outcome, I'll be here. Because I'm the one who promised to be by your side to face all problems together with you. I love you, dear."

"I love you much more. Thank you so much, you know, for not giving up on me." - you lean your face in, brushing your nose against his, thus depositing an Eskimo kiss as a sign of your affection for him. You sealed your lips then, a simple but very loving kiss, causing a feeling of need for the other to tighten in your chest.

"Never."

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A year has passed since the moment when you had to make the most decisive choice in your life. You breathe in the fresh spring air that hovered over the Seoul University campus, smiling when seeing the familiarity that I felt when seeing the young people strolling through the green grass of the place while enjoying their youth with banal conversations or subjects about the next exam.

You feel Hyunjin's comforting arms around your shoulders as he sits down next to you on the bench, placing a kiss on your forehead before you rest your head on his shoulder.

Sometimes you catch yourself thinking about what it would be like to have chosen to travel to another country and live completely differently, but, seeing what Hyunjin's gaze brings over you and how much her arms bring a sense of pleasure and nostalgia, you couldn't help but think you made the right choice.

⊹₊˚ʚ❛original by:: @hyunjinners . Like × reblog❜ɞ

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

(sorry, this is long. But, it fed my soul)

It's the night before Evan has to leave to go spend four months in Canada while he films his next movie. We were going to go out to eat, but we decided to order in because we wanted more one on one time with each other and he had a lot of stuff to do still. I told him I would look after his condo and bring his mail in. He didn't have to worry about cleaning because I would do it for him while he was away so he would have no responsibilities to worry about when he finally returned home.

Now, as we have the takeout spread across the kitchen table, sitting across from each other, he seems distant and he isn't eating much. Staring into space as he slowly chews whatever food might be making its way into his mouth. We haven't been dating long, but I know him enough to know something is on his mind and might even be causing some depression. He's oblivious, or at least seems to be, that I'm staring at his beautiful face and wondering what he's thinking. He finally looks up and meets my stare. I give him a concerned smile and he nods his head knowingly.

"Do you want to talk?" I say softly. His response is heartbreaking. He closes his eyes and it pushes a few tears onto his face. I immediately get up and move to his side. I squat down to be at his level and kiss his forehead. "It's ok, Evan. Talk to me baby." My hands cradle his face. He shakes his head from side to side, as if he's afraid to say what he wants to say. He speaks anyway.

"I...I'm just worried about leaving for 4 whole months and I don't know exactly what this is." I know what "this" means. The status of our relationship hasn't been discussed much. It's been a wonderful few months, and it's been...passionate. it's been filled with laughter and tenderness but it hasn't been made official. And now he's leaving the country for as long as we've known each other. I can't blame him for being scared. "I just want you to know that I don't blame you for wanting to explore other possibilities..." His eyes search my face for my reaction.

"Do you know how many times you have left my house and it feels so empty that I want to cry. Your laughter echoing off my walls feels like home to me." It's my turn to get emotional . Tell me, Evan, what do you want?" I ask him, wiping falling tears off my face with my sleeve

He stares at me for a long time, gazing into my eyes, before he shakes his head and speaks, "I don't want you to want anybody else. I don't want anybody else." His voice and his hands are equally shaky. I stand up and I straddle him in his chair. He tilts his head up to me and I gently kiss his lips. I kiss his chin, then his nose. I graze my hands through his hair. My eyes never leaving his.

"I can't even imagine wanting to even entertain the idea of exploring my possibilities" I say, echoing his words. His eyes close and he lays his forehead against mine. My hands make my way to his back and I gently run my fingers up and down his muscles. His mouth finds mine and there's no mistaking his need for me. He's sucking on my bottom lip and the way I'm straddling him allows for me to feel his cock twitch in his pants. He lets out a breathy, soft grunt as I press my hips into his crotch, putting pressure on his swollen member.

"Stay with me tonight, please" he whispers. His face is pleading. He doesn't need to beg me for that. Not ever. Before I answer he adds "I don't want to be alone and I don't feel right being here without you all night"

"Of course I will, sweetheart. What time are you going to the airport. Can I drive you?"

"Baby, I need to leave here at 4am. There's a car coming to pick me up. You don't have to do that"

"Well, that's probably for the better. If we end up staying up all night, neither of us have to drive" I give him a seductive smirk. He laughs softly.

We both go silent. Not awkwardly, but probably thinking the same thing. Where do we go and when. Now and upstairs. It's as if he thinks the words right out of my brain.

"Can I take you up to my room, babygirl?" He says it into my mouth before his lips smash into mine. This time it's sloppy, but it feels so fucking good. He moans as I press my crotch into his one more time. I pull away from his kiss and stand up. I put my hand out and he takes it as he stands up. He gets in front of me to be the one to lead me. His touch is gentle. He's rubbing my hand with his thumb. We've been together a number of times. Yet, he never ceases to comfort me somehow. I hope he never stops. Because, although I trust this man, It's always a beautiful thing to know he cares how I'm feeling. I always try to give it back to him. I hope it's enough for him.

We make it up to his room. The hike up the stairs seems way too long. Now standing at the foot of his bed I look at the clock. 7:30.

"The night is still young. We can take our time with each other." I say and he nods in agreement.

I know he likes to be teased. I want to, but I also want him to be on top of me. We have to give and take a little tonight and I'm ready for it.

I stand in front of him and as he's looking down at me, my hands find his zipper and button. I undo his pants and push them down his legs. I run my fingers up his muscular thighs and tuck them into his boxers. I push down on those as well. He takes his shirt off, speeding up the process. When he reaches for my shirt I stop him.

"Sit on the bed for me, please." He complies

I slowly start unbuttoning my shirt. My black lacy bra peeks out and I hear him sigh. I turn around as I lower my pants over my ass, showing a matching pair of a black, lacy thong. As I turn to face him, still in my underwear, I see his white knuckles as he clutches his gray comforter in his fists.

"I wanna touch myself" he almost whines.

"It's ok, you can. But, Im almost ready to come to you, love" he lets out a heavy breath. But, he can't breathe again as I take my underwear off and I'm standing stark naked in front of him. He puts his arms out to me and does a "come here" motion with his hands. His face is sultry. Sexy.

As I walk up to him he grabs my hips to stop me and he wastes no time before my nipple is in his mouth. He's swirling his tongue. Then he flicks it. Then he sucks so deep, I moan. He moans deeply and the hum on my breast is delicious. His mouth leaves my nipple and I whine softly. He chuckles before he lands on the other one. My head tilts back and my hips buck as his fingers gently brush against my clit.

"ohfuck" it comes out breathy

He does it again. And again. His mouth is alternating nipples. His tongue is soft and so are his hands. He is relentless. He's strong. He stays there like a statue. He keeps going. The same pace, pressure and spot.

"Oh, fuck Evan! " I shout it out before my climax crashes into me. I have to hold onto his shoulders for support or my jelly legs threaten to let me fall. But Evan won't.

"I got you, babygirl. Let it out..scream for me"

There something about standing there that makes my stomach coil. The sweet release causing me to tilt my head back and scream. His mouth finds my nipple again as he carries me through. He doesn't stop and I have to beg him. He stops for less than a minute and he immediately goes back in again. This time his fingers are fast. They are hitting the best spot and I scream again as a second orgasm rips through my body. Stronger than the first. I squeeze his shoulders this time. He grunts. From pleasure or pain, I don't know, but I'm on my back on the bed before I know what hits me, he spreads my legs with his hands and his mouth leans into my core. He blows hot air and then licks me. His tongue is soft and strong at the same time.

"Baby, no..."

"Relax honey" is all he says. His lips are kissing my clit. They are sucking on it. His thumbs are rubbing my nipples fast. He rubs his nose against my folds a couple times. "You smell and taste like the sweetest fruit" and then he goes crazy. His hair is even involved. The third orgasm catches up to me before I can even process what's happening. This time before I can even finish cumming he grabs my hips and pushes himself into me with such an urgency. The texture feels different and I realize the tip of his penis is coated with precum. With ease he holds both of my arms on the bed above my head. I'm on the bed and he's standing on the floor. He places his knees against the bed and pushes himself all the way into me. Our hips are touching. My eyes screw shut. When he speaks he can barely talk above a whisper.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yesss! Fuck me please! Please!!" The second "please" sounds very whiny to my ears. It sounds like gold to him.

"Ohhhh fuck!! Babygirl, I need you... You have no idea what you do to my mind and my body. I can barely breathe right now."

"Let me touch you, babe" he releases my hands. I smack his ass and he cries out "Again!!" I oblige. SMACK. He starts thrusting with such passion. He can't wait another minute. Each thrust produces a hot grunt. I look at a face that's contorted in pleasure. His jaw clenched. Breathing hard through his nose. He grabs my arms again and they are above my head as fast as lightning. His thrusts get harder. His balls are smacking against my ass.

"ohhhh fuck. Goddamn you do things to my body that I can't explain. It's gonna come, sweet girl. Ohh it's coming" the last "ohh" comes out in a sweet moan.

"Wait! Stop!" I scream. It works. He stops right before the point of no return. "I wanna do it. I wanna make you cum" I say it in my sexiest voice. He looks startled at first and then he grunts as he releases my hands and scoops me up. I wrap my legs around him and he sits down on the bed with me straddling him. I stare into his eyes and I start sloooowly moving my hips. I smirk. His face says everything.

"Please don't tease me. Please babygirl. I need to cum inside you"

"What? I'm just riding you" my lips curl in a devilish smile.

"Oh God, the way you make me feel...." His eyes are closed. His forehead is sweaty.

I'm still moving slow when he starts getting vocal with me again. This time it's little soft cries.

" You gonna cum inside me, Evan? Do you want it?"

"Faster? Please?"

"I'm sorry, baby but I can't do that. You'll thank me in a minute."

My hips are moving in circles. I'm keeping the pressure light. His tip is brushing against my inner walls. His shaft getting rubbed so very lightly.

A shiver runs up his back and then he cries out suddenly. "So good! Ooooh Fuck! Oh fuck I'm gonna blow inside you." I slow down even further. He loses his mind. I've never heard this man scream so loud. His golden voice at an octive I didn't know he had. His fingers dig into my hips as his head falls back. My hands brace it. My thumbs rub his cheeks. Sweat pouring from his face. This sweet man has allowed himself to lose all control to me. And all I want to do is make him feel safe and loved. He finishes. Breathing hard. Sweet little moans guide his come down. I move to get off of him and he stops me.

"Please not yet" and he holds my body to his and lays his head against my chest. His soft hair under my chin. I kiss the top of his head and start humming to him. He hugs me tighter. "You're staying right?"

"Yes, of course. Come lay down with me, my sweet love"

I get off of him and climb on the bed. He turns and does the same. I set my alarm on my phone for him and I get us under the covers. He pulls me to him and I lay into him with my head on his chest.

"I don't want to fall sleep.." he says as his eyes close. I kiss his chest and settle in. It's good he gets some sleep. I miss him already. But, I'll be waiting for him when he comes home.

[cheemken]

I remember having this lil hc that Drasna kinda raised Diantha when Dia just became champion and it's all soft and all but imagine that in the villain au tho

Fourteen year old Dia, in her own private room in the league, the day was over and she was tired as fuck, and Drasna is there helping her put some ointment on the burn scars on her back, and Drasna's tracing out the cursive C engraved on Dia's back so gently, afraid that she might hurt her, and then she hears Diantha cry, asking "Drasna.. why are people so mean..?"

Drasna didn't know, or rather she's not sure what kinda answer Diantha wanted, but, Dia is a smart kid yknow, even at a tender age of fourteen she knows a lot abt everything, and it's quite telling that she taught herself those things. So she sighed, taking Dia's shirt and helping her put it on, "I've no idea, my dear," she quietly said, pulling Diantha close to her after she's done dressing up, "perhaps they're just greedy, perhaps they didn't get the attention they wanted, perhaps they're just.. like that." She sighed, she wasn't good with all this, then she says, "but, I know that you're better than them, my angel. One day I'm sure that you'll be the light in this world filled with darkness, and then with the help of your friends, you'll defeat all the bad people." And hey, that made Diantha smile, and for Drasna that was enough, then Drasna was telling her that she might even become smth like a hero.

"like LucarioMan?" Diantha asked, wide eyed innocence, and Drasna chuckled at that, Dia always loved those cheesy action movies.

"no, you'll be better than LucarioMan." Then she kissed Dia's head, bidding her goodnight, and she left to head to her own room

But yknow, Drasna already having that sinking feeling after that tho, there was a glint within Diantha's eyes, cyan spirals swirl within the once warm sky blue eyes, and Drasna didn't like it. But she decided to ignore it for now, Diantha was still a child, she was just a scared little girl who just broke free from an abusive household, she was still getting used to being treated like an actual person, Drasna shouldn't even overthink abt that.

Then years passed, Diantha was eighteen, and the signs were starting to show. How anti social she was, how observant she was, how for some reason she knows a lot about people that messed w her or the league. But everything was okay, well Drasna likes to believe it is, until one of her friends, a psychic who was known to foresee the future, came to her

"our champion.. there's something wrong with her. She will cause eternal darkness in our world."

But Drasna didn't want to believe it, "that can't be. That must be a lie. I know some of you don't like Diantha, but this has gone too far."

"this isn't a lie, Drasna. Diantha will doom us all. That child will cause the ruin of this world, and she'll recreate it in her own image. She has to be stopped before it's too late."

And shit man that feeling was stirring up within her again, but she so desperately denied it, "no, nothing is wrong with our champion, nothing is wrong with my daughter. I raised her well, I didn't raise her to be like the people she hates, I raised her better than that."

And the psychic sighed, knowing they couldn't win this arguement, "if you will not heed my warning, so be it. Let your daughter kill us all."

Imagine how much that'd fuck her up tho, cause like, she really believed there's nothing wrong w Diantha, but there is, and she became a bit paranoid that she always made sure Diantha was being treated right by everyone she comes across w, lest they pull the trigger and Diantha actually starts to be the catalyst of eternal darkness that the psychic had warned her of

And now present time, imagine how broken she'd feel knowing what happened in Unova, knowing all the things Diantha had done, and her daughter is there standing before her, standing before her elites, body covered in gashes and bruises and her clothes were stained with blood. Then there's that manic look in her eyes, glowing the brightest cyan hue they've ever seen, and she's there, dragging herself towards them, choking out a sob, but that sordid smile was still on her face

"Drasna.. am I a hero now?" She asked, coughing up blood, reaching out to her, "I'm.. I'm purging this world of all the bad people. The weak, the broken, the ones who aren't fit to live in our world.. am I a hero now, mom?" And God that fucked her up so fucking much, seeing Diantha still blinded by her belief that what she's doing is right, that it's her Arceus given right to be the world's hero, to be the world's salvation, but she wasn't

Diantha wasn't destined to be a hero, and it broke Drasna to know that no matter how much love she gave Diantha, it wasn't enough to get rid of the darkness within her, that she ended up becoming the reason their world is falling apart, she became the villain of the story instead.

[dream-meister-translations]

100 SLEEPING PRINCES & THE KINGDOM OF DREAMS

STARLIT RUNWAY HERCULES | CHARACTER CARD #2

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After saying our goodbyes to the kids who were teasing us about being in love, the two of us couldn't look each other in the face for a while. As we walked around the town square, we kept our eyes on our feet… HERCULES : Kids are so much fun when they're all excited and energetic like that~ EMMA : Yeah… Now that I'm alone with him, I can feel my nerves setting in. My body is tense and conversation isn't coming easy. It was probably because of the things those kids said. (What do I do…? I need to say something before it gets more awkward…)

Just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, Hercules' hedgehog-like creature poked it's head out from one of his pockets. NEMEA : Nyaa~! EMMA : Oh, hey Nemea! How are you doing? Reaching out I patted Nemea's little cold nose. She excitedly responded, nuzzling into my fingers as if she wanted more pets. HERCULES : Hahaha! Looks like Nemea is as happy to see little Emma as I am! EMMA : I'm happy to see Nemea too. Thanks to Nemea, the awkward tension caused by those children had eased. (Phew…) A glance up at Hercules told me that he was thinking the exact same thing. When those golden eyes turned to meet mine, we both laughed. HERCULES : Thank you for coming, little Emma. EMMA : I still can't believe you were chosen to be a model. I'm looking forward to the fashion show. HERCULES : Thanks. I was just as surprised when Prince Superbia contacted me. (That's right. The fashion show is being planned by Prince Superbia.) In addition to his duties as Prince of the sinful kingdom of Votalia, Superbia is also a fashion model and a renowned designer. His clothes are known all over the dream world. HERCULES : I heard the theme of the show was gonna be "The Starry Night." He wants us to portray the power of the stars. (The power of the stars, huh…) EMMA : Then I can see why he picked you. This theme is perfect for you. HERCULES : Huh? You really think so? Weird. Prince Superbia said the exact same thing. With that, his smile faltered and sorrow overtook his features. (Hercules…?) HERCULES : It means a lot to me that he invited me to be in the show. But, I've never had any experience doing something like this before. It's gonna be pretty scary up there on stage in front of everyone… Hercules mumbled that last part quietly. As if he were ashamed. HERCULES : I don't even know what I'm supposed to do, you know? I'm not a model. (Hercules…) HERCULES : And what if my strength becomes a problem for everyone….. Hercules was born so strong that as a baby he destroyed a mountain with his first cry. His stepmother, so terrified by his power, distanced herself from him and sent monsters to kill him. Believing he was an abomination. That's something that left a deep scar on his heart… EMMA : You're gonna do great, Hercules. Just show that confidence I know you have! HERCULES : Little Emma…. EMMA : You're more than just your power. You have such a soft, tender side, too. Hercules' eyes shot wide in shock. HERCULES : ….Thank you, little Emma. The smile he flashed was dazzling. Like a star shining in the night sky…

[macfrog]

walking through fire came at the perfect time for me. i'm so happy that i can come to your ask box and send you a message about it! i'm currently going through it, and the feeling like i'm constantly failing those around me, my future self, my past self, just generally always failing is just making everything worse. today was such a hard day, such a low day, and it would have really helped to have some understanding. your words were that for me. it's like they personified, arrived at my door, and gave me a hug. people in my life don't really understand me on days like this (and sometimes, like today, it feels like they're right), so the guilt is always mixed with shame and hurt and yearning. yearning for someone to understand, to be gentle, and to be there. to help soothe all the dark feelings and voices. i wanna thank you for writing this one shot with so much care. you have a deep and gentle understanding of every single feeling, of everything that hurts or is numb, and i thank you for giving reader that person in joel because, through reader, i was able to leave my world for a little bit, and find comfort in hers. i can't really cry right now 'cause i'm not somewhere where i can do it and not be questioned haha, but imagine me sending this to you with a quivering lip (that will turn to tears later), and lots of gratitude. your one shot helped me replace the voices in my head with words more loving, more tender, and made me feel like i'm not all these things days like today say i am.

hello, friend!

i’m glad you’re here. glad you reached out. it’s so lovely to hear from you 🩵

i’m sorry today was difficult. bad days can feel like major setbacks when you’re struggling. it’s important to remember that you deserve the same care and patience as anyone else, and to be gentle with yourself. you are not failing anyone, ever, but especially not when you’re surviving a rough time. you are not your worst days, baby. you’re so much more than them!

stories are a super powerful survival tool. there’s a lot of love and joy, hope and resilience, and a lot of self-reflection to be found in these guys. if you saw even a sliver of yourself in that fic, that’s cause you’re already there, bro. you can do exactly what she did. it’s just taking it a step at a time.

some days, you might make it to the end of the driveway and think, that’s enough. maybe tomorrow you’ll get to the gate at the top of the track road. maybe not. that’s cool, too. maybe one day without even noticing, you’ll make it to the fields. who knows. but just take it easy.

not every day has to be about pushing yourself to do better, be better, feel better. some days feel like garbage. let them. they’ll pass, too, cause they always do — and you’ll be better for it. just be kind to yourself. treat yourself the way joel treats reader. love yourself with the same protectiveness. i promise you that you deserve it.

also: cry! cry it out. crying is great! get all those emotions outta there! run a shower, let yourself feel em, let them pass.

anyway. i think you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who hasn’t felt the way you’re feeling right now. you are absolutely not alone. i’m here with you; i’m holding your hand and resting my head on your shoulder via the internet as we speak (as long as you’re cool with that idk). you got this. i love you.

hit me up anytime. i wanna hear how you’re doing. :)

[bricommissions]

Here I am to help your blog! Hehehe...hi, my name's Iris. I'm an adult, but I'm chirpy and weird. Despite being an adult, I act much like a child at times, finding ways to make work fun, making weird noises and other stuff to make myself or others laugh.

I have a hard time getting social cues: I usually miss it a lot but do my best to watch for those cues.

I don't like it when people yell at me (makes me close to crying) I also don't like it when we have a scheduled time of leaving or something and suddenly it changes.

I like to sleep and dream; listen to music, play games, draw, and many more.

Buuuut, I can easily get overwhelmed witj many people, and despite my chirpiness, I have a bit of a low social battery so I just shut down.

I suffer from depression and generalized anxiety disorder- I am also super picky about food textures and clothing textures. If something isn't right, I won't eat or wear it. But I do my best to if it's a gift or something-

I'm kind, sweet, a dork, and can get super excited easily, but can get shy like- hiding behind someone or just resting my head on one of my family's shoulders.

I get startled easily so I usually squeak or make noises like that- (I literally got picked to play the mouse in one of our videos because of my squeaking so much- lol xD)

And if you need more information, lemme know!

Also, genshun impact please.

Have a good day!

hello there, iris !! thank you for sending something in to help out & i hope you're having a good day/evening/night as well <3

DRUM ROLL, PLEASE . . .

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i'd ship you with : ARATAKI ITTO !!

who better to be silly with than arataki numero uno itto himself ?! you both have a tendency to act like kids, but that's not a bad thing; it just means you have more fun than others do. despite both of you being adults, you're able to have fun as if time is non-existent & you're both forever young together.

for sake of story, let's say you're living in inazuma city. whether you have temporary residence or you permanently live there is up to you. if you live in inazuma city, you're bound to run into the famed arataki itto at some point. he's pretty hard to miss when he's usually causing such a ruckus !! the first time you meet, he's running at you frantically. it's all because of the ambitious little onikabuto skittering your way. you squeak as you do when startled.

it halts at your feet & stays there since it seems to like you. itto has since skidded to a stop & calmly walked up to you since he's just... in shock. he's never seen one of his onikabuto run up to a complete stranger like this before.

a little sheepish, he introduces himself to you as the one & oni, doing his very best to impress you since you have energy that onikabutos seem to like. you two hit it off pretty quickly, actually. you have a lot in common & simply vibe together since you have similar mannerisms. as the night goes on, you both become a lovable duo of huge dorks. you don't really get why people are so wary of him; he's a sweetheart just like you.

you make an immediate friend in that goofy oni, so you hang out quite often. he understands that you have anxiety, so he'll always make sure to check on you when you seem to be feeling anxious. whenever you're in need of defending or feel shy. you can always stand behind him; he'll puff that muscular chest out & keep you safe !!

since you like games, itto introduces you to genius invocation tcg, onikabuto battles, & more. whenever you play these games with him or the gang, the night is full of endless fun. speaking of the arataki gang, he ends up inviting you to join it. he's blushing a little when he does. it isn't until the gang members themselves point out that itto likes you in a non-platonic way that it all clicks for him.

you continue to hang out with him as usual, but the moments feel more tender. there's shy glances from not just your end, but itto's as well. blushing cheeks, hands brushing together, flirtatious laughter. it isn't long before you both become something more than friends thanks to the gang being itto's wing-people. when they hear the news, they support you both fully & sigh with relief that you both FINALLY got together !!

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[septembersghost]

maybe a heavy question for a tuesday night but—how do you manage to be tender and soft and open-hearted without feeling bruised all the time? or, i guess, how do you cope with feeling bruised all the time, if that is how you feel? i feel lately like an exposed nerve, like i’m too vulnerable by half and everyone is pointing and laughing. i feel like i ought to have a thicker skin but i don’t necessarily want to lose the tenderness. i don’t know what to do, i guess.

oh darling anon. i'm sending so much love to you. there is never a wrong time for this kind of question. i don't know if there's a right answer.

so here's what i will tell you from my own experience, subjective though it may be - i have always been an overly sensitive soul, a little too soft and easily wounded, tender heart that's maybe too naively trusting and forgiving. i used to get told to "toughen up" by various people (excluding my mom), there were even (male) family members who'd tease me intentionally at gatherings to try and make me cry because they misguidedly thought that this would cause me to be stronger. and it just made me feel worse, because i felt like there was something too fragile and broken in me, that i'd never be good enough or resilient enough to matter. that somehow the softness was weakness or childishness. it's something i couldn't change. and even when it's a compliment, it can be sharp-edged - you're so sweet, but so quiet! the kindness being something you try for, but the quiet being fear.

many years ago, after i went through a specific traumatic experience, i turned on myself, drove those knives inward, but also briefly lashed out. it's the only time in my life that i reacted in an aggressive way from the wounds. there was a span of months where i was unrecognizably dark and cynical and bitter, numbed to the softer and brighter things i try to hold. (and i was angry, but i don't think anger automatically is a negative thing, it depends how you channel it.) i was also s****dal, and miring myself in such a dark headspace definitely didn't make that better. it was brutal, and when i started to surface on the other side, claw my way back through the thorns of it, i realized...hardening myself like that was worse. it made the whole world feel heavier, and meaner, and harder to find my bearings in, because it simply wasn't me. i fought bloody to get the true sense of myself back, and she is soft and silly and too sensitive and cries a lot, and it's okay. it's okay because it's true, and being true is the only way you don't sink under the worst waves. i strove not to ever lose that again.

(it's why i keep: be soft, and i want to still have a sharp pen and thin skin and an open heart, and you have to be wearing a suit of armor, but have a liquid heart and soul, close in my mind all the time. like little prayers, affirmations. we are allowed to be this way. to exist in our tenderness.)

i know it makes you feel bruised and delicate, and cut open to the ache of the world at times, and like a flayed nerve at times. i know those moments are exhausting and echo around in your head. the only thing i can say is that i also believe being open-hearted is a gift. you feel things deeply and it makes the world richer and more beautiful, it doesn't only give you the pain, it gives you the wonder and the joy too. it doesn't mean it's easy, on the contrary it often is not. to be tender is to be so human. having a great capacity for love is a mitzvah, a blessing. there is no one who is tender quite like you. no one has your heart. this universe needs all the kindness it can get. you are rare and essential. consider that softness like a living thing - if you put it in the dark, it will wither and fade away, but if you let it stay in the light, it will keep doing its very best to blossom and show all its colors. that's what you are, all shimmer and color. those who truly value you will see that and treasure it, but the most important thing is to keep it for you. it's not a weakness. it's a strength.

[solomons-poison]

I think of you as love incarnate. Passionate, tender and a mystery. I think of you as a interesting individual who is kind enough to share stories about your day 😊 From your lawful/chaotic aligned roommates to your numerous cats under the regime of a mama cat that expresses affection to her children through sheer violence 😆

I think of you as a writer that creates content that gives off the same feeling you would get from home cooking. Memorable, warm, a sudden sadness (yes, I am talking about that geto piece you heartbreaker 😭) and sometimes confusion (I am still lacking knowledge about various ikemen games but I shall fix that in due time. . . Okay I mean a lot of time 😅).

I think of you as a professional and hardworking woman that houses so much determination and patience in a workplace that really tests both to their very core. I think of you as a courageous person who meets confrontations head on. I think of you as someone I am glad to have encountered in my life 😁💙

ANON??!!! (Although I think I can guess who it is ???)

I cant even conjure words properly, I'm just speechless rn. Not me trying not to cry at work 😭

You are so incredibly sweet and it means a lot that I come across this way over the internet and that anyone remembers that much about me sksjsjsjs

I'm so happy my writing comes off that way? 🥺🥺 I love writing emotions and just want people to feel the way I feel about characters and hope that my stories can do that.

And I try to be patient and loving cause I don't think straight up mean attitudes get anywhere and don't help anything. I firmly believe in treating others how I want to be treated. Occasionally I'm a sarcastic asshole so I'm sorry if I ever come off wildly mean cause it is likely not intentional, but of course don't be afraid to call me out on it.

Anyway this was a very sweet message to get and I really really appreciate it, thank you love ❤️❤️❤️

[gremlinasis]

20 - My inner monologue

In an attempt to formulate what's going on in my head, I'm going to type out my thoughts as I believe them here, rather than the rationalizations I usually write. That means this will be fairly dark and hold some mention of suicidal thoughts and general very negative self talk. If these are things you struggle with, I would advise you to stop reading. I'm just writing this to get it out of my head so I can see how irrationally negatively I look at myself.

The past few months have been extremely dark in my head. It's the combination of being alone and fucking up that is making me spiral constantly. I want to, just for once, allow myself to be honest about what I'm thinking. That does also mean that this is all fully without any nuance and from the perspective of someone with a very low self image. How I write about how I believe my people look at me is likely not true, but it's how I'm feeling, so if you're my friend understand that I'm only verbalizing to then be able to rationalize.

I'm a piece of shit of a friend. It feels like there is no one who really wants to take care of me, and I need someone to. I'm not allowed to ask that though, no one should be expected to take care of me. In general that's not something a person is allowed to ask of another. Care can only be offered, not requested. It's a flaw that I cannot take on that responsibility of myself. I can't feel close to anyone because not having someone take care of me feels like rejection. There's been a lot of tough love and it's the opposite of what I need, but it's what I deserve and I am at fault in the first place.

I don't have a large network and I needed someone. I mentioned to my best friend that I was lonely and then I also stated that I didn't have many people around me and that that scared me. In that moment I needed them to say that I would be able to come to them regardless, however they said that it would be good then that I extended my network. I get that, but it makes me feel like they don't want me around, that the friendship is coming to an end. Lately I've fucked up that friendship as well, I've been a worthless piece of shit because I haven't respected all their needs. So I don't deserve their care anyway.

I don't have the energy to go make new connections and even if I did, there's no way I could approach new people with my thoughts, just the idea that I would want people around to burden them with my problems is selfish of me and I need to fix myself before I should be allowed to have people around. Right now I'm not worthy of the time of others.

I don't believe it when someone tells me something good about me, the only thing I can believe is when someone shows physical tenderness to me, if someone holds me from their own impulse. But wanting someone to do that is weak and pathetic of me, because needing physical affection from others is inherently evil as needing something in that regard from others is crossing lines of consent in relationships in my head.

I believe that I am inherently evil for wanting attention and care of others. It is selfish and being selfish is not something I should allow myself to be. It's a flaw of my being.

I'm inherently evil because I feel jealousy in friendships, I'm not deserving of anyone's focus, because someone can't be deserving of anything from another person. So being frustrated or saddened because I don't have priority is disgusting and vile.

I wish that my life didn't affect others, because I just want to be dead. But killing myself would lead to negativity in the lives of others and I don't want to cause that. In the end would ending my life not just be a moronic cry for attention? I would not see it, but the idea of being gone and then having people care that I'm gone is the only warmth I feel right now, because that is the only train of thought in which I believe that people care for me. In life I can't believe that I have value for others, while that's all I care about.

If I don't hold value for others I don't see the point of being alive. My own life doesn't matter to me in this moment, I don't feel the need to live for myself. I feel that I'm slowly stripped of value as I'm being replaced in relationships that I have with others. Maybe I'm doing this on purpose, because the less people that talk to me, the more I feel allowed to kill myself.

The only network I can't cut away from is my family, which is why I don't think I will end my life. So I'm safe. I feel constantly guilty that I'm not a good person however, not to them, not in general.

And I feel so very weak that I am desperate to be loved by someone, because that makes me undeserving of love in general. It would help far too much currently to be kissed and shown tenderness, so I can't look for it, I'm not allowed to have it because I want it.

I can only be allowed to be close to others if I don't feel any desire to do so. I need to be neutral to be allowed to be someone to others, if I do it now I'm being bad and need to be punished. I need to punish myself for it. I'm undeserving of love.

I'm someone that needs to be alone to not cause harm to others because being around me and my needs is inherently harmful.

I am not a good person.