#ily never change 🤣

[kalcium-yippee]

BSD texting Head-Canons !!

Atsushi: Unironically uses 😁😊🤣😥. Loves abbreviations like 'ur', 'thx', 'ily', and 'omg', but always fully types out 'talk to you later'. Once said 'rawr XD' unironically to Aku and Aku put him on blast in the PM gc and Chuuya sent it to Dazai and Dazai put him on blast in the ADA gc.

Akutagawa: Doesn't realize the skull emoji is a laughing emoji and once sent 'I think I killed Atsu☠️' to Dazai. Always tries to type grammatically correct sentences but messes up you're and your and they're, their, and there.

Dazai: The most ungodly spelling. Ever. Sent 'I furcng hstw u slyt butvh' to Chuuya and he put him on blast in the PM gc. Overused the skull emoji severely. A victim to putting 'lol' after every text. Sent 'I lost Ranpo on the train lol' to Kunikida and got the good 'ol Kunikida beating.

Chuuya: ALL CAPS FOR NO REASON LIKE CALM DOWN. Can't spell the same set of words including 'Realize' 'resource' 'homosexual' and 'British'. Speaking of British- he occasionally gets those 'change keyboard to British English spelling setting' buttons after spelling things like color and favorite in British English. Messages in small texts. Like 1/3 a sentence per individual text bubble.

Kunikida: Never uses the exclamation mark. Over-uses commas. THIS IS NOT A POETRY CONTEST WHY ARE YOU TYPING WITH 7 ADJECTIVES AND 4 ADVERBS.

Ranpo: Grammar? Couldn't be me. He always spells things correctly though and never uses abbreviations except for 'ily'. Called Poe 'Pookie' in DMs and Poe sent it to the Guild GC bragging that someone liked him, but they all made fun of him for getting called pookie by someone.

Poe: Everything is grammatically correct, correctly spelled, and properly punctuated and capitalized. When he started texting, he would put 'sincerely, Edgar' at the end of every text until Ranpo sent screenshots to the Guild gc (he hacked his way in). Karl has a contact on his phone. The only contacts on his phone are Ranpo, Karl, and Francis. The rest of the Guild gc is just the numbers he memorized who they belonged to.

Nikolai: Fyodor's name on his contacts is 'demon-pooks😡'. He texts like one word per text bubble. Live love laugh caps lock. Sends 'tee hee' 'yippee' and 'hooray' unironically. Emoji god.

Fyodor: Types in FAT paragraphs. Like Abe Lincoln level speeches each text. Ends each one with "-Dostoyevsky'. Started a DOA gc thinking it would cause drama he could watch but it turned into everyone trauma dumping and connecting on a deep level. They all hated each other still but at least they could therapize each other.

Sigma: Messages once in a blue moon. Never a capital letters and he makes sure to turn the automatic caps at the beginning of sentences off. He puts emojis by everyone's names in contacts. For example: "Fyodor😖" "Nikolai🤡".

Lmk if you want more x

[mins-fins]

JUST A LITTLE BIT — ZHANG HAO

⊹ ˚. synopsis: note for next time, never let zhang hao drink too much.

⊹ ˚. pairing: zhang hao x m!reader

⊹ ˚. genre: fluff, crack

⊹ ˚. warnings: mentions of drinking, very much corny gay people, simply zb1 hyung line being idiots

⊹ ˚. word count: 1.1k

⊹ ˚. notes: I HAVE A HAO PC AND YOU DONT LOSER 🤣🫵!! just kidding pls dont unfollow me i need the clout 😞 anyway i DO NOT drink at all so if the depiction of drunk people in this is not how they actually are, sorry? i will never touch alcohol im sorry

⊹ ˚. this is for jj (@junjiie) because tbf i kinda owe it to him after pulling his bias (sorry bestie westie ily tho)

"what the fuck is zhang hao doing?"

zhang hao is not a heavy drinker, he doesn't enjoy drinking as much as his partner does, and he made that very clear when hanbin suggested celebratory drinks in the first place. he said, and i quote; "i'm not gonna drink that much, i don't even like alcohol that much".

look at where he's ended up now.

to be fair, y/n is surprised. usually, he's the one embarrassingly drunk and zhang hao's the one having to make sure he doesn't accidentally kill himself. he remembers that one story zhang hao told him where he almost drank bleach because he legitimately thought it was milk.

but today it seems like the rolls have reversed.

zhang hao is like.. super drunk, in an almost insane manner. for the past twenty minutes he's been doing and saying the absolute stupidest things, whether its loudly singing their debut song or abusing jiwoong.

to say the members are.. shocked is a large understatement. seeing zhang hao drink so much and act in such a not like him manner not only shocks them, but it also humors them too.

"oh, god i have never seen him this drunk before".

"your telling me, i'm his boyfriend, i never ever see him drunk".

zhang hao giggles and snorts, kicking jiwoong in the back of his leg as he falls over on the couch, dying from a random joke jiwoong told like half an hour ago, but his mind is too fuzzy for him to remember that.

the second eldest hums, stopping his giggles as he turns around and strolls y/n's way, stumbling as he makes his way to his partner. "hi" he snorts, hiccuping, he almost trips and y/n reaches over to grab him, standing him back upright.

"hello" he smiles simply. he's a little drunk, not so drunk that he's stumbling and red faced like zhang hao. the older stares for a moment, and then he smiles widely.

"your very pretty" he states, rocking back and forth on his heels as he smiles like a teenager giddy about their crush. he giggles like a little kid, grabbing y/n's hands and beginning to swing them back and forth. "like very gorgeous man".

"really? well, your prettier" y/n replies, and zhang hao giggles like a little kid once again. taerae pretends to vomit on the other side of the room, disgusted by this couple-y behavior.

"your cute, i'm cute, i have the feeling we'd look very good together" he laughs, biting his lower lip to suppress a smile. suddenly, his eyes light up as he thinks of a brilliant idea.

yeah "brilliant".

"just a question" he starts, batting his eyelashes dramatically. "do you happen to be single?" zhang hao inquires, scooting closer to the boy until their shoulders knocked together.

"oh no, i actually have a boyfriend".

now listen, y/n thought it would've been funny to mess with zhang hao, it's a thing a two of them always do. sometimes when he was drunk, he'll forget he's dating zhang hao himself, and the older will just mess with him for fun. but what he doesn't expect, is for zhang hao's smile to drop.

"oh, you do?" zhang hao frowns, his voice lowers in a way that makes him sound sad. he slowly steps away from y/n, looking uncomfortable.

matthew blinks, observing the situation. hanbin narrows his eyes in confusion, taerae chuckles at his sudden attitude change, and jiwoong simply shakes his head as he watches zhang hao step away.

zhang hao stays silent for a moment, a sad yet panicked expression written on his face, as if he'd just done something wrong.

just as y/n was about to ask what's wrong, zhang hao turns to him and bows his head.

"i'm so sorry for flirting with you!"

"what!?" matthew exclaims, startling hanbin, who was just about to drift off to sleep. taerae stares, then just begins giggling like an idiot, the alcohol getting to him.

y/n is taken aback. "wait no that's not—"

"i didn't know you were taken i'm so sorry" he apologizes again. "your boyfriend must be a really great person i'm so sorry for what i did" the words spill out of his mouth so quickly they simply blur together into nonsense, his head bowed so low that it was basically touching the ground.

"no no no it's alright" y/n panics, placing his hands on his boyfriends shoulder and pulling him to stand upright. "no need to apologize" he says, taking zhang hao's face and caressing his cheek as well as fixing his messy hair.

for some reason, that action must've had quite the affect on zhang hao, because he started bawling his eyes out.

"what— why are you crying!?" y/n exclaims, panicked by his boyfriends outburst.

he sniffles, bringing his hand up to wipe his nose before bursting into tears again upon making eye contact with y/n.

"he's taken" zhang hao sobs, eyes shut as tears dramatically fall down his cheeks.

without any warning, taerae fell over and began dying of laughter. giggles escaped matthew's lips as he watched zhang hao cry over his own boyfriend, and jiwoong tries his best to not burst into laughter.

"you three! don't laugh!" hanbin scolded, slapping both matthew and taerae on the back. he hurriedly rushes to zhang hao's side, wrapping an arm around him. "there there hao hao".

hanbin offers him a tissue, watching as zhang hao blows his nose as he rubs his hand up and down his back, he's trying his best not to laugh out loud as y/n stands there in panic.

"he's taken" zhang hao pouts, tears still falling from his eyes as he turns to hanbin, who, in response, lets out a small giggle.

"hanbin!?"

"sorry sorry" hanbin giggles again, but he then manages to stifle them, patting zhang hao's head. "don't cry hao-hyung, he's still very into you".

y/n stands there, feeling a little awkward. zhang hao sniffles again and turns to y/n, blinking as he stares at him. he stares for a specifically long time before walking up to him and pulling him into a hug.

"i hope your boyfriend doesn't mind this" he mutters into y/n's shirt, wiping his remaining tears on it.

y/n chuckles, running a hand up and down zhang hao's back. "no i don't think he'll mind" he says as he laughs, and zhang hao hums, pulling away to look up.

"has anyone ever told you that your very pretty?" he asks, emphasizing the 'very'. "i would kiss you but you have a boyfriend" he smiles, snorting once again.

"you are my boyfriend, silly".

"hah, funny joke".

zhang hao snorts once again, resting his head on y/n's chest. "you are very pretty".

"as you've said before".

"okay, continue lying pretty men".

y/n notes one thing from this interaction.

never let zhang hao drink too much.

[just-a-carrot]

I like to think Genzou has sat on Iggy more than enough times, and that’s because Iggy sits on the couch like bro is melted into it and makes zero noise whatsoever. like no one can even hear this dude breathe. so ofc genzou’s blind ass walks in and is like hmmmmm….yes I think I will take a seat on me and boyfriend’s Wonderful Couch mmmmmm yes……..

and as soon as his ass hits Iggy he shoots back up like “OH FUCK! Sorry Iggs, didn’t see ya there. Heh, but then again I can’t see much of anything at all, amirite or amirite?” (bc he would never waste an opportunity to tell a shit joke) and Iggy just stares up at him, pancaked by the pure weight of Genzou’s Behind

genzou ily never change my big king ❤️

(my friend came up with this idea and it made me laugh so hard)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ok this made me laugh

it's a very cute mental scenario 🤣💕

[agustdiv1ne]

Your moots as txt songs?

THIS IS SO FUN!! thank u anon <3

@gummygowon hi mai i'm giving u cat and dog bc u are a furry </3 JK LOL,, i think it's a fun song to listen to just like u are a fun person to talk to!!! ily bae n if we don't get to meet up this yr i might just Cry

@lunalovesstories lunaaaa i'm gonna give u happy fools!! to me u are a very positive and bright person, and u never fail to light up my day ^^ i love talking to u hehehe

@cheolhub sarbear!! i give u dear sputnik bc u and i are the same :> also something about this song is very You and for some reason i feel like u rly like this song so yeah <3

@toruro mikaa i choose eternally for u!! i think it's bc we were talking about old txt music that this song came to mind n also to me u are very chaotic just like this song LOL but i love u for it <3 pls never change

@koqabear sol, my enemy (my love)...i give u opening sequence. yes. this song is my roman empire just like ur fics are <33 also u are a very cool person to me n i wish i wasn't scared of dming u bc i'd like to talk to u more 🤣

@aduh0308 ADAA u are very no rules coded to me!!! it's energetic and fun and amazing just like u and mwah i love u sm <3

@boba-beom smiles! i am giving u thursday's child has far to go!! i associate this song with beomgyu who i heavily associate with u :] u have been my Beomgyu Mutual for the longest time n also the instrumental of this reminds me of u a lot idk why just the vibes

@mazeinthemoon hihi moony ^^ i'm giving u ghosting!! it's more of a chill n quiet song and i consider u a very chill mootie of mine so yeah! u are also amazing j like this song ^^

@huckleberrykai berry!! i give u magic bc u are fun and lovely and i could keep listing positive adjectives but i will stop jfjkjdk this song lights up my day n seeing u on my dash does too!!

@pumpkinkaiii HI HP! i am giving u dreamer bc it is sexc and cool just like u are <3 the vibes of this song are immaculate just like u and everything u write tbh (thank u for repping the chubby community so hard bc it makes me feel very seen n loved <33)

[osarina]

CARINAAAA HAPPY BIRTHDAY🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

I WISH YOU THE HAPPIEST, BEST OF THE BEST, MOST WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sooo, somehow I managed to not notice you answering my ask?? Literally how, I have been stalking your blog, idk how I missed it 😔😔

But anywayyy I'm going to yap to you abt my trip to Vienna since you kindly asked, and I have yapped so much to my bestie abt it, she hit me </33 😢😢

Soo, it was a 10 days and 9 night vacation and it started with a 12+ h long car travelling. 12+ h. And i forgot my headphones at home. It was horrible. I will never forget them at home again.

We (aka me, my mom, my dad, my older brother and his gf) stayed at my aunt's. But, the problem was that, that there was only one (1) bedroom. Which my aunt and my uncle used, so they slept there now too. Me and my mom slept on a inflatable mattress, my brother and his gf slept on the couch and my dad slept on a mattres on the balcony 🤣🤣

But as every family vacation, everyone argued with everyone so it was quite funny (for me at least)

We went to 3 different beach, we walked almost the whole city, we visited the Schönbrunn Palace, we went to a big as fuck zoo-like park, the swans chased me, we went to the amusement park where I tried almost everyone. There were dance thingies at night, we went and watched those too and went to 2 concert. So, basically we did everything expect resting. Which was, btw, the whole vacation's main essence.

Anyway, subject change-

I hope you period will or is kind to you too. Oh how I love being a woman 😔

Btw Rinaaaaa

I had a very very very bad dream today ☹☹

I'm currently reading a dark era/15 era dazai x oc fic on wattpad and I dreamt abt ittt

But it was not some lovely-dovely dream, no, i had to have a damn nightmare.

So, I outline what it was:

Me and I think 16? yrs old dazai were dating and in a happy relationship and dazai bought some ultra luxury house which had a whole floor that was a pool. And there were different slides that were life-threatening. And there were many ppl there as well, I think it was a party or something. And the whole day I was in the pool and somehow I got a very very bad feeling. And somehow I found out from Dazai's friends (who were not odasaku, ango or chuuya) that he was CHEATING ON ME. AND WHEN I WENT TO FIND OUT THERE WAS SOME BITCH HUGGING AND TRYING TO KISS HIM. AND WHEN I CALMLY (seriously, i was actually calm. but how, idk) HE JUST IGNORED ME????? LIKE THE FUCK????? But at least he didn't let that slut kiss him. But didn't said no to her or tried to take her hands off him. And then I broke up with him.

And now time skip-

I somehow ended up trying out one of the deadly slides and he sat behind me. It was roller coaster and a slide mix, i can't explain better. And when I thought I'm gonna die (seriously, THAT THING WAS HORRIFYING) I accidently screamed his name and THAT MF IGNORED ME AGAIN. HE WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME. I WAS SHOUTING WITH ALL I HAD. THE AUDACY?!?!?

And then time skip again-

Somehow me, dazai and a bunch of ppl were in an underground tunnel that was made of rocks I think. And we had to climb up idk why. And when I asked everyone to please help me EVERYONE DIDN'T GIVE A FUCK AND OSAMU WHO WAS RIGHT NEXT TO ME STARTED TO CLIMB FASTER IGNORING ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I hate this dream. This was my first dazai dream AND HE FUCKING CHEATS ON ME?!?!?!??!?!

Anyway, so sorry for this enormous ask, I'm a yapper at heart. And sorry for any mistakes again, I was diagnosed yesterday with dyslexia 😔😔😔

Have a fantastic day, much love,

- 🍄

AHHHHHH MUSHROOM NONNIE THANK YOU SO MUCH I ADORE YOU ILY <3333

OMG i am SOOOO jealous - i was supposed to study abroad there over the summer during college but it got cancelled because of covid </33 i was so upset over it. i would simply DIE if i didn't have my headphones for a 12h car ride. AND IM DYING OVER UR DAD SLEEPING ON THE BALCONY LOLLL THAT'S SO FUNNY

KAFHAIUSDFHSDFHSDUH NOT THE SWANS CHASING YOU HAHAHAAHAHAHHHHH I'M SORRY MY FAVORITE THING EVER IS WHEN PEOPLE GET CHASED MY BIRDS HAHAHAHAH IM ACTUALLY CRYING

NAURRRRRR MUSHROOM NONNIE </3333 if the cheating wasn't bad enough the blatant ignoring when you were in dangerous situations would have actually sent me over the edge LOL that's awful i would actually cry.

BUT don't you worry our dazai would never cheat on you. he simply thinks you're the most lovely and treasured person to have ever come into his life, that man would rather DIE than look at anyone but you. that was simply an IMPOSTER dazai.

DON'T APOLOGIZE, I LOVE IT HAHAHAHAH i will always be the listener to people's yapper, i love listening to people yap

[bloodibambiidoll]

Siyo double d, this is for the Halloween game

Can I get me, and my sexy boys Stevie and Ed at a corn maze? Maybe with a lil splash of the men being masked? 🤷🏽‍♀️👹

( You pick the decade, I trust you)

I’m mixed but my hair isn’t really textured that much. My style changes a lot so, I’d say a lil 80s rock(mainly bc my hair looks it) / cyber w/ some girly undertones? I smoke 🍃 so it’s all good if you wanna add a splash of that too ( my complex ass🤣)

Corn maze with the bois, I went with 90s vibes.🖤🌾🎃

I was sooo excited to make this one, it was my first corn maze and my first Steddie request. Also I loved how in depth your description was, never stop being complex ily.🖤

(I had a hard time finding mask pics that fit the vibe but Eddie brings his Scream mask and drags you and Steve off the path into the corn and rails the shit out of you from behind while Steve fucks your mouth. Yeah I made it horny for you bc I know you love that shit. 😌)

Here’s the link to my Halloween Game if you’d like to request your own. 🎃🖤

[taegularities]

omg rid i read entertainer on the go and i didnt realize it was split into two parts... I FEEL SO STUPID!!! but pls disregard my last two asks and answer this one!! FIRST OF ALL OF MY GOD I STILL WANT TO SAY THAT I WANT TO BE OC 🙏 she was so well-written and the smut is still top-notch 😭 also the full jk pov is so smart looking back at all the plot twists bc oh my god NOT BEING IN OC'S HEAD MADE EVERYTHING 10X MORE SHOCKING

i was originally not gonna share my notes bc i felt like they werent as thought out since i read it while commuting, but AFTER THE SECOND HALF I GOTTA SHARE MY REACTIONS

i also want to reiterate that i feel so embarrassed not realizing this was split into two parts bc i am def not down bad for jk - he is a piece of shit (too bad he was hot 😔 what a waste)

the wait was WELL WORTH IT 🙏

LMAO E., i will never get over the fact that you didn't see the rest of the fic 🤣 which is ok, it happened to a couple ppl!! but the fact that you loved it even then is crazy :')

also yesss – smart, sexy, composed??? i'd wanna be oc, too :') the smut did take me out, too haha i'm not one to brag, but rereading it i was like what am i on 😭 TOTALLY. not being in her head was an absolute deliberate choice or we would've known the ending when the fic started already.

"too bad he was hot 😔 what a waste" REAL LMAOOOO

you being excited over reading something from me was the cutest fkn thing ever. and ty for liking the banner!!! it's the fastest and most basic one i've made so far, but there's something about it hahaha :') the way your thoughts changed as you read is so interesting to me, that's exactly what i wanted to hear from my readers. from liking jk and finding him funny to absolutely despising him lol. also you can be her or be WITH her, i'm sure she'd love to get to know you 👀 idk what possessed me during the smut but i want that demon to come back the next time, too 😭

YOU MAKE HIM A POET WAS SO FUNNY TO ME TOO LMAOOO THANK YOU. hehehe honestly, i love your feedbacks to death, and i cannot wait for the next when cmi12 drops bc ugh, i have so many thoughts on that, even though there aren't as many plot twists or angsty bits hehe :') ily ily ilyyyy thank you for being here, my baby <33333

[lokisgoodgirl]

Happy Valentine’s Day to my wifey! I am so blessed to know you. I’m beyond thankful that we were drawn together like magnets. I appreciate you more than you will ever know! I hope the freaky soul bond thing we have going on never ends! You are beautiful, insanely talented, and crazy funny! I’ve never met a kinder soul! Thank you for all the laughs and your endless support. You deserve all the happiness in the world! ILY!! ❤️❤️❤️

PS I’m gonna need more pics in your agent yn costume asap. You had me acting a fool last night! 😍😘

Here are your Valentines that I have been collecting like Infinity Stones for a while.

VALENTINES 🥹😭😭😭 you weren’t lying when you said you’d been foraging these like truffles. You know how much I adore you and value your friendship and our freaky soul bond ❤️🥰 Thank you for being such a beautiful person and opening up to me, and letting me open up to you.

Your unending pep talks and bad bitch energy has changed me…in most ways for the better and some which are more suspect😈 I'm always willing to provide more Agent YN pics 🙏😂

Woodys face is sending me into orbit by the way 🤣🤣🤣 the helmet isn’t the only thing that’s horny…I cannot. I love these more than I can say. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND ❤️❤️❤️❤️

🤗💕(hugggggs)

I couldn't find any Kovu ones but this will have to do 😂😂

[deceptive-daydreams]

Ok, I'm finished with work, I'm here! 🤣 I did read this before my shift but was waiting to do a proper response till now. It was super early and it was thundering and lightning and raining real hard outside and it was the perfect setting for reading this chapter ⛈️

The flashbacks! The way you wrote her pain was so real. Particularly her feeling paralyzed by it, both of them shells of who she thought they were. Her describing him as home, that was gut wrenching. I was hurting reading it. And then the sugar analogy, he really is gritty but sweet. this whole paragraph was my favourite part I think. You've created such good imagery, it's fantastic.

And then they get mean. I liked that she clapped back though. I've seen mean Eddie fics before and sometimes reader is kinda meek and just takes it (no shade at all, I would 200% be like this in real life) but roadkill does not. The line 'you had no intention of entertaining a conversation with someone who never had your best interest in mind' hit hard. People need to bear this in mind more often (definitely not me 👀) it's inspiring. but he really does try and that part where they're admitting they like eachother but it's all wrong because it's too late. This was 'stick a fork in my heart and just pluck it out beat it to death' angst. Just amazing writing. It's like they're breaking up and they weren't even together.

The self fulfilling prophecy situation Eddie's created for himself was hard. He's convinced he doesn't deserve love and fucks up every good thing in his life, and he makes it so. Isn't mature enough at the time so see it doesn't have to be that way, that he could make better choices. And so the kitchen scene at the end proves it. Poor roadkill. Proves that then was not the right time for them. He needed to get to the present day point to realise that he can make better choices, and he does 🖤

And now they're trapped together! And a totally different kind of trapped than just working together. Forced proximity within forced proximity. Very clever, see what you did there! I love that he's such a rock for her in her distress. And his thoughts on if she were his, how she never would be, how he's somehow fallen even harder. Stop iiiit you're killing me 😭 although this undoubtedly confirms he's got zero going on emotionally with Steve, and he even tells her that! Fist bumping the air at that! Their whole conversion after this was amazing. He's being so honest and she's clinging onto this shitty version of him she's gotten comfortable with because she's stubborn. and seems very good at holding a grudge and I relate to this so much. You have no idea. 'Don't mess me up with your niceness when I'm not used to it, I don't like change' kinda deal. The dialogue was so good here, the direction it goes. She's laying it out how awful it was and telling him how it's affected her dating in particular all this time and his reaction is perfect, it's a great take on misogyny and how that situation would have been terrifying and he understands that now. They were barking. Gross. But they end the conversation on good terms! Not forgiveness, but a ceasefire maybe? I can just see them attempting a friendship and it getting harder for him to hide how gone he is on her 🖤

p.s. them picturing touching eachothers noses the exact same way! I'm scrrreaming 😍 they're gonna be so in love and I can't wait.

Why you were ever scared to post this absolute masterpiece of a character study I'll never know. I loved it. But I guess you can tell that by now 🫣

🖤🖤

ILY IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO GET YOUR ASKS AFTER EVERY CHAPTER 😭

ugh yes that is such a fitting setting like just really setting the mood right there

IM SO HAPPY YOU LOVED THE SUGAR ANALOGY THAT WAS LIKE MY FAVORITE ugh I think that may be my favorite paragraph too 🥹

Yeah I found it really important for her not to hold back or excuse any of his behavior (even tho I’m totally the opposite idk like I’m so shy I would be like ok) UGH YES it feels like a huge breakup but there was never a relationship to begin with so in a way it’s more achey :(

I LOVE forced proximity, ik it’s been done so often but that’s because it’s so good like it just makes you yearn for them so to then double it is like YES NOW YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR DEMONS OUT WITH EACH OTHER HAHA

I’m so glad the take on misogyny landed well

you have no idea how excited I am for them to stop being idiots and just kiss BUT WE ARENT THERE YET

I WAS SO PROUD OF THE NOSE TOUCHING PARALLEL like it’s so simple but it makes you feel their yearning even if they don’t quite realize it yet SO IM GLAD YOU LIKED THAT PART 🥹

thank you thank you thank you I cannot thank you enough for your support on this fic I adore all of your feedback 😭🥹💜💜💜💜

[kazeofthemagun]

[@cursedfortune keeps making me create unbelievable icons, this should be illegal]

[rinstars]

「 DAY & NIGHT 」 ♤ PROLOGUE

MAIN PAIRING: Suna Rintarō x Fem!Reader

CHARACTERS: Hajime Iwaizumi. Miya Atsumu. Oikawa Tooru. Miya Osamu. Sakusa Kiyoomi. A couple of OCs to be introduced later.

GENRE: Romance. Sexual Content. Angst.

TAGS/WARNINGS: Arranged Marriage. Enemies to Lovers. Royalty Setting. Vampire AU. Some revenge and betrayal on the side. Hierarchical concepts.

PS. NOTE : UHMMM finally the prologue! if youve read it before, theres quite some changes in this than the older version and i hope u enjoy it as much. cfm did so well i have so much pressure for this one but 🤣 WHATEVER thank u for all ur support ily all sm. RBs and feedback help me so much more than you can all imagine so plz 🙏

SYNOPSIS: Nothing good can possibly come out of putting your life in the hands of someone who wants nothing more than to kill you. But faced with an enemy stronger than both of you could ever be, you are left with no choice but to let him lead the way—putting aside the lovers, secrets, and fact that you’d never have his heart as you find the truths behind the things that tore you apart in the first place.

TAGLIST: OPEN (send an ASK/REPLY below this post)

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"It stinks of an Arche in here."

"Quiet! You do not mention that name in the House of Lucia. Besides, it's impossible. All of them have perished."

There's quiet murmur everywhere. Eyes that couldn't quite believe their surroundings and gossip that flow from the walls like little ants that have nowhere to go. Well, that isn't surprising if you take into consideration everything there is to say about the whole thing. It's a miraculous event. Absolutely historical. Not centuries before and probably not centuries after this day.

Not after what's about to happen.

Still, more than the mindless gossip from everyone, the chatter on the house's elegance overpowers it all. There's bewilderment on everyone's faces as they witness the House of Lucia for the first time. After all, it never opened its doors for anyone before. The crimson velvets, the polished and veined marbles that litter the ground, the iridescent gold lights beaming at the center are all unfamiliar. Both in a good and bad way. There's an ominous feeling as everyone takes in the ballroom—a feeling like they don't belong. As if the only ones who should ever set foot in the carpeted stairs are the celestial beings of Lucia themselves.

You stood near the corner of the grandiose ballroom, away from the prying eyes. If you stay hidden, there's no way the gossip would revolve around you. Besides, nothing's better than being a spectator in the House of Lucia. Observance can get one very far. If you do it enough, you'd see all the strengths and weaknesses everyone tries to hide. You see it in the clinking glasses filled with a dark liquid you choose to ignore, the prestigious gentlemen in their tailored suits, the maidens hanging on their arms, the group of people clad in black Victorian attires as they play and sing Mozart's Lacrimosa on their shiny strings and percussion—the ever beautiful orchestra. 

Everyone hides their nerves behind fake smiles, crowding around the buffet filled with dishes none of these people have probably ever dreamed of. At the center of the cloaked table, an overflowing crystal bowl sits with red liquid too thick and deep for the others to even get close to. The look of it makes your eyes twitch, a gulp going down your throat while you look at the guests swiftly maneuvering their way around it.

How very fitting.

As if that wasn't enough to intimidate the guests, there are black orchids hanging everywhere your eyes decide to land. On the rouge curtains, beneath the soles of the women dressed to the nines while they lean on tables adorned by velvet petunias.

A grand setup for an announcement supposed to be just as grand. 

Your observation is cut short. The sound of large mahogany doors opening and lights beaming at the center of the grandiose space takes your attention away. Suddenly, the room grows silent as everyone stands straight —their very best behavior on display for the people entering the room. Soon enough, heels and boots fill the sound, the imperial family descending down the stairs. Dropping your heads down in greeting, you don't miss the sudden tension that weighs over the room. Shaking pupils hidden beneath artificial glee.

As expected.

"Greetings to the Suns of the Empire!" the people shouted with such fake enthusiasm to welcome the heroes of not just Lucia but the whole Empire. You wonder if the imperial family could tell these people are all scared of them. Then again, this is Lucia's kingdom you're in. The people are all too observant but too kind to do anything about it.

Or at least that’s the image they all try to play. 

The family whose excellence put an end to the eons of slaughter, cutting the Sanguine Wars short and giving peace to the people who used to live their lives in the dark. The unexpected but welcomed return of the rising "heroes" of humanity. Incredibly fitting for the meaning of their names, probably. 

The Sunas—proclaimed suns of the empire, the light in the dark, almighty family with hearts made of gold as vibrant as their eyes. The very same family who disappeared centuries ago in the height of war, leaving the Northern Empire, Lucia, alone as the people fight and beg for scraps as aftermath. Still, it's very clear how the people of Lucia deal with situations like this. And this party is testament enough to the fact that their sins are easily overshadowed by their acts of heroism. Perhaps that's fair treatment. After all, the generation who left is nowhere near this new generation of the family. 

Upon saving the world, their lost honors were handed to them on a silver platter. Not much groveling involved. At the end of the day, who would dare? This is no ordinary family. They're the oldest and mightiest of the two living lineages of vampires left. However, it's very much still a shock. The admirers are much greater but the ones who condemn aren't none. This is the same family whose ancestors lead the greatest wars against humanity. They're supposed to be humanity's enemies. 

But did that really matter? One look at this family and all reasons go down the drain.

Averting your eyes, you notice a woman with platinum hair standing out among the crowd just a few meters apart from you. There's an unmistakable warmth in her eyes as she eyes one of the men atop the dais, sitting in his throne at the very far end of the room with a seemingly very uninterested gaze—nod barely there as he greets the guests hesitantly approaching him. A friend you notice was standing beside her joins in as they both gape at him, whispering what's probably something degenerate about what's beneath his clothes, and they never fail to make her blush.

There's an urge for you to eavesdrop, your feet carrying you to them before you could register the action. Oh, well, what's the harm? You're excited to join them in their blather. This party's boring you to the core. You imagine the main event isn't in a few more hours, so really, what's left for you to do?

Their eyes snap at the clicking sound of your heel as you get closer, their eyes shamelessly trailing up and down your body. In intrigue, admiration, or disgust, you couldn't tell. Perhaps mo of the first one. After all, no one in this room is dressed in your color. It's basically taboo to do so in the Land of Lucia. The Northern people aren't very welcoming of the dark. At the same time, maybe there's wonder behind those eyes. About who you could be. Since truthfully, no one dresses like you do if the intention wasn't to be remembered.

Ignoring their gazes, you opt for a sweet smile, arms resting atop their table the moment it was within your reach to do so. Resisting the urge to click your tongue, you turn to the platinum-lady, "My apologies, ladies, but do you mind if I join you?"

The pair looked at each other with such clear uncertainty, it was practically tangible. Platinum hair swallowed thickly, plastering a fake look of humility as she gently questions your intentions, "Yes?"

"No big reason at all!" you exclaim, nails tapping the glass of wine that sits abandoned on your side as you chuckle at her response. "The party is grand while the night is long. Loneliness is very easy to come by."

Eyes dancing around the ballroom, your eyes mistakenly catch the gaze of someone you wished to avoid. Tearing your eyes away, the burn in your stomach starts building up. Well, nothing much you can do about it but pretend it didn't affect you as it did so you try to engage platinum hair and her friend in conversation instead.

"Is that so?" she drawls. "I'm afraid we haven't caught your name yet, however." 

She's definitely mocking you. Unfamiliar face means no one of importance. And no one of importance means no place in her company. She's the daughter of the Prime Minister after all. She's rich, pretty, and prestigious and your courage to stand beside her is blasphemy in her book. 

"No one of importance, I'm afraid," you try to feign the look of shame, verbalizing the words in her head. "It's just that I wished to be acquainted with our future princess before it's made official and you're way far out of my reach. It seems you're way more beautiful than the rumors say."

At the sound of that, her face lit up, eyes shining as she basked in the compliment you threw around. Her friend nods along. Someone clearly just as oblivious as her. Though, when the high from the compliment dies down, platinum hair snaps her head back at you—eyes shaking as she looks around to see if anyone has heard of your declaration.

"Oh, you're too kind, my lady. However, if I could hopefully ask you to mind your statements with a little more.. care, I'd greatly appreciate it." she taps at your arm, looking at you incredulously. You could feel her pulse on her fingertips. The idea of marrying the 2nd Prince obviously arouses her.. albeit.. arranged. "Besides, the prince will have your head if someone hears you announcing it in such a preposterous manner."

There's pain in her voice when she says that. How she wishes every night she's able to talk about him and brag about their future to the people. Just how envious would the ladies of Lucia be to find out she's about to be linked with him eternally? Not anyone else but her. For as long as they both lived. Surely, everyone would end up fainting. The ladies grow weak enough as it is at the talk of how visually pleasing he looks. Hair long enough to touch his cheeks, eyes a mix of something golden and green, a hypnotizing gaze that tells you all about the coldness in him, perfectly shaped nose, a jawline possibly just as sharp as his fangs are. And all of these she'd end up waking up to every morning? The others would die in a pool of their own tears and envy.

"I'm sure the prince wouldn't mind, Miru." her friend giggled, linking arms with her best friend. "Isn't he extremely fond of you?"

"Certainly.. Even so, I'd prefer for the announcement to come from the Imperial family themselves. Veza is a sacred ritual. What's more, controversial, now that he's going through it with a human being." Arata Miru murmurs with a quiet voice, the terrifying feeling at the foreign act of veza, of being linked by blood and soul to a species completely different from her, seeping through her bones. 

You thought it was ridiculous. She has nothing to be afraid of. He's still the 2nd Prince and he is a dream to her. It didn't matter to her then that he's a vampire so why should it matter now? More than the fact that she holds feelings for the guy, you're sure the idea of being one of the most respected people in both realms is also another thing to look forward to. The moment she's wedded to him, nobody would dare touch her. At least not if they value their lives. 

"Do you think the linking process will hurt?" her friend's raven hair bounced as she lurched forward to whisper, probably also noticing the unmistakable anxiety in her friend's voice. The girl was practically shaking.

"I— I mean, it's necessary," she whispers with a shaky breath, eyes looking back and forth between both of you like she's asking for reassurance.

"Definitely," you trail off, nodding as you bite your cheeks to stop your amusement from showing. "Guess you'll find out when the ceremony begins."

No.. No, you won't.

You had to dig your nails on your palms—resisting the urge to reply and further contribute to the raging nerves of the poor woman in front of you. Arata Miru is a sweet girl. Elegant and gentle. Maybe too much attitude and possessiveness born of her privileges and love but it didn't necessarily make her a bad person. Perhaps it's your own personal feelings playing a part in the disdain you harbor for the lady.

There were hanging questions in the air from the moment the wedding got brought up to now. None of them have found their answers especially when the ladies in front of you are struggling to even form the correct terms to use. Veza is not something they're accustomed to, anyways. You suppose this confusion is normal. Not to mention the fact that no one else around her knows enough to help.

All they had to do was ask, though. 

Because you were certain you had the exact answers. 

You don't believe they'd even consider that, however. You're a nobody in the midst of these high nobles. If the educated men and scholars she grew up with didn't have the answers, why would you?

"Miru. .  Miru! His Highness!" Suddenly her friend starts with urgency, disrupting both your thoughts and Miru's nerves. Both of you snap your head in the direction she's looking at and unshockingly, the 2nd Prince himself struts over to your table—amusement in his otherwise cold eyes.

"Highest praises to the Agnar of the Empire," you all recite, heads bowing down to greet the devil himself. When you raise your heads, golden-green eyes immediately meet yours—so much disapproval in a single glance.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you watch as all of the firm disapproval for you disappeared once he's looking at Arata Miru. There's a softened, almost caring, gaze that washes over his eyes and it was visible to everyone in the room watching the exchange. The people had their suspicions. The rumors in Lucia spread around like pests. But to see him approach the lady's table, it seems they all just got confirmed.

You wanted to snicker at everything in this house. Here is the prince who led the war, the second son of the family who's treated with as much respect as the crown prince, on one of the secluded sides of the ballroom. On the table of his soon-to-be fiancé with both curiosity and warning in his eyes. The latter obviously for you. 

Just a regular night in the House of Lucia.

The pair of ladies showered him with praises, no one daring to get any closer as they all admired the interaction from afar. You want no part in it. Seeing them gives an uneasy feeling on your stomach. Besides, your ears are ringing from hearing the same things the whole night. His congratulations for ending the tyrannical rule of the Arches in Lucia are endless. However, you'd bet he was tired of it too. It's a miracle he can retain such a calm expression. He's basically reeking of annoyance. 

"Everybody thought Melantha would always be under their rule. We were all so terrified they'd keep ruling Lucia, too! You're truly the light of the Empire to save us from such tragedy, my Prince," Miru exclaims enthusiastically, expression changing every once in a while as she recalls the story of how Melantha, the South, fell by the Lucia's, the North, hands in the army led by the 2nd Prince. All of this is old news. Still, it seems Arata Miru would do anything in her power to appeal to her future husband. 

Stepping to the side, you decide you've heard enough and wouldn't want to hear any more. Miru's cheery voice is giving you a headache and the story is irritating you as it replays like a broken record. 

The scents of everyone around you make you dizzy. There's the strong smell of perfume and something else you wouldn't want to dwell on. Not to mention, the overflowing crystal bowl at the center of the room. Preoccupied with the headache building up, you almost miss the presence that suddenly stepped in your space.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" you deadpan sarcastically, face turning sour at the fact he decided to follow you even in the darkest corner of the grand ballroom.

"The pleasure is all mine, I'm afraid," he replies with equally as much sarcasm, crossing his arms on his chest as he rests his head on the wall beneath him. He's oozing asshole.

"Oh, I believe you. I'm not very easy to come by," you agree, tucking a stray hair behind your ears. "You should be honored."

He hissed, clicking his tongue in annoyance before deciding to completely ignore your statement. Apparently, he's not in the mood for games like these. Pity. That's the only way you both play. 

"She's just as I know her to be," he mumbles, nodding to a passerby who bent down to greet him. It's ridiculous how the whole space seems to be under his command. Imperial families and their intimidations.

"Not that I wanted to hear about this but I'll humor you, I suppose. That a good or bad thing?" 

"Just amusing," he says, fingers gesturing for a waiter to get close as he snags a glass of the thick red drink—blood, if you haven't already guessed. 

Looking at him as the metallic tang of the drink hits your nose, you can't help but acknowledge the way he looks tonight. He does not perspire. Neither does his face show the slightest signs of stress or fatigue. The only indication he's uncomfortable comes in the way he would tense his shoulders. There itch in him to take his white coat and vest off is rubbing off on you. When he thinks no one's looking, his fangs would retract, making you look away. 

"I, for one, think it's unfortunate she's in love with you," you muse, shaking your head. "What a waste of beauty."

"It's unfortunate everyone wants me to take her hand in marriage. She's not the woman fit to be wedded into my household—especially not through a sacred ceremony. No human, at that, is." There's a crack in his stoic facade when he says that, making you raise your eyebrows. Was it pity? Or sadness? No matter what it was, it disappeared as soon as it came. Now, he's back to looking at you. "Besides, it's not like you could fucking talk, yeah?"

That hit a nerve. "I guess so," you play it off with a shrug. "Well, are political marriages always absolute?"

He snickers at that, dry amusement playing underneath his dark gaze. "Didn't think politics were in your line of interests."

You've had enough with this man. You're not talking to him anymore. You don't know why you're even engaging in a conversation that doesn't include curses and insults but now that you did, you see why you've both never done it. He couldn't possibly start thinking you're jealous. Even if he was just teasing you, you didn't like the sound of it. 

"I would've asked you for a dance," he starts again, moving to stand in front of you with palms upturned in a silent message that urges you to take it. Pressing your palms flat against him, his thumb immediately reaching around to rub small circles on the back of your hand. All of that until he's squeezing the life out of it with a devious smirk, pointed nails extending as he tries to gouge a reaction out of you in front of all the whispering people. "Only if you didn't make my fucking skin crawl."

Pulling your hands away, a thin trail of red running down your fingers as the point scrapes your skin, you remain stoic as you tell him. "Oh, Rintarō, I share the exact same sentiments as you do. Don't go thinking you're special now."

You resist the urge to say anything that would spark a fight between both of you. After all, if people start talking, things might begin getting complicated. You're not here for the pleasures of elegance nor the satisfaction of pissing the 2nd Prince off. You're here for a grander purpose. A bigger goal. Something where your personal feelings do not play a part in.

The song in the orchestra changes almost as if by command. The cheery music invites people to gather at the dance floor. You were about to turn around, watch as the people celebrate with the festive spirit you couldn't afford. But before you could, cold fingers are wrapping around your wrist to stop you. 

"It's time. We have to go." His voice is quiet, cautious, as he shakes his head at you. Eyes darting around, he makes sure his fiancée is far out of earshot. "Now."

Biting your tongue, you nod back at him, letting him lead you away from the people and into a place deeper and farther away from the crowd. Into a place where they wouldn’t find either of you. He reached into his pockets, fishing out a rusted key that lets you in a wooden door leading to a secret tunnel. Once inside, he lets go of your hand, looking back every once in a while to make sure no one is trailing closely behind. A waste of effort. You're pretty sure the moment someone entered the door, he'd feel their presence before he'd see them.

At the end of the tunnel, a metal door rests—one he unlocks just as easily as the first one. The moment he does, a distinctive scent fills your senses. The forest is pitch black, just as you'd expect it to be in a dark night where the only source of light comes from the full moon in the sky. You walk deeper and deeper into the forest, crunching sounds of dried leaves and branches ahead of you serving as a guide for how long you'd have to walk. When the sounds stop, you halt to find a circle drawn on the ground with runes and lines both inside and outside the shape. 

"Are you sure you did this right?" You question him in doubt, throat starting to tighten up at the image in front of you.

"Do not compare me with your incompetence," is all he said in return as he lights the torches circling the space. The amber glow of the flame gives off a sinister vibe to the place. His pale skin reflects the color back at you when he says, "The Queen of the Atractus Cerberus, the first child of my Hellhound, a white raven. All of their bloods litter the ground you're standing in. Don't make the mistake of ruining the damn circle now, Ayla."

Ayla, meaning the "halo of light around the moon", falls from his lips, making you roll your eyes at the use of the nickname. He's not among the people who can call you that but apparently, he thinks it's funny to use it instead of your actual name. 

"I don't know much about your competence but I guess I'll believe you for now. Not that I have much choice on the matter," you force down a choke at the smell floating around the air. You wouldn't say it aloud but he definitely got it all right. The stench in the air is too much even for you.

Passing a black cloak to you, your hands can't help but shake as you catch it. There's a dark cloud of hesitation glooming over your head. The consequences and weight of all your decisions leading up to this moment plaguing your mind now that you're only a couple of steps away from accomplishing the plan. Realizing it's too late as you eye the cloak on your arms, you put it on with a swallow.

The hesitance in his eyes is as clear as yours. Something that tells you he wouldn't have gone through with this had there been a better option. Sucks for both of you that there's none. The song ends in a few minutes and by then, everyone would be looking for their prince. There's not much time left to question if this was the right choice all along. So he bares his fang, raising his wrist closer to it as he rips the pale skin apart—dark liquid oozing out of the laceration.

He brought it closer to your face, eyes not breaking firm eye contact with yours as he silently urged you to begin. With a shaky smile, dripping with the sarcasm that should tell him you're not ecstatic at the idea, your mouth opens as thick liquid drips all over your lips. Swallowing as quick as you can to avoid the taste, you take every drop that falls from his hovering arm.

He regenerates quick enough, the wound closing and therefore, ending the first part of the ritual. Wiping your lips, you turn to him in panic when you hear the song from the hall nearing its climax as you realize the amount of time you have left.

He dismisses your panic. "We still have more than enough time. Go on." 

Hastily following his previous actions, you pulled your sleeves up in an attempt to create a small laceration he could drink from. However, just as you were about to take a bite, Suna Rintarō snatches your arm, biting into it directly in a hurry. If you didn't hate the guy, you'd start thinking this was an erotically sexy sight. But because you did, all you feel is humiliation.

Standing in such close proximity with a Suna is already enough stain on your pride. But letting him drink directly from your wrist, smooth skin of his throat moving in unison with the pressure on your wrist, is definitely the final blow. You don't think your pride would recover from this. You don't think you'll ever feel clean again.

He tugs your wrist away after a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he picks up a blade and goblet from the ground. He holds the former in one of his hands while the other, he pushes to your fingers with a blank look. Opening his palm, he slits a large gash running from his index finger across the base of his hand diagonally, a red trail following the blade. Squeezing his fingers shut, he lets the blood drip to the cup in your hands—clenching his jaw as you quickly approach the last stages.

With a placid expression, he murmurs to you in a quiet voice, "Give me yours." 

Repeating the same step, you mix your blood together in the shared cup, watching the liquid swirl at the bottom. There's so little of it inside. You know the nauseating feeling is not from the fact that you'd have to drink it. Rather, it comes from the thought of doing this with your enemy.

Tossing the blade in his hand to the side, he takes a step towards you, so close you could feel every expand of his chest with each breath he takes, and intertwines your bloody palms. You're supposed to say the first words. A woman is supposed to begin the final part of the ceremony. You knew that. But how does one begin when you couldn't even bring yourself to breathe properly?

"Does it humiliate you?" He breaks your trance, voice without a trace of guilt for putting you in this position, knowing you wouldn't have it in you to refuse.

"Why wouldn't it, Rintarō?" You snarl at him, voice sounding more pained than angered. "You ravished my people, took half our lands, and almost fucking killed all of us. And now, I'm supposed to go through this with you because you dragged us so low I have no way of getting us back up."

"I know," he simply answers, tightening his hold on your hand. "But I couldn't take it back even if I tried, YN," your name fell from his lips so smoothly, it almost made you cave in. "What matters right now is us, at this moment, and we're about to fucking go through this. No matter what. Because it's what both of us need."

You don't know what it was. Maybe it was the gentleness in his eyes as he said that, the smallest glint of pity for both your situations. Or the warmth of his hands on yours which you didn’t even think was possible. Or the gentle blow of the wind on your face, messing your hair up, while his fingers reach to tuck it in your ears. Whatever it was, it gave you enough courage to speak the words. And by that point, you knew there was no going back.

"I, Daughter of the South, Child of Melantha, Princess of Arche, offer my eternity to the man before me. To be bound by blood for now and always, to be linked in life and death, to be connected by soul forevermore. I give you all of me and all I'll ever be. With this, I give you my heart."

No matter who it was, you suppose there will always be that magical and surreal feeling when going through the ritual. After all, you only hear the declaration once and never again. Maybe that's why Rintarō's eyes are suddenly clearing from whatever was clouding them before. There's pride in them as he watched you bring the cup to your lips—sealing your promise. 

You didn’t feel anything upon finishing the drink, making you doubt for a moment if you're even doing the right thing and following the correct sequence. Then again, you've been learning about the importance and significance of veza your whole lives. Both yourself and him. It was practically in the royal rulebook. There's no way you've missed something.

"I, Son of the North, Child of Lucia, Prince of Suna, offer my eternity to the woman before me. To be bound by blood for now and always, to be linked in life and death, to be connected by soul forevermore. I give you all of me and all I'll ever be. With this, I give you my heart."

Just like that, whatever uncertainty you previously had completely vanished. As soon as the first drop touches his lips, both of you are gasping at the caving feeling that spreads through your chests. Like half of you was taken, only to be replaced by something completely foreign but familiar at the same time. The heat consumes you, a painful type of ecstasy making your head spin as you stare at his eyes—a golden sea you could probably get lost in.

Tears well your eyes as he pulls you in for a kiss, the urge to feel you all over him knocking the air out of his system as he fights being emotional over someone he's not even supposed to like. His hands are so cold and callous but they somehow feel soothing against your cheeks. He loves the way your arm hooks around his neck to pull him closer.

"My bride," He breathes against your lips, making you shudder. "My wife."  

He holds you for as long as he can. For as long as the music in the hall would allow him to. You breathe each other in, memorizing the faces of your other halves. Both of you try to imprint it in your minds—the way you looked on the night you called each other a bride and a groom; a husband and a wife.

What you didn’t know then was the fact that everything about this night is too good to be true.

The song playing from the ballroom all the way back from the palace ends a few seconds later.

And along with it, the end of this fantasy.

Because you should have known better than to marry your killer.

A killer who wants your life as much as you want his.

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Do u have any favorite placements?

Yup I do! In fact I have quite a few! I'll do my best to include every element:)

aries sun: they are my absolute favourite people! aries sun makes me feel so loved and they're my bestest of friends. around them you can be yourself and they'd appreciate it! firey energy yet very determined and inspiring🥰

7H/10H people: MY people right here!! always so much fun and are sweethearts when you get close enough!

taurus rising/libra rising: i'm very biased when it comes to venusian people haha 😆 not only because it is so easy to like you guys, but its also bc my circle is packed with venus energy haha. something about them just really help brings out the sun energy in me! gorgeous people. aesthetically pleasing no matter what. looks so clean and familiar. may seem superficial on the surface but they're so much deeper:)

gemini moon/rising: something about them make me wanna shelter them lol. they're constantly overthinking yet they also know how have the most fun! creative, innovative and a lil bit mischievous, being friends with them make me feel like a little kid again🖤

cancer rising/ mercury: i have cancer sun/mars so i'm naturally drawn to cancer rising people. i have never met any ugly cancer rising and no one can change my mind haha. they're breathtaking in person and their complexity is so intriguing! they looks ethereal and their eyes can honestly say so muchhh!! cancer mercury are just natural worriers but they make the best genius when mixed with gemini energy, a perfect balance between rationality and emotions.

leo moon: my dad has this placement and I'm serious when I tell y'all this. no one will ever love you the way a leo moon will love you. they truly care about your well-being and give the best gifts. very big hearts and are so fun to be around❤️

virgo rising: i've seen people talkin about how gorgeous libra/leo/scorpio rising are but haven't heard much about virgo rising?to me, people with this placements are SO HOT. sex appeal to the max even though they're so innocent at the same time? calm and very healing aura.

libra mars: i hate that you guys can be so indecisive but i'm lowkey happy that you're letting me make all the decisions hahah. just kidding i know that you're letting me think that my leo dominant ass is in control but not really🤣 when libra mars are mad they come to you with receipts. thats all im gonna say. ily boo.

scorpio venus: take a chill pill and sit down please jeez i love yall to death. fixed venus simply vibes so well with me! ride or die mentality. will lose themselves in love but they love with everything they have.

sagittarius IC/moon: smartass. knows more than you do for sure! love for learning is unreal. looks so happy when they're absorbing new knowledge!

capricorn anything anywhere: i'm so serious haha i'm a simp for capricorn placements. serious people who experience some kind of hardships. softest hearts. rational!!!

aquarius sun/moon/mercury: truly different. at their core they know they're born to be something great. god complex but in most cases in a good way! will call you out on your bs🤝 my leo rising love that they're happy to back me up and i'm more than happy to drag them out and show them off to people🥳

pisces venus: i have very few pisces placements that i can tolerate and pisces venus is one😭 i was lucky enough to be loved by an aries sun pisces venus before and despite we parted i know that he'll always have a special place in his heart for me. LOYAL. kinda delusional but they will worship their s/o😬

Pluto heavy charts: you guys can hurt me again and i'd say thank you. I have venus trine pluto tightly at O.1 degrees so I just love scorpio/plutonic people. so intense but so mesmerizing. dark secrets. will traumatize you but you'll always crave someone like them after.

mars/jupiter aspects: funniest people I've ever met. insane stamina. (iykyk)

mercury/venus: charmers. make me feel loved simply by their words:) so kind to people!!! aesthetically pleasing and can be good at writing!

sun/mars: craziest. party animals. but if its harmonious i know they'd always have my back in fights. very ride or die energy!

lilith in 7h: self explanatory haha

That's all I can think of for now! I'll update you guys if I grow to love more placements in the future🥰

love,

saint jenx🥀

[sabrinathe20somethingwitch]

For the prompt: "You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.” Could be comedy included 🤣🤣🤣

AHHHH hey babe, sorry this took me so long, but THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT YOU'RE THE BEST ILY 🥰

triggered by AP Erwin but really Erwin is fine in this one i promise

16. "You're a lot more flexible than I thought."

Levi stomps down the corridor of the castle, the step of his boots echoing and bouncing around the stone walls with every click. He balls his hands into his fists, before remembering that he’s carrying important documents between them. He takes a moment to loosen his cravat from his neck, muttering a soft tch under his breath, continuing to skulk down the hallway in the direction of Erwin’s office, where he’s been summoned for an impromptu briefing.

At night.

Goddess forbid Shitty Eyebrows actually consider the fact that tonight is his anniversary with his wife, who also happens to be pregnant. Petra had just entered her seventh month, but had been relegated to desk duty ever since she had entered her second trimester. She kept telling him that she’d return to the field after the baby was born, but a deeply selfish part of him was hoping that she’d change her mind. It’s not that he thinks she can’t handle herself, far from it; she was the most competent soldier during her time on the Special Ops Squad, his obvious favoritism for her aside. But he can’t help but wonder what would happen to their child if both of them perished in combat. The thought of turning his baby into an orphan makes him shudder.

Shoving his macabre thinking into the far corner of his mind, he’s just about to rap his knuckles against Erwin’s door when he hears an abrupt clatter and a distinctly feminine voice shrieking, “Ow!”

A distinctly feminine voice that sounds suspiciously like his wife.

“I’m sorry, Petra.”

“Oh, Erwin, it’s not your fault, I’m such a klutz.”

Levi freezes. What the fuck is Petra doing in Erwin’s office so late at night? She should be resting. And is she... giggling?

“I really admire the lace detailing, it’s an excellent choice.”

He can practically hear the blush in her voice. “Oh, you think so? Thank you, I thought it’d be a nice touch for tonight.”

Confusion colors his features, before he suddenly remembers his wife getting dressed early that morning, despite his best attempts to wrangle her back into their bed for more sleep and maybe a cuddle. She had waddled towards the dresser — a sight he would never tire of — and had donned a sheer, lacy bra and underwear set before shrugging on her skirt and blouse for the day. It was a simple set, some might even consider it a little modest, but the sight of her breasts, swollen from pregnancy and spilling over the cups, the patch of ginger curls at the apex of her thighs, teasing him from beneath the fabric... he’d been entertaining a hard-on the entire day and he’s aching for her attention.

But they can’t be talking about that, surely his boss and his wife are not discussing her undergarments together... are they?

Levi feels sick.

He presses his ear against the door, but he can’t hear shit. Their voices have dropped in volume and he can barely make out their muffled whispers over the sound of blood rushing past his ears, pounding in his veins. Relax, he repeats to himself like a steady mantra. This is all just a misunderstanding.

He’s just about worked himself down from a heart attack when he hears Erwin hum with appreciation. “Wow, Petra. You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

An unbidden image flashes to his mind of his wife, sprawled against the commander’s desk, with her legs hooked over Erwin’s shoulders, as he thrusts himself inside her.

Fuck this and fuck the meeting. Guess that old bastard is going to meet the Goddess herself tonight.

He barrels through the door, not even bothering to knock. “Oi, Erwin, get the fuck—”

The sight that greets him is not the sight that he had been expecting. He’d been prepared to see his wife being ravished by his commanding officer. Instead, he sees Erwin, sitting at his desk with his hands tucked beneath his chin, staring at him with furrowed, bushy brows. Petra is at the opposite side of the room, bent halfway down from the waist — no matter how many times he’s told her not to in her condition — struggling to reach for a box on the floor, despite the hinderance of her swollen stomach. She grabs it, humming a note of triumph under her breath before she’s aware of her husband’s presence lingering in the doorway. She squeaks, shuffling the box behind her, but not before Levi notices the ornate red bow, with lace detailing, wrapped around it.

They’re also both fully clothed.

“Levi, I’m glad you’re here. I was just... helping Petra with something.”

He stares at Erwin for a long moment, nostrils flaring in irritation, before swiveling to face his wife. “You should be in bed.”

Petra blushes bright red, sheepishly casting her eyes towards the ground. “Sorry, babe, I just... needed the commander’s help.” Upon seeing her husband’s suspicious look, she hurriedly adds, “But it’s nothing! Don’t worry! I’m fine, the baby’s fine, so nothing to worry about.”

He pins her with a scowl, almost identical to the glare he had given Erwin, before said man addresses him from his desk. “No need for a meeting tonight, Levi, take the night off. Be with your wife.”

He gives him a deadpan look. “How generous of you.”

Levi ushers Petra out of the room, holding a protective hand against her lower back. Erwin wishes them both a happy anniversary as they leave and he can’t help but flip him off before the door shuts in his face.

Once they’re in the corridor, Petra casts him an admonishing look, complete with her hands on her hips and her lips drawn together in a thin line. It’s her best attempt at chiding him and he’s always thought that she’s particularly adorable when she tries to act assertive. “Was that really necessary?”

“What were you doing in Erwin’s office?”

Her courage wilts and she instantly deflates, coiling a lock of ginger hair around her finger. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

“Surprise?”

She thrusts the box into his arms. “I was planning to give you this after our nice anniversary dinner that I spent all day working on and before we make love so that—”

His brain grinds to an abrupt halt at her words. “Wait, make love? Really?” A rush of blood quickly travels down the length of his body, pooling between his thighs and heating him from the inside out. It’s not his fault that his wife’s sex drive has drastically decreased throughout her pregnancy, she hasn’t always felt like getting fucked after her bouts of morning sickness. He can’t blame her for that.

She pinches the bridge of her nose, a habit of his that she’s picked up over the years. “Just open the damn box.”

Muttering under his breath about women and their damned hormones, he unravels the bow and opens the gift, revealing a plain white cravat.

Levi frowns. “What’s wrong with the one I already have?”

He instantly regrets his blunt words and callous attitude when he sees her features tighten with dismay, her mouth curling down at the corners into a pout. “I-I just thought... you might want a new one.” She tries to wrestle the box from his grip. “I knew it was a stupid idea.”

“No, no, I like it, I promise, see?” He hastily unties the current cravat from his neck, replacing the new one with expert precision. It’s a bit stiff and itchy against his collar, and the seams are a bit crooked in certain areas, but he decides it’s worth it when he sees the brightness in her eyes.

“Y-you like it? Look, I even stitched your initials into the inside of the fabric so no one will see.”

He makes a low noise of agreement in the back of his throat, interlacing their fingers and brushing his thumb across the back of her palm, before pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. He’s just about to suggest that they make good on her promise of dinner and love-making, when he remembers the question that’s been sitting on the tip of his tongue since he arrived at Erwin’s door. “But why were you in Erwin’s office with this?”

Again, she seems almost embarrassed as they continue down the corridor, back to their room. “I... I don’t really know how to sew and I knew I wanted to make you a new one and I happened to mention it to Erwin and he offered to teach me how to do it, and I figured it was good practice with the baby coming, I’d need to figure out how to sew clothes—”

“Wait a second.” The realization comes crashing against him. “Erwin knows how to sew?”

Levi truly learns something new everyday.

Petra merely nods. “And he’s quite a good teacher, too. While you’ve been in your office, I go to Erwin’s and he’s been helping me make it the past few weeks.”

His stupid insecurities seem to melt away instantly at her innocent explanation and he can’t help but wrap an arm around her waist and tug her closer — mindful of her stomach — to capture her lips in another kiss until he feels the curve of her smile against his own. He leans back with a satisfied smirk, barely a quirk of the lips, and presses his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent.

“Thank you.” He swallows. “Happy anniversary, Petra.”

“Happy anniversary, Levi.”

“...I seem to remember you saying something about fucking—”

“Levi.”

“Sorry, making love... but only if you’re up for it.”

Petra opens the door to their room, offering him a coy smile and hooking her finger towards him in a come hither gesture. “Why don’t you come find out?”

She is more flexible than he thought.

[ravens-words]

your just such a talented writer! wow! i love all those mini tarlos aus! what do you think abt a renaissance royalty courting au? ily!!!!

Thank you so so much, nonnie 🤍 so happy you've been enjoying them!

I wanted to write something fun- this was not it 🤣

Anyway, I've never written a royalty au before (because I suck at it, as you will discover lol)

Prince Tyler Strand did not intend to marry, much to the displeasure of his father- as the only son of King Owen Strand, he was aware that he had a duty to his father, and his kingdom; a duty he had no interest in fulfilling, not when it meant he would spend his life trapped in a loveless union, pretending to be something he was not, with someone he did not love, someone he would never be able to love.

He'd been content to live out his life alone, ignoring his desires and the longing he felt when he caught a glimpse of two people holding hands, sharing a loving embrace, a smile.

He'd been content to drift through life, but that was until he met prince Carlos.

The man was bright, and kind, and genuine- his heart was pure gold, and Tyler loved him in a way he'd never loved anyone before.

He did his best to ignore him- he left any room Prince Carlos walked into, stayed quiet throughout any conversation he was involved in and made sure he was never, ever alone with him.

That was, until one night, he heard a knock at his door. It was a quiet, short thing, but he was a light sleeper, and so it woke him.

He walked over to the door, and opened it only slightly, and nearly slammed in Prince Carlos' face once he registered who exactly it was at his door.

"Prince Tyler, may I have a word?"

No, he wanted to say. "Yes," he muttered, stepping out of his room and into the hall.

The prince started to walk away, then looked back at him, waiting patiently for TK to catch up. They walked through the quiet halls and into the garden.

"I'm leaving in three days' time."

TK let out a quiet breath, relief and sadness warring for dominance. "You will be missed."

"Will I?" He asked, eyes meeting his and daring him to look away. For the first time, he didn't. "From the moment I came here, you have done nothing but hide and run away from me. Tell me, have I offended you?"

He shook his head wordlessly. "You have not."

Carlos, in a move that stole the breath out of TK's lungs, brought his hand up and let it ghost over his cheek. "Do you feel it, too?"

TK let out a shaky breath and swayed closer, eyes shut tightly. "I can't."

"You can," he told him, breath fanning his cheek gently, making him shiver, "you can, just- let go."

"I can't," he shook his head.

Carlos smiled softly at him, letting his head rest gently on TK's. "We can. Things are changing, slowly but surely, and with a union like ours- we will make history, my prince."

He looked up at him, green eyes meeting warm brown, and felt like he could do anything. "Yes," he answered, nothing more than a whisper.

Carlos drew him into the circle of his arms, and the prince felt something he'd never felt before-

Hope.

Give me a pairing and an AU setting and I'll write a three sentence fic.

[here2bbtstrash]

Wkdkkfkrkdkd how did I almost MISS ldomlt brainrot hours???

Anyway: I am dying and living simultaneously for this Yoongi growth. He said ok so her pussy is magic and I will make this my problem and WE CANT HELP BUT STAN 💅🏼

I’m so 👀 about seeing them together for the Grammys all by themselves without having to be worried about getting caught. I also am desperate to see them in any sort of domesticity I just feel like it would be so ✨🧎‍♀️

Bonus: baby star candy x Jimin x wonho <- my crackship. The absolute scary dog privilege Jimin would have WHILST BEING the actual scary one is Top Tier.

Anyway ily and im sorry I can’t shut up about this fic or in general in our chat 🖤

LOL the good news is these are going to go on for a while because i have a verrrrry long trip ahead of me 🫠

ooooop not yoongi being pussymatized (or throatmatized? 🤔) lmfaooo

DOMESTICITY YOU SAY?!? that would certainly be a change of pace 👀 but basically everything about the trip is gonna be different from their usual so it will be very interesting to see how they handle it !!!

WONJIKOOK.... WE'VE ALREADY TALKED ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS CRACKSHIP BUT LET ME SAY IT FOR THE PEOPLE 😩 the urge to make it canon grows daily... it wasn't my original planned ending for jungkook but frankly jimin and wonho were also NOT planned and just sorta happened so.... clearly i don't always stick to the plan 🤣 and if anyone deserves two boyfriends.... is it not sweet baby jiminie 🥰

please never shut up i love you infinitely

🎉 LDOMLT brainrot hours !!! 🎉 drop your theories 👀, headcanons 💭, questions ❔, and fluffy or smutty (or angsty?!) thots 🥰 about look down on me like that!

[taegularities]

Hi babe, its me hi! I hope you’re okay wherever you are. Reading you say how demotivated you are recently because Tumblr has been empty disheartens me for some reason. You saying you want to leave.. well its really your decision if you want to, if you think its best for you and if it will make you happy. Then I will support you even if its going to make me sad that one of my fave writers will go. Tbh a lot of writers just left without a trace and I wonder where they are, hoping they’re ok regardless. We all outgrow something at some point in our lives and if you want to focus on something else, that’s ok too.

Took me a few days to reach out because when I saw your post I was sad.. maybe disappointed. I wished you would have been happy with “just us”, and accept that people come and go. But I realised after a while that you’ve given us so much happiness and love the past few years you’ve spent with us and sharing us your stories. And that’s enough. I just hope if you decide to leave the platform, that you’ll tell us!! So i dont go crazy wondering if you’re okay. Im okay as long as I know you’re okay!! Hope that makes sense 🤣🤣 ily my dearest angel, cheers to 2023 🫶🏼

awh babe.. i feel so incredibly bad for making you feel like you're not enough or that i'm ungrateful :( the truth is, the one and biggest reason i'm still here is because of you guys. if i was to leave, it would 100% not be bc i'm not happy with you, i can promise that!! the reason i got demotivated was because the dash was super empty. i'm super okay with ppl coming and going, but since this summer (?), it's been a ghost town and i wonder what happened (not just on my blog, but in general). :( it's like, logging in and not knowing what to do bc nobody's around...

but it's absolutely not bc of any of you 🥺 you've given me so much love, care and support the last few years and i will always be grateful for it. like i'll legit be 40 one day and thinking back to all those wonderful moments we shared!! i love love love you all so fkn much, and i'm not kidding when i say that you all showed me that someone does care. i feel valued and even idk... precious, you know? so please know that if i left, it wouldn't be bc of you and like.. this love you've been giving me genuinely has the power to change my mind 🤧 i'll never dip like that, pinky promise. i keep having ups and downs all the time (wanna stay forever... wanna leave tmrw.... wanna stay..) but either way, i'm gonna update you, no matter what 🤍