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I need somebody to tell me to go back to reading JWQS instead of rereading Tai Sui again
#clear and muddy is genuinely quite good and I do like it#but I have such an intsensely passionate love-hate relationship with priest's work (with TS being far far on the love side of the spectrum)#it's like. hard reading smth that isn't by her#when I know there are unread priest novels I could be trying#or when I know I could be rereading TS instead#my brain starts making little grabby hands at her work whenever I try to read a web novel that's not by her or moxiang#I had a fucking dream about spl last night and I don't even like that one#or rather that's the one I'm the most love-hate with. and yet#BUT all that aside. baihe#just on principle I need more good wlw stuff in my diet#the last two times I put clear and muddy on hold were also for my previous TS reread. I can't do that to her again lmao#invasion of the frogs
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i'm getting towards the end of the skypeia arc, & i'd like to say just how much i adore the way the female strawhats have been treated.
just... every aspect of how the way their characters have been previously contextualized influences the story-line is treated with a masterful amount of consideration. we're given so many layers to both of them that enrich not only their characters specifically, but the arc, and the one piece world as a whole. without nami & robin having their specific skills, and their specific values, without those being built upon, the story would have come to a halt.
you could not have skypeia without nami & robin being who they are as individuals. not just because they never would've gotten there without nami, but also because the way these women think is itself foundational to the machinations of the arc as a whole.
to be totally upfront, if you think any other strawhats were more central to the skypeia arc than nami & robin were you are full-on fucking lying to yourself.
#obligatory disclaimer that i’m aware luffy is the protagonist & a lot of interesting stuff is explored w him. this isn’t abt him though.#part of me wonders if this is an aspect of why people will write off this arc sometimes tbh... like that & the political themes.#but yeah anyway i get why people say that for all there are 100% misogynistic tendencies in oda's writing & character design#it is very very hard to say that he as an individual is an ideological misogynist. like the level of care he puts into his female cast mem#-ers generally speaking & how he approaches what existing as a multi-dimensional individual would look like in their specific contexts is#like... in a lot of ways still something that is unprecedented across all forms of media.#but also not the point but anyone who says nami in particular doesnt get real fights/is unskilled um... no you're wrong read her fight in#alabasta & then all of skypeia.#like in alabasta she takes on arguably a stronger opponent than sanji when considering the structuring of BW. not only that but she does s#with a weapon she has never used before while actively reading the instruction manual. and she WINS. she wins based on sheer intellect &#the ability to utilize skills the audience already knows she has. the pre-existing basic fighting skills she's introduced with are elabora#-ed upon by incorporating her skill w navigation. same with the way her cunning is used in skypeia to cover her lack of sheer brute. &#the best part about it is she's fucking tough in a way that makes sense! she isn't strong/weak just for the sake of positioning her as such#it is thoughtful & it strengthens her as a character rather than just like giving the power-scaler types smth to mindlessly chew on.#like do i wish nami got to fight more & take a more active role in that regard even if i don't think she needs to be a fighter in the same#sense as the monster trio? yes absolutely. i'm guessing this is going to be smth that bothers me potentially even more with robin.#but that does not mean her fights are not masterfully written when she gets them or that she isn't tough as a bag of nails.#respect my darling woman or die.#skypeia#nico robin#nami#grey's one piece tag
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This cat has a PhD
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Fanart for Panthera by @idrewacow
I cannot recommend this fic enough, it is an absolute delight so far. It's a classic, traditionally lighthearted fanfiction trope being handled dead serious and it's everything I didn't know I needed. It doesn't hesitate to dig its claws (haha) into visceral discomfort for our lead, but it still has moments that made me laugh out loud. Can't wait to see what happens next!
#my art#fanart#panthera fic#vocaloid#I did my best to follow the written description for this design#She might be a LITTLE too pretty for a confirmed inexpensive cat#but I can't help myself she's just like that#little design notes#the stripe pattern on her back is inspired by octopus tentacles#and I tried. so hard to make the '03' on her front leg look natural#I know blue eyes are a bit on the rare side#but I thought it would be extra fun and spooky to have slightly-too-human eyes hinting that smth isn't right#idk this might be way off but I had a lot of fun making it#if you ask me for fanfic recommendations#I'll tell you to read Years of Science#Entanglement#and Panthera#just trust me#even if you don't know anything about vocaloid you can enjoy it#y'all know I'm fussy about my fanfics#I'm the chelldos *queen* and there's chelldos fics I wouldn't recommend#so if I'm telling you to read a vocaloid fic instead that means smth#perfect time for the fun fact that glados and miku are almost the same age#2007 babies#two queens tbh#I'm back in my vocaloid era now after ten thousand years#what will I do
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Took my little brother to school with me and all he did was nibble my homework >:(
#howl's boring life#I'm not using twitter anymore but haven't bothered making a bsky bc i have smth wrong in my head where doing basic things is impossible#but i have so many things i want to share and I haven't made a personal post on tumblr in years#tags are the only place i feel comfortable#and my bestie is dealing w his fiance having a literal psychotic episode so I can't share my pointless shit w him#and even if no one reads a tweet or tags or whatever it feels helpful yknow?#anyway i just found out that I'll need to retake chem and bio to get into the vet tech program#and chem is already waitlisted for spring and wouldnt work w the other two classes and work#and the program only opens applications once a year so I'll have to wait until fall 2026 to start if i can't apply before this dec31#i had to miss work today bc of a cold w a fever and tomorrow is the holiday party :(#99% of my coworkers are great but there's a small little clique headed by a life sucking evil bitch#that makes me feel so stressed and bullied and awful#i mean the vitch has been outright hostile rude and unprofessional to me but like#im a pushover and also barely out of probationary period I can't just roll up with complaints about a three year employee#despite everyone else agreeing that she's fucking awful and they can't stand her and she's had a run in with every single one of them#man it's so hard when you get paid shit#i hope I can get promoted to assistant after my externship and stop being hamstrung like an idiot#I'm not allowed to draw up nemex??? hello??? it's harmless and i know how to read a syringe?#there's a lot going on in life and i want to cry all the time#but i do like my work at least. on days that vile woman isn't there#anyway here's mom's dog i took him to class w me a few weeks ago#and also yesterday he's a big hit#final's on thursday! certification exam is jan 10 so im this 🤏 close to being an approved veterinary assistant#I WANNA POKE SOME CRITTERS!!!!
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oh nooo that's quite a bummer :( but i'm very glad that i helped brightening up your day :") tbh your writing brightens up my day too (≧▽≦)
AND WAIT I'VE BEEN ACTUALLY QUITE THINKING ABOUT WHETHER ZOMBIE MOB HAS FOUGHT OFF A ZOMBIE WHEN I ASKED IF HE HAS EVER BITTEN SOMEONE and since you brought it up, well, would be okay to ask about the details of how it went 👁️👁️ (also him fighting off a fellow zombie to protect tome got me sobbing)
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aww im glad my silly little words brighten ur day!! ur so sweet :]
and yes, it went horribly <3! tome prolly wasn't paying attention as closely as she should've been and got herself surrounded by a crowd. to be clear, that's not Always dangerous, since zombies arent like,, after ur brains in this constantly. but these zombies did look quite hungry, and human or not, she looked like a good meal,,
she had wandered off a bit from mob n ritsu, but mob heard the commotion first. tome has a big fucking baseball bat in this au that she likes to swing around, but a baseball bat can only get u so far in terms of self defense. she thins the horde but there's simply too many of them
mob lets exactly One zombie grab her and yank her toward them before he goes ballistic
watching zombies fight is a lot closer to watching wild animals fight than anything else, and it gets quite horrid sometimes. since their bites aren't rly "dangerous" to each other beyond the typical Oh No a Chunk of Flesh is Gone (not even painful for them, since their nerves r.. less than functional), the fight is a lot more close up and gruesome than a fight against a zombie and a human would be. humans usually back away from zombies immediately and try not to touch them at all in fear of getting bitten; zombies don't need to care abt that
most of the horde realizes that this meal isn't going to be easy and they wander off, but a few more hungry, more desperate ones try to rip into mob's throat at the first sign of defiance. it's not exactly a fair fight; it's like 1 against 4, so he's sorta bound to lose
thankfully ritsu shows up and shoots two of them down (he's Terrified of shooting mob by accident, but either way he'll probably die, so) and tome gets the last one with a good swing to the head. ritsu rushes to mob and is horrified by the amount of blood dripping from his neck and his arm; tome is equally as shocked, but she's mostly thinking, "ive Never seen a zombie defend a human before"
mob's neck is thankfully mostly just scraped up and clawed, but there Is some gruesome punctures where canines sank in and tugged. it's a lot worse along his arm that's bitten and gouged beyond belief. he loses a lot of blood here, but the whole nerves-no-longer-work thing is a blessing in disguise atm; he'd be in a lot of pain otherwise. while ritsu and tome are patching him up w shaky hands he simply glares beyond their shoulders like he thinks he's still in danger, even when they tighten the bandages. it's like he barely notices what they’re doing
his strangely alert behavior makes them think abt the possibility that maybe mob Knows he could've easily been shredded apart there, and he's a little scared and worked up abt it. the only reason he managed to fight as long as he did without dying is prolly bc the other zombies weren't as well-fed as mob—they were kinda weak and shaky from days of no food, but mob has humans taking care of him and keeping him fed 24/7
they're all shaken up by it pretty good.. tome is still reeling from the fact that mob defended her so valiantly, and ritsu is quietly horrified by the idea of another zombie killing mob instead of a human. he doesn't know which is worse
#qktalks#anon#zombie au#this isn't the first time ritsu has had to kill a zombie btw ^#this is just the first time he's had to kill one since he started seeing zombies in a different light#it was either letting his brother die or killing a zombie. ritsu's upset that he had to make that decision at all#but he's not afraid to say that the decision was incredibly easy to make#it sucks that he had to kill one but . for mob ? literally anything goes#ritsu checked tome over after they took care of mob too. tome's very surprised when he's rly gentle abt it#ritsu's been known to .. lose his head a little in moments of stress#and sometimes he snaps at tome bc of it. he never means to he's just..worked up#but this time he's kinda fretting over her and it opens her eyes a little bit#ritsu has indeed grown to care abt tome a lot. they bicker Most of the time but it's usually not very serious#in all the excitement tome just hadn't rly realized that until now. ritsu is so high-strung that it's hard to get a read on his softer side#but now he's not just directing his softer side to his brother‚ but to tome as well#i have 15 more tags to explain smth i wanna make clear btw let's hope i don't start rambling abt smth else entirely#so i've been using a lot of vocabulary in these au posts that hint toward mob being ''special'' or ''abnormal'' in his behavior#he is not special or abnormal in any way#Every zombie is like that. every zombie has a personality‚ and a gentler demeanor hidden behind that desperate starvation#and remnants of their past selves in there somewhere#mob is simply one of the only zombies that have been taken in and cared for and treated like a sick person rather than a monster#as i've said before most people just.. either run away or shoot them between the eyes when crossing paths with a zombie#they don't give any of them a Chance. mob is a very very lucky zombie.#he is healthier than most other zombies and he is treated far better#and the way ritsu constantly talks to him is actually great for his health ! gets those rusty gears in his head rollin#exercises that brain‚ even if‚ to ritsu‚ he's only responding in odd gibberish#that's only one of the things ritsu gives him that other zombies never receive in their lifetimes#i'd say mob prolly ? has one of the longest ''zombie lifespans''#most zombies either die of starvation‚ dehydration‚ or sleep deprivation within a few weeks#he's lived a long zombie life !
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fh fandom back to wishing death on a fictional teenager for being mentally ill and not learning how to cope with that in a healthy way. what else is new
#do i think klck is correct? no#do i think a fandom full of grown adults should stop holding this (manipulated) (not sound of mind) teenager to wack standards? ya#like.... some of you are... how do i say this.... ~projecting~#and dont get me wrong this isnt me trying to say shes some kind of innocent misunderstood blorbo 🥺🥺🥺#i think shes a freak and a cunt. but im going to be normal about it and NOT say that she deserves to be killed (????)#pre-overtaking she was clearly aware that her behavior wasn't healthy#the fact she even went to jawbone at all (and was honest with him!) proves that imo#personally i feel like she might be neurodivergent -> struggling with knowing which rules to break and which ones to not#we literally JUST had an episode where the principal of AAA told students to their face that studying and working hard is dumb#i think kipperlilly came to aguefort. couldn't get a grip on what they Actually wanted from her#(parents went to mumple. she couldnt have been prepared for aguefort)#and out of frustration she fixated on people who were doing well and compared herself to them#and the only major surface difference she could find? tragic backstories#it only makes sense that she'd assume that THAT is what was missing. her inability to adapt to AAA was out of her control#so instead of blaming smth abstract (neurodivergence/other mental illness)#this single. concrete. and obvious difference is way easier to latch on to#but yeah. imo she just reads as someone super neurodivergent who received No Help because she 'made do'#and when thrown into a situation that required a skillset she wasn't born with. she shut down and got defensive#noone is born wanting to die yadda yadda#i think it's very interesting that when jawbone turned the question around on her (asking what SHE could do to get better)#she got quiet and awkward#its almost like she was trying her best? and just couldn't figure out where to go next?#and OH would you look at that. jace offering her a trip to the mountains of chaos. for a ~super dangerous adventure~#🙄#anyway.#awfully convenient. isn't it.#this has been me. having takes on ms goldendoodle shibainu#goodnight everyone (its noon)#not tagging this out of fear of the *** stans out there who will not stop taking things personally
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@anxiousapplepie 's roleswap au is really cool so!!
made some special attack cut-ins! one for each character/role (funnily enough three are from traveller!odile's universe)
some more thoughts under a read more
siffrin (researcher)
- first one i did
- he has stars in their eyes!! though one is much easier to see than the other
- remember that one idea about sif using their prosthetic to blind people? i think his special friendquest attack would be smth similar. light blast that stuns an opponent for a turn like that one sasasaap sadness
- if everyone else is stunned he doesn't have to worry about being the slowest in the party. or getting hit when they aren't in their shell/cloak.
- i spent a good while just trying to figure out their expression
- astronomy name? light pun name? flash of genius?? supernova?
mirabelle (fighter)
- mira is about to kill a man, or maybe a strong sadness. good for her
- i spent a while just trying to figure out how to pose her
- i think she'd either get a giant paper-type attack (to make up for a lack of paper a V) or a really big self-buff. maybe a giant paper attack that gives her an attack buff afterwards
- isabeau in canon has a lot of support moves but considering mira's party (housemaiden siffrin traveller bonnie) i think she should be more of a dps. researcher!isa can still be a support
- oh or!!! maybe she heals herself/the party some of the damage she deals.
isabeau (chef)
- may or may not have referenced the sasasaap true ending a bit
- i think the cut-in would appear whenever he runs in to take some damage for someone else
- after friendquests he might be able to counterattack? probably for more damage than bonnie could
- there would probably also be a change for when isabeau's hp is low
- somehow his cut-in ended up the smallest
- imagine if you will: cook!isabeau running in the way of the king trying to grab housemaiden!bonnie during the kingquest end
odile (traveller)
- JUST ATTACK BABYYYYY
- massive paper type move that gives no jackpot points. king will die instantly
- grabbed the way she holds her book in the jackpot
- took the longest to draw her hands i had to take a picture reference
- journal has a blank cover
bonnie (housemaiden)
- i thought it would be funny for bonnie to run across the screen every time instead of getting a formal cut-in but i did consider the formal cut-in briefly
- i think bonnie's special friendquest skill would be a really good revive all/heal all because of memory of promise in canon
- also there is no way bonnie isn't getting stressed from being a kid on a pretty much doomed mission (without the loops)
- wonder how many times bonnie's heard pity from people. including the party!! this child is the saviour of vaugarde
- at least if they work hard enough no one else will get hurt!!!
#in stars and time#isat#isat spoilers#ISAT Role!Swap AU#isat siffrin#isat mirabelle#isat isabeau#isat odile#isat bonnie
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𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟑𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋!! + 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 🧁
i don't want to give out too much info, but i have a friend who doesn't come to school very often. she's absent for majority of the week or comes late so i barely get to see her. today, she didn't come and she hadn't come the day before. most of the time, i try to text her to see if she'll respond, but today i thought to myself "why am i upset she isn't at school? besides it doesn't matter to me. I would like for her to be here but it's not a big deal if she isn't." so after 2nd period, we meet up at the stairs so we can walk to class. when she's not here, i wait for her just in case she came late or smth. this time, i simply walked upstairs. smth was telling me that my friend would be here somehow, but i ignored it.
imagine my surprise when i sat down, looked to my right, and saw her sitting down in the flesh. just there. i was shocked.
now, ik this might not seem like a manifestation (spoiler alert: I count it as one) unless u knew how i would affirm for her to come to school only to not get results. i consider her one of my best friends and school isn't the same without her. it was frustrating that the results would only come days later, yet the moment i said i didn't care, it came to me. why?
imo, the key was that I didn't put it on a pedestal. I told myself "I would LIKE for her to come, but it's not a BIG DEAL if she doesn't." i used this not only bcuz it happened at the time im writing this, but bcuz it's a perfect example of how taking ur manifestations off a pedestal helps.
imagine being a king/queen. u have literally everything u desire with the snap of ur fingers. u control everyone and everything around u. but then, u want something that u don't have in the 3d. u have it the 4d, but YOU don't see it bcuz ur eyes are only honed in on the physical world. all of a sudden, u put this object of desire,that u ALREADY have, ABOVE u. it's what u need or else u'll practically fall and break into thousands of pieces. doesn't make any sense, right? well that's literally how it is when u put ur manifestation on such a high pedestal.
YOU are the prize. YOU should be the one placed on the pedestal and stay on it. ik it's hard, especially when there's no evidence of the 3d showing u that -- but it's true. that's why when u care so much abt a manifestation, u are quite literally taking urself off and putting something way less important on there. it's hard to accept that, bcuz society has literally told us that some people are better than others. those who feed into money, fame, "above average" beauty, concepts that only exist in the 3d. but the truth is being tied down to thoughts like that will only make things harder for u.
I'm not saying u shouldn't try to manifest concepts that we know from the 3d -- almost everyone is. I would be a hypocrite to say that when im literally trying to manifest clothes rn lol. im saying that u should stop thinking of those concepts as "impossible" or "out of ur league", bcuz unless u say so, YOU are the standard. stuff like that will only drag u down into the illusion of the 3d.
to sum it up, stop putting the 3d on a pedestal and put urself on there!! when ur able to detach and no longer depend on ur manifestation coming through, it helps it pass through ur 4d level of consciousness and materialize into the 3d. someone with everything doesn't cry abt something they ASSUME they don't have. now, u might be asking: "what do i do if i can't get my mind off it?" i know all too well that this task is easier said than done, so i wanted to help!! :3 these r just some general hobbies u can do instead of obsessing over manifestations!!
🎀 drawing or some form of art
🎀 self care day
🎀 baking
🎀 studying
🎀clean ur room
🎀 text/face time ur friends
🎀 window shopping (my fav lol)
🎀 read a book
🎀 indulge in one of ur own personal hobbies
these r just some of the things that i do when i find myself stressed with a manifestation!! as always, this is all imo, and im just trying my best to help!! happy manifesting ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡
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Could you write a bottom Leah smut where they are long-distance and meet each other again during national duty Leah is desperate so R takes her to the showers/a random room or Smth and she has to be quiet. 💕
Leah Williamson| Together at last|
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So sad Leah has had yet another injury :(
I've gotten so many requests for bottom leah I can't wait to get through them all (I'm debating on writing a lia fic as well but idk) sorry this one wasn't really proof read
TW: semi public sex, fingering, degradation
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You love camp. It's always great to get close with the girls, spend time with them while doing the thing you love most, playing football.
Undoubtedly the one thing you like the most about camp is that you get to be with Leah. Your captain and girlfriend that you adore so much but so rarely get to see. With Leah playing in England for Arsenal and you playing in Spain for Barcelona you don't get to see eachother very often. Which only meant that when you did get to see eachother you were very touchy. The entire team teased you for your clinginess but you wouldn't trade these camps for the world.
Your teammates, fortunately, didn't exactly know the extent of your clinginess either. The moment Leah looks at you, you can see it clearly in her deep blue eyes, the absolute need for you to wreck her. Which is something you can't do during camp but that doesn't mean you'll leave your loving girlfriend needy.
You're always in the mood for her, so when Leah tries to drag you away to the showers you fail to contain the knowing smirk spreading across your face. You've been watching Leah for quite a while now and the way the blonde was bitting her lips and squirming around in her cubby bench gave it all away. Leah isn't scared to drag you in a random room in the training facilities and have you fuck her there. You've done it a million times now. Usually she prefers having you all for herself but right now she needs you.
You both quickly get rid of your clothes and jump on one of the shower stalls. Your giggles are interrupted by the water falling down on your naked bodies. Leah sighs and rolls her shoulders, finally feeling her tense muscles relax. You take the opportunity to slide in behind her and put your hands on her sides. Leah hums appreciatively when you start moving them up and down her body with your fingers brushing her breasts just enough for Leah to remember what you're here to do. The blonde gasps when your fingers drop lower and softly tease her inner thighs only to climb higher once again.
Before Leah can react you move your hands up and grab her tits, squeezing the tender flesh harshly. Leah's whine turned into a yelp when you pinched her nipples and you chuckled at how desperate she was already with her knees buckling and her head thrown back at your shoulder.
"Are you wet for me baby?"
Leah chokes on a whimper when you answer your own question by running one of your fingers through her wet folds. The running water does nothing to mask how her juices stick on your fingers. You present your digits to Leah who immediately takes them in her mouth and sucks them clean. You feel her moans vibrating on your fingers when she tastes herself on you. You don't waste any time before plunging two fingers in her wet cunt and Leah moans, loud and high pitched as if you two aren't fucking on public showers.
"Keep your fucking mouth shut you slut."
Leah brings her hands up and grips your biceps while you continue moving your fingers rapidly in and out of her. She bites her bottom lip hard, desperate to keep the noises to a minimum. You smirked, knowing exactly how loud Leah gets you're sure she's not going to be quiet for much longer.
You decided to take advantage of the milky skin exposed and you leaned in to suck and kiss along the length of her neck. Leah's head spins with all the pleasure but it's not enough to sent her over the edge.
The captain starts grinding her hips against your hand and when the palm of it hits her clit delightfully Leah lets a loud whine escape her throat. Your reaction is instantaneous, your hand stills inside her and the other one came down against her ass with a loud smack. Leah gasped and squirmed when your hand made contact with her ass once more. You chuckled before gripping her head and twisting it so she looks directly in your eyes.
"Do you want everyone to know that you're a whore?" Leah squeals when you pinch her clit harshly. She tried to squirm out of your hold but you were stronger, your hands keeping her pressed firmly against you. Leah secretly loves disobeying you just to rile you up so you fuck her so good she can't walk the next day.
You scoffed when Leah clenched around your fingers and started moving them again. This time you decided to help her by angling your hand just right. With your fingers hitting her soft spot repeatedly and your palm grinding against her throbbing clit, Leah was anything but quiet. Moans and whines left her mouth completely uncontrollably and you were sure that if anyone walked outside of the showers they'd hear your girlfriend being absolutely wrecked by you.
"What if one of the girls is outside right now huh? How do you think they'd react to their captain being a fucking slut?" Leah moaned louder and grinned in delight. The fact that she was enjoying this made your head fuzzy. The thought that your girlfriend was getting off at the prospect that there might be someone listening to her being fucked was making your own stomach pool with heat.
"Gods I'm close! Please, harder!" You chuckled once more and removed your hands from Leah completely. Before the blonde could start begging you pushed her against the wall so that you two are now face to face and you finally kissed her. Your tongue made way into her mouth and you both groaned when your tongues brushed against eachother Leah took your hands in hers and led them to where she needs it most.
You slipped two fingers inside her wet hole and with your thumb you rubbed her clit. All of Leah's whimpers and moans were swallowed by your mouth while your fingers pushed her closer to the edge. Leah's thighs clamped down around your hand and you knew she was close.
Leah comes soon after with a silent scream but your hands continue their shallow and strong thrusts. When Leah comes down from her high you are already busy with lathering your hair. She smiles and wraps her arms around you.
"Round two when we get back to the hotel?"
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#wlw#female reader#smut#woso x reader#bottom character#dom reader#sub character#woso#leah williamson#leah williamson x reader#woso smut#woso imagine#leah williamson smut#leah williamson imagine#arsenal wfc imagine#arsenal wfc x reader#arsenal x reader
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Hi! I saw the request that involved the poly trio of the yan! Ghost, the darling and darlings best friend (reader) and it honestly just scratched my brain perfectly.
So if it's alr, I was wondering if it would work with Konig? I know he isn't really one for sharing in the slightest, but perhaps if he found himself vaugly fond of us, as while I'd imagine the darling being a ballsy, hothead- we'd be quiet and meek like in the Ghost fic and perhaps that while darling was definitely the center of attention, that reader was easier to deal with because of no kicking or screaming or hateful words and he'd perhaps just occasionally give us a pat or seek attention from us when things were rougher than usual with darling?
Perhaps this prompt would be darling went after Konig's gun or smth a bit ago and maybe he's currently fuming and darling is locked in a bathroom or smth and we maybe attempt to be the peacekeeper and try to smooth things over? (Not because we want to be nice, but because we know it's better when Konig and darling are calm rather than there being screaming and violence) and we try to meekly approach and convince him to calm down some? Sorry if this didn't make much sense and I really like your writing!
Thank you for requesting!! I hope I came close to your idea! ^-^
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You flinched when the bathroom door was slammed shut, almost slipping from the carrot you were cutting, but luckily, the knife missed your fingers. The screaming and fighting had finally ceased, but you didn't know who won this time as you continued to prepare dinner. However, the answer was easily determined as König stepped out of the hallway and into the living room, the fabric mask on his head moving as he shook his head.
"Scheiße," he muttered, and you put down the knife, knowing the sound would agitate him more. Scheiße meant shit, you knew that by now. He wasn't happy, it seemed. The knife made a soft clink! as you laid it flat on the countertop and he whipped around towards you, both of you startling like two deers in the headlights, and you muttered a soft, "Sorry..." while you two tried to gauge each other's intentions.
It wasn't like your captor was really terrible to you. Indifferent suited your relationship best, and you liked it that way, hating it when the attention was on you. His attention had proven to be obsessive, violent at best, from what you witnessed. It was a relief that the focus was more on your best friend than you. It was her that he was concerned about, her that he wanted. And you were just a means to an end for your friend to like him more. Their third-wheeling pet, basically, even though it was an awful situation for both your friend and you.
For a while, no one said anything. The situation was tense enough that your nervous babbling might have made him explode. König never touched you, never hurt you in the ways he did to your best friend. Subjectively, she was much worse off than you were. Still, you could never know when that giant of a man would finally snap, and you didn't want to be within his reach at that moment.
"I just..." he started, heaving another deep sigh and gripping his forehead. With his weird mask on, he looked comically like a killer from a movie, but you realized early that he wasn't that hard to read even without seeing his face. "She grabbed the gun, okay?! Why would she do that! It's dangerous! She could have gotten hurt!"
Nodding, you played along. Of course, you knew why your friend grabbed the gun, but you chose not to tell him. On this planet, you were the last person that wanted to upset him—your friend did that well enough. It hadn't been her first attempt at getting rid of him. She was righteous to the core, fuelled by courage and almost stupidly confident in what she was doing. You admired her for it, considering you were the one always close to knives yet too afraid to even use them.
You could never be her. It was just too scary to think about.
"I don't get it..." König grumbled, grabbing his wrists and anxiously twisting them in his grip. For someone confident enough to capture two people and lock them in his apartment in a make-shift family situation, you came to realize his anxiety was pretty terrible. He seemed a little happier when you all sat down to eat together or watch a movie. Still, usually, he was a nervous, pacing wreck who got desperate when your friend refused him any kindness.
But on the other hand, you had all the time in the world to observe. You noticed every fidgeting of his hands, even underneath the table. You caught all the badly-hidden attempts to flirt with your friend and how she simply didn't notice. By now, you could even tell if he was frowning or smiling underneath the shirt, just from the look in his eyes. It was the best you could do in this situation, but it helped, occasionally.
He looked downright scary now. You didn't like him when he was a soft-spoken fool in love, but it was worse like this. Just how were you supposed to act? How could you not make yourself a target while also helping your friend, who probably banged and locked the door behind her in an attempt to get away from him? The hide-and-seek the two often played when things got rough almost always ended in either a broken door or your friend starving herself for days while you had to deal with an irate kidnapper. If possible, you wanted to avoid that.
"It's... it's really dangerous."
"Right?! I've told her, I—"
König stopped mid-pace and slowly, suspiciously, turned around, his sentence coming to an abrupt halt. Even laid in shadows, you saw his eyes widen, then narrow, his invisible eyebrows raising in surprise before they furrowed. His sudden doubt was no surprise—you had never agreed with him before. And although he seemed like one sometimes, he wasn't as much of a fool as it might appear. Even if you were just the pet, the extra—a side character in a story that did not involve you, you had never tried interfering before, always too scared to be the next target on either's hit list. Tensions were high, and maybe it wasn't the right moment to play devil's advocate. But maybe there was some kind of role in this play. Maybe you could change the story after all.
"I think she was just so scared; she didn't think about herself getting hurt."
"What..." he gulped, still not so sure if he should entertain this conversation with you. However, his curiosity won over. "What is she scared of?"
You felt the thin ice you were treading with your intervention crack beneath your bare feet. You! was the obvious answer to König's question. She's scared of you, idiot!
But you wouldn't say it. Wouldn't put either of you captives into this position of angering him deliberately.
"B-Burglars," you stuttered out, the first best thing that came to mind. Stupid, fucking stupid. The front door itself was locked better than Fort Knox. This was the highest building of a highrise. How was anyone going to break into here?
And yet, König stilled. He didn't move an inch, although his eyes seemed to fixate on you, and you felt the sweat pearl on your face. He knew it was a lie; he must have known that it was a really, really bad lie, too.
"Are you also scared of burglars?" he asked all of a sudden, and you froze, not expecting the question. This could have been the point where König decided that you were a useless accessory, and you wouldn't have been surprised if he had just picked you up and thrown you against a wall to end your existence.
Perhaps your fear had driven you mad.
"Y-Yes?" you breathed out, sounding like a question rather than the obvious statement you should have made. "Are you?"
Biting your tongue, you watched as König crossed his arms. His shoulders fell, his posture growing less tense and more thoughtful as he looked up at the ceiling that he almost hit with his head. It wasn't before long that you heard the long drag of his breath before he sighed, letting his head fall forward. There were two short jerks of his head downwards, almost like a nod to himself, and then he looked up. Really looked at you. He only needed three steps with his long legs to cross the distance between you and him, and you tumbled back in fear, leaving the knife on the kitchen counter like a dumbass.
That's it, you thought. That's how it ends.
"You go for their weak points," König mumbled, gesturing towards his stomach. "When it's obvious that it's a man, you kick him right here."
Pointing his hands downwards, your eyes made an instinctual glance before you caught yourself, immediately avoiding looking at your captor's crotch for more than the millisecond you already had.
"Verstanden?"
That meant, "Understood?" You were learning German bit by bit. You gave a short nod, and it made König hum in approval.
"Gut." (That meant "good.")
"Now, for a woman, you can do that, but it won't be as effective. You should—wait, I'll show you."
You flinched as König raised his hand, his palm settling at the back of your head. There was so much confusion about the sudden self-defense he spoke of, but when he grabbed a handful of hair, you winced out of pure fear, although the grip wasn't strong at all. When he guided your body and head forward, you did as you were instructed, with absolutely no resistance now that you were at his mercy. He could probably snap your neck just by yanking your head hard if he wanted, so there was nothing you could do but follow.
"You grab the woman and kick her leg-" he tapped the tip of his foot against your shin to demonstrate, "-and when she loses balance, you slam her head into a surface. Downwards is more effective, but a wall will do."
With more gentleness than you thought he could muster, he forced your head forward, almost close enough to hit the kitchen counter. You whimpered as you feared for a moment that he'd actually give you a demonstration of what he was telling you.
"And not like that," König explained, tapping your forehead on the solid surface. "But like this."
And then, out of nowhere, he yanked your hair back, and you had not even one second to catch your breath before he drove your head forward again with such skilled fluidity that your life flashed before your eyes.
It was like all your senses had given out from shock, but the pain that you expected never came. The back of your scalp was a little itchy and agitated from the pulling, but you expected your head to be smashed in would hurt a bit more than just the feeling of him tugging at your hair.
Slowly, you opened an eye, trying to see what had happened. When your sight adjusted, you saw the marbled countertop just inches away from you. Reaching up, you grabbed the edge with both your hands, making the situation more real as you realized nothing had happened. You didn't hit the counter, and you didn't die.
Your knees began to wobble as tears filled your eyes. This was terrible, the situation was one nightmare after another. But you were so thankful to still be alive. König's body shifted closer to yours as he leaned forward, his hand still locked in your hair. "Verstanden? Don't be forgiving. It's you or the burglar, and they won't show you or your friend any mercy. You need to know how to protect her."
You gave a slight, faint nod as his fingers unwound from your hair, although his touch lingered. Awkwardly, he stroked down your shuffled hair twice, patting you lightly between your shoulders as you wouldn't move from your bowed position.
"Good. You're a good learner. Next time, I'll bring you a training partner to practice."
Much to your own surprise, you managed to give a short hum in reply before your knees finally broke away beneath the stress, and you sunk to the ground. It scared König almost as much as you, but you barely noticed his fussing until he picked you up, a squeal escaping you as you were lifted even higher than the kitchen counter was.
"Mein Gott, you are both so frail! Why do you two always refuse to eat meals when you are that easy to pick up? You'll surely get kidnapped one day; that's why good food is so wichtig."
With your heart pounding out of your chest, it was hard to keep up your broken understanding of the German language. He exclaimed something sounding like my god, and from his wording, the phrase he used sounded almost important—was that what the other word meant?
The irony of him thinking you could get kidnapped passed you by with the shock.
König settled you down on the living room sofa, and you breathed a sigh of relief as his arms vanished, the immediate danger in your life moving away, only to stand barely a breath away from you, arms akimbo as he mustered you from high above. You tugged in your legs, hugging them to your chest in an attempt to feel any sense of security.
What should you do now? How could you continue being a good friend while also saving your own life?
You learned a few things that evening—mainly how to defend yourself. Learned it from the man you wish you could protect against. Your friend was bold and rebellious, but you, too, had it in you to make a change. König was crazy out of love for her, but he wasn't as ruthless as you thought him to be. You'd even go as far as to say he was overprotective and a bit paranoid, which played right into your hands.
"Are..." you scrambled, your throat dried out from screams you didn't know you held back, every word you wanted to say scratching along it like his fingers had against your scalp. "Are we... wichtig? To you?"
There was a painful silence for a few seconds, and you only dared one glance upwards at his face, his eyes returning to being unreadable.
"Of course you are! You two are the most important things in my life— I mean... Your... your friend is the most important person to me, but you are wichtig, too! You are, you... well, du bist du, and that's good!"
You were stunned as you listened to him blabber on as if embarrassed. And no second later that König said his piece, he stomped off, seemingly agitated. You heard him knock twice on the bathroom door, calling for your friend to come out and have dinner with you. The next thing was the unlocking and slamming of another door, followed by many locks being put in place on the outside.
Du bist du, the sentence slowly registered in your mind. You are you, and that was all you were to him, but for some reason, it felt good. Comforting. You are you, and that's good. The words kept repeating in your mind. It was vague, but given how König seemed to be a vague person, this was better than being no one, right?
You heard the creaking of a door before tiny, barely audible taps closed in on the living room. Your friend didn't look much better than you must have after the whole ordeal, but her gaze was filled with confusion and sparks of awe.
"What did you do?" she asked you. "You made him leave us here?"
"I don't know," you mumbled, touching the back of your sore scalp. "I told him you took a gun because you were scared of burglars, and he showed me how to defend myself, and I don't know what happened then; it was all so fast."
"Oh my god..." your friend whispered. "That is the chance! Now, we can find a way to get out or get help! Come on!"
She dashed back into the hallway before you could even agree to her plans. But all your courage, all the fight you had when you tried to mingle into their affairs, seemed to have left you. You may have learned a lot that evening, but it also made you realize you knew something she didn't.
You two were important to König. One way or another.
Even if it meant teaching you how to defeat someone, even if it meant putting himself in danger, König was keen to use all the tools he had to protect what was important to him. However, you were no fool to think he'd let you get too comfortable with the strength and tools he was giving you. Because the truth was something only he and you were sure of now:
You'd never defeat him.
#könig#könig cod#yandere könig#cod#call of duty#yandere cod#yandere call of duty#yandere!cod#yandere!call of duty#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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-⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀IF THAT WHORE TOUCHES YOU ⠀⠀⠀. . . ⠀i'll kill her .
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fandom ; class of 09
character ; emily
gender ; fem reader (i hc emily as lesbian :3)
creator ; umeqii
QUICK A/N - again, it's co09, it has sex, pedophilia, slight nsfw, drugs and things so read at yur own risk !!
─── GENERAL EMILY HEADCANONS !!
okay so we know how emily has like a 20+ year old boyfriend and she probably don't even like him yeah
how you guys met was that you both (and nicole) were in that one remedial (??) class, like the one where // SPOILERS : emily killed herself during her english thing
so like you and her got close after opening up or sometjing
and like i lowkey made this the day i got the request and i'm writing this on the 3/05 and idk how to do emily's character ☠️☠️
but, despite how aggressive she may seem to other people, she definitely isn't with you!!
she gets over protective most of the time, for example, when jeffery comes up to you n starts tryna talk to yu
you guys wld fr do drugs tgth
she asked you out, it went smth like :
ym were smoking together, whilst skipping pe, and you were laughing with her and she then took notice in how beautiful your e/c eyes were and the way your voice cracked whenever you laughed a bit TOO hard
she thought about what it would be like to give you head
her eyes widened at the thought of thibking those typa things abiut your bsf?@?@?@
and then she just pulled the old!!
"y/n." in a silly lil voicd, but not TOO silly if ykwim
then when yu looked at her, she grabbed your face and kissed you
you liked her aswell, so you didn't pull away
then when she realised you guys were lowkey getting into it, she just moved into your lap n shit got heated 💥💥💥🔥🔥🗣🗣🗣💯💯💯💯
I AM GENUINELY SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO BAF BECAUDE IVE BEEN SO BUSY W STUDIES N OCCUPIED BC OF MENTAL HEALTH SO ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE SMTH BETTER IN FUTURE 🔥🔥🔥
taglist : @liliathevamp
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Would you do A, C, I, J, O, Q, R & X for Jamil and Idia? Ik it's a lot but,, I love my boys;;
🍓A lot is fine! I'm pretty sure I answered some of these for Idia already, so I'll have to find those posts and link them!
Jamil
A - Affection: Jamil isn't exactly Mr. Affection. It's not like he'll NEVER be affectionate with you, he just rarely thinks to be affectionate. His parents aren't cuddly, and he rarely got any affection from anyone in his life, so, of course, he himself isn't super affectionate. However, once he gets a taste? He's hooked like it's heroin or smth. He cannot get enough of the feeling of being adored by someone.
C - Cuddles: Like I said, once he gets a taste he can't stop. Cuddles may just be his favorite type of affection. He won't ever cuddle up to you in front of others for the sake of both your reputations, but when you're alone he's always game. Any kind of cuddles too. Watching a movie, playing games, doing homework, taking a nap? He's down.
I - I love you: It takes Jamil a while to say that he loves you. He doesn't want to commit to loving someone in case you want to back out when you get a taste of the life he lives. He waits until he's sure you won't leave him behind at a moment's notice to say I love you. When he does say it, it's so soft and genuine and vulnerable it almost breaks your heart.
J - Jealous: Jamil is... an odd case? It's not like he doesn't get jealous at all, it's just only with specific people. Randoms at the college, whatever, they can do what they want they aren't worth your time. People like Leona Kalim or Malleus? He's gonna wanna raise hell. He knows that he can't provide a cushy lifestyle, so he feels threatened by the people who CAN give you that.
O - Open: Jamil is not an open person. He is so good at lying sometimes he can fool himself. Still, he does try to open up to you. He makes an effort to be vulnerable and himself, it's just hard and it comes slowly. Little by little he peels back his layers for you, and he only gets more and more comfortable opening up the longer you're together.
Q - Quizzes: Jamil knows everything about you. From your favorite color to that obscure ass tv show only you have heard of but won't stop talking about. He knows your tells of happiness and of discomfort. He knows how to calm you down when you're angry, and he knows how to cheer you up when you're sad. He prides himself on his ability to read others, and you are no exception.
R - Remember: Jamil loves the day that you both actually got together. You and he were having another "tutoring" session where you both laughed and joked around instead of studying. You'd been talking for weeks and toeing the line between love and friendship. You were the one who took the big step, asking him what you were to him, and he answered "Someone I'd like to spend a long time with."
X - Xtra: Jamil is really amazing at doing his own hair. He can put it in a million different fancy ass styles, and sit there patiently for hours as he winds intricate braids into it. When it comes to other people's hair though? He sucks. He cannot for the life of him apply the skills for his hair on other people. The first time he tried with Najma was the last time he was allowed to touch her head. He could learn if he really needed to, it's just not as simple with another person's head.
Idia
A - Affection: Answered here
C - Cuddles: Idia LOVES cuddles, but you didn't hear that from him. He's pretty touch-adverse for a long while into your relationship, but eventually, he starts warming up to physical affection. Once he does, he really can't stop himself. He loves the feeling of you pressed up close to him, and how safe you are with him wrapped around you. (and vice-versa).
I - I love you: Idia won't say it first. There's just no way you get it out of him. He's too nervous he's gonna overstep a boundary, so even if he really wants to, his pretty little lips are sealed. When you do say it though, he is so relieved. Seriously, he was starting to worry he was the only one who felt that way.
J - Jealous: Answered here
O - Open: Answered here
Q - Quizzes: Answered here
R - Remember: Idia's favorite memory isn't anything special, at least in his mind. The day he realized that he loved you, is probably his favorite day ever. You were sitting on his lap trying to beat this boss for the millionth time, and you were getting really pissed. Idia said he could do it for you, but you were so damn determined. When you finally did beat it, you jumped up and pranced around his room like it was the biggest achievement in the world. From how happy you looked, it must've been to you, and Idia realized that he wanted to see you happy like that forever. He realized that he loved your smile and that -- oh sevens, he loves you.
X - Xtra: So, we know that Idia's hair changes color based on emotion and stuff, but there's no way that's all it can do. You can touch it when it's just the regular firey blue, that doesn't hurt, but when it flares up in anger the room he's in becomes a sauna. Do not touch it, it will give you a huge burn and Idia will be left feeling awful for weeks after. When it's pinkish, it emits this soft warm heat that's pleasant. Like a campfire. You've asked to roast marshmallows over it, and Idia replied with utmost confidence, "It doesn't work :("
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#x reader#bunni's treats 🧁#jamil viper#jamil viper x reader#idia shroud#idia shroud x reader
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would u feel comfortable enough to write comfort for depression with Albedo, Lumine and Wanderer?it doesnt have to be detailed, just maybe characters being there for reader when they cant finds it in themselfes to even get up from the bed and do things around the house or smth like this?maybe some soft cuddles in bed or characters helping reader with a chores?if not to your liking thats alright, no pressure at all and welcome back!i hope to read more from u.
How They Comfort You
Characters: Lumine, Wanderer and Albedo.
Warnings: Mentions of depression and overall apathy. GN Reader.
Notes: How they would comfort you when you're just feeling under the weather. Thank you for requesting, I'm very happy to be back and I hope you enjoy this!
You’re in your room, the bed sheets are tangled all over your legs. The sun is way up in the sky and you should be up as well, doing things around the house and working, but you just can’t bring yourself to it.
You hear the sound of Lumine’s footsteps in the house. She must’ve arrived early today. You want to get up and greet her but you’re ashamed of the state you’re in, so you don’t move when you hear the door creaking.
Lumine enters the room and you turn to the side, your eyes finding hers, golden like the sun beyond your window. You don’t know what she saw in yours, but her expression softens when she looks at you.
“You look tired, my heart.” She approaches with careful steps, the bed sinking by your side when she sits next to you on the soft mattress. “What happened, if it isn't too much to ask?”
You take a moment to reply, closing your eyes, welcoming the darkness of your eyelids. “Nothing… Nothing really happened. I’m just…” You can’t find the words, the excuses piling up on your tongue. “I know I should get up and be productive but I just can't bring myself to it…”
Lumine shakes her head softly, locks of golden hair falling over her shoulders. Her golden eyes are gentle on yours.
“There is no need to push yourself to do anything. We all feel a bit tired sometimes and there is nothing wrong with that. If you feel like resting today, then rest.” Lumine reaches a hand to you, placing strands of hair behind your ear gently. You feel the softness tucked there. “Try not to be too hard on yourself, okay?”
You let her words fill the room for a moment, sinking in your bones. You let out a sigh, your ribcage shivering. “I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, my love. Take time to recover from whatever makes you feel like this and don't worry about accomplishing anything today, okay?” Lumine stretches her arms above her head, her back popping. “Ah, in fact, I could use a break as well. Do you mind if I lay in bed with you for a little while?”
You nod easily —Yes, of course, you say— as you make room for her on your side of the bed, your warmth still lingering. Lumine scoots close to you, smiling softly at the close contact.
“Let me take your mind off things, if just for a moment.” Her soft hands reach to cup your face, stroking your cheeks gently with her fingers, and your skin tingles. “You don't have to do anything but to lie here and snuggle up with me. Does that sound okay?”
“That sounds wonderful.” You close your eyes to her warmth, resting your cheek against her palm, breathing in deeply her sweet scent. “Thank you, Lumine.”
Lumine strokes your hair softly, her fingers caressing your scalp sending waves of calmness through your skin. You’ve never felt warmer than you do now. “You know… I’m a little happy. That you trust me enough to show your emotions around me. I want you to know that you can cry in my arms, you can laugh in my arms, and you can feel sad, too. I’m here to hold you, and all of what you feel is okay.”
You snuggle closer to her, almost involuntarily, your breath tickling the skin of her collarbone. “Thank you, but I… I don’t want to be a burden to you, Lumine.”
“Please, don’t say that.” She is quick to say, her fingers still playing softly with your silky hair. “Emotions need to be felt properly in order to heal, you have to let them out eventually. So feel your sadness, feel your worries, and express them as best as you can. I promise to hold you for as long as you want me to, okay?”
You feel a familiar warmth sitting behind your eyes. You lean to her, letting her easy affection melt away your sorrows. “Lumine, you’re too nice to me.”
“Not at all. It’s my pleasure.” Lunine smiles tenderly and nuzzles her head on your hair, wrapping her legs around yours with a familiarity that overwhelms you in the best of ways. She lets out a soft and cozy yawn as she continues to stroke your hair. “I’m happy to be with you. Always.”
“Are you tired?” Your voice comes out muffled by Lumine’s chest, rising slowly with her breaths, calming. “You can rest if you want, too. I will be alright now.”
Lumine chuckles lightly as she gently caresses your arms and shoulders, holding you tightly to her. You let her do, pressing closer to her still. The safest place in the world.
“Don’t worry about that, my love. I still have energy to spare.” She smiles fondly at you, her fingers caressing your cheeks and your jaw with an easy joy that you’ve learned to recognize, tucked in her touch. And then, she yawns again. She leans to you, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Maybe just for a few minutes?”
You smile at Lumine’s tired grin, bright like the evening sun. You nod slowly, resting your head again against her chest again, letting her heartbeat fill your ears and calm your mind. “Just for a few minutes.”
Lumine smiles and closes her eyes too, her head resting on your pillow, her arms full of you. She closes her eyes, and you feel her warmth spreading to your bones, soaking you in warm affection. She whispers, I love you, and you finally let yourself relax in her familiar touch. Taking a break is okay, from time to time, if it’s in her welcoming arms.
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You’re in the living room, laying on the couch and scrolling through your phone. You’re not seeing anything interesting at all. Your eyes are itchy, but you can’t seem to do anything else at the moment. You told Wanderer you were going to do the dishes a million hours ago, but you haven’t found the energy to get up and get to it yet. And you don’t feel exactly good about that. You wish you could just lock your phone, get up and do the chores you’re supposed to, but your brain is fuzzy and your limbs are heavy and you simply can’t bring yourself to do anything today. And it’s draining to feel like this.
You hear the front door opening and your heart shatters. You hear Wanderer’s steps, heavy and familiar, walking up to the room you’re in. You don’t look up at him, but you know he’s stopped in front of you, seeing you’re in the same position he left you in. He frowns, his brow creasing at the sight of you.
“You’re wasting your time lazing around when there are chores to be done.” He says, almost harshly. “It’s about time you start pulling your weight around here.”
“I’m sorry.” Your voice sounds so tired. “I’ve just…”
He stops you, raising a hand. His ocean eyes raging like a tempest.
“There they are! Those are the excuses I've been waiting for. And there's the guilty look on your face… What's the matter? Are you going to complain that you don't feel appreciated?”
“No, no! It’s not that!” You let out a sigh, defeated. Your heart is pumping, clamoring against your ribcage. “I’ve just been struggling with depression lately and… Doing chores just takes a lot of my energy… I'm sorry.”
He throws his hands in the air, huffing.
“Depression, anxiety, apathy… It's always some sort of mental health issue with you humans, isn't it? You know…” He looks at you, and something in your eyes makes the words on his tongue die. He just stares at you for a moment that feels too long, and rubs his face. Eventually, he lets out a long sigh. “…Alright. You know what? I’ll help you with the dishes. Just this once.”
His words are menacing, but his ocean eyes are softer on yours. You feel your lips drawing a small smile, the tempest on your chest dying down. “Really?”
“Yes. But don’t get used to this.” He crosses his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes. “They’ll be done faster if it’s two of us. Now come on, let’s get this done before I change my mind.”
He reaches a hand out to you, not looking at you directly when he helps you up. You go to the kitchen and he hasn’t let go of your hand yet. It’s warm on your skin, slightly bigger than yours, his warmth pressed to you like it was made to fit there, to soothe your raging heart and storming mind with its presence. You let the comfort slip in your veins at the contact.
“…Let's divide the tasks among ourselves. You take the cutlery, and I'll take the bowls, cups, and plates.” He instructs, pointing at the things on the sink. He turns to you. “That seems fair, right?”
“Absolutely.” You say, and you begin cleaning the spoons and forks eagerly. With him by your side, encouraging you silently, this task doesn’t feel as tasking anymore. You still feel slightly guilty for not doing it earlier, considering it’s not a hard task at all, but you’re a little happy that he decided to help you out. His soft spot for you makes you want to smile as you clean the spoons.
“Ah, and make sure that you wash the knives extra well, okay?” Wanderer draws a mischievous grin, his ocean eyes sparkling. “You never know when you might need self-defense against a home invader.”
“You’re insufferable!” You nudge him. The water splashes a little and he gets a little soap on him.
“Ohoho! How rude! Don't you know that the dishes are my sacred time for contemplating life's mysteries? You really can't let me enjoy one thing, can you?” He splashes a bit more water on you in retaliation.
“Oh yeah? And what mysteries are you contemplating?” You let yourself draw an easy smile at him.
Wanderer rolls his eyes, looking away from you for a moment.
“The mystery of whether I can spend the rest of my life with a person who deliberately splashes dirty dishwater on me…”
You smile softly up at him, your chest blooming with flowers at his words. “And what is your verdict so far?”
“So far all evidence points to no.” He sticks his tongue out. And then, he turns his face to the side and you can see the glimpse of a smile. “But… Let’s give it another few years. Just to be sure, you know?”
You can’t help yourself. You lean in and kiss his cheek softly, your lips tenderly pressed to his soft skin. “Thank you for helping me out with the dishes today.”
He’s silent for a moment, his cheeks flushing.
“Don’t mention it. Just try not to ruin my contemplating mood too often, okay?” He kisses the top of your head. If you didn’t know him better, you’d even say he’s acting a little shy. “What do you say we grab a bite after this and watch a movie? I will even let you choose this time. How’s that for generosity?”
You gasp, taking in the opportunity. “Can we watch Barbie?”
There’s a silence. Wanderer looks at you with no expression on his face, his ocean eyes deep and empty. Then, he sighs.
“…Do you ever grow up?” He shakes his head, locks of deep blue hair falling over his eyes, but he draws a small smile. Just for you. “Okay, fine. We can watch Barbie.”
“I love you.” You lean in and kiss his cheek again, smiling. You suddenly feel much better than before. Your limbs don’t feel heavy anymore and your mind doesn’t feel as fuzzy. You feel comfortable in his presence.
“I… I love you too.” You feel Wanderer’s cheeks grow warmer. He turns away from you, focusing on the dishes again. “Now, let’s get these dishes done. That Barbie movie isn’t gonna watch itself.”
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You’re at your desk. Again. After what feels like the nth hour. You were supposed to focus on working today but your brain is doing everything in its power to prevent you. You feel exhausted, mentally and even physically now. It shouldn’t be so hard to focus, but today you can’t seem to win against your sabotaging brain, and you sigh loudly. Albedo hears you from the other room.
You see his face peek at you from behind the door frame, his emerald eyes glowing in the dim light. “You sound tired. Have you had any breaks today?”
“A break is the last thing I need.” You groan, burying your face in your hands, defeated. You’re losing the battle against yourself today and you don’t feel like trying anymore.
“You seem… Exhausted.” He steps into your room wearing his work-robe, and places a heavy hand over your shoulder. “Do not push yourself too hard. I have noticed the past few weeks that you’re sighing considerably more, and I cannot understand why, especially when some days you loom clearly fatigued when you work. I hope I am not being too overbearing…” He strokes your shoulder with his thumb, comforting. “I cannot help but notice your declining energy, and I worry for you.”
“Thank you, Albedo.” You let out a sigh, placing a hand over his on your shoulder, stroking his smooth skin. “I don't know why, but lately I can't find it in myself to get to work like I've always done. It's like everything's just… Overwhelming.”
“I can certainly understand the feeling.” He takes a chair and sits by your side, a bit closer than usual. He looks at you with attentive eyes. “Hmm, you must have a lot of worries for your work, and yet in turn, this causes more pressure for you to perform. I know my words are not much of a comfort, but I am here for you, not just as your friend, but also as… Your lover. If you require some time off, I shall make sure your rest is undisturbed. Do not be hesitant to ask me.”
“Thank you, Albedo.” You smile up to him, sincerely, the insides of your chest warming at his words, like your own personal sunlight in the gloom of yourself. “You’re very kind.”
Albedo draws a small smile, the kind that you adore. “Oh. This is my time-tested experiment. I have discovered it has a 100% success rate to make someone smile. Please, look at this.”
He pulls out a piece of paper which contains a drawing of… A cow. You stare at him for a few seconds before starting to laugh.
“How is this supposed to make me feel better?” You chuckle.
“It is a cow. I cannot see how this does not result in happiness.” He stares at the drawing and then at you with a satisfied smile. “It works by taking advantage of the human brain's pleasure mechanism to release endorphins. Studies have shown that this picture generates a sense of joy in 90% of test participants, even for those who usually remain apathetic to such things.”
“I don't know about the cow, but you being a nerd always cheers me up.” You shake your head, still feeling the laughter tickle your throat like bubbles. You turn to him, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. It lasts only a moment. “Thank you, Albedo.”
“I have achieved my mission, then.” You smile as Albedo’s cheeks turn slightly pink at your praise. He caresses your cheek slowly, his warmth melting to your skin. “Would you permit me to try another experiment?”
You tilt your head, curious. “What is it?”
Albedo draws a small smile, his bright eyes gentle on yours. “I wish to comfort you with my lips. A simple kiss, a symbol of affection. I can tell you are upset. It is best to express our feelings together.” A pause. “I also want to observe your facial expression while I stroke your hair.”
You chuckle at his strange words. “Are you saying you want to give me kisses and cuddles to cheer me up?”
His cheeks grow pink but he nods still, taking your cheek in his warm palm. “Yes, the experiment calls for a series of kisses and cuddles from an affectionate male partner to be administered to the subject. The longer the series, the more effective the results. Is this experiment to your liking?”
“It is.” You nod softly, taking in his warmth, his kindness and his love for you, evident in the curve of his smile. “But not here. On the couch, maybe?”
Albedo strokes your cheek for a moment. Then, he lets go and reaches for your hand, smaller and familiar on his. “Yes, we can certainly conduct the experiment on the couch. Come, this way.” He says, and lets you be guided by warm hands, your worries forgotten even if for just this moment in time with him.
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Hi, what are your favourite romance novels?
red, white and royal blue by casey mcquiston. obvious answer for me but i do find myself looking for what casey managed to achieve in rwrb in so many other novels. just the depth of alex and henry's love is actually rarely done so well. there are so many layers to their relationship that make you feel like it's so earned. masterclass, honesty.
a lady for a duke by alexis hall is like [swoons] THEEEEEE childhood best friends to lovers book to me now. i read it for the trans representation and just fell so in love with viola and gracewood, the depth of their love is just so absolutely breathtaking. i think this is the book that most affected me in recent memory. i want to hand this book out like a fucking bible. i feel tender just thinking about it. ough. just read it. trust me.
people we meet on vacation is emily's henry's most divisive book for some reason. people seem to either love it or hate it, but i absolutely adore it. i think enemies to lovers has gotten so popular that people sort of look down on best friends to lovers but the amount of yeaaarning in this book was phenomenal and i really recommend it to people since book lovers is way more popular. that said, i do enjoy all her books.
for a fun and silly time i really enjoyed my roomate is a vampire by jenna levine. it made me laugh a lot, and the relationship was so ridiculous but still believable to me which is not easy to do.
for fans of rwrb i do recommend the charm offensive by alison cochrun. it's got amazing amazing amazing mental illness representation as well as asexual rep on top of it being m/m (it does have sex scenes tho jsyk!)
it's a christmas book but in the event of love by courney kae has theeee best wlw sex i've read in a book. i know this isn't the main thing but sometimes wlw books aren't very... explicit? but this one eats and i was so pleasantly surprised to find that in such an otherwise "wholesome" book, ya know?
one deeply underrated book that stayed with me is unbreak me by michele hazen. it deals with a woman who was sexually assaulted and her finding love and learning to enjoy sex again so it is heavier than most other romance books, but it's so tender and warm and well written that i wish it had more readers. it's so hard to find that i unfortunately had to order it on amazon bc i couldn't get it at the bookstore i work at and nowhere else online, but if it sounds like smth you're interested in and can find a copy i rly loved it.
i also enjoy books by helen hoang, elena armas (controversial i know) and lyssa kay adams.
right now i'm reading late bloomer by mazey eddings and i'm soooo loving it. if she sticks the landing it might be a fav. we shall see.
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hi! can i request sunghoon x taller m!reader? where sunghoon's comes one night while reader is just working on something (like writing an essay or working on a project ot smth) and just crashes on readers lap tired and wanting to be held after such a long tiring day?
i also just wanna say i appreciate you for actively posting for m!reader content, there isn't a whole lot of it out there so gems like you should very much be appreciated more! ty and have a nice day! 🫶
pairing: sunghoon x taller!male!reader (no pronouns used) genre: comfort word count: 850
includes: briefly sad sunghoon, reader works an unspecified job but he's tired bc aren't we all, reader is implied to be taller than sunghoon but it's not really mentioned
a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))
requests open !! read my rules first
your feet ache as you shove your phone into your hoodie pocket. the scratchy material of your work uniform irritates your skin as you sigh. “goodnight y/n!” your manager calls as you push the glass door open. the bell above you chimes, letting in a rush of cold air around you.
“goodnight,” you wave. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” she smiles brightly at you as you leave. it shuts behind you with a small click. unfortunately, her cheerful attitude doesn’t rub off on you in the same way as you trudge through the empty city streets back to your apartment.
the elevator dings as the doors slide open in front of you. your bag weighs heavy on your shoulders as you walk past the same monotone doors you see everyday. you jump slightly when you notice someone pacing in front of your apartment door. their steps are hurried and small as they circle around.
your fear dissipates when you begin to recognize the figure as you approach. sunghoon stands with his hands buried deep into his pockets and a hood pulled up to conceal his identity as much as possible. “sunghoon?”
he startles when you call his name, turning to face you. dried tear streaks on his cheeks become visible when you approach. “y/n,” he whispers. his voice is quiet and small; as if he’s worried someone will hear him.
“hey,” you murmur. you wrap your arms around his waist as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. he grips the fabric of your hoodie tightly as he clings to you. you rub a gentle hand against his back, holding him tightly against your body. “come on,” you whisper, pulling away just enough so sunghoon has space to walk beside you. “let’s go inside.”
“right,” he sniffles. “sorry.”
“don’t be.” you wrap your arm around his waist as you guide him inside before clicking the light on. sunghoon wanders over to your couch, stiffly sitting down by the corner. you toss your keys and phone aside on your kitchen counter before walking over to sit beside him. you reach over, gently coaxing sunghoon closer to you once again. he curls into your arms almost immediately, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hiding his face into your neck once again. “do you want to talk about it?” you whisper.
“it’s just…” sunghoon takes a shaky breath before shaking his head. “i had a bad day. i had a hard time with the choreography and then we had to record and…” he sighs. “it’s been a very long, very bad day.”
“okay honey,” you murmur. “do you need anything? a blanket? water?”
“just wanna lay here with you.“
“we can do that too.” you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead, continuing to rub a comforting hand against his back. “we can lay here and watch dramas and eat snacks all night until you fall asleep. does that sound good?”
sunghoon simply hums against you. the noise is muffled against your clothing, though you can just barely make it out. you bring your hand up to rake through the soft strands of his hair, twisting the strands between your fingers. he relaxes against you at the feeling. slowly, his breathing evens out until his eyes flutter closed.
“hoon,” you whisper. he shifts just enough to look up at you through half-lidded eyes. “come on. let’s go change and then we can lay down in bed together under the blankets. i’ll massage your shoulders and we can do your skincare. doesn’t that sound nice?”
sunghoon nods, sleepily letting you help him up. your arm remains tightly around his waist as you guide him to your bedroom. he all but collapses onto your bed, curling up over the covers. you stifle a chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.
you tug your work uniform off quickly; discarding the scratchy fabric and jeans in favor of an old t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. you toss the dirtied clothes aside before returning to sunghoon’s side, rubbing a hand against his back. “sit up,” you instruct.
he sleepily lets you remove his jacket before you give him one of your shirts to wear - one of his favourites from your closet. it hands loosely off of his figure as he moves to lay underneath your blankets. you reach over, turning your tv on and switching the channel to play reruns of a random drama. the plot quickly is forgotten as sunghoon moves over to you, adjusting so his head is resting against your chest. you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead before tucking your chin over his head.
“i love you,” sunghoon lets out a content sigh as he whispers.
“i love you too,” you smile. you bring a hand up to brush through his hair, playing with the strands. “i’m glad you came to me today.”
sunghoon reaches over to grab your hand before intertwining your fingers together. he plays with your hands as he relaxes further into your hold. “i am too.”
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Okay so isk if this is smth to ask u or like someone else but honestly its open to anyone willing to interact with this post but
Is it weird for someone to write a queer story even if it isn't *exactly* their experience?
For context: I'm writing a story about an AMAB individual who (after moving back to their hometown after years of travelling with their mother) reunites with an old friend and finds that her friend group is predominantly queer. After a while of interacting with them and getting to learn about queerness in depth for quite possibly the first time in her life they realise that they might not actually feel like a boy.
The story revolves a lot around queer joy and queer POC characters and what some people consider 'weird' queers (neopronouns, complex identities etc, cause I am basing this off of some of mine and some friends experiences) and stuff and has a fairly happy ending (cause i feel like there should be more stories about POC kids being accepted not just by their friends but also their parents)
I am however AFAB Nonbinary and ik that experiences are different depending on birth sex and all of that and this is partially based off some of my other friends experiences as well - and I was wondering if that's just like odd? Like I wanna do research and ask my own friends (because i feel like some of them could've really benefited from a story like this) but i do know that some people r kinda weird about it if it isn't written by someone who has personally experienced it in the exact same way.
i would say that's not weird!
in order to break down the preconceptions we have of other groups of people, we must try to see life from their situation. speculation won't be perfect, but being a sympathetic ear helps you hear other people's experiences, and how they are similar, but different to yours! i would say as long as you take enough time to research and read the experiences of those particular groups of people from their own mouths, you can include that sort of thing in your writing
also keep in mind, when writing about an identity you're not 100% sure on, you are allowed to not go super in-depth about the struggles and politics of that person's existence. you can choose to not go too deep into someone's gender, intersex condition, sexuality or lack there of, and so on. you can represent without having to try to speculate on what it's like down to brass tacks. that can be left to the people who live with those identities!
that's when our voices need to be uplifted- in cases where we are showing the very finer innerworkings of life as that identity. we are the experts, so you can leave that to us. you can write in a more casual manner in a sense that it's okay to go more in depth into the situations you are familiar with, and choose to not speculate way too hard on something you're not familiar with
good luck! i hope this helps, take care
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