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[merakiui]

Mera !! I think you mentioned liking Alien Stage some time ago? 👀👀

I think Luka would be your fave (don't remember if you mentioned it!)... I just think he fits your type >< so pretty and mysterious and cool... but then he's a freak! And a kinda pathetic freak at that!!

Do you happen to have any thoughts about him?? OR OR what about the twst characters in Alien Stage??? How would they react? What if they have to compete against darling? Or... What if they're the "aliens" that own darling... AAA so many possibilities 👀👀

I LOVE ALIEN STAGE AAAAAAA!!! I love all of Vivinos's work!!! >w<

It's so difficult to choose a favorite because I adore all of the characters and the soundtrack is so amazing. Round 5 is so !!!!! The way Luka toyed with Mizi by reminding her of Sua,,,, ohhhh, he is the worst!!! Such a freaky gremlin. I fear he is indeed my exact type. OTL when he smiled while Mizi was punching him......... uuuwwaaa,,, pathetic, soggy man... I need more of him,,, he is so interesting!!! I'm not ready for the next round. ;;;;;

Omg imagine an IvanTill situation with Jade and darling...... Jade doing all of the pining while darling has their eyes on another. It's just like Jade to be a freak right in front of darling while they continuously push him away, sometimes put off by his odd behaviors and how direct he can be. And then the two of you have to compete against the other, and Jade completely throws the entire thing because all he ever wanted was to be by your side. <3 he doesn't even want to win. He'll gladly die, satisfied, a smile on his lips, but not before kissing you as many times as he can manage with what little time he has. Oh, I am so ill.......

Or or!!! MiziSua situation with darling (in Mizi's place) and someone like Riddle in Sua's place. How soft and sweet and genuine your mutual love for one another is... choosing to sing a duet together, disregarding the competition altogether; you're just happy to sing with one another. T^T and then of course Azul playing Luka's role and being so terrible!!!! >_< so many possibilities... I like to imagine Floyb as Hyuna,, free-spirited and rowdy, living life as it comes. Ace as Till..... or maybe Epel,,, hmmmmmm. Or (please hear me out) Rollo as Till!!!!! There is a Vision.

WAAAA aliens owning darling!!! Alien Stage's world is so fascinating. I love how dystopian Anakt Garden feels,,, the concept of keeping humans as pets almost and then putting them through the specialized program at Anakt so that they can later challenge Alien Stage...... how materialistically spoiled Mizi is by the aliens who looked after her versus how empty and alone Sua is when they first meet, both given up by their alien caretakers,, the differences in care between aliens and their humans!!! Immensely interesting!

[ttjisung]

BUBBLE p. jisung

nct dream smau ₊˚⊹♡ in which park jisung has been your best friend since you can remember. as long as he can remember, he's been in love with you. aka jisung's intricate plan to to hide the fact that he has the world's hugest crush on his bff.

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yn ln born in 2003, y/n is the youngest of her friends. she is very serious about her calico critter collection club (cccc). she's closest to jisung, who has been her neighbor since she was five.

park jisung born in 2002, jisung is the second youngest of his friend group. he met y/n when he was six, and has had a crush on her since then.

choi beomgyu born in 2001, beomgyu is yn's ex-turned-friend (they dated for one semester their freshman year and broke up over something very dumb). y/n recruited him into her friend group.

aeri uchinaga born in 2000, giselle is y/n's second closest friend, and the oldest. they met in middle school. considering giselle witnessed her cringiest eras, y/n had no choice but to recruit her as well.

kim minjeong born in 2001, winter was the last friend to join. she was already giselle's friend, yet she only became close with y/n after she joined cccc.

a/n: making a fluff smau for jisung as well since back 2 u makes me sad ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ ask to be added on the taglist <3

[maristarfish]

"I quite like it."

Neuvillette x f!reader - Established relationship - Neuvillette decides on the perfect gift for reader - Fluff - NO use of y/n

Or; Neuvillette picks out lipstick for his wife.

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For NIKA ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ Have a wonderful day, I hope this makes it a little better!

@mxyarylla

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You breathe in the fresh scent of cake as you walk down the streets of Fontaine, holding the cake box in your hands. Nuevillette walks besides you, looking around.

You insisted you get cake today, and he couldn't be happier to get you what you want.

"Neuvi, did you want anything else while we were out?" You asked, looking up at him.

He thought for a moment. "...No, I cannot think of anything."

"Okay.. Well just know this is your final time! Cause when we get home I'm not letting you leave."

He chuckled. "Oh, really? I suppose I'll have to think fast, then."

Neuvillette continued to look around, spotting a young woman who seemed to be selling lipstick. He was interested now, wanting to take a closer look.

"Come, dear. I think I've found something."

You nodded, walking over with him. You didn't really pay attention to what the woman was selling.

Until he started picking up multiple colors of lipsticks and holding them up. Neuvillette dwindled it down to one color, one natural and fitting to your taste.

"I'll buy this one, please." He told the woman. She nodded and started ringing him up.

"Wait! Neuvi, you don't have to.."

"I'm simply buying you a gift. I don't see a problem. Besides, it is your shade, yes? I do think so."

You looked at the lipstick again, it definitely was. It was such a beautiful shade, too.

"Okay.." Finally, he paid for the item and thanked the lady. You two walked all the way home. Him now holding the cake and you holding a small bag with your new lipstick inside.

When you arrived home, he sat down the cake on the dining table. You opened up the lipstick and revealed it fully. It was unused and perfect. There's something special about newly bought lipstick. And this time, it was from your husband.

You tried it on and he walked over, the color staining your lips as you smiled at him gracefully. He smiled back, admiring your shade. The one that he had picked out, he was proud of himself. He thought it looked beautiful, and he was right.

"You like it?" You asked. Just then, he closed the space between you too, and kissed you. It caught you off guard, you didn't expect him to do that at all. He broke the kiss, smiling again.

"Hmm.. I quite like it."

You're not even sure if he was talking about the lipstick... Or you? Both? You may never know.

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Word count: 421 ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

Ty Nika for always checking up on me! You're so nice. It's a little late for me, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes LOLL

[mikachusblog]

list 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore ʚ♡ɞ

Thank you so much for the ask i am so flattered!!!! Love you Darya dear ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

It was so hard to choose just one sim, but i figured i'd do this for Aria since i'm having so much fun with him atm!

Aria bounced between various foster families growing up and was eventually taken in by my sims Deryn and Xinyi. He initially didn't get along with Xinyi at all which was so surprising to me! He disliked her bubbly cheerful personality, it broke my heart (╥﹏╥)

Aria often babysits Sera who is Deryn's little niece. They love spending time at arcades with Aria's best friend Mable! Sera reallyy looks up to him and Aria treasures her like a younger sibling.

Aria first love Nathan passed away in an accident when they were 15 years old. I don't see him being able to move on from that for quite a while. He's also still in the closet and currently only out to Mable.

He reallyy dislikes public displays of affection.. too bad for him Deryn & Xinyi are my freakiest most affectionate couple ever..

I initially wanted Aria to give culinary school a shot. That is until he burnt his foster parents kitchen down and i had to learn the hard way how terrible of a chef he'd make ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)

[marisaeon]

I told youy hc about Aeon children, hut what about you? Any ideas for names? how many they make? Who takes from witch? Who looks lile who? Do they live in Leon's appartment ot they boguht a new house? What happens when one of the kids breaks up? (for me, Leon amd Ada breaks the cealing and come to shoot the fuck out of the Bf/Gf who vroke up, lile that old smosh video). Also who's driving?

Ohh I think about aeon children all the time. I LOVE THEMEMSM

Ideas for names, I had a bit of a struggle with. For a while I just called their daughter "little girl" But I called her "Alicia!" So probably be hearing more about that soon. For a boy... Oh man still struggling T-T honestly, I think a 3 letter name. Sorta like Kai. I saw someone name their aeon son "Leo" that's also cute!

For how many they have, probably 2 minimum (because they'd want their child to have somebody to keep them company in the end.) And maybe 3 maximum. I can't see them with any more, and the pregnancies would probably be spaced out by a few years :)

Typically, boys look more like their mother, and girls look more like their father. But that really all depends on genes! I imagine if it's a girl, to be almost a carbon copy of Ada, yet still have remarkable facial traits to Leon. Like his nose, or soft jawline! If it's a boy, probably the opposite way around. Where he looks similar to Leon, yet has some features of Ada, of course! Soft jawline is a definite thing in my book. They'd both have black hair, though.

I feel like their child would take more from Leon, since he shares the most with them. They look up to him, and want to follow in his steps. But I feel like their daughter would still end up being very into fashion or something haha. I wrote something about that actually!

Depends on how big Leon's apartment is, they'd probably move to a new home though. Especially if they're retired and he doesn't want any agents bothering him while him and Ada are raising a family.

WHAT A WILD IMAGINATION LOL ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) I don't think they would shoot their ex partner... But probably Leon would try and comfort his daughter the best he could. Maybe take her out somewhere. If it's a boy, he'd probably be more harsh. Giving him a sort of peptalk. Adaa hmmm probably the same, yet she'd be more harsh to both. And of course, they'd be pretty upset that whoever their gf/bf was broke their child's heart but they'd have to remind them to move on best they can. Hopefully that makes sense!

Leon would drive, though we all know he crashes literally everything he drives LOLL. Ada is definitely a better driver imo, but she still makes him drive anyway cause she refuses to drive him. He'd slowly learn to drive safely. In all seriousness I'm sure he doesn't actually crash cars everytime he enters one... I hope...

Thanks for the ask! .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

[3rosx]

The new archon quest with Caribert as a grown up human wanting to live a normal life but can only do so in memories broke me.

Hoyo why, hoyo when i catch you hoyo, hoyo you better run.

Also let’s talk about DAAAIIINNNSSSLEEEEIFFFF🧍‍♀️

Boy still hesitates to raise his sword against lumi after all these years?! His memory has all but faded completely but he still remmebers how much she too loved these flowers DAINSLEIF?

He’s like a bitter half gotten over ex who says he’s okay but isn’t, and Lumi being so angry and cold towards him.

｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ like I feel like he really wanted to talk things out peacefully but he knows lumine won’t listen. I still think that there’s a good reason for why they parted ways and why she’s acting like that towards him but he just seemed soooo sadddd and hesitant when they were talking

[brewingcoffi]

I have been absolutely going nuts over your uty au something something soulless buddies and they got nobody who can understand them besides each other AAAAAAAGH their (sorta) friendship is driving me insane /pos

OH MY GOD AHHOYYYY!!!!

I LOVEYOUR ART

YOUR ART OF THAT ONE UNDERTALE ART IS SO GOOD, IS IT OKAY IF MAKE IT MY DISCORD PFP??? (and also my iOS background) 🥲 I LIKE THE WAY YOU DRAW CLOVERS HAIR…

ANYWAYS THANKS FOR THE ASK MOOT, AAAHHHHHH!!! THE ENTIRE POINT OF THIS AU WAS LITERALLY FOR FLOWEY AND CLOVER TO BE LITERALLY BE BESTIES AGAIN.. ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

THE ENDING BROKE ME OKAY??

For now, have this meme of my Little undertale human oc.(ADDIE is on the left.)

[bunnivez]

Heya! I just want to know your thoughts on the limited costume for Enfer and McQueen.

I’d willingly go feral for them fr…….

Haiii!!! :p My thoughts? Oh… THAT ONE OF US IS GONNA GET PREGNANT AND ITS GONNA BE ME. It’s the fact that I never really minded McQueen to be honest— but when I saw the limited costume I gasped loudly; I am not even exaggerating ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

SHE LOOKS SO SJSBSHSBSB, SHE LOOKS SO GOOD I LOVE THE MAKEUP, THE COSTUME, EVERYTHING.

THE CUTE FOXES SHABHSHSJ I CANT. It really is one of those attires where you just sob knowing you’re to damn broke to buy it.

Legit I want to jump on top of her and cuddle with her and the foxes all together— AAAAAH. Also the way she accidentally scared the fox when she closes her fan— ITS SUCH A CUTE AND FUNNY DETAIL.

MCQUEENSBSJSHSBW SHE LOOKS SO HOT I CANTTT

ENFER LOOKS SO PEETTY. I can’t express how much I love the detailing and design. SHE LOOKS LIKE A GODDESS AUGHWHSGS.

Personally Enfer isn’t my cup of tea, BUT WE CAN ALL AGREE SHE IS BEAUTIFUL. PART OF ME WANTS TO BE HER SO BAD UGAHAHSHSVS, this is something I cannot explain, BUT THERE IS SOMETHING THAT MAKES ME SCREAM.

I absolutely love the color choices, the palate is so good and fitting for both! i wish I could buy the attires 😔😔😔

[kquil]

WHY DOESNT THIS HAVE MORE LIKES?!?!!! THATS CRIMINAL!!!! ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ THIS WAS ADORABLE AND BEYOND TOOTH-DECAYING SWEET!

I was hooked from the first paragraph! Forget hooked— I was a GONER!!! (๑♡⌓♡๑)

Darling, the way you write about the innocent love between kids as childhood best friends made me cry and coo all at the same time! You captured their innocence and adorable phrases so well! Like when they were describing what love was and compared it to giving the other person the bigger slice of pie and giving the other a scarf on a cold day and to being best friends forever! AWWWWWW! I CANT! THATS SO CUTEEEEEE! ლ(ಥ益ಥლ)

Childhood best friends to lovers tropes are my favourite and you wrote it so well here ahhhh! I’ll be coming back to this fic so so often, you’ll be sick of me! (๑>◡<๑)

My heart actually broke when the treehouse broke and when we went to James to see him with Lily with a paper ring which was OUR THING — heartbreak central, how could you?! After all that cuteness! I wasn’t prepared! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ you need to give me cuddles now… as compensation (つಥ﹏ಥ)つ⊂(ಥ﹏ಥ⊂)

But, of course, it’s so easy to forgive James since he never does things by halves and WHAT A ROMANTIC MAKING A PAPER RING FLOAT DOWN LIKE A SNOWFLAKE?!?!!! AHHHHHH! ( /)///(\✿) Where’s my James Potter? ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა I’ve been suffering from lovelessness for too long over here! …at least I have this wonderful fic to tide me over (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

ALSO! NOT, MCGONAGALL BEING A SHIPPER!!! AHHHHHH! I lowkey love it when teachers are just as in on the school gossip and couples as the students ( ≧ᗜ≦)

Thank you thank you thank you for your wonderful writing my darling! This was so healing to read! I loved it so so much omg! I just know I’m going to be reading this hundred more and more times! AHHHH! It has everything I could ever want in a fic! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- mwah mwah mwah! You’re wonderful! Thank you for your time writing this masterpiece! ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!♡

childhood sweethearts and paper rings ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ james potter x reader where you both realize your love through paper rings

warnings: fluff overload, pining, a sprinkle of angst but resolved quickly, excessive paper rings

word count: 3,438 words

inspired from: (a bit) ➺ paper rings by taylor swift ♡

author's note: childhood best friends to lovers is james potter’s ultimate trope. argue with the wall

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James Potter was seven years old when he decided that he was going to marry you. He didn’t understand much about marriage—only that it meant you’d be together forever, which sounded like the best thing in the world. After all, you were his best friend, and if forever wasn’t you, then who else could it be for?

The Potters and your family were close friends, and most weekends, you were bundled into the fireplace to floo to their house. James would meet you on the other side, grinning wildly and already tugging your arm to drag you outside. The two of you were inseparable, whether you were building forts in the garden or chasing each other around with toy brooms.

“Sunny, you’re supposed to catch it!” James exclaimed one summer afternoon as he tossed a quaffle your way. His glasses slid down his nose, and he pushed them up impatiently.

“I’m trying!” you yelled back, laughing as the ball sailed past your outstretched arms. You were too busy giggling to notice James running to retrieve it. He came back with dirt on his knees and his hair even messier than usual.

“We’ll practice until you’re as good as me,” he declared, puffing out his chest in mock importance.

You scrunched up your nose, sticking your tongue out at him. “What if I don’t want to be good at Quidditch? What if I want to be the best cake-eater in the world?”

James grinned, his own cheeks turning pink. “Then I’ll be the second-best. We can do it together.”

By the time you were eight, James had discovered the fine art of crafting paper rings. It started when he saw his mum making origami flowers for a party. Naturally, he wasn’t allowed near the good parchment—but his dad handed him some scraps, and the rest was history.

The first paper ring James gave you was lopsided, crumpled at the edges, and had a faint ink smudge from where he’d tried to draw a flower on it. You’d accepted it with wide, delighted eyes, slipping it onto your finger like it was made of gold.

“What’s this for?” you’d asked, holding it up to inspect the crooked folds.

“It’s…” James hesitated, suddenly bashful. “It’s a promise. You’re my best friend, and I’ll always be there for you.”

You grinned so brightly he thought his chest might burst. “I’ll always be there for you too, Jamie!” you chirped, and the name stuck, much to his parents’ amusement.

At nine, you and James built a treehouse. Or at least, you started to. James had insisted on using magic, and after much begging and wheedling, his mum had charmed a few planks of wood into place.

“It’ll be our secret hideout,” James said as you hammered nails into the rickety ladder.

“For what?” you asked, holding the ladder steady. Your hair was sticking to your forehead, and there was a streak of mud on your cheek, but you couldn’t have been happier.

“For… secret plans,” James decided. “Like how we’ll sneak extra pudding without anyone noticing.”

You beamed. “And maybe we can put all the paper rings here too. Like a treasure chest!”

He thought that was the best idea ever.

By ten, James had made you more paper rings than either of you could count. Some were decorated with little doodles, others with clumsy attempts at flowers or hearts. You kept them all in a shoebox under your bed, treasuring them like the precious artifacts they were.

One rainy afternoon, you and James sat cross-legged on the rug in his room, watching the droplets streak down the window.

“Sunny,” James said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Do you know what love is?”

You tilted your head, considering. “Not really. I think it’s when someone makes you really happy. Like my mum when she bakes my favorite cookies.”

James nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah. I think it’s when someone does things for you. Like… like when you gave me the bigger half of your pie last week.”

You grinned, your toothy smile making his cheeks heat up. “Then I think love is when you gave me your scarf when I was cold.”

He grinned back, lopsided and bright. “Maybe love is when we’re best friends forever.”

When you turned eleven, everything began to change. A letter arrived, delivered by an official-looking owl, and James practically dragged you across the room to celebrate.

“We’re going to Hogwarts together!” he exclaimed, lifting you off the ground in his excitement. “This is going to be the best year ever!”

You squealed, clutching onto him as he spun you around. “Jamie, I’m so excited!”

Later that day, he gave you another paper ring. It was neater this time, folded carefully with gold-trimmed parchment he’d begged off his mum.

“This one’s special,” James said solemnly as you slipped it onto your finger.

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Because it’s the last one before Hogwarts,” he said. “But I’ll make you loads more when we’re there.”

You beamed, clutching the ring to your chest. “Best friends forever?”

“Forever,” he promised.

And that was the thing about James Potter. Even when he didn’t fully understand what love was, he knew one thing: it was always going to be you.

At Hogwarts, you quickly became part of the infamous Marauders. James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and you. Whether it was sneaking into the kitchens for late-night snacks or plotting pranks on the Slytherins, the five of you were inseparable.

James had a knack for getting the group into trouble, and you had a knack for talking your way out of it.

“It’s not my fault Snape looks so funny when his robes turn pink,” James argued one day, as you all hid in an empty classroom after a particularly successful prank.

“You used an entire bottle of dye,” Remus pointed out dryly, though he was biting back a smile.

“Totally worth it,” Sirius said, high-fiving James.

Peter chuckled nervously. “Do you think he’ll ever figure out it was us?”

“Who cares?” you said, laughing. “Jamie, you’re brilliant.”

James beamed at your praise, his grin so wide it threatened to split his face.

But while James was fearless in most things, there was one subject that turned him into a bumbling mess: Lily Evans, although you understood the feeling, cause she was gorgeous.

“Merlin’s beard, just look at her,” James sighed dreamily one afternoon as the five of you sat under a tree by the Black Lake. Lily was a few yards away, reading a book and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“You’re staring again,” you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

James turned red. “I am not!”

“You absolutely are,” Sirius chimed in, smirking. “If you’re going to pine, at least do it with some dignity, Prongs.”

“I’m not pining!” James protested, though his voice cracked slightly.

Remus raised an eyebrow. “You drew a heart with her initials in your Transfiguration notes yesterday.”

“I did not!” James said, horrified.

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “You did. I saw it too.”

You burst out laughing, leaning into James as he groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Jamie, it’s okay to have a crush. Especially if it's on Evans. I do too but the difference is you’re terrible at hiding it.”

“You lot are the worst,” he muttered, though he couldn’t hide the small smile creeping onto his face.

Despite the relentless teasing, you were always James’ biggest supporter. When he finally worked up the courage to ask Lily out in your fifth year, you were the one who gave him the pep talk beforehand.

“You’re James Potter,” you said firmly, gripping his shoulders. “You’re charming, funny, and completely brilliant. If she doesn’t say yes, it’s her loss.”

James smiled nervously. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” you said confidently.

And even though a small part of you felt a twinge of something you couldn’t quite name, you pushed it aside. Because James was your best friend, and you’d always be there for him—just like he’d always be there for you.

It happened gradually, so slowly that you didn’t notice at first. The paper rings, once a constant in your life, became fewer and fewer. By sixth year, they stopped altogether. You told yourself it didn’t matter—after all, you and James were still thick as thieves. He was busy with Quidditch, the Marauders, and his relentless pursuit of Lily Evans.

But deep down, you missed them.

Then one day, an owl from your parents arrived during breakfast in the Great Hall. You tore open the envelope eagerly, only to feel your stomach drop as you read the letter.

The treehouse at the Potters burned down.

Your chest ached as you reread the words. The treehouse, your secret hideout, the place where you’d kept all the paper rings James had ever given you—gone. Reduced to ashes.

You left the Great Hall in a daze, clutching the letter as tears blurred your vision. It wasn’t just a treehouse. It was years of memories, laughter, and promises that now felt lost forever. You needed to tell James. He would understand.

You found him in the courtyard, a broad grin on his face as he spoke animatedly to Lily. She was laughing, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight, and for a moment, you hesitated.

Then you saw it: a paper ring in his hand. Your heart clenched painfully as he turned it over in his fingers, showing it to Lily with the same excitement he’d once reserved for you.

You felt a lump form in your throat. It was silly, really. You’d known for years that James fancied Lily. You’d encouraged him, teased him, supported him. And yet, seeing him with a paper ring—your paper ring—meant for her…

It felt like losing a part of yourself.

You turned on your heel and walked away before he could see you, the letter crumpled in your hand. As you hurried back to the common room, you tried to push the image from your mind, but it clung stubbornly.

You told yourself it didn’t matter. Maybe Lily had finally agreed to a date. Maybe the ring wasn’t even for her. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

But the ache in your chest told a different story.

You didn’t sleep much that night. The weight of the treehouse’s destruction—and the memories it held—pressed heavily on your chest. When morning came, you dragged yourself to breakfast, your usual bubbly demeanor dimmed.

James was already there, sitting with Sirius, Remus, and Peter, recounting some Quidditch play. He caught sight of you as you approached, and his grin faltered.

“Morning, sunny,” he greeted, nudging the bench beside him. “You look like you didn’t sleep a wink.”

You plopped down next to him, twisting the edge of your sleeve. “James… the..the treehouse, it burned down.”

His face froze, confusion quickly giving way to shock. “What?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

You handed him the crumpled letter. He read it, his expression shifting to heartbreak. “Our treehouse? The one we built with my mum’s old cushions and all the fairy lights?”

You nodded, your throat tight. “All the paper rings… they were in there, James.”

For a moment, he just stared at the letter. Then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you like they used to when you were kids, and you buried your face in his shoulder, letting the familiar scent of parchment and pine comfort you.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t think—I didn’t realize—”

You missed the way his breath hitched, his soft oh of realization. Missed the quick glance he threw across the table to Lily, whose knowing gaze met his. Her lips curled into the faintest smile, as if she understood something neither of you had quite pieced together yet.

But you were too caught up in the hug, too lost in your own heartbreak to notice anything else.

James Potter was not one to do things halfway. The moment he realized how much those paper rings had meant to you, he made it his mission to bring them back into your life in abundance. It started small—a single paper ring folded neatly and tucked into your Potions book during class.

“James,” you whispered, holding it up with an amused smile. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Trouble’s my middle name,” he whispered back, grinning mischievously before turning back to Slughorn’s lecture like he hadn’t just slid a tiny masterpiece of folded parchment into your life.

But James Potter didn’t stop at small. Soon, the paper rings started appearing everywhere. One in your bag during Transfiguration. Another tucked into your scarf at breakfast. A stack of them slid under your pillow one night. He even charmed one to float down from the owlery like a paper snowflake as you walked past.

The grandest moment came during Defense Against the Dark Arts. James, thinking he was being discreet, crept over to your desk mid-lecture to slip a particularly colorful ring onto your parchment. Just as he leaned down, a shadow loomed over both of you.

“Ahem,” Professor McGonagall’s sharp voice cut through the room like a knife. The class went silent, every head swiveling to witness James Potter caught red-handed.

James straightened, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Just delivering a very important piece of classwork, Professor,” he said smoothly, holding up the paper ring as if it were a prized essay.

McGonagall’s lips twitched, though she worked hard to suppress a smile. “Very well, Mr. Potter. But if I catch you again, you’ll be writing lines until your quill runs out of ink.”

“Yes, Professor,” James said solemnly, though his wink to Sirius betrayed him.

As McGonagall turned back to the blackboard, you swore you saw her glance over her shoulder and wink—wink—at you. For a moment, you questioned your sanity.

By the end of the week, you had more paper rings than you knew what to do with. You didn’t have the heart to throw them away—not after all the effort James had gone to—so you started collecting them in an old chocolate box you found in your dorm.

Every night, you added the day’s rings to the collection, tracing your fingers over the creases and folds as you smiled to yourself. It was ridiculous, really. They were just bits of paper, after all. But each one felt like a tiny promise—a reminder of a boy who made the world brighter simply by being in it.

It was another morning at the Gryffindor table, and James was unusually quiet. Normally, he’d be drumming his fingers on the table, bantering with Sirius, or laughing at something Peter said. But today, he was poking at his eggs, lost in thought.

Remus noticed first. Of course, he did. “You haven’t mentioned Lily in a while,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow. “What happened? Did she finally hex you into silence?”

Sirius barked a laugh, and Peter snorted into his pumpkin juice. But James just shrugged, looking nonchalant.

“Oh, yeah, about that,” he said casually, as if he weren’t about to drop a bombshell. “Well… that’s not happening.”

Your fork clattered onto your plate. “Really?” you blurted, a little too loudly. You immediately ducked your head, heat rushing to your cheeks.

James smirked, but it wasn’t his usual mischievous one—it was softer, more thoughtful. “Yeah, she kind of pointed out that I might have feelings for someone else.”

The table went silent. Even Sirius, who rarely let anything keep him quiet for long, was staring at James in surprise.

“And?” Remus prompted, leaning forward like he already knew the answer.

“And I realized… she was right,” James admitted, his voice quieter now.

“Oh,” you said softly, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing. “That’s… interesting.”

“Yeah,” James said, turning to look at you with a curious expression. “It is.”

For a moment, his hazel eyes seemed to search yours, like he was trying to figure out if you knew what he meant—if you felt the same.

But before he could say anything else, Sirius, who clearly couldn’t handle the suspense, interrupted with a loud, “So, who’s the lucky person, Prongs? Don’t leave us hanging!”

James flushed, the tips of his ears turning pink as he grabbed a piece of toast and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering something unintelligible.

“Oh, come on,” Sirius teased, elbowing him. “Out with it, mate!”

But James just shook his head, laughing nervously. “Not telling,” he mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

The conversation shifted after that, Sirius dragging Peter into a heated debate about whether or not owls secretly judged their owners, and you found yourself staring at your plate, your thoughts spinning.

You didn’t know what to make of James’ words. Who was he talking about? Was it someone you knew? Was it… you?

You glanced at James out of the corner of your eye. He was laughing now, teasing Peter about his messy handwriting, but there was something different about him—something softer.

You pushed the thought away. It couldn’t be you. Could it?

The Owlery was quiet, save for the soft hoots of the owls roosting in their perches. You had just tied your letter to your parents onto a barn owl’s leg, stroking its feathers as it took off into the morning light. Beside you, James was doing the same, his handwriting as messy as ever but filled with his usual warmth and charm.

As his owl soared into the sky, you lingered by the ledge, watching the horizon. James leaned beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence was comfortable, the kind that came with years of friendship. But you couldn’t stop thinking about breakfast, about what he’d said, and about the way he’d looked at you.

“So,” you started, your voice soft, “this… someone else you might have feelings for.”

James froze, his hands gripping the stone ledge. “Oh,” he said, his voice an octave higher than usual. “That.”

You turned to face him, your heart thudding in your chest. “Yeah, that.”

James rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. “Right. Well…” He hesitated, his usual confidence faltering. “It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” you asked, taking a step closer.

He glanced at you then, his hazel eyes searching yours. “Because, well because it’s you,” he said quietly.

The words hung in the air, delicate and trembling. You stared at him, your mouth slightly open in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah,” James said, his cheeks flushing pink. “It’s always been you, I think. I just… didn’t realize it until Lily pointed it out. And then when I thought about it—about us—it just made sense, you know? You’ve always been there. You’ve always been you.”

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “James…”

“I know it might be weird,” he said quickly, misinterpreting your silence. “And if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay. I just thought you should know, because I—”

“I feel the same,” you blurted out, cutting him off.

He blinked at you, his mouth hanging open. “You do?”

You nodded, a shy smile spreading across your face. “I do.”

For a moment, James just stared at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, slowly, his lips curled into the biggest, brightest grin you’d ever seen.

“Brilliant,” he said softly, almost to himself.

You laughed, the sound light and bubbly, and he joined in, his joy infectious. Before you knew it, he was stepping closer, his hand reaching for yours.

“I, uh, don’t have a proper ring,” he said, his voice nervous but warm. “But…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar folded strip of parchment.

Your breath hitched as he gently slipped the paper ring onto your finger, his touch lingering. “There,” he said, his smile soft and a little shy. “Perfect.”

You looked down at the ring, your chest swelling with warmth. It was so James—simple, sweet, and utterly wonderful.

“Perfect,” you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

When you looked up, he was already watching you, his hazel eyes filled with something so soft and tender it made your knees weak.

“Does this mean you’re stuck with me?” you teased, your cheeks aching from how hard you were smiling.

“Forever, if you’ll have me,” James said, grinning.

And as the owls cooed above and the sunlight bathed the two of you in gold, you knew you would. Forever and always.

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[mourgeprincessz]

My Personal Experience With Drugz TW: SELF INJURY MENTIONED

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Hellooo ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ). I know this is a bit personal, but it’s something that has had a massive impact on my life, and I feel like sharing my story could help others avoid the same mistakes. Lately, I’ve been seeing a lot of people romanticizing drug use in the media, and honestly, it’s been bothering me. From the outside, it might seem fun or glamorous, but the aftermath is a whole different story. Here’s my experience, and why I think it’s important to talk about the harsh reality.

It all really started with Mike. We’ll just call him that for now. Mike was an avid drug user and a vaper, and dating him became a constant struggle. Drugs were always present in our relationship, from weed to occasional LSD trips, and even getting "crossfaded" — smoking and drinking together. What felt like a fun way to escape eventually turned into a nightmare that would change my life forever. Throughout our time together, the drugs were never far away. They became the glue that held us together, but they also slowly chipped away at me. The trips, the highs, the shared experiences — they all felt exhilarating in the moment. But in the aftermath, things began to unravel. The summer of 2022 was a turning point for me. That year, I spiraled into a deep psychosis that left me lost in my own mind. It wasn’t like my past episodes, where I would experience brief moments of confusion or anxiety. This time was different — it was intense, all-consuming, and terrifying. Eventually, the chaos caught up with me. My psychosis grew so severe that I had no choice but to go to a mental hospital. The experience was eye-opening, forcing me to confront the state of my life and mind. The time I spent there made me realize just how far I had fallen, but ironically, once I was out, I didn’t stop using drugs. The pull was too strong, and my relationship with Mike made it hard to walk away from that lifestyle. At some point, my mom discovered what I was doing, and it felt like my entire world was crumbling. My drug use worsened, and my hallucinations became unbearable. I would see things, like the shadow of my groomer, someone who haunted my thoughts and tormented me. It wasn’t just a bad trip — it felt like I was living in a waking nightmare. The drugs were no longer just an escape; they were the source of my pain, amplifying my psychosis and leading me down a path of destruction. In the summer of 2023, Mike and I broke up. The reason? Another woman. The betrayal stung, leaving me heartbroken and lost. But as strange as it sounds, it was also a wake-up call. Mike, my source of drugs, was no longer around. I had no choice but to sober up. But the withdrawal wasn’t easy, and neither was the battle with my own mind. Without the constant haze of substances, I was left with the harsh reality of my mental health issues. Psychosis lingered, and I struggled with self-harm, a dark habit I’d developed as a way to cope with everything I had been through. Looking back on everything, I can say this: don’t do what I did. I wouldn’t recommend my choices to anyone. The drugs, the toxic relationship, the unhealthy cycle — it all led to a place I never should have gone. Drugs can be helpful for some people when used carefully and under the right circumstances, but for me, they only exacerbated my problems. They spiked my psychosis, worsened my schizophrenia, and pushed me to the brink. If you take anything from my story, let it be this: don’t use drugs if they harm you or the people around you. Addiction can destroy lives, relationships, and your sense of self. The journey to recovery is never easy, but it’s worth it to stay away from what pulls you into the darkness.

Take care of yourself. Take care of your mind ♥︎.

[livelaughlovesubs]

The con was really fun! I didn’t have a cosplay but I wore a Lolita dress. I got to participate in a just dance competition and akutagawa’s eng Va was also there as a guest! (I didn’t get to talk to him bc I got scared kuhuhu (ó﹏ò｡))

There was a lot of bsd and hsr cosplays and I even got a few photos with them!

The down side of it though was that as the event progressed the place got really busy and half the time I got separated from my friends since I got so distracted by artist alley ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;). I also blew like a good portion of my savings on peoples’ art but it was worth it for fyodor’s photocard ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ (I’m so totally normal about him kehehehe)

Overall, minus the heels problem, it was a great experience since I got to hang out with friends I hadn’t seen in a while. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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(trying out a different writing style if you can’t tell :3)

Yea you are using many new emotes, but I think they are called differently? Reminds me of 🎀 anon haha

Anyway sounds fun wow~ I’ll blow so much of my money on the artists and merch booths as well, I have to work hard until then or I’ll go broke

(At least I’ll be happy and broke right)

[merakiui]

devilman crybaby lured me in with a dick the size of my arm and then destroyed my soul while i was distracted by said dick

｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ it broke me the first time I watched it. Such a tragic show,,, I love Ryo and Akira's dynamic. One who is very human in his thoughts and actions, and the other who only learns and is exposed to what it means to be human through his friend. The way my heart dropped in the last episode when the camera pans down and Akira's lips are dry. WAAAAAAA T_T the fact that Akira showed Ryo what love is. MY HEART IS HURTING FOR THEM. Everyone deserved better. </3 that scene with Miki towards the end,,, the baton. >_< THE ENDING CREDITS WHERE SHE'S ON THE MOTORCYCLE WITH AKIRA AND KONYADAKE IS PLAYING...........

I also watched Japan Sinks: 2020, and that hurt me all over again. Masaaki Yuasa knows how to rip my heart to pieces in the best and worst ways. T^T

[tojiscumdumpster]

when i tell you seeing this comment made my entire morning. the way you just broke down my fic and pointed out every emotion and detail that i wanted readers to feel truly makes me happy. i just feel like crying rn, pls. thank you so much bby. this fic has easily became one of my top five of mine. i love it so much, so to see you enjoy it this much is wonderful feeling. ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ᥫ᭡

⠀ ⠀⠀ "unwanted" MATRIMONY

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀byakuya kuchiki.

✧ summary to preserve the existence of y/n's clan, she is forced to wed the twenty-eighth head of the kuchiki clan—byakuya kuchiki.

✧ content warnings reader is described as a black woman who uses she/her pronouns. clanhead!reader x captain!byakuya. bleach verse au (no manga spoilers) byakuya is a noble, so they'll both be speaking as such. lowkey giving royalty au vibes. told in first POV — reader's. tropes included: arranged marriage, childhood rivals to lovers. usage of c*nt, missionary position, fingering, nipple play, praise and breeding kink, primal play, terms of endearment — blossom, my love, etc. plot with smut, fluff, and a touch of angst if you squint hard enough. lengthy, but the build up is worth it and necessary!

✧ author's note i don't have much to say, but here's to adding more bleach men to my roster. i knew i wanted to write for byakuya because that's my baby daddy, and now i finally have this idea i hope you guys enjoy. support me by reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts. i would greatly appreciate it. ♡ MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT.

 I must make my days do, lazing around in my private chambers as I am bound to a marriage I wanted no parts of. Especially not with Byakuya Kuchiki. 

 Lord Byakuya, as he prefers me to call him.

 Because I am the current and possibly the final head of the L /N Clan, I am forced to complete my duties as such. Those duties entailed me following through with my grandparents final wish: get married and keep our family name alive. 

 Which I have no issue with fulfilling. 

 My dreams are filled with having children with a man that loves me. To extend our family and grow old together where our souls will find each other in another life. 

 However, I hadn’t planned my marriage to be an arrangement that I wasn’t aware of because of an agreement our grandfathers had prior to me being born. 

 It’s shocking, honestly. More so, ludicrous for them to think this was okay. But I just couldn’t deny my grandfather. Not when his palm was in mine, lacking its warmth that’s usually there due to his near passing. 

 I remember tears staining my cheeks and a smile gracing his when he made his final request for me. 

 That was two years ago. Now, I am married. Have been for almost a year and every day I dread my decision. 

 How could I possibly wed a man as cold as Byakuya Kuchiki? We barely speak. We sleep in separate chambers. The most we see each other is during dinner because it would be ridiculous to have the servants prepare us food at different times. But even so, the silence and tension always remains deafening.

 And to make matters worse, we have yet to consummate our marriage. 

 This is something I cannot possibly do on my own. He may or may not be attracted to me, and I am convinced to assume the latter because he never utters a look in my direction. 

 It’s shameful how he treats me. The words he spoke to me the night of our ceremony is a constant memory I do my best to forget but cannot. 

 I’m officially married. Not the way I expected to be, but what other choice do I have? Grandfather has died and I made a promise to him to marry and bear children to keep the L /N Clan everlasting. Even if that meant being forced into marriage with my childhood rival. 

 As we sit side-by-side next to each other, bowing and thanking all of our guests for their blessings, I feel the coldness radiating off Byakuya. Of course, one of us has to be graceful and fake smiles while greeting everyone, so I am left to the task. 

 Byakuya? He doesn’t hide how dissatisfied he is with how this night is going. 

 To an extent, I understand. Forcing to wed after the loss of his wife, Hisana, is not ideal. Despite it being centuries since her soul has passed, I’m almost positive the heartbreak is still present. 

 Maybe tonight reminds him of her? 

 “Byakuya—what is the matter? Is everything alright?” I inquired. I turn to face him and await a response. 

 The squareness of his jawline catches my attention and I think how it was carved by the gods themselves. I’ve known Byakuya since we were both children, and seeing the fine man he has grown into today never ceases to amaze me. 

 His profile is… beautiful. I’m mesmerized by the softness of his pale complexion and how it contrasts with the darkness of his raven colored locks. 

 The further I stare at him, the more heat floods underneath my cheeks and my mouth watering at the sight of his beauty. 

 But when he finally speaks, all of the emotions I’ve felt have completely diminished. 

 “Do you feel no shame being forced into a marriage where your partner feels nothing for you?”

 Since then, I’ve kept my distance from him. I remember the pain that pinged my chest when processing the words that left his mouth. I remember rushing to my chambers after the ceremony and crying until it felt like a million shards of glass were piercing them. 

 Yes, I feel ashamed. But I never expected Byakuya to be so direct with me. He’s certainly not the young boy I remember growing up with. Where we would make everything into a competition. 

 Our swordsmanship. Our knowledge. Our abilities. Whatever can be turned into a challenge for us, Byakuya and I competed. 

 That led him to be a captain of the Gotei Thirteen and twenty-eighth head of the Kuchiki Clan. And me, the twenty-third head of my family. I initially wanted to enter the Shin’ō Academy along with Byakuya, but I chose to stay with my family and oversee our medicine and agriculture. 

 However, even when he entered the academy, he always made time to see me because we were friends before any juvenile competition we made. 

 So why can he not see his wrongdoings in our marriage? Could he at least try for the sake of me fulfilling my duties? 

 All that keeps me company are movements of the servants coming in and out of my chambers, along with the river that flows past my view. 

 As always, dinner is silent. 

 Byakuya has returned to the manor after attending his captain duties, and this is the only time of day where I see him. He is stripped from his formal wear and has been dressed in a simple dark blue yukata that has specks of cherry blossoms scattered across the garment. 

 If I didn’t loathe him so much, I could take my time appreciating how handsome he looks while being in the comfort of his manor. His locks are released from the kenseikan he wears that symbolizes his nobility as the head of the Kuchiki Clan. 

 I occasionally steal glances at him while he eats, and yes, while I do despise being in this forced marriage just as he does, I can’t help but be captivated by him.

 My lady parts wouldn’t allow me to deny the attraction. 

 As I watch my beloved husband, I think of all the sexual acts I would like for him to do to me. Please me in ways I could only imagine he can do. Make love to me and whisper in my ear how breathtaking I am.

 When I look at Byakuya, I think of all the times I’ve spent time with Lady Kyōraku and she tells me how madly in love she is with Captain Kyōraku. How well he treats her, and even with his demands in his new position, they spend much quality time together. 

 She even graced my ears with a few details about a picnic session they recently had where it led to activities that typically aren't done out in public.

 I wonder if my husband will ever be reckless enough to do an act as obscene as that. 

 Not likely. 

 I hate quiet, especially while we eat together. What is the purpose if no words will be spoken amongst each other? No eye contact. No going to bed together after we have finished. Why? 

 Why am I not able to be served dinner in my private chambers? Surely, I can make a request for this going forward. 

 Or… perhaps there is a different way for me to get him to speak. 

 I take a sip of my cremè sake before clearing my throat. “How did your day treat you, my lord?”

 “It was fine,” he responds, flatly. Should I be shocked that he didn’t lift his chin when speaking to me? 

 “There is something I would like to discuss with you.”

 “It can wait. I’m not up for discussion at the moment.” His dismissive tone has annoyance leaching onto my flesh, and I feel like I am on the verge of exploding.

 “Perhaps it cannot. I would like to discuss something with you, my husband.” The authority in my voice grabs his attention and finally, he looks up at me and catches my hardened gaze. 

 He deeply sighs, sitting down his bowl of rice and chopsticks. “What is it?”

 “Maybe we should… begin the process of annulment.”

 His face remains calm. Expressionless, like I always remembered. Does he care enough to show a reaction to me asking for a cancellation of our marriage? 

 This shouldn’t be a difficult decision for him, so why is he taking his time to respond? 

 The longer I wait, the more his lack of response bothers me. It’s not similar to before, where the quiet was filled by the sounds of us eating and the servants coming in to check on us.

 No, it’s the silence where if he does not speak, I will make the decision for him and walk out and permanently leave the manor.

 I think of all the conversations I’ve had with Lady Rukia, his younger sister. And Renji, his lieutenant, about how I should be patient with Byaykuya. That, eventually, he will come around and warm up to me being his wife. 

 But how long?

 How long would it take for us to share a chamber? For us to act like we’re in this agreement together? For him to look at me with the same attraction I have for him?

 How long? 

 It possibly couldn’t be more than a year. 

 This is not the Byakuya Kuchiki I grew up with. No, I wasn’t in his life those five years he was wedded to Hisana due to my own family issues. Maybe I could’ve been there for him and witnessed his change that caused him to be so apathetic. 

 However, this cold man that sits before me… I don’t know who he is.

 “Is there someone else you’re interested in?” He finally speaks, breaking me from my musings. 

 I draw my brows together, confused at his accusation. “Are you… insinuating that I am having an affair?”

 “We’ve been wedded for a year. No acts of intimacy have been done between us. Now suddenly you—”

 “Because of you!” My voice roars, interrupting whatever nonsense that he was about to spew. 

 I refuse to allow him to put the blame on me for the stillness in our marriage. I have tried, time after time, and all I am met with is a man that constantly rejects any type of advances I attempt to provide him.

 So, I continue. 

 “I have given you a year, Byakuya,” I begin, standing over him. He looks up at me and again, his expression remains undetectable. “The day of our ceremony, I have accepted that I will be your lady, and on that night, I was prepared for consummation. But what did you do instead? Humiliate me in front of all our guests with your trivial question!”

 My chest heaves an adrenaline I haven’t felt in a while. Maybe even never, however, leave it to Byakuya to rile me up this way. 

 “If you or anyone thinks I will bear children with a man that looks at me with utter disgust, then you all are sadly mistaken.” Are my last words to him before I rush out the supper room, tears threatening to fall, reminding me of the night we wedded. 

 I feel like such a fool. Disgrace descends upon me and my mind quickly goes to my grandfather and the words he spoke to me on his deathbed. Be strong, child, and fulfill your duties as the current head of the L /N Clan. Bear beautiful children with Young Byakuya and fall effortlessly in love. 

 Oh, grandfather. What am I to do? I can no longer stand to be in this marriage. Not like this. 

 Not with Byakuya. 

 By this time already, I had returned to my chambers and began preparing for bed. I allowed my emotions to get the best of me tonight, so some sleep will do me good. 

 But my suggestion of annulment will continue in the morning. 

 Just as I was moisturizing my body, a knock at the door interrupts my nightly routine and I immediately grow annoyed. 

 I know it isn’t one of the servants checking on me. They know when I don’t want to be bothered with. So that leaves the man that’s responsible for my current state of mind. 

 Ignore him, I say to myself. He’ll think I’m asleep and eventually leave. But no. He barges into my chambers, unannounced, and shuts the door behind him. 

 “Excuse me. I don’t recall giving you permission to en—”

 “Do you think this is easy for me?” He asks, paying no mind to my protests. “Being… married to you.”

 I turned my back to him and continued with the task I was doing before he interrupted. “Save me the boredom and keep it to yourself. No need to further remind—”

 “For a year… I have been… fighting these emotions. These… feelings that have been forming in my chest at the thought of you being my lady.” His admission shocks me… but I remain quiet and stare at him intently through my mirror and allow him to finish. “Do you wish to know how I feel about you, Lady Y/N?”

 My chest slowly heaves up and down and I hold eye contact with him. “How?” I breathed. 

 “You interfere with my routine. Daily… weekly… monthly. Just the thought of you has my mind spiraling.” He moves closer to me with every word he speaks. “A noble. A clan head such as myself, loses all sense of control with just a whiff of your scent. Your jasmine scent that drives me utterly insane. I simply cannot act with honor when I’m around you, so I purposely choose to ignore you.”

 “But… why?” I questioned. 

 “Because you are you, my lady. You may think I don’t keep my eyes on you, but I do. All day… every day. I… watch you sit by the river and simply smile at the sight of nature. From a distance, I hear how kind you are when you speak to others. It’s… enchanting.”

 I slowly release a breath and swallow a thick gulp. “So why is that you don’t speak to me? If I’m, as you stated, enchanting?”

 “Speaking is not what I wish to do with you when we are alone,” he admits. Arousal rushed between my legs at the true meaning of his statement. 

 “It is hard for me to believe that you have an attraction toward me, Lord Byakuya.” As if my words triggered him, he takes long strides to close the distance between us. 

 “Perhaps it’s because you do not look at me the way you look at others. I, too, should be questioning your attraction toward me.”

 I stand to meet with him, but fail miserably due his tall frame towering me. Still, I stand firm with my gaze. “Others such as who?”

 “Shūhei Hisagi,” he deadpans. 

 “You’re being ridicu—”

 “That smile… Your eyes… The look you give him… you have never looked at me that way before. He personally delivers the newsletter to our manor, which he doesn’t have to, but he does for you.”

 “Are you… jealous? Of the small interactions I have with Hisagi a few times throughout the week?”

 It is hard for me to believe that the honorable Byakuya Kuchiki himself is getting flared up over a platonic friendship between Hisagi and I. 

 Sure, there may be a chance he feels more for me than I know, judging by how his cheeks stain a light pink color when he delivers the newsletter. 

 But in no shape or form do I feel the same way, and I would never stoop as low as stepping out in my marriage. Even if my husband treats me like I am a fly on the wall. 

 Though, now, as he stands before me, slightly flustered, nostrils flaring, and a pinched expression—Byakuya is in fact—jealous. 

 I do not know how to feel about this, but I do know it is better than the distance I was getting before. 

 “Does this,” he grabs my hand to slip between us so I can feel his hardened erection, causing me to suck in a breath, “feel like I hold no attraction to you?”

 “Byakuya,” I barely said above a hushed tone. 

 He presses his forward against mine, whispering, “Everyday… I curse myself for these feelings I have for you, to the point where I attempt to avoid you yet fail horribly because I can’t help but watch you from afar.” His hand gently runs up and down my arm, and this bit of contact burns warmth to my flesh. 

 “I feel wrong. Felt, wrong for having such feelings for you, knowing my late Hisana has passed away. I thought my heart went along with her illness, however, you returned to my life unexpectedly.”

 I lick my lips before asking, “Are you saying you… love me, my lord?”

 “I desire you, my lady. Crave you in ways that make me want to act animalistic.” His lips ghost over mine before he falls to my neck and inhales heavily. “I’ve always wanted to know what it is like to have you on my tongue. To hear you beg for me to give you more than what I am giving.”

 “My lord… please.” 

 He shushes me. “Your beauty is beyond words. I have… never seen a rich, deep, golden brown complexion such as yours. You hold yourself with grace, but I know you’re a minx underneath these silk garments.”

 He begins trailing faint kisses along my flesh until meeting with my face once more. I stare at him and take advantage of his ash-colored hues that resemble the sky on a cloudy day. 

 I don’t recall ever being this close in proximity to Byakuya. I’m enthralled by the smoothness of his skin and the color of his lips that reminds me of a thousand cherry blossoms. 

 I want to kiss him. I, too, also want to know what it feels like to have the taste of him on my tongue. Just—

 “May I kiss you, Y/N?” The octave of his voice, slightly lower than usual, breathy with a touch of desperation… it does something to my core. 

 His cheeks flush red and my eyes widen at the sight of him. It feels like this is a fantasy, a moment I thought I would only see in my dreams. He is completely vulnerable, stipped down to where he forgets the formalities and calls my name. He is like this for me because of me. 

 When he is like this–I do not loathe him.

 “You may.”

 Byakuya gently presses his mouth against mine, our lips merely touching as if he is skeptical about what he is doing. He pulls back to look at me and I know desperation is shown on my face. And I know he feels the same.

 How he engulfs my arm with his hand, applying immense pressure to show his desire for me tells me so. 

 My breaths are staggered. I’m thinking, what will he do next? Will he turn around and return to his chambers, regretting this moment ever happened? No. He does not. 

 He caresses my nose with his, breathing me in before meeting with my lips once more. 

 This time, he cuffs my face and deepens our kiss. My hands latched  onto his wrist to hold him in place because I will not allow him to show any skepticism once again. 

 Byakuya takes his time exploring my mouth, but a touch of eagerness is shown when his tongue slips inside of me to get more. Heat hums throughout my body and I feel wetness pooling between my thighs due to the lack of under garments I am not wearing. 

 Is this what it feels like to kiss him? Is it normal for my limbs to grow weak? As if he read my thoughts, he sweeps me off the ground and wraps my legs around his waist. Our heads move side-to-side in unison while we devour each other’s grunts and moans. 

 We head in the direction to my futon and ever so lightly, he lays me down and pulls away from me. 

 “Strip for me.” His order is soft but filled with dominance I can’t be anything but submissive to. 

 I untie my silk robe, slowly until it falls off my shoulders and bares my body. His eyes… where I know Byakuya to be calm and collective during battle, right now a beast rages through him, and I am his prey that he is ready to feast on. 

 My legs spread, revealing my sex that is moist beyond measure. A growl forms in the pit of Byakuya’s stomach and it spreads chills down my spine.

 He palms my breasts while gazing at me and I shudder from his touch. I could believe that this is in fact a dream, but it is not. 

 No longer than a second later, and he pinches my nipple between his fingers. 

 “My lord,” I softly cried, arching my back. 

 “You are art, Y/N.”

 “Address me as your lady,” I demanded. 

 “Apologies, Lady Y/N.” He leans forward to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Is there anything else you would like for me to do?”

 “Strip for me as well,” I instructed, teasingly. 

 His yukata drapes low on his hips and I am met with his slender build. Squared shoulders. A trimmed waist. And an abdomen where I would enjoy rubbing my wetness along that leads to what will bring me pleasure tonight. 

 He stands to completely remove his garments and my mouth floods at the sight of him. His groin, hard and veiny, drips liquid that I’m yearning to taste. 

 Byakuya, as expected, is well trimmed, but leaves just enough hair, perfect to my liking. 

 He’s much larger than I imagined. A size I need time adjusting to, that’s for certain. 

 “Am I up to your liking?” He quips. 

 I hum, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. “Perhaps.”

 The smallest chuckle, almost faint, escapes his mouth. “Perhaps…” He mocks, catching onto the lie that I uttered. 

  He kneels down before me and sucks my lower lip into his mouth while he widens my legs even further to bring pleasure to my cunt. Those slender fingers, so long and delicate, slip inside of me and I mewl at the slight intrusion. He massages my walls as if he is exploring, attempting to familiarize himself with how I pulsate around his fingers. 

 I break our kiss to moan his name, and my lord takes advantage of the opening to plunge his tongue in the back of my throat and sink deeper into my cunt. 

 I never expected Byakuya to be well equipped with his fingers this way. Those same fingers that are used for battle are currently being used to bring me to my release. 

 Soon, his lips find the valley of my breasts where he leaves bruises on my flesh with teeth. I whimper so pathetically, shocking myself at the sound that leaks from me. 

 He sucks on my nipples greedily, like a starved man that’s hungry for his lover, and this time, I let out a moan of his name. 

 “Byakuya…”

 He looks at me through his lashes and firmly grips my breast. “Remember, my lady. Address me as your lord.”

 “I am sorry, my lord. Please… I can no longer wait. I want to come.”

 “Where is that fire that was present earlier? Begging?” I clench around his fingers at the sound of him taunting me. 

 He flickers his digits quicker inside of me, pulling such obscene noises from my cunt that mingles with my moans and his praises in my chambers. 

 Byakuya, this time, does not kiss me. No, instead, he ogles me and gently holds my chin in place where I am forced to watch him deliver me a release I’ve been waiting a year for. 

 There was a time where I thought he didn’t have an ounce of attraction to me, and now here he is, pleasing me in a way I haven’t been before. 

 “Oh, Lord Byakuya… I… I’m about to come. I feel a release coming,” I purred. 

  “But I have barely touched you, blossom.”

 I latched onto his wrist and rolled my hips to meet his fingers thrusting inside of my cunt. “I—I know. I’ve been waiting for this… for so long.”

 “You’ve fantasized about me bringing you pleasure?” I nod, causing a small smirk to form on his lips. “Tell me more, Lady Y/N. What else do you want? Would you like my shaft inside your tight cunt?”

 “Yes.”

 “Tell you how breathtaking you look while being filled with me?”

 “Oh, yes. Yes, Lord Byakuya.”  

 The faintest, most gentle kiss is placed on the side of my mouth and I feel the tension at the bottom of my stomach unraveling.

 “Are you prepared to bear my children? To have my come flooding your cunt until it drips out?” He ghosts over my ear. “Will you take me?”

 “Bya… kuya…” My orgasm suddenly crept onto me and I’ve created a mess on his hand. 

 I throw my head back and moan to the gods above. I can’t stop shaking and he continues to pump his fingers inside of me. 

 For a year I thought this man loathed me, but tonight I am proved otherwise. 

 Lord Byakuya has described himself as a madman when he is around me, and it is shown when he doesn’t permit me the time to come down from my release before guiding his cock to my entrance. 

 I look between us, anticipating the moment he enters my body and wondering how I will take him. 

 He attempts to push himself inside, but is met with interference and clicks his tongue. Frustrated at the constriction of my cunt because his cock is aching to feel my walls. 

 “I see she is as stubborn as you are,” he taunts. 

 I slyly smirk at him. “Giving up—Ohh…”

 Byakuya does not allow me to finish my retort before giving me one long thrust between my folds to completely stuff me. My brows knits together at the slight intrusion and hint of pain that’s mended by my wetness. 

 I’m… stretched. How could he fit? He’s so… big. Large. I feel his veins pleasurably grazing me when he slowly begins to pull in and out. My cunt molds around his cock like he’s all she knows and I gasp with every movement. 

 My thighs are pushed back so he could see all of me, to see how I’m swallowing him whole. He swears underneath his breath and seeing Byakuya so vulnerable like this has me pulsating. 

 “You… are amazing, my lady. This cunt of yours… It's perfect,” he declares. “For a year you have been keeping this from me?”

 “More, my lord. Give me a bit more.”

 “So desperate for my come, are you?”

 I eagerly nod and grip his forearms to take his pounding. He wastes no time acquiescing to my request, increasing his thrusts to pull such lewd noises from me.

  I’m almost embarrassed by the loudness of my dripping sex. I’m practically making a mess on my futon and I’m mortified that the servants will need to replace my sheets. 

 Again, his mouth and hands are back on my breast, sucking and circling my nipples until they ache. Byakuya alternates between the two to show equal amounts of love and I have never felt so overwhelmed.

 He drives into me with so much passion while marking me with his teeth and alleviating the pain with his tongue. 

 “When I breed you, you will be completely mine, my love. You will be full of me, carrying my child,” he rasps, rutting into me with more force. “How many will you give me?”

 I gasped. “As many as you want, Lord Byakuya. Just please… make me come again. I feel it approaching.”

 “So come for me, blossom.”

 His thrusts are harsher than before. The head of his cock repeatedly presses my sweet spot and I feel the spark of electricity tingling in my lower back. My breasts are still occupied by his mouth, but they move obnoxiously with the rhythm of his poundings. 

 I cry his name, scream to my lord how wonderful this feels and tears prick the corner of my eyes. His free hand that was on my breast moves to thumb my clit to aid with my near release. 

 Byakuya moans soon joins mine to tell me how my cunt squeezes his cock, nearly strangling. And if it were to lose circulation, I would be the cause. But does he not feel how he throbs inside of me? 

 How he hopes to breed me so we will be bound for life? 

 “You asked me earlier… if I love you. Would you still like to know?”

 “Yes, Byakuya. Tell me… do you?”

 “I do,” he simply answers. “Since the day I saw you staring at the river and smiling at the water flowing. How could I not love you?” He brushes his lips across mine and lowers his voice. “How could I not love you after having you like this? Having your beautiful body, every dip and curve bare underneath me?”

 “Lord Byakuya… I’m coming.”

 “And you sound beautiful when my name drips from your lips. Continue calling me your lord until I have filled you with my come.”

 Over and over, he rocks into me at a frenzied pace, causing my orgasm to burst out of me. Tears stain my cheeks and arousal prickles my flesh from my overwhelming release. However, Byakuya does not let up until his thrusts are uncoordinated, indicating his own climax.

 Coming together as lovers for the first time after our ceremony has me seeing stars in my chambers. His load… it’s heavy. Hot and sticky. It mingles with my own come and creates a mess between us.

 Lord Byakuya, too, is a vocal lover. He comes down from his own release and whispers how ethereal I am. How he would never grow tired of pleasing me and filling my cunt. 

 But it’s the delicacy of him brushing my coils away from my face and placing soft kisses on my cheeks that causes my heart to skip a beat. 

 An hour has already passed, and we have been basking in each other’s presence. His embrace is comforting. It provides me with a warmth that was well needed to fill the coldness beside me when I slept alone at night for the past year. 

 “I’m sorry,” he says, breaking the silence. 

 I know the reason for his apology, but ask anyway. “For what, my lord?”

 “For the discomfort I have provided you since our engagement. You didn’t deserve that… Before anything, you were a dear childhood companion of mine and I treated you horribly.”

 His kind words move me. I place my palm against his cheek and look up at him. “We can discuss it some more later on. For now, I would like to enjoy your company. Is that okay?”

 He kisses the top of my head and pulls me further into his arms. “Of course, my lady… Of course.”

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Blog Update {09-10-22}

Ahhh! I can't believe I was away when we broke my 50 follower milestone 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 Thank you all so much for supporting me, I will be sure to make a celebratory post soon so we all can celebrate!

For now, let's go through the major updates:

Regarding Requests ❀ Man. I cannot apologize enough for not going through 4 of my requests on queue yet... If you requested to me a while back and I haven't posted anything, I don't think I will be getting around to them this month. I want to take some time to write self-indulgent / copium content before I open up more request slots and fulfill the current queue! (っ- ‸ - ς) Not only that, but I don't want college to hinder the quality of my requested works right now. However, I will open the option for you all to send me short requests pertaining to Erlok Grael / Thresh! I would really love to see what you all think and what I should do with him!

Blog State ❀ I'm overall very happy with the state of the blog right now, and don't really have much I want to say about this. However, I do wish I had more time to be active! (´｡• ◡ •｡`) I really do love writing league content, I just don't have the attention span and time to do so ૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა

Writing Goals ❀ Honestly, I would like to try and shorten how much I write a bit... (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) Based on the trends of which pieces compile the most notes, they tend to be shorter pieces I have written. I would like to be more straightforward with my headcanons and ideas when it pertains to requests. Personal works I kinda enjoy having no limit and don't think I'll change that! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ What do you guys think? Should I keep writing short stories for requests or would you all prefer to-the-point headcanons?? Let me know, I would love to hear what you all think and like!

The Season of Thresh ❀ As you may or may not have noticed, I have been very fixed on the idea of writing Thresh. ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა I hope all of your little souls are prepared for what I have in store... >:)

And this concludes my second blog update! I look forward to seeing you all in my notifications, hearing what you all think, all that good stuff. Thank you all, and I will see you in the next ones! ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡