#but no back in the cycle as per usual

[curiosity-killed]

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[chisatowo]

The energy it takes out of me to not shout out and gush abt youtube animators all day it immeasurable I am going to turn to dust

[miazeklos]

2020 is the first year in my life when I’ve decided to do the resolutions and ‘new year, new me’ thing and I know it’s only been five days, but I’ve got to report it’s going really well! Obviously I can’t tell if going cold turkey on every single bad habit you have and uprooting a lot of what you do in your (sort of) free time would be good for everyone, but it sure works for me and honestly, I’m very happy with the results so far. It did take Marie Kondoing pretty much every aspect of my life and getting rid of everything that made me feel in any way not great, even on SM, but it makes for a much lighter day to day life. Hopefully that’ll mean that I’ll be somewhat more consistent in my writing as well (given that the majority of this blog is also about the media I write for), so fingers crossed to a successful new year!

[heaven-with-mark]

i’m rlly craving some fluff w mark. like literally anything will suffice. you’re one of the only people who write mark in a way i can actually see him as irl, your acct is very precious to me <33 take your time in this cause i saw it’s finals week! good luck!

"editing."

Mark often got lonely while editing. it was such an extensive process because he truly wanted the best for his viewers, so it tended to take longer than most would would do. you joined him on some occasions, often sitting at the couch in the back of the room and offering simple conversation; even just your presence was enough for him, knowing he could turn and see you there with him.

those times had began to dwindle lately, to the point you joining him was a rare occasion. today, he was editing late into the night. you had retired to be not long ago, leaving the house eerily silent and almost empty feeling. he tak-ed away at his keyboard, trying to line a frame up to merge with another clip. his door, cracked open to cycle cool air, creaks open. assuming it's just one of the animals, he pays no mind. "Mark?" you yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes unsuccessfully. your partner turns to you, surprised at your sudden visit. you were bundled in the soft blanket you loved so much, looking like the hunchback with the way you wore it. "yes, my love?" Mark rasped, extending a hand in invitation as he swiveled his chair towards you. you pad towards him, taking his hand with two of your own and holding it tight, rubbing quarter circles into his palm. you yawn again, "when will you be done?" Mark turned to look at the time on his dashboard, eyes blowing wide once he truly sees how late it is. he turns back to you and immediately apologizes, "I think it'll still take an hour more. do you want to sit with me?"

with a nod, he pulls you into his lap, back to his chest. you sit and watch him work, his arms caging you between him and his desk. small talk comes easy, offering a comfortable silence in between random blips of vocalized thoughts. talk about recent news, politics, what you two should do next week. his heart thrums at your sleepy voice, light and airy but still so cheery. quieter than usual, tone high; a large contrast against Mark's bass-y speech. your head tips back to rest against his shoulder, tilting to press a soft, appreciative kiss to his jaw. he hums, turning to press a kiss to your forehead in return. he was absolutely smitten with you, head over heels. his little hunchback in her soft blanket two times bigger than what she really needed. when you yawned for the nth time, Mark pressed a kiss to your temple, "get up real quick?" he swivels his chair so you can stand per his request, and your blanket-hood drops as he spins you to straddle his lap. your arms drop to wrap around him, stealing his warmth right of his body. he rests his head on your shoulder, tired mind trying to focus back on his work. he should be done soon, maybe in the next twenty minutes. you nuzzle into his neck, enjoying the leftover scent of his cologne mixed with his shampoo. just as quick as Mark's hand had returned to his mouse, he pulled it to your back, stroking down in comforting touches. your body relaxed, and rather quickly he could hear your soft snores in his ear, simply puffs against his skin. he returns to his work, knowing you were soundly content and asleep. with him, in his arms, motivating him to wrap up this stubborn editing process. when he was finally finished and the video was queued for the next day, he slowly rose. as he stood, his hands found support under your upper thighs to carry you to bed. you hold on tighter, mumbling something he couldn't catch. Mark bumped the lightswitch with his elbow, leaning back as he continued down the hall with you. blearily, you pressed your forehead to his shoulder, vaguely aware you were in motion.

Mark nudged the bedroom door open, gently settling you into your side of the bed. he took the blanket you clutched on to, flaring it over you to tuck you back in. when he retired to his side, you subconsciously reached a hand out in search. he met you in the middle, pulling you flush against him. you mumbled something along the lines of, 'g'night, i love you' into his chest. "I love you too," he held you tight, "goodnight honey."

[cityofdreams-writing]

Master Knows Best

Rating: E

Pairing: Cat Hybrid!Hyunjin x Cat Hybrid!Felix x Cat Hybrid!Minho x Dom!Human!Male!Reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Shameless smut, swearing, cat hybrids/maids, foursome, maid kink, cats in heat, mentioned shower sex, bondage, safe word use but happy ending, I think that’s it.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: Hyunjin, Minho, Felix are catboy maids in heat. (Y/N) can help with that.

Notes: For noona, thank you for being my first online friend. For sticking all the way to the end. @guksauce, happy birthday.

Soundtrack: None

Hyunjin, Felix, and Minho are all in heat. All together. This usually doesn't happen because their cycles are janked up to all hell, but once in a blue moon their cycles come together. Kind of like an eclipse. It happens only a few times in a few years. Obviously it’s not that rare, but still. You help them out when they need it, sort of like a maids-with-benefits relationship but they're catboys.

They aren't exactly extremely horny when in heat, but for one in particular—Hyunjin—you can say differently.

You're in your room, working (as per usual) when Hyunjin wanders in, fully wrapped up in a blanket, black hair matted with sweat. 

You hear his footsteps on the wooden floor and the slight jingle of his collar and turn to look at him, spinning your desk chair to face him.

His plush lips look bitten and swollen, a very pretty red and slick with saliva. His eyes blink lazily, almost fluttering closed to reveal long dark lashes against milky pale skin. His black ears twitch and pop out of the blanket, along with his tail, which swishes lazily.

When he talks, his voice comes out broken. "M-master, 'm h-hungry!"

You roll your chair over and reach up to fondle his ears, cooing gently to soothe him, asking if he wants food (he says no, it's a different kind of hunger), watching as he mewls softly in pleasure and then you hear the buzzing. The telltale sound of a vibrator in him. That would explain the broken sentences.

Now, you're fine with vibrator play, especially during heat, but they have to ask your permission.

And no one had asked you.

"Jinnie…who did this~?" Your voice is as soft as silk, but as dangerous as a double-edged razor, sending shivers down his spine. 

"M-Minho-hyung, master…" Hyunjin whimpers against your skin, kissing your neck softly. You can tell he's telling the truth. His body language says it all. He's being vulnerable with you, something that is normally rare from him.

"Be a good boy and tell me everything, baby. You'll be rewarded." 

He knows you aren't lying. You give amazing rewards, but only to those who deserve it.

Minho, Felix and Hyunjin were all talking on the couch. Random stuff, really. They were watching a movie and huddled together under blankets with snacks, their maid skirts spread out around them. They'd finished all of their duties and were waiting for master to come home. 

Minho's hand was wandering a little too far up near Hyunjin's crotch to be friendly, and he noticed. Under the skirt, too.

He wasn't wearing underwear either. None of them wear underwear, generally, when in their house. 

And then it hit. Minho wrapped his hand around his cock and started jerking him off. While Hyunjin was distractedly trying to push him off under a haze of pleasure, he sneakily slipped a vibrator in, turning it on. 

Felix was oblivious to the whole thing, focused on the movie he was watching. He didn't even hear when Hyunjin started moaning loudly.

"So you're saying Felix and you were being good boys?" You ask, lovingly stroking his ears and watching as his eyes fall shut in pleasure, feeling a soft purr vibrate through him.

"Y-yes, master…we were so good for you~"

"That's a good boy. Come here, I'll reward you. Actually, how about I reward you both and punish Minho at the same time, hm? Sound like a good idea?"

Hyunjin nods, biting his lip.

"Felix, Minho! Come here please!" You call down the stairs and then walk back to the room, where Hyunjin's already stripped himself down and sitting on your bed.

"Aww…looks like Jinnie read my mind~!" You pet his tail, watching as soft pants fall from his red lips.

"You're such a good boy, you know that~? Always such a good boy for me." Hyunjin whines happily and buries his head in your shoulder. You give him gentle head scratches, feeling loud purrs vibrate through his whole body. 

He looks up at you with big sparkly brown eyes and parted lips, whispering three words.

"Kiss me, please."

You oblige. He has very nice lips after all. "Open your mouth, baby boy." You whisper against his lips, and he obediently opens with a shiver down his spine. You gently lick into his mouth, coating his lips with your saliva and making him moan. 

"M-master~! I-it feels so g-good~!"

You let him go just in time to see Felix and Minho arrive and dip into deep bows. 

"Master? You called?" Felix says, confusion present in his pretty face.

"Felix, come here please." He comes closer, gasping when you pull him into a heated kiss, licking into your mouth and whimpering softly. 

"W-what's all this about?" His ears perk up, twitching in sensitivity as you gently stroke them.

"You’re my good boys, both you and Jinnie." You murmur softly, kissing his nose.

"He told me everything. Our Minho deserves a punishment, don’t you think?" You smirk.

Felix nods, looking at Minho and making a helpless face at him.

Minho glares at him, then arches a brow and has the audacity to smirk at you.

You grab a rope and tie it around his wrists to the back of a chair and make him sit, fully naked, on it. Before you turn the vibrator off and pull it out of Hyunjin, you snap it all the way up to the maximum speed for a just a few seconds. Hyunjin screams (met with a confused look from Felix and a smirk from Minho), vision blinking white, knees buckling, and mind going numb with pleasure. You smirk and pull it out, earning a whimper from him. The amount of slick he's leaking is…copious, to say the least. It turns you on and you just want to devour him right then and there, but you have to deal with Minho right now, so you turn back to him.

"If you can cum untouched to the sight of your dongsaengs getting rewarded, then I will let you go. If you can't, you're getting the vibrator all night until the sun rises, got it?" You snap before turning to Felix and Hyunjin, cooing and stroking their heads, watching as they purr and push gently against your hands for more.

You look back at him, watching as he strains against the rope and your gaze softens. "Minnie, what's your color?"

"Green, so fucking green!" Minho answers enthusiastically, excited by this prospect. Your gaze hardens and your demeanor changes. 

"You better have cum. Got that?" You force his chin up and smack his cock, which twitches under the force.

"Y-yes master!"

"Worthless slut." You mumble, loud enough for him to hear, apparently, because he whines a little bit. 

"Do you want to do anything in particular to me?" You say, stroking Felix's cheek. 

"P-please master…can I eat you out?" Hyunjin's the one who pipes up first.

"Of course you can, Jinnie. Come here. Lix?"

"Want you to fill me up, master, please." Felix looks up at you with big eyes.

You smile softly. "Sure, kitten. I have a request to make of you both, okay?"

"Yes, master?"

"Can I mark you both?"

"Yes, please master, mark us, make us yours!" Both whine, cocks twitching.

You smile and straddle Hyunjin's lap, licking at his sweet spot, feeling him whimper softly in pleasure and throw his head back. He puts his hand over his mouth to stifle his sounds, but you grab his wrist and lower his hand. 

"Don't, kitty. I want to hear your pretty sounds." You whisper against his skin, eliciting a shiver from him. 

"Y-yes master~!" He full-on moans when you suck on the same spot. You move down and flick his nipples experimentally, watching him jolt under your touch and moan louder.

"Master, master, please, p-please be gentle, 'm sensitive!" Cries fall from his lips, ending in a loud moan as you press a kiss to his sensitive dick.

"I'll fuck you both tonight, how's that sound?" Felix's blonde tail swishes around happily at that, wrapping around Hyunjin's chest and playing with a nipple.

The new sensation has the black haired hybrid keening, cock twitching as he moans. 

"O-oh, Felix, baby, t-that feels so good~!"

You smirk and let Felix play with him and turn your attention to Minho, who's staring at them both kissing with a death glare. Their moans ring across the room, no doubt making him green with envy.

"What's wrong, Minnie? Jealous, are you~?" He grumbles and looks away.

"Only good kitties get what they want, got that?" You slap his thigh before returning to Felix and Hyunjin, who've already become messy with saliva dripping down their chins from a sloppy kiss.

"Aw, my boys are all messy…my sweethearts. Hyunjin, you first. You can eat me out. Felix, you can do whatever else you want to me."

Hyunjin obeys and starts licking your rim, positively drooling at how you taste. He can feel slick leaking out of him, the wetness sticking to his thighs. He moans against you, spit coating his lips and tongue as he gently fucks it in and out of you. You groan loudly as he brushes against your prostate.

"Ah, Jinnie, it feels so good, keep going baby, you're doing so good for me~"

The sounds you make have him seeing stars, dizzy with pleasure as his hole clenches around nothing. Likewise the wet sounds and the quiet, breathy moans are just another source of pleasure for you.

"So g-good, feels s-so good, master…" He murmurs and you groan, turned on by his husky voice, reaching behind you and finding his black locks, giving it a tug and hearing him moan sweetly.

Felix, meanwhile, had dropped to his knees and first ran his tail over your dick, you squirming a bit at the odd sensation before he took you directly into his mouth. You throw your head back at the double stimulation from both ends, Hyunjin eating you out and Felix sucking your cock. 

His tongue runs the length of your dick, tracing a throbbing vein and swirling around the sensitive head, earning multiple curses from you at how good he’s doing.

"F-fuck, I'm close, make me cum~!" You stutter out, bucking your hips into Felix's mouth and feeling him gag and moan around you.

The kisses that Hyunjin leaves around your rim are wet, purely filthy, and long, lingering even, kisses that make your head spin with pleasure. You bite your lip at the loud, breathy moans he makes before diving back in to eat you out again. The sounds are just so sinful that you clench harder around his tongue, hearing a yell of pleasure escape him.

The way he softly murmurs compliments against you as he continues to leave dirty kisses all over your clenching rim has you arching your back, his raw voice sending you over the edge. The contrast could not be more different.

"Master, can we cum, please?" Felix asks, muffled by your cock.

"Yes, you can cum whenever you want." You moan, climaxing in his mouth, pulling out your cock after he's swallowed it all. He's created his own puddle of cum on the floor, ivory spurts dribbling out of his cock.

You look over at Minho with a concerned gaze. Minutes had passed and there was absolutely no activity coming from his side of the room, which was quite unusual for a normally shit-talking Minho.

"Minho, do you want to stop? What's your color?"

"Y-yellow…I'm sorry, master…" Tears form in his eyes, knowing he spoiled the other hybrids' fun.

"Shh…no, don't be sorry, my lovely kitten. Here, let me untie you." You shush him and wipe away his tears, untying the rope around him. He rubs his wrists and hugs you tightly. You embrace him and kiss his forehead, stroking his sweaty hair. "Let's talk. What's wrong?"

"I…I don't feel good, being ignored like this. It makes me feel useless, like I'm some toy to be played with and then tossed aside." He frowns, brown eyes boring holes into the ground, his resolve cracking bit by bit. Hyunjin soothingly smooths a hand down the taut muscles of his back, watching his hyung for any sign of discomfort. Felix lays down on Minho's lap, gazing up at him. The older man’s hand automatically finds Felix's hair and strokes it for comfort, relaxing a little when he hears him purr.

"What do you want to do instead, Min?" You caress his cheek gently, feeling him lean into your touch.

"Y-you can still play with them, just…go rough on me afterwards. I wanna be involved too, y'know?" He shrugs helplessly, trying to communicate as best he can and trying not to get upset. Fortunately, you understand.

"Of course. Do you want the ropes still?" 

"N-no…they feel a little uncomfortable, but I'd rather use handcuffs." Minho smiles a little at that. You smile softly, putting the rope away and clicking a pair of black fluffy handcuffs around his wrists. He sighs in relief.

"Does this feel better, kitten?" You murmur softly, feeling a shiver run through him as you trace the dips and curves of his stomach, kissing his scar and making his breath hitch.

"Mm…so much better, master…"

Hyunjin twists his hand around his cock, thumbing over the slit once as his lips twist into a smirk. Minho moans softly. 

"Still rock-hard, aren't you, hyung~?" Felix murmurs quietly in a husky voice, seeing his cock twitch in Hyunjin's grip.

"Y-yes, p-please help h-hyung, will you, Felix?" His thighs clench and rub together, but you gently force them apart again, making him whine.

Felix smirks. "No, because you were a brat. I don't help brats." 

The look of (fake) betrayal on his face has you biting your lip to keep laughter at bay. Hyunjin's chewing on his lip, a barely hidden smile on his face. As for Felix, the smirk only grows wider.

"Aw, fuck you." Minho's tone is exasperated and directed at Felix as he rolls his eyes.

"Ah, I almost forgot about that, thank you for reminding me!" You reply smoothly, smiling sweetly at him. 

"Hyunjin, play with him. Ride him, but don't let him touch you." You command.

"Yes master!" Hyunjin smiles excitedly, the smile twisting into a smirk as he thinks about all the ways to torture him. Minho groans in response, knowing he's going to get blue-balled to no end because Hyunjin is a fucking tease.

"Felix, get on the bed, ass up, and your face down. You can rest it on the pillow, okay?" You direct him towards the bed. He bites his lip, tail swishing and ears twitching in excitement, and dutifully gets on it, laying his body down and resting his head on the pillow.

You groan softly, thinking about the feeling of sinking into his tight, wet heat. You stroke his tail, hearing him moan brokenly. "Mmh…master, please, don't tease me~!" 

His eyes flutter shut, dark lashes against sunkissed skin. Slick dribbles out of his fluttering hole, running down his leg. You lick it up, making him whimper softly. He tastes sweet, and you voice the thought.

"Mm, Yongbokie, you taste so sweet…" 

Shit, now he's really turned on. You use that only during sex, and that means that you are going hard tonight.

He moans at that, his hole clenching. "Master, fuck~! Please, fuck me, don't hold back, I want it rough tonight. Breed me, master!"

He knows you well, playing off your breeding kink. But to be fair, it might just be his heat talking. 

You enter smoothly with no problems, then shoot a glance at the pair of cat hybrids on the other side of the room. It's a sinful sight to behold.

Hyunjin fucks himself on Minho's cock at a fast pace, moaning loudly, almost drowning out Minho's somewhat loud grunts and groans. His eyes are closed, head thrown back and mouth open in a perfect O shape. He pulls all the way out and slams back down, clenching down on his dick and making Minho throw his head back. He's got him shaking, just begging to touch and being denied every time. Hyunjin growls degrading praises and teases—something along the lines of "Do you like that~? Like me fucking you like the whore you are~? Yeah~? Too bad you can't touch." Or "It's like your cock was made for me, such a good slut."—in his ear (you overheard) and Minho flushes a bit, turning a creamy pink and whimpering loudly. Sweet-smelling slick coats his cock, making a sticky mess of his thighs and the chair, dripping onto the floor. Good thing the chair doesn't have a cushion. Minho's slick leaks out of his hole too, the mess of both of their scents on the floor somehow creating a smell that's somehow deliciously sweet.

The room smells like chocolate—Hyunjin's scent—strawberry—Felix—roses—Minho, and just sex in general, which is you.

You kiss down Felix's neck, feeling him sigh in pleasure against you. Tracing the muscles of his back, you stroke his ears until he's moaning from even the slightest touch to his body. The thing about him is that soft strokes, anywhere, but especially his ears, make his entire body sensitive.

You gently trace his spine, hearing him whimper just a little bit before you gently knead his ass, feeling soft, smooth skin and hearing soft whines of "master" coming from him. The sounds he makes are beautiful, absolutely stunning. Nothing like the pornos. It's honestly adorable, how shy he gets when he makes those sounds. 

You slowly start to move, licking at his sweet spot. The blonde haired hybrid's eyes fall shut, freckles standing out against flushed cheeks and mouth open, soft moans spilling from lips red from kissing. His velvety walls clench gently around your cock, breath hitching as the head of your cock brushes against them as you pull out and slowly push back in. His slick coats your cock and some drips out, so you take it on your index and middle fingers and put it up to his mouth. He eagerly sucks on them, moaning at the taste of himself on your fingers. 

You start building speed, drilling into the spot that drives him crazy. The hot, wet kisses you trail down his neck are dizzying bliss, making him moan loudly. Groaning loudly, you growl in his ear. "Shit, you're so wet for me, aren't you, baby?" He whimpers at that. "Y-yes master, so wet, just for you…"

The way his skin slaps against yours and the resulting filthy sounds that ensue makes you growl and go faster, drilling into his prostate with every thrust. He screams, gripping your arms and holding you impossibly close, leaving red crescent-shaped marks on them. Your muscles flex as you slam back up into him and he whines incoherently. (Your muscles are always a turn-on for him.)

He screams out a warning that he's going to cum, and you wrap a hand around his cock, pumping the shaft and seeing him bite his lip as he cums with a euphoric sigh.

"Does that feel better, my kitten?" You coo in his ear, feeling him nuzzle his head against your neck.

"So much better, master…thank you so much…" 

"I got you, honey. Just relax for me, okay? I’m going to be right back, hm? Just rest." You stroke his hair and kiss his head, smiling softly as he lifts his heavy head to kiss your cheek.

He falls asleep, his heat broken, as you stroke his hair and coo sweet nothings to him.

Hyunjin and Minho's moans ring across the room, you walking over to see that they've cum at least once already, considering there's white on the floor and on their cocks.

"How many times did you cum, boys?"

Hyunjin stops bouncing, unintentionally edging Minho and earning a frustrated whine from him.

"I came once, hyung came twice."

"Good boy, Hyunjin. You think you can give me one more? Do you want me to touch you or can you do it?" Your tone is caring as you stroke his plump bottom lip with the pad of your thumb.

"P-please touch me, master…" He whimpers softly, nuzzling into your arm.

"Such a good boy. Of course I will, Jinnie." You turn to Minho with a wickedly biting smile. "And you, you aren't going to cum again. Not in Hyunjin. The next time you'll be coming is in the shower untouched. Got that?"

His breath shudders in a moan as he nods.

Hyunjin bounces up and down again, making Minho cry out in pleasure, tears rolling down his cheeks. You tease the head of his cock, making loud cries of yours and his name fall from his plump lips.

"Hyun-" Minho's eyes roll back, signaling that he'd cum soon. You grab the base of his cock, stopping his impending orgasm and ripping a disappointed groan from him.

Hyunjin finishes with a loud, high-pitched whimper, his heat decreasing and slowly breaking. You coo softly as he pulls off and collapses into your arms. "That's my good boy. You've done so well for me, I'm so proud of you."

He smiles, whispering softly. "T-thank you, master…"

"Of course, sweetheart." You lay him down on the bed and clean both Hyunjin and Felix with a washcloth. The blonde cat hybrid's tail wraps around the black cat hybrid's body, pulling him close and cuddling with him. He turns in his embrace and falls asleep.

"Your turn, kitty."

It's going to be a long night for Minho.

[tounacasserole]

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um👉🏻👈🏻Can you write part 2 for argument with husband?His apologise to you?

APOLOGIZING TO YOU AFTER MAKING YOU CRY [ pt one | two ]

ft. bonten!kakucho hitto, shinichiro sano, & bonten!ran haitani x gn!reader [separate]

warnings: not proofread as per usual, hurt/comfort, finally fluff, it’s not a tounacasserole piece without some cursing, lowercase, a lot of metaphors, a lot of hyphens, you comfort shin more than he does you lmao, kind of ooc

requested by: anon!

word count: 2.6k (yes. i got carried away)

notes: ask and you shall receive dear anon! sorry this took so long i got an angst idea when writing out shin’s part but i’ll spare y’all from that. for now >:) enjoy!

KAKUCHO

—watching the rise and fall of the stars in the endless sky was more boring without company.

—on warmer nights, you and kakucho would hop on over to your balcony to gaze at the sky’s rise and fall; the slow transition, dipping to nightfall and sunrise if he woke you up early enough before you both would get ready for the day.

—his presence was always comforting under the blanket of stars as he had you lean back on him with his arms hugged around you in silence, occasionally whispering sweet nothings in the breeze or leaving kisses on the top of your head.

—you never did it alone. until now, that is. the absence of your spouse’s presence near you, touching you—made it all the more colder when the midnight cold tickles your skin. it’s as if the winds know that today is a bad day.

—with a drawn out sigh, you push back from leaning against the railing, turn on your heel, and walk back into the warmth of the penthouse.

—he hasn't noticed you when you enter the living room silently. you’d giggle at the sight of him swaddled in a blanket like a burrito on the couch but the blue light tinting his sad features licks the urge away like flame on parchment.

—you don't know how it’s possible for him to look even more tired.

—“i thought i’d find you here,” you say quietly as you approach.

—he quickly clicks off his phone at your voice; a subtle statement that he’s listening to whatever you have to say with his undivided attention as he looks up at you.

—you sit down next to him, dipping your weight into the plush cushions in a tense silence unlike the comforting one you're both used to.

—you fiddle with your hands, building up any semblance of courage to say something.

—after a short while, you break the silence.

—“i’m sorry.”

—or rather, the both of you do. you stare at each other; the first time today you’ve both actually peered into the seas of your eyes without shame, without regret, without hostility—but with a childlike glow of puppy love when you said those two words in unison.

—laughter bubbles in your throat and kakucho follows suit, filling the dark room and cutting the tension in half.

—“you’re stressed, love; i should’ve been more considerate,” you reason first, laughter dying down.

—“i know… but that’s no excuse for me to be harsh to you.” he places a tender kiss on your forehead, silently looping an arm around you and pulling you into the blanket with him. it was soft, but not as soft as him as you sink into his blissful, warm touch.

—you missed him. even if it was only for a few hours, you yearned for his touch without him by your side. a fulfilling and now comfortable silence with the occasional passive cycle of breathing the only sound in the room.

—a content sigh leaves your lips as exhaustion makes its way through your body, making your eyelids droop and melt further into the comfort of your husband.

—“i love you, kaku. you know that, right?” you ask, voice muffled and worn out from the long hours without your other half near you.

—wordlessly, kakucho pulls you closer, enveloping you fully into his arms and yours wrapping around his torso as he pets your hair.

—you rest your chin on his chest and let out a few breaths of laughter at his flustered face, looking everywhere except your eyes in the dim room. leaning up, you gently kiss his scar, tracing the pattern with your thumb and he shivers at the contact. you grin up at him when his teary eyes meet yours, full of adoration.

—“i do,” he whispers. “i love you, too. so much.”

—you are the sun—shining bright like no other in his presence, and he is your moon—the aura of his quiet but loving person entranced with your radiance always making him glow brighter.

—and even if he wasn't by your side in a certain moment, you can always feel him lingering, peeking through the stars to meet you—his own star—and intertwine your fingers together in your galaxy.

—who needs to stargaze when you're both each other's stars already?

SHINICHIRO

—it’s quiet.

—and not the good kind, either.

—usually when you click open the front door after returning from a long day of work, you would have already been greeted with a forehead kiss from your husband who refused to hug you until he took a shower because he smelled like motor oil.

—usually when you walk towards the stairs you’d hear the casual conversations between shin’s two favourite coworkers—draken and seishu—as they close up shop, ready to retire for the day.

—usually, you’d wave and exchange a few words before heading upstairs.

—but the lights are out, there’s no banter, and there's not a wiff of familiar motor oil you’d smell because shinichiro isn't there to kiss you hello.

—instead, it’s more of the overbearing cigarette smell as you approach the hall leading to the ajar back door and your heart clenches.

—shinichiro always smokes more whenever he gets stressed. he’s tried to break that habit when you both married each other, but of course, old habits will always die hard. you’re proud of him for trying, though. you always have been. so to know that he’s resorted to his old habits, to know that you’re the reason he’s gone back…

—before you know it, you make hasty, quiet steps out the back door to bend down and wrap your arms around his figure sitting turned away from you.

—“i’m sorry,” you mumble, barely audible against the familiar scented fabric pressed against your face. the lingering smell of motor oil is still there, too.

—his form ceases trembling.

—“...[name]?”

—your only response is to squeeze him tighter. with that, he bursts into a sob and you feel his shoulders tremble in your grasp.

—“shin? baby, don't cry—”

—“i’m sorry too,” he blubbers as you slink around to sit behind him and hold his face in your hands. he continues to exclaim what you think are slurred-together apologies and professions of love which mixes into incoherent blabbering.

—oh, shin.

—“ifuckedupiknowi'msosorrybabeidon'twantyoutoleaveiloveyousosomuchand—”

—“shinichiro.”

—he chokes on his words and you take this opportunity to grasp his hands in your own.

—“who said i was going to leave?” you ask, rubbing gentle circles on his knuckles.

—shin bites his lip, looking down. “i dunno, i just thought… i’m…”

—you nod, encouraging him to continue when he trails off. he takes in a shaky breath.

—“i’m not the best husband,” he whispers. “so i thought you might be getting tired of me, being with me for so damn long. i can't believe we’ve stayed together for this long and… and married each other.”

—he doesn't meet your eyes still as the crickets continue their rhythmic chirping as you chew on your words to think of what to say.

—“stars dim all the time, but that doesn't make them any less beautiful.” you grin sweetly, squeezing his hands gently. “you’re my star, shinichiro sano. i wouldn't leave you for the world because you’re my universe. we’ll work it out. we always have. wouldn't have made it this far if we didn't.”

—the stars seem to glimmer in his eyes and yours too when he peers up. you both are cheesy, awkward, lovey-dovey messes under starglow, and you wouldn't have it any other way, hand in hand.

—you always looked so pretty under the starlight and fireflies in his eyes, even before he started to court you. you were always like a bright star—a dream in his eyes, and now his dream had come true; with you sitting next to him, sharing a quaint house, sharing two rings, sharing a tight bond that no one could untie. god, he loves you.

—and…

—oh. you’re blushing.

—wait, did he really say all of that out loud? ah. now he’s blushing too.

—it takes him back—both of you awkward, pubescent teenagers giggling and exchanging lovesick glances at each other, neither of you bold enough to make an initiative move.

—if shinichiro from the future had told his past self that he would marry you, he wouldn't have believed himself.

—he can't believe it either, really. even now. it’s been one crazy joyride, and he’s glad to have you by his side to swerve through it, potholes and all.

—a wave of exhaustion sweeps over him—one of many he had experienced throughout the tiring day—but this time it’s mixed with the warmth of your soul that makes him feel comforted and at ease. at home.

—home is a feeling, not just a place.

—shinichiro buries his face in the crook of your neck as you brush your fingers through his scalp, careful not to snag at his tousled and unbrushed hair.

—but home is also a place where you two feel loved in each other’s presence, no matter how ramshackle it is with nails sticking out of the exterior or uneven wall decor.

—the most exhilarating thing about life is the way one can mold it, like sand. no matter how much it crumbles to dust, you can build it back up to make it new, make it better, because life is always a learning experience for everyone.

—no matter how much it can wash away from the tide, reassembling the foundation is only a matter of pulling your weight into snapping the scattered pieces back together.

RAN

—you don't know where you’re running to, but you know your legs can't endure much more in your fleet. they burn with the feeling that only comes from overuse, along with the stinging tears that threaten to fall once again.

—but you know why you’re running away from the lingering conflict in your head.

—because running away is always the easiest option.

—somehow, subconsciously, your legs have carried you to a familiar sight that makes your heart ache. a stone bridge, hanging over a river that flowed through the city overlooking skylines in the distance. it isn't the most beautiful view, but sometimes the experience is better than the appearance.

—where did it all go wrong?

—ran’s huffing and puffing, legs aching to the point his knees are about to give out at any moment until he spots you. he knows you. he’s spent so much time in his life with you, so only he knows where you’d go after an encounter such as the catastrophic one you both just had.

—the bridge.

—he’d met you there as he was looking on past the moon leaning his elbows against the railing, deep in melancholic thought even when the rain soaked through his suit. he’d met you, who held out an umbrella and expressed concern for him with no ounce of fear, but rather concern. for him. he’d met you, who left your umbrella with him saying that you had a spare in your car telling him, a stranger, to keep it.

—he’d met you on your impromptu first date—same place, different time—all the familiar as he leaned forward on the stone railing while you cautiously took those same small steps as you approached to retrieve your umbrella he insisted on giving back after he (somehow) got ahold of your number.

—he’d met you, after years of dating when he suddenly told you to meet him at “the spot”, he took to calling it; your footsteps turning timid as you walked towards his handsome self who smiled brighter than sunshine when he heard the familiar clack of your shoes on the pavement.

—you, who looked at him dumbfounded when he pulled out the gleaning ring as ran haitani, the love of your life, asked you those four words with that rare and vulnerable lovestruck shyness. you, who realized the one thing ran haitani had always done for you.

—he’s always the one waiting for you.

—but who waits for him? you. you do. caring, patient you. you who stayed up past midnight before promptly passing out on the couch when ran had told you he was going to be out for longer that night. you, who always patched him up any time he had gotten an injury from his line of work with such carefulness. never hostility. you spared not an ounce.

—you, who hasn't left his side once despite him being a despicable man.

—and this time, it’s you who hears the hasty footsteps approaching.

—“[name].”

—you finally look him dead in the eyes which halt him in place, barely a metre away from where you stand.

—“do you love me, ran haitani?” you question immediately, adding more edge to your voice than you would have liked.

—you can hear him hesitate, digesting every thought and hearing the gears crank in his mind to conjure up a sincere passage to say to you. your hands grip tighter on the railings, growing impatient as the only sound you’re met with is the water flowing through the canal underneath.

—“i do!” he nearly shouts, making you jump a little at his abrupt tone. “i swear, a thousand times i do. a thousand and one and even more. and i can't deny that i… i fucked up. and i hurt you.”

—“yeah. yeah, you did,” you agree meekly.

—“that's one of my promises i made to you, my love: i swore i wouldn't hurt you.” he presses a hand over his heart. “but i want to make it up to you, to see your gorgeous smile i love, to give you the whole world and then some. and i’m… i’m going to do just that. to better myself. to better us.”

—you’re on the brink of crying again, but ran brushes them away as fast as they flow with swift sweeps of his thumb, hands caressing your face.

—you lean into him, face buried in his chest as he loops his arms around you. your voice is muffled by the familiar fabric of his shirt, but ran knows exactly what you're mumbling.

—“...promise?”

—he bites on his words for a bit in tense silence and your arms around him squeeze, holding a breath.

—“i can’t promise,” he starts, “but i will make it up to you, ‘n dedicate more of my time to you one way or another.”

—he pulls you away to prop his hands firmly on your shoulders and looks you square in the eye, any glint of lazy humour that could possibly be left over replaced with seriousness.

—“i won't make any promises until you forgive me. because i know they'll be empty until then, ‘n i don't want that. i don't want to hurt you even more than i already have, angel.”

—you sniffle then nod as warmth fills your chest in a newfound comfort at his touching words. “okay. i’ll wait for you, ran haitani.”

—a gentle smile from him molded of pure and utter adoration for you is enough for one to crawl up from the corners of your mouth. he taps your nose affectionately and watches you break into a grin.

—your husband gazes at you lovingly, basking in a serene, orange glow from the sunset dimming into the horizon with a smile that could outshine the fading rays. his heart pounds twice as fast against his ribcage as if it wasn't beating quick enough already accompanied by the fluttering in his stomach. he swears he’s falling in love with you all over again.

—god, he thinks, caressing the apples of your cheeks.

—you really are an angel.

—last part of ran’s dialogue and the promise stuff was inspired by @/fuyussi’s wakasa new years post :D

—i tried so fucking hard not to turn any of these angsty at the endings please be proud

—also should i make a taglist? would anyone be interested :o

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Do you have any insight on how to make the identify spell less boring?

Drafting the Adventure: Making items more Interesting

I love magic items, I love the feeling of adding to my character’s toolbox, and the childlike thrill of discovery when cracking open a treasure chest to pull out some new toy or gismo.  I think coming across a powerful “signature” magical item can be one of the most meaningful parts of a hero’s arc, a physical representation of their progress through the narrative and their actualization as an individual. 

Now, if you’re asking if d&d captures that magic... eh? A good DM can work wonders with 5e’s iffy system, turning a random lootdrop into a loveletter to their players, but that doesn’t chance the fact that the base system of how magic items are handled doesn’t do much heavy lifting when it comes to focusing in on that feeling of wonder and discovery the game in part sells itself on. 

Put succinctly, the reason the “identify” spell seems to fall flat is because it’s a vestigial remnant of a gameplay cycle that’s slowly gone the way of encumbrance and alignment: systems that existed to in some way constrain the players that most groups disregarded more and more over successive editions until they barely existed at all.   Back in the day, when you found a magic item in a dungeon, you had no idea if the item was magic or what it did, and had to get someone to cast identify on it. Identify used to take 8 hours to cast, cost 100gp per casting, and only identify a single item at a time, but unless you payed that fee, your shiny new magic wand or enchanted shield was just going to take up space in your inventory. Paying this price was also worthwhile because there were a fuck ton of cursed items that would do things like peel your skin off, throw you into a berserk rage, or just kill you instantly if you interacted with them. 

This style of play wasn’t exactly what you would call fun, so more merciful dms just started handwaving the step of identifying items and just telling their players what the items did. Identifying items got included in 5e along with the “all items are instantly identified on a short rest” rules from 4e, which is how we get to the current state where identify seems both superfluous and lack luster: The spell itself is an extra step between the party and their new toys, and there’s little that can be gained from the identify itself that can’t be learned over a short rest. 

Below the cut I’m going to go into detail on how we can fix identify by simplifying how magic items are handled in our games, as well as how to use it to generate amazing quest hooks that’ll have your party getting invested in the lore of your world. 

To make Identify more interesting, we need to play into the fantasy of what the spell is supposed to do in the first place: reveal hidden secrets about items, making those characters that can cast it valuable sources of knowledge for the party. At the same time, we don’t want to bog our games down with having to play out a weighty exposition scene for every new trinket we encounter, so we need to be selective. 

The solution is to have 90% of the items the party encounters instantly identify themselves to the party. Most magic items WANT to be used, and give those that interact with them an intrinsic understanding of what they’re all about, some over a short/long rest, while others all but shout their names and use instructions as soon as they’re picked up.  

Other items however resist identification, usually the ones that seem the most overtly magical/powerful, instead giving off odd feelings or glimpses of potential while denying their true nature. In comes the identify spell, which now functions like this:

When identifying an item, the caster gets glimpses of significant moments during the item’s history, including the feelings or ideas that inspired it, its creation, a significant moment when it was used, or how it ended up in a dungeon. (This can just be flavor, or it can be hints about where to go to unlock the item’s true power). 

When identifying an already revealed item, the caster may make an arcana check (dc10 for common items, 15 for uncommon etc) to uncover hidden features, including unlockable abilities and/or curses. subsequent checks may be made with successive castings, but the dc goes up by 5 each time. Some items will reveal themselves, but have only hidden abilities, necessitating a use of identify. 

Some items will not reveal themselves or allow attunement until certain prerequisites have been met. The identify spell can tell you these prerequisites and gives a hint to fulfil them. 

Identifying a sentient item gives you a sense of the item’s personality, though it is under no obligations to actually make contact with you. 

Though this, we retain the “solving the mystery” aspect of finding magic items, without denying our party the majority of their rewards. Likewise, by putting questhooks into our loot drops, we end up turning the culmination of one adventure into the beginnings of another, conserving the momentum of our narrative and keeping the adventurers always on the mood. 

An attunement based addendum based on the D&D Movie: Perhaps the best “ oh I’m totally going to steal this” moment came from Simon’s attempt to attune to the helm of disjunction. Turning what was otherwise a rote game mechanic into an opportunity for character growth was genius on behalf of the writers, though one I’d only really employ with items that were as necessary for my plots as the helm was for the heist. Just like Simon’s major flaw was self doubt, I could easily see delicious storytelling potential in throwing up other emotional hurdles depending on the situation: A hero’s sword refusing to attune to the haunted survivor until they’ve come to terms with what they’ve done, an otherwise altruistic character being forced to admit their sin and self interest by an evil-aligned artifact. it would be best to reserve these sorts of hurdles for story/character defining items.

 Art

[nautilusopus]

nobody else is writing meta analysis for vivarium so i guess i have to do it

Vivarium is a 2019 horror film that the internet doesn’t seem to know what to think of. Most YouTube videos as per usual don’t wanna engage with it on anything more than an extremely literal surface level (hence the abundance of “VIVARIUM EXPLAINED” videos that just recap the plot to you as though you can’t see with your eyeballs that yes, he put on the nametag, that sure is what happened onscreen, yes I fucking get it the boy is like a cuckoo-esque brood parasite I GET IT) that ultimately devolve into speculative fanfiction about how effectively the aliens can take over the world. There are a few people here and there a little more willing to at least engage with what the movie has to say, and from there you get takes about how it’s about how the golden capitalist ideal of the suburban nuclear family is a banal hellscape, which I’d say is generally pretty accurate. Tom spends his entire time at Number 9 labouring, digging a hole while Gemma looks after the boy because he doesn’t know what else to possibly do with himself, an action that wears him down and ultimately costs him his life, and for all his trouble all he’s found is the body of the last guy who tried to labour his way out of this situation. All he’s done is created is a grave for his “offspring” to dump him into. 

Like, as far as Capitalism Bad stories go this one’s pretty on-the-nose, and a lot of the people griping that the story was confusing are mostly the ones that seems to have missed this. (For an even longer tangent about how a lot of scifi stories aren’t going to make sense to you if you resist the very obvious thematic readings they’re giving you because you think things can’t be that deep I recommend Dan Olson’s excellent video on Annihilation.)

Occasionally, though, you get people also mentioning how it’s a little about animal rights, and even more especially about nature versus nurture. For the most part, Tom and Gemma are not kind to the boy. They (understandably) have nothing but contempt towards him. They openly discuss how creepy he is when he’s within earshot. At one point they try to lock him in the car to starve just to see if whoever comes to get his body can be forced to let them go, and they only back out on the plan when the fact that he looks and acts like a child in that moment gets to Gemma and she lets him out. Eventually, the boy grows into an emotionally distant young adult that locks Tom out of the house to die and doesn’t seem to give two shits about their suffering now that he’s bigger and stronger than his “parents”. Surely, we think, if Gemma and Tom had been kinder to him, he would have grown into a kinder adult, even if he was an alien? Are they not perpetuating this literal cycle of violence? 

And with regard to the nature versus nurture reads, I actually directly disagree and find it at odds with the Capitalism Bad message, because my read is this:

No amount of kindness or understanding would have turned the boy into a good person, and acting like it would have is in fact part of the trap. Gemma and Tom would have wound up used up and dead either way, because thematically speaking, what the boy is there to do is to collect data.

More under the cut, I have a lot of opinions about this.

The boy’s creepy alien gimmick is mimicry. It’s what the realtor (p clearly a member of the same species) does when trying to entice Tom and Gemma into Number 9. The realtor is better at saying context-appropriate things than the boy is, but still slips up every now and then, and even so his mannerisms aren’t quite right. At best, he sounds like he’s regurgitating a script (a bit more admissible given he’s trying to sell something). At worst, he parrots Gemma’s “no, not yet” back to her in exactly her voice. Everything he’s saying, it’s clear he’s going through motions without any real understanding of what those motions are, beyond, “This is the thing you say to sell a house.”

The boy is demonstrably worse at it. He’ll parrot entire conversations back to the people who had them regardless if it makes sense to do so. He rarely speaks in his own voice, instead chopping up various words he’s heard from both parents. He doesn’t seem to have much sense for what is and isn’t appropriate to mimic (to the point of Gemma quite transparently tricking him into revealing he’s an alien outright), much less what makes sense for him to mimic. 

He develops this skill gradually over the course of the movie, gets a bit better at putting together sentences people can actually reply to. But even then, he doesn’t seem to engage with the context overall of the conversation. After aforementioned alien reveal, with Tom growing sicker by the day, Gemma begins to cry and back away in horror, and we get this exchange:

The boy: Are you [overwhelmed] again, Mother? Gemma: I am not your mother! The boy: Are you [overwhelmed]? Gemma: I want to go home. The boy: Silly mother. You are home!

There’s no real engagement with the actual conversation at hand. This is the kind of script a reply bot runs. It emulates emotion the same way it emulates everything else. 

His nature is reflected by the surroundings: The identical miles of houses with framed pictures of those houses on their own walls, with no real understanding of what people do and don’t want in the aesthetics of a house. The food that looks correct, but has no flavour or nutritional value, eventually leading to not just Tom’s death, but eventually Gemma’s. The entire world, from the Number 9 house to the suburbs of Yonder in general with its fake clouds, to the boy and its interactions, are fake, hollow, and the kind of thing an alien with no real care for the real human experience beyond perpetuating the system’s own growth would create.

And at this point hopefully some of you have noticed, we’ve seen this exact behaviour pattern before.

i’m quoting the reply on that second one here by @dukeofankh​ because it’s extremely relevant to this entire thing:

I’m honestly reblogging this again because the more I stare at it, the more I feel like this is staggeringly relevant art.

Like, so much of modern capitalist marketing is the construction of these superficially personal narratives. Giving the sense, not only that the brand fits in with your identity, but that it is almost a sentient individual itself that has a personal relationship with you. Corporations have personalities. They want to be your friend, and the reason that the entire internet economy runs on the currency of data right now is that the only way to prop up the illusion that they care about you is by already having the information about you that real people would gain by paying attention

But the only way they can collect and sort all that data is with computers, without any actual humans involved past setting up the parameters and pressing “go.” And computers are fucking idiots.

Which leaves us here: this false, saccharine message of togetherness and community–community between you and your friends but more importantly between all of you and Facebook–stripped fucking bare by the fact that the cookie-cutter algorithm can’t tell the difference between friends supporting and caring about each other and Thanos with a dumptruck ass.

The boy is here to collect data, and he collects it and regurgitates it as though it all has equal relevance to the situation at hand. 

He reacts with the same polite indifference to open contempt, genuine warmth and an attempt to bond with him, terror directed at him, and pleas for mercy from him. Later on when we get a glimpse of the “inner workings” of the house, we see the boy watching another set of parents rawdogging the shit out of each other, and applauding appreciatively with the same blank amusement as he applauds to everything else. He sees Gemma and Tom dancing to the music from their radio outside, trying to have one bright moment with one another despite the grim circumstances they’re in, and he immediately inserts himself into the moment with zero awareness that he isn’t wanted here (granted that’s also extremely a little kid thing to do lol). 

Which leads to the fact that that isn’t to say he doesn’t have his moments of personality. He smiles at positive attention (as well as negative attention), he enjoys interaction. He throws a tantrum when he’s told he can’t watch fucked up alien meat television at 3 am and turns it right back on. About the only time we get a genuine reaction from him is when he gets locked in the car to starve.

But then, so do things like Alexa, or Siri, or Cortana. You can have little conversations with it. It can tell jokes. You can ask it the meaning of life and it’ll tell you 42. You can insult it and it’ll do an EPIC SNAPBACK OMG SO SASSY. The people who designed it want you to view it as a friend, even as it sits there and spies on you and integrates itself more and more into your life. 

Gemma lets him out of the car because (also understandably) she can’t bring herself to kill something that looks like a child. Later on, when she speaks with a dying Tom, she wonders why she didn’t kill him when he was still small. Tom tells her, “Because you’re a good person.” Their problems could have maybe (I mean probably not we’ll never know, at the very least Tom wouldn’t have died of exposure maybe) been solved if they just locked the thing in the car and ignored it, but in the end they still wound up viewing it as a person. 

Tom and Gemma openly comment that the boy is always, always watching them, knowing full well they’re within earshot of him. He doesn’t retaliate for this, they’re never punished for saying it. Why would he? It’s what he’s there to do. He knows they know he’s watching. Water is wet. The boy watches.

Of course, when he is older, and better at putting together conversations that sound like an actual person, Gemma is openly terrified of him. His mannerisms don’t change, but conversationally he seems to at least understand whats being said to him, and is willing to ask more in-depth questions, graduation from, “What’s a dog?” to “Why did you say ‘you’re welcome’?”

By the end of the movie, the boy matures into a man. He’s gotten a bit better at knowing which words to parrot at what time, something we can watch him improve upon as the movie goes, and still insists, to Gemma’s last breath, that she’s his mother and that she is home. Gemma dies telling him, “I’m not your fucking mother.”

This is maybe the only other genuine reaction we get from the boy: a disappointed, “Whatever,” before he zips up the bodybag and chucks her into the hole as well. He cleans up the house for the next occupants and leaves. He takes the now-dying realtor’s nametag and puts it on himself, folds up the old realtor and stuffs it in a drawer, and takes his place in the office ready to lure the next couple to the suburbs of Yonder, with words that almost, but not quite, convince you he’s a person, and by that point it’s too late. 

The boy was only ever there to make sure someone would be in Number 9 to make sure someone would be there to raise the next boy to make sure someone would be led to Number 9 to raise the next boy. 

And who among us haven’t left this exact message, or even said this exact thing out loud, to the bot hanging over our shoulder watching us constantly, politely asking if we want help or suggested content?

TLDR anyway yeah the movie is “capitalism bad nuclear family in suburbia is a banal hellscape” still but there’s LAYERS you see

[milfgyuu]

Yes, Baby [M] Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x Fem!Reader Tags: 3.8k, Roommate!AU, F2L, Smut, Fluff, Humor. Summary: Getting caught physically fantasizing about your roommate is the worst thing you could possibly imagine but Soonyoung thinks differently. 

Warnings: [Explicit Sexual Content 18+] masturbation (f), sex toy use (vibrator), unprotected sex (m/f), audible voyeurism?, teasing, mild dirty talk, breast play, little bit of body worship, lots and lots of kissing because hoshi is a simp above all else, language, perf unit got mad jokes. 

Thursday is probably your favorite day of the week. 

It’s your day off and also the one day a week your roommate is out for almost the entire day, opting to spend practically all waking hours in the dance studio approximately twenty minutes from the apartment. It gave you the freedom to do anything you damn well pleased without interruption and that….included yourself. 

Normally, you tried to be quiet, discreet, muffling yourself in the pillows as you drove yourself over the edge with the same person in mind that you were hiding from. It was a maddening cycle of pretending you were unaffected by the way Soonyoung always called you baby, or the way he walked around the apartment wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a smile, and then waiting until you said goodnight, parting ways before you ran to your bedroom to part your thighs and picture that smile between them. 

You were still in bed when Soonyoung left this morning. He’d walked right in, per usual, and dropped a kiss to your hair, letting you know he’d be back later...or something like that. You were still asleep, hardly managing a grunt when he chuckled at your lack of response. He could have told you the world was ending and you still wouldn’t have budged. 

It was a quarter past nine when you finally rolled out of bed, literally, barely getting your feet under you before trying to stand with your eyes still glued shut. They don’t open until you’ve been standing at the sink, brushing your teeth for what feels like ten minutes. You blink a few times, taking in your own appearance. 

Your eyes immediately fix on Soonyoung’s shirt, the one he took directly off his body and thrust into your hands last night. You’d both gone to dinner with a few friends and in the middle of him telling a ridiculously animated story, he’d accidentally knocked his drink over and totally ruined your shirt. He’d fussed over you endlessly, apologizing every two minutes until you’d gotten into his car. He tore his own shirt off and passed it over, ordering you to change out of your wet one.

It still smells like his cologne and that alone makes you groan in frustration. You finish washing away the last remnants of sleep and wander out into the kitchen. The tile is cold under your bare feet as you pad over to the fridge finding a bright orange sticky note that reads, ‘Drank the last of the milk, will pick some up on the way home- xx Hoshi’. You chuckle at the tiny, poorly drawn hearts and leave it there, pulling the door open to find something else to eat. 

A few hours later, you’re sunken into the couch, half watching the television, half your attention dedicated to scrolling through your socials until a familiar video on instagram pops up. Soonyoung’s account is mostly selfies and pictures of you taken entirely off guard but every once in a while, he’ll post a video of a new choreo he’s working on and this particular clip has haunted you ever since he posted it last week. 

Black t-shirt, black sweats, platinum hair wet and sticking to his forehead. It’s not that you’re unfamiliar with the sight of him in the studio. You’ve been there. You’ve seen him dance in person. There is just something about this video...the way he looks, the way he moves…

It takes all of fifteen seconds for you to grab your cell phone and run back to your bedroom. 

You crack the door closed but don’t quite shut it in your haste, not that it matters anyway when you’re home alone. You set the phone on your bedside table with the video still playing, sensual music filling your room softly as you open the bottom drawer and pull out your vibrator. The bright blue silicone reminds you mockingly that you’ll never have the real thing, but it’s happy to let you pretend. You flop back against your pillows before shimmying out of your panties and press a button that brings the toy to life. 

Teasing strokes through your folds cause an airy sigh to pass your lips and the video restarts just out of reach. You can still picture it in your head, the entire choreography ingrained in the forefront of your mind. The way he rolls his hips and grinds into the floor during the chorus, it makes your head spin and you dip the tip of your toy inside, testing the stretch before pushing it far enough in to stimulate your clit with the press of another button. 

Your hips jolt upwards with the shock of vibrations and you release a pathetic moan. Using your free hand, you push Soonyoung’s shirt up until both your breasts are exposed before you start massaging and teasing, imagining his hands on your body. His pretty lips pressing against your skin, perfect teeth tugging at your nipples before sucking them in his mouth to play with you. The spring in your gut coils tighter and tighter as you continue, vivid imagination distracting you from anything other than your building pleasure. 

That’s how you miss the sound of the front door opening and four people entering, some dropping onto the couch to press ‘continue watching’ for whatever you’d had on Netflix while the others raided the kitchen. Soonyoung laughed at the way his friends made themselves comfortable and let them know he’d be right back after giving you a head’s up that they were all there since you hadn’t responded to his texts. 

He’s almost to your door when he hears it. A low, desperate moan floats into the hallway and he freezes in his tracks. Soonyoung knows exactly what you’re doing and he has no idea how to proceed. Your door is open, not enough for him to see you but surely wide enough that if the tv was not playing in the living room...the other’s would definitely hear you but if he closed it, you’d know that he caught you. 

A second later, the sound of his name falling from your lips makes him blink rapidly. He thinks he must have imagined it but you say it again, “ahh, Soonyoung...please…”

He hasn’t a single rational thought before he’s closing and locking your bedroom door behind him. He crossed half-way to you before you notice him but right as you open your mouth to scream he lunges the distance and covers it with one hand. “Shhh! It’s ok! It’s just me!”

Your eyes are huge as you stare up at him in shock, the only sounds are that of the video still playing on an infinite loop and the sound of your vibrator shoved deep in your pussy. Neither of you say a word, heavily breathing and staring at one another like you have no idea what to do next. You’re thinking of packing your bags and moving somewhere far away from civilization. Secluded enough to ensure you never get caught like this ever again but Soonyoung…

His eyes fall to your breasts, still exposed, nipples stiff and underappreciated in the cool air of the room. It’s really a shame they’re not being lavished with more attention, he thinks. At home between warm, wet lips. He licks his own, suddenly aware that he has them and they would be perfect for the job. 

“You’re not supposed to be here,” You suddenly say and Soonyoung’s eyes drag slowly back up to your face. 

“AC was broken in the studio,” He mumbles in a daze, “You were saying my name.”

“I…” You fumble, attempting to bury yourself into the covers but you jostle the vibrator just right and your words turn to whimpers with your roommate staring down at you in fascination. 

You quickly jab at the buttons with your thumb, turning the toy off and moving to withdraw it but Soonyoung’s hand shoots out and grabs your wrist until your fingers loosens their grip. He gently moves your hand to the side and takes the handle of the vibe in his own, pushing a button to bring it back to life. You lock eyes with him as he pushes it all the way back into you, gently pulsing it in and out while he finds a setting he’s content with. 

“Is this what you do when I’m gone?” He asks, tone noticeably lower than before. “You play with your pussy and call out my name when I’m not around, is that it?”

“Hosh- ah!” Your words are cut short when his free hand comes up to cup your breast, massaging the flesh roughly. Words die on your lips as he hushes you, plump lips pouting teasingly. 

“That’s not fair, baby,” He whispers just before he shuts off the vibe completely and pulls it from your sopping core. “If you’re going to pretend I’m the one touching you, I should at least get an invitation, right?”

When you don’t answer, he pinches a nipple and you arch off the bed. “You’re not gonna talk now? You’ll only beg for me when I can’t hear it?”

“You’re literally not even supposed to be here right now! Every Thursday, you spend the entire day in the studio and I-,” Your mouth snaps shut as you realize how you basically just admitted to memorizing his schedule so you could get naked and fantasize about him in peace.

The smile on his lips is one you don’t think you’ve ever been witness to and you whine as he steps back from the bed but then he surprises you again and begins stripping off everything but his tight briefs and it’s then that he notices your phone. He picks it up and smirks at the video playing on repeat before gently setting it back down and turning the volume up a notch or two. 

You’re looking up at him in anticipation, a chill running down your spine as you look him over. Firm muscle under soft skin you want to sink your teeth in greets your eager gaze as he rounds the bed, standing near the foot of it. “I realize I should have asked before I took my clothes off,” He smiles awkwardly, “But baby, can I please do the sexy tango with you?”

“How are you going to literally fuck me with my own vibrator, dirty talk down to me, and then refer to fucking as the ‘sexy tango’?” You scoff at him, mirth dancing in your eyes. 

Soonyoung laughs loudly, leaning a little more weight onto the bed, “Is that a yes?”

“You’re insane, but yes,” You wave him forward with an eye roll, “You’re already half-naked and I’m embarrassed but ridiculously horny. So, yeah, sexy tango or whatever. Let’s dance.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” He mutters under his breath, tearing off his underwear before literally pouncing on top of your body in the bed, immediately wrapping one of your thighs around his waist. He rubs his warm hand up and down the expanse of your leg, squeezing every few seconds. “Your thighs are so sexy. They’re so soft,” He groans, rolling his hips against you, “Every time you let me lay my head in your lap on the couch I want to bury my fucking face between them.”

His words make your body hot all over but he doesn’t give you room to speak or even breathe as he dives in and kisses you messily, tongue and teeth clashing in pure carnal desire. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined being naked, in your bed, tangled up with your roommate but here he is with his tongue down your throat and hands on your body greedily kneading and stroking any ounce of skin he can reach. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” Soonyoung groans out against your throat in the same breath he slots his cock between your folds, pressing forward with little resistance. “Tell me what you like,” His voice falls away into another loud moan as he draws his hips back and thrusts them forward languidly, “I’ll do whatever you want, even the weird shit. I will give you literally anything.”

It’s impossible not to snort at the fact that no matter how hot Soonyoung is, he is still the same idiot you’re usually groaning about being friends with in the first place. That’s the real reason you have this big, fat, stupid crush on him anyway.

“I like...I l-like,” It’s also impossible to think straight when he’s dragging his cock back and forth at this slow, deep pace he seems to like so much. “Fuck, Hoshi...you could do whatever the fuck you wanted and I’d probably last all of three minutes so just- christ,” You voice breaks off in a sharp moan when he thrusts in a little harder, switching up the tempo, “Do whatever you want. I can take it.”

He swiftly pulls out and flips you over with lightning fast reflexes before hooking an arm under your hips and dragging you up on all fours. You don’t have a half a second to be sad about feeling empty because he’s pushing right back into you without stopping. “Respectfully, I’m blowing your back the fuck out for having the audacity to keep this pussy and all your little fantasies to yourself.”

His hand cracks down on your ass so hard that your scream from the shock of it and your arms tremble beneath the weight of your body. If he second guesses himself, the way you clench around his length reassures him that you’re just as turned on by the slap as he is and he does it again to the opposite side before he takes your hips in both hands and begins a brutal pace that leaves you clutching onto the bed sheets for dear life as loud moans and whimpers that border on sobbing leave your parted lips. 

“Should have made a fucking move forever ago, just like Seungcheol said,” Hoshi grunts out, pounding into your hips relentlessly while his right hand still rubs and kneads at your ass cheek, “He said you were into me and I told him he was out of his mind because you were too- fuck,” He crushes your hip in his left hand, positioning up into your heat with an loud groan, “...Too fucking perfect for my dumb ass in the first place but you love me anyways, don’t you baby?”

Your desperate chorus of affirmation comes out muffled against the mattress after all the strength in your arms up and left your body. The sharp angle had Soonyoung plowing into your g-spot none too gently and suddenly everything was too overwhelming. You were moaning obscenely and Soonyoung was no better as he frantically shouted over all the noise, “I’m gonna come, where can I come?”

“Inside, inside, inside!” You cry, the sound so wanton and depraved it sends both of you over the edge at the same time. 

Warmth floods your body and it zings with energy for what feels like an eternity until Soonyoung folds over you in exhaustion, surprising you when his lips ghost over your spine, leaving behind a trail of delicate kisses. “Let’s stay like this forever.”

The sound of his voice, a little raspy and overused, loosens a chuckle. “Can’t feel my legs, Hosh.”

“Right, right,” He snickers, sitting up off of you. He takes extra care to pull out gently before easing your hips back down to the bed and turning you over. He smiles down at your face, burning with a sudden wave of shyness. “You look so pretty right now.”

You tug a pillow over your face and laugh, “Stop it! There is no way I don’t look like a hot mess right now.”

“I’m serious,” He pries the pillow away, looking down at you with his signature smile, “You’re always gorgeous but right now, you’re a goddess. I’ll keep you in this bed all fucking day until you believe me”

You scrunch your nose, a smile twitching at your lips. “I’m not opposed to that idea but I need food first.”

Soonyoung’s eyes suddenly light up. “I totally forgot,” He dropped his head against your chest, laughing to himself before looking back up at you, “I brought food home with me. Obviously, I was distracted and forgot all about it. We can take a food break.”

“A food break,” You huff out under your breath in amusement. “Yeah, okay. Let’s eat.”

Soonyoung moves to sit up but he stops midway and leans down with a soft look on his face. His eyes meet yours briefly before they dip down to your lips and he brings his face closer, kissing you tenderly for the first time. It only lasts maybe three or four seconds but when he pulls away it feels as though something has shifted. His cheeks are flushed as he takes your hands to help pull you up. 

“Are you okay? I can help you clean up if you need me,” He asks sweetly, hands braced and prepared to catch you should you go sprawling out of bed. It’s cute and you laugh.

“I’m okay,” You tell him, standing on your own two feet, “You made good on the whole ‘Blow your back out’ thing but I think I can handle the bathroom on my own. Go heat up the food, I’ll meet you out there.”

Soonyoung nods and grabs his clothes, quickly throwing them back on. He grabs the door handle but turns around at the last second, grabbing your face in both hands to lean down and kiss you again. He pulls away and second later with the biggest smile. “Get used to that,” He turns the handle and cracks the door open, “I had a hard enough time trying to keep my hands off of you before all this.”

“I think I’ll live,” You wink at him, grabbing your clothes and a clean pair of panties to take with you to the bathroom. “Go, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Soonyoung grins, heading out the door and around the corner while you sneak off to the bathroom across the hallway. You relieve and freshen yourself up, giggling as you brush your hair. You had to stifle full on laughter at the absurdity of it all. It could pass as a very vivid dream had it not been for the hickies littered around the base of your throat or the phantom touch of eager hands. You quickly redressed and left the bathroom, stomach rumbling in anticipation of food but…

Why are there voices? Multiple? And.... laughter? In your living room?

You slowly wander down the hallway and around the corner, peeking out into the open space to find your worst nightmare. Your friends, who also happen to be a part of Soonyoung’s dance company, Jun, Chan, and Minghao are all spread out around the table in your living room, half eaten to-go boxes littering the surface.

You’re about to run right back to your bedroom when Minghao snickers, “Oh, she’s alive after all. Thought you were in a coma or something.”

You practically float out from behind the wall. “Oh...hey guys...”

Soonyoung is still digging into his food when you stop a few feet away but he pauses, looking at you curiously, “Come sit down, baby. Food’s still hot.”

The boys watch you with barely contained amusement as you skirt around them, falling into the seat next to your roomie turned...well, you weren’t sure. You squeak in surprise when Soonyoung hooks an arm under your knees, swinging your legs into his lap before placing a box of noodles in your hands. “Eat.”

“When uh...when did you guys get here?” You stutter out, twirling the noodles around the container absently. 

Jun snorts, tilting his head to the side innocently, “Same as Hoshi.”

Chan looks between Jun and Minghao with a little nod, “Yeah, so like...I don’t know, twenty? Thirty minutes?”

“However long you two spent fucking each other’s brains out in the other room,” Minghao comments offhandedly and you choke on the bite of food you mistakenly put in your mouth. 

Soonyoung has the decency to look embarrassed as he pats your back and shoots a glare at the others who are entirely unaffected. “That’s none of your business.”

“You made it our business!” Chan laughs incredulously, “How were we supposed to ignore how fucking loud you guys were? The whole complex knows what you were doing in there!”

“Not to mention the fact that you went to check on her and disappeared for half an hour,” Jun cackles, “You literally invited us over.”

“Unlocked the door and everything,” Minghao adds. 

Chan shrugs, “You drove me here, dude.”

You set your food down on the table and swat Soonyoung’s worrying hands away, “You meant to tell me, that you knew they were here the whole time and didn’t think to give me a heads up?”

Soonyoung looks like a deer in headlights as you glare at him. He puts his container down as well and holds his hands up placatingly, “Baby, to be fair...I was caught off guard. We got here and I came by your room to let you know we were home but then I heard you moaning my name and...and- you’re the one who left the door open! How the hell was I supposed to remember anything before that?!”

“Soonyoung!” You cry in indignation, burying your face in both hands. 

He stutters for a better explanation then whips his head around, “OK- but if you knew what we were doing why did you stay? Jun’s car is here. You could have left at any time!”

“And miss the show?” Minghao arches a pretty manicured brow. You toss a flimsy drink coaster at him that he swiftly catches and tosses back with a smirk. 

“Also,” Jun chimes in, “Didn’t want the food to get cold.”

“You guys are the worst,” You groan, shaking your head though a bit of laughter slips past your lips until everyone else joins in. “This is close friends on a whole new level.”

“We could be closer if you want,” Chan jokingly suggests and Soonyoung immediately leans over as Chan tries to squirm away laughing but the older boy latches onto his forearm with an iron grip. 

“The only thing you’re getting closer to,” He tugs Chan’s arm, making him topple over before leaning down to whisper in his ear, “...is me..breaking your arm.”

Soonyoung’s never been good at sharing anything, unless it’s with you. He was never actually that fond of sharing you with his friends to begin with but he got over that when he saw how well you all got along and how happy they made you. It seems as though the process is starting all over again with the newest development in your physical relationship. 

He’s going to have to learn to share all over again. 

“Hoshi,” You admonish him with a delicate laugh. Jun’s still too invested in his food to help and Hao, never one to break up a good fight, just giggles at the interaction. 

“Yes, baby?” He utters sweetly, still glaring at his best friend he has locked in a vice grip. 

“Let him go,” You snort, reaching over to tug a strand of his hair lightly. 

Soonyoung melts into your touch, dropping the younger boy carelessly to the floor with a thud. “Yes, baby.” 

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Not sure if this counts because the ask box says its closed, but if its open: can i request gender neutral reader giving tfp optimus a hose down in his alt mode in their backyard after he treks through some muddy terrain? And reader is doing things like spaying him with cold water to tease him, but the wash is like a massage, and he ends up dozing off as reader soaps him up and cleans his interior as well Their relationship can be already established Thanks!

TFP Optimus Prime X Reader – Car Wash

A/N – Here we go, getting through plenty of requests while I cat sit so I don’t binge-watch the Umbrella Academy all in one go.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Optimus vented air through his systems, holding back an exhausted sigh as he drove you home in his alt-mode.

Normally, missions where it was just the two of you were a treasured time spent full of deep conversations as the two of you imagined a better, more peaceful universe where you could both enjoy your lives with one another. It was always a chance for the two of you to spend some quality time together, instead of stealing precious seconds between Optimus’ busy schedule.

However, your mission transporting cargo to a military base for Fowler had gone badly awry and neither of you knew what to say that would make things better. The simple fact of the matter was that Optimus was thinking about the fragility of human life after you had been attacked by Silas, and you in turn were thinking about how Optimus had risked his life to save yours without hesitation. While Silas was only human, he was still a dangerous foe and had his weaponry not stalled at the exact moment it did, Optimus might not have survived to take you back home.

Your depressing thoughts were interrupted as Optimus parked outside your house, taking up the majority of the street in his large alt-mode.

“We are here,” He stated with a sense of finality that unnerved you somewhat.

“Yeah…” You replied, dissatisfied that he would have to leave you on such a sour note. “What will you do when you get back to base?”

“I will continue my mission to protect this planet, and I will conduct further research on Silas. We cannot afford another repeat of today,” Optimus answered solemnly.

You placed your hand on Optimus’ dashboard more for your own comfort than his. It seemed that he was going to spend the next few cycles relentlessly working as usual. You knew that Optimus’ dedication to his cause was the reason that the Autobot rebellion had lasted so long despite their numerous enemies, and while you were thankful that Optimus was such a fantastic leader, you still worried about him.

“Optimus… I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’d really like it if you stayed here for a while.”

“(Y/N), you know I have many important duties to fulfil.”

“I know,” You said quickly, hoping to placate him. “And I get that, but you need to rest as well. I worry about you. Please, just stay here and rest for a little bit.”

“But Silas-”

“Will still be around tomorrow,” You reasoned. “Besides, we have no means of tracking him yet.”

Optimus hummed thoughtfully, trying not to sound so defeated. You decided to give him a minute, just letting him feel the weight of his life; it was something he rarely let himself think about, and sometimes, he needed to remind himself that he was just one Cybertronian.

You Glanced in his wing mirror while you waited, unable to ignore the mass amount of mud, dirt, and gravel that coated him from the long drive. You half-smiled, getting an idea that might make Optimus relax for a short while.

“At least consider driving into the garden for a break,” You suggested. “A car wash here has got to be better than the wash-racks, right?”

Optimus considered your request, feeling somewhat guilty as he submitted. It wasn’t that he was doing anything wrong per se, but every second that he wasn’t working made him feel like he was failing his cause; Ratchet often told Optimus that was his fatal flaw, as if he too didn’t spend every nano-click working on his own projects for the war effort.

Optimus let you out, then drove into your garden, remaining in his alt-mode in case any of your neighbours came outside. He prayed to Primus that nobody would come to see what was going on because he didn’t know how you would explain your sudden acquisition of a Freightliner truck or why it was in your back garden.

While Optimus was stuck feeling guilty, you ran inside grabbing buckets and filling them with warm soapy water, with plenty of sponges and cloths to accompany them. Upon coming back outside and putting the buckets down, you grabbed the garden hose and started cleaning the worst of the mud from Optimus.

It took Optimus a while to relax, but after you accidentally soaked yourself with the hose and began laughing at your own misfortune, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment, your laughter raising his spirits.

Seeing you soaked and happy made Optimus chuckle, which by anyone else’s standard was a full-on laugh of hysteria.

“Oh, you find that funny?” You asked him, grinning. “Let’s see how you like it.”

You squeezed the end of the hose pipe, squirting a powerful jet of water at Optimus’ windscreen, grinning as you did so.

“All you’re doing is making me cleaner,” Optimus said jovially.

You rolled your eyes sarcastically, “Yeah well, I hope I miss some sand in your seams.”

With the ineffective water fight over, you got back to hosing down Optimus, waiting till the worst of the grime was removed before you abandoned the hose in favour of a bucket and sponge.

Optimus’ frame shuddered momentarily as you rubbed at him with the sponge. He was used to cleaning himself in the wash racks of the base, and while that did leave him pristine, it didn’t feel as good as having you clean him, your tiny hands reaching in between the seams of his plating. You were removing dirt from places he had never been able to reach before and it felt wonderful.

Optimus couldn’t help sighing as you cleaned his hood, using a step ladder to reach it. Once or twice, he nearly moaned aloud, though he caught himself at the last moment. You smiled contentedly, glad that Optimus was relaxing for once, even if you were messier than you had been in a long time thanks to the deep clean you were giving him.

“Is this good?” You asked him once you had thoroughly cleaned him and were free to massage wax onto his plating.

Optimus didn’t reply, your slow circular movements lulling him into a light recharge which he desperately needed.

“Optimus?” You asked uncertainly.

It took you a minute to realise what had happened, but when you did, you smiled, happy that he was finally relaxing. You continued cleaning Optimus, but when you were done, you were careful not to disturb him. It was rare to see Optimus resting and you didn’t want to do anything that might wake him.

“Good night, big guy. Sweet dreams,” You pressed a light kiss to his headlamps and left him in your garden.

You also needed a shower and some rest; it had been a long day for both of you.

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Ask for bad guys! (Plus Ivy, if that is alright with you!) Oh dear- S/o's friend gave them an energy drink, and now they are falling off the bed/couch, laughing their ass off, getting back back onto the couch/ bed, FALLING OF AGAIN- repeat cycle. And if they are not doing that? They are either staring into space, giggling for no reason, or saying EXETREMELY RANDOM THINGS (Example: "...My hands are shaking. Is that bad? i dunno, but it's annoying) (This is what happens when i have an energy drink)

That happens when I drink energy drinks too, that and I get jittery enough I feel like I'm going to vibrate into another dimension- it's why I only drink decaf coffee-

((Also, Killers section is showing up as weird and glitchy for me, so sorry if it's unreadable or something. I think Tumblr is just doing another dumb.))

Ivy: Per usual, they overreact and completely freak out the first time this happens. Once they realizes it's normal for you, and you aren't in danger, they'll chill out, at least a little. They would maybe, if they were feeling mischievous enough, mess around with you, and attempt to convince you that shaky hands are a sign of some terrible illness and you were going to die.

Nightmare: He would just laugh at you, less at the things you're doing and more at the fact that a simple energy drink did this to you. If you said too weird of things he would maybe start to get concerned, but he'd never show it.

Horror: He would drag you into a giant bear hug to keep you from falling, and silently laugh at how you're acting. It's adorable- you're adorable- and he just wants this to never end.

Killer: He's recording you. Blackmail, bud, 'tis the way of the world. He's absolutely wheezing at you, and is too busy doing that- or maybe just too mean- to help you out. You are definitely getting teased for this later. It's inescapable.

Dust: He just pins you down with magic and sits on your lap. After saving a few photos for blackmail later. He is amused in his own, silent way, and chooses to use your giggly state to get in some extra cuddle time.

Error: What. What is wrong with you. Silly human. Why are you doing this. Why are you falling off the couch. What happened. Why are you like this. Aaaaand he's crashed. Whoopsies.

Cross: Ummmmmm. Okay. Um. You have oozed onto the poor man's lap, and he is experiencing a gay panic™. He's dying inside, both of laughter, embarrassment, and of the pure love for his adorable little partner. Why are you allowed to be this cute. Also why are you high

Ash: They are trying to figure out what is wrong with you medically while you're just over here giggling your ass off at the fact that Barney the dinosaur has teeth. It's an incredibly funny scene. "What drugs did you take?" "Barney- He has- hehe- He has teeth!" "That's not an answer-?"

[cinnamonest]

welcome back!! i missed seeing your posts ;v; in the last ask i sent about your male majority AU you talked more in depth about the laws in place and a few of the boys + their darlings. i was wondering if you planned to elaborate on the others too? (zhongli, scaramouche, albedo, venti, etc.) and i wanted to ask how you think Ayato would be in this verse? (if you're ok w that!) or just anything you have to add since the last time i popped up in your inbox. i'd love to hear anything at all :>

YES I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

So I recently did Ayato in this post, but yes I have many thoughts of various scattered concepts and topics I'm just gonna compile into one big post here... I still have plenty more and I'll certainly add some with time, but for this post we have: Gorou entry for the AU, plus alternates/some small snippets of ideas for Venti/Zhongli/Scara/Kazuha/Albedo including crossovers with some of my past ideas with goddess!darling for Zhongli, Rhinedottir!darling, and finally shogun/tsaritsa archon reader >:3

//horrendously sexist filth. I continue to feel the need to warn before posts for this AU. My eyes are impure after proofreading this. General dark content, lots of gendered association with body parts/physical traits, menstruation/hormonal cycles

And finally, because I'm always paranoid of random people stumbling upon these, I'll add again this is entirely fictional and I do not approve of any of the behaviors or sentiments described here.

Also see the

(Original Post)

(Second Original Post) (this one is actually longer/more detailed)

(tag for this AU)

For starters, there's a lot of both laws, and standards that aren't laws per se, just... Culturally enforced norms. Both legally and culturally, there are some cultures that are more strict and regulated than others. Liyue is, predictably, regarded as very focused on legality and contracts, forms and papers and strict adherence to a wide variety of laws. Places like Mondstadt, Fontaine, and Sumeru are more regarded as freer places, both for the girls and owners alike, and Snezhnaya and Inazuma are close behind Liyue in terms of legality, but even harsher in cultural norms.

Similar to some purebred horses/dogs and luxury goods, you can get certificates of authenticity when purchasing from a valid, state-sponsored market. If you apply for any kind of government position for an institution like the Qixing or Inazuman commissions, you do need to be able to provide documentation of authentic and legal ownership, but otherwise it varies per place, much like other laws.

Once again predictably, the worst place for this is Liyue. It's actually quite the pain for anyone moving there, because you have to sign and fill out an endless stream of forms proving beyond a doubt that you purchased the girl 100% legally, have certificates of ownership (which is a problem, as some nations don't provide any legal certifications, so you have to go through an even more extensive process to obtain one), and meet standards of care, which is measured by a doctor's evaluation of the girl's health. They make sure there are no signs of ever having had an injury that went untreated, no signs of abuse (punishment marks on the skin are okay, just nothing overboard like fractured bones or anything), ensure she's not underfed or otherwise malnourished, and these days they even implemented psychiatric evaluation. Inazuma has similar laws, but far less extensive on the necessary paperwork (some argue this is due to the resident archon being female herself, so she's a bit more lax despite her usual strict standards...), while Mondstadt and Fontaine and Sumeru don't require a lot, just a basic evaluation, while Snezhnaya and Natlan require virtually nothing -- as long as you keep it restrained, you don't have to have any certificate or anything, they just trust people at their word that it's rightfully theirs, and if not and someone comes looking for their property, it can be dealt with when that situation arises.

Which is something that can happen, of course. Custody disputes are not at all uncommon, both claims to ownership or theft as well as rightful ownership when inheritance is brought into question. The former is more clean-cut, it's usually a case of someone claiming that he is the rightful owner and that person is not, and depending on the nation, processes have to be drawn out to resolve the matter (see, this is why someone from Liyue would argue they have the best system, since these things aren't much of an issue there...). The latter is actually messier, usually having to do with the death of one man leaving behind a widow and the resulting nightmare of a legal battle for custody that ensues. By default, she goes to the firstborn son, but sometimes the father will leave her in his will to a different one, which sometimes does not get revealed until post-death when the will is read, and that never goes over well. Yes, there are lawyers who literally specialize in dealing with this exact situation. Yes, it's a very high-paying job. Otherwise no one would put themselves into something so stressful.

There are some other little noteworthy differences that aren't necessarily laws, but procedural. For example, Inazuma has a lot of what might be considered akin to "mail order brides" -- purchases brought from the mainland directly to the buyer. Being disconnected from the mainland means that Inazuma have a more significant shortage, since all girls are sort of rounded up to be distributed to sellers or public institutions and the like, yet most auctions and markets take place where more crowds are, which is the mainland, and very few actually take place in Inazuma itself. So if you want one, you either have to find the scarce existing Inazuman markets (almost obsolete these days), go to the mainland yourself, or get one shipped to you, the last of which is easiest, as there are agencies that exist to do specifically that.

However, staying true to the nature of the market, said agencies tend to overcharge and make tons of arbitrary fees because they know they can afford to. You can, of course, give some specifications -- any appearance preferences such as hair color or body type or personality and demeanor. Each trait you have "customized" carries additional fees (although, in the spirit of competition, some agencies offer a sort of "first specified trait free", and you only pay if you want other traits specified). Then, they look around for one matching the buyer's preferences, and make a shipment. There's shipping fees too, not to mention import and licensure fees, and you have to pay a massive fee at the International Trade Association, whose inspection the "cargo" legally has to pass through and be approved. All of this ensures that it truly is only the absolute wealthiest of individuals who can afford to go through with this process. The upper ends of middle-class individuals with enough patience can wait for Inazuman auctions, which only occur twice a year or so.

Similarly, the various cultures have different norms and disagreements on how things are done, leading to differing perceptions of each other... Like, men from Inazuma, Liyue, and Snezchnaya tend to think men from other nations, particularly Mondstadt, are kinda... pathetic, to be honest. See, in Mondstadt in particular, a lot of guys are more likely to practice communication rather than corporeal punishment, using words and punishments involving revoking privileges or taking away things they enjoy, to make them understand what they did wrong. The average Inazuman or Snezchnayan man would probably argue a belt to the ass accomplishes that much easier. Not corporeally punishing misbehavior is just... illogical. Why waste time talking, it's not like she's going to get the point that way anyway.

Childe still remembers, on his first ever work trip to Mondstadt, he witnessed some girl making a scene, throwing a tantrum in public. Which was incredibly bizarre -- back home, you wouldn't ever see some girl dare pull a stunt like that, why would this be any different? Don't they understand consequences...? Oddly enough, the guy was just... Talking to her, trying to get her to calm down. Like, not even making any move to drag her away or bend her over his knee or anything! How strange. No wonder she was throwing a tantrum in the first place, these guys don't bother to properly discipline them, so of course they act out. It seems like something so easily fixable, and yet they choose to let her embarrass him like that. So confusing. Well, now that he thinks about it, he remembers seeing some girl misbehave back home... ironically she was a foreigner if he recalls correctly... people here must just be really bad at discipline.

It's something you'd see guys from Liyue/Inazuma/Snezhnaya definitely make guys from Mondstadt/Fontaine the brunt of jokes about -- they stereotype them as pathetic, weak, cowardly men who don't even have proper control over their women. It's both hilarious and astounding, you could catch many an occasion of Fatui soldiers stationed in Mondstadt watching some girl making a scene and snickering to themselves about how one of them should go take her away, since this spineless bastard doesn't deserve her if he can't set her straight... really, hey, maybe one of them should...? They could probably get away with it...

Among other norms like that, in similarly orderly/strict societies, partiularly the aforementioned Inazuma, Liyue, or Snezhnaya, it's sort of unseemly for a girl to be walking around without a leash. Like, if you care about her, of course you'd put her on a leash. Only someone who doesn't have any concern for his belonging's wellbeing would just let her walk around in public without one. She could get distracted and run off and do something stupid, run away from you, or even get snatched up by someone else! And if you need to move in a certain direction and she refuses to comply, pulling her by the neck with a leash is a lot easier than grabbing the arms. If you were to be walking outside without one, it would undoubtedly earn a lot of judgemental glares... and some sleazy figures eyeing you over like maybe they can lure you off... so you see why it's necessary.

This does not spell a great situation for girls getting brought from one place to another, who have a bit too much pride for their own good and are unadjusted to this custom. It's a matter of whether you want to go outside or not... if you want to not be confined to four walls all day, you'll wear the leash, and if you won't wear it, then you're not going anywhere. Too bad, gotta suck it up and deal with it.

Oh, and one more important worldbuilding concept: doctors. Women's health is a specialty medical profession, and it pays very well, so it's a strategic career choice. Of course, all doctors are gonna be male, and their understanding of things is a bit... challenged in regards to accuracy. They tend to address things from a very biased perspective, and wishful thinking, leading to many misconceptions, so the industry as a whole is quite rampant with problems.

"Hysteria" is still a thing people believe in (caused by lack of sex, cured by more sex), and all sorts of behavioral and emotional, even sometimes physical, issues are misattributed to pseudoscientific "hormonal imbalances". The only real known cure or treatment to which is... you can probably guess. If they're too irritable, it's because they have accumulated frustration, which needs to be exerted through rhythmic cathartic motion. If they're depressed, they need activities that involve a lot of heart rate increase and exercise and release of endorphins. Of course, fees for consultations to be told this information are quite pricey, but of course, one's wife's health is of the utmost importance and all.

Likewise, relationship counseling exists, if yours is particularly disagreeable and spiteful... but it's pretty much just a service you pay for to get some guy with a bunch of degrees on the wall to gaslight the poor girl by telling her how much everything is her fault, how sad it is that she's so ungrateful to have someone who loves her so much, and otherwise drill into her head that she is the problem and needs to correct these behaviors. You can also pay to basically have these counselors to convince them of specific things, if said things are proving to be issues: reluctant to breed? They can tell her how it's been studied and proven that having babies leads to exponentially increased happiness in every single case. Psychological issues with sex (which a lot of former public properties tend to have)? Tell her how repetitive sex with one person will make her feel safe and secure. They use big and technical terms and words like "peer-reviewed" and "endorphins" and "catharsis" and a bunch of other terms that no girl has ever been taught to know -- and to her, this man with all these official-looking papers and books is saying all these things with technical language... which means he knows what he's talking about, and is probably correct, right...?

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Of course, with there being male archons, it makes sense that they have basically their pick of humans. Is it a blessing or a curse -- be be granted immortality, under the condition of serving them for the rest of your existence...? Who can say for sure. Either way, it happened a long time ago, at some point during the archon wars, and the two girls are to this day celebrated as sort of cultural iconic figures, whose existence is debateable, but are heralded as sort of ideal role models and what all girls should strive to be... obedient, loyal, agreeable, submissive... regardless of whether or not that was actually the case... even so, it's something that girls can be socialized into and have shoved down their throats to enforce certain behaviors, and of course that's a good thing.

In Mondstadt, that iconic figure is more of a gentle, free spirit, befitting of the nation's values. The emphasis is more on loyalty, since they do allow for a lot more freedoms and choices. Legend says a long, long time ago, things were a little different, society was more brutal and all (particularly in the case that the sex ratio was not always so imbalanced, but became that way over time through genetic mutations or something) and so they used to have gladiators that were girls (difficult to believe, isn't it? Or so people always say when telling that tale...). One of them helped abolish the system of aristocracy at that time... although unlike perhaps another universe, here no one really remembers her name -- it's not important anyhow. What's important is that, despite being entirely powerless, unable to hold her own in a fight, and failing to accomplish anything at all on her own, the so-called Lionfang Knight gladly accepted help from Barbatos after being imprisoned and forced to fight an unreasonable battle. Because she accepted her incapability and acknowledged a need for help and to stand down and let him take care of it, depending on and trusting him completely, which is a good role model for girls, y'know?

That's what happened... or at least, that's the version of the telling of events that survived. The wife of the anemo archon is said to be fiercely loyal and trusting, never trying to take things into her own hands, but instead fully relying on Barbatos to take care of her situation and, of course, in the end he gets the reward of keeping her. She voluntarily leaped at the chance to repay his deeds for her, so it's said. An ideal story to project onto the impressionable youth populace --

You remember the events a little differently. You told the strange boy to leave you alone, that you could handle it on your own... It went in one ear and out the other, and soon he was beaming ear to ear, clearly incredibly pleased with himself for having presumably indebted you to him and believably impressed you. You regret begrudgingly agreeing to repay him for the rest of your life, not knowing that that would turn out to be essentially eternity, once granted immortality yourself.

The people would probably find it amusing to find out that you still live among them, all that much more that you live in what amounts to a prison cell of an apartment, tiny and cluttered and cheap, barely enough room to move around. The whole reason Mondstadt has no requirement for certification of ownership may or may not have something to do with the fact that Barbatos himself has none -- not his fault though, he got you like, forever ago, long before certification was a thing, and only holds down a place to live out of need to have somewhere to keep you out of sight. It's not easy, you know, he has to sacrifice what would otherwise be wine money for you, but you're worth it... also because if he didn't, you'd likely be snatched up within minutes. He's not exactly the biggest, broadest guy in the world, nor does he have armed guards like many rich guys, and thus walking around with you in public would be kinda like painting a bullseye target on his forehead.

He feels bad, of course, but in this universe it's a lot more normalized, so he doesn't feel half the guilt he might otherwise feel, only a bit of sympathy because you don't get to move around much. Sometimes, at the very least, he takes you outside at night, the two of you roam the countryside of Mondstadt together... it's at least one little ray of light in an otherwise very dreary and mundane life. He's content with it... and judging by the way you're so quiet these days, you must be content too. That's what you're known for, after all... loyalty and love. It would be a shame if you didn't actively display those things for him, wouldn't it?

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The figure in Liyue is slightly different. Rather than be known for embodying loyalty and trust, she's more known for embodying obedience and acceptance, you know, ideal traits.

It does make you feel sick to your stomach, to occasionally see representations of old tales depicting someone vaguely in your likeness, always portrayed very... well, you know. Your origins are far less special than your next-door neighbor nation's equivalent... just some very unfortunate goddess from a long time ago, name and rulership forgotten to time, seeing as it really no longer matters. The accounts of your life are told as more of a... cautionary tale. To not try and step out of one's proper place and role in life and all that, the idea being that if you do, you'll just end up paying a steep price for it, and just end up forced into place anyway.

Because it wasn't as if you weren't a rarity among deities either, they tend to follow similar populace ratios, although no one is exactly sure where they come from to begin with. You never let that hold you back in any way, especially seeing as you had an advantage of elemental and mystic power that could easily make up for what you may lack in size and raw physical strength, which is, when you think about it, really the primary factor that makes intra-human relations... the way they are. Since you had a way to circumvent that disadvantage, you had more of a sense of capability... and pride. Perhaps a bit too much, particularly when combined with spite and bitterness in the face of the deities that would look down on you.

In hindsight, being cocky and arrogant, talking big and challenging every powerful figure that came your way was probably not the best idea, and bound to end up this way eventually. You pissed off a lot of gods in your time in power, and maybe you should be a bit grateful that the one that took you down was so generous to take you in and correct you of your ways, and continues to be so good to you... that's what Morax tells you, at least. You remember the first time you spoke to him -- you don't remember exactly what you said, just that it was something abrasive and condescending, and vaguely threatening, as you usually did, the point being to invoke a reaction... you remember the unease when he didn't react, merely looked you up and down with a sort of cold disdain. That probably should have been a warning sign, but you insisted on pushing it... and now, all you have to show for your arrogance is the fact that the time Morax defeated and claimed the goddess of such-and-such is a well-circulated tale. It has plenty of different variations depending on who is recalling said legend, getting some details right or wrong, embellishing and exaggerating here or there, but the general account remains the same.

Not that you're not still sorta revered, just in more of a tragic way. For all your power and glory, now the former goddess is supposedly just living a better, albeit in perpetual humiliation, life elsewhere. These days, at a glance, you would be indistinguishable from any other Liyue woman... tucked away in the realm where Morax dwells, separated from other people, but still living a life similar to any other, where you merely live to serve. It took literal decades to fully break your spirit, so to speak, but now, you're like the perfect image of the ideal, by Liyue cultural standards... quiet, only speaking when you know you're allowed to, demure and submissive and always very pleasant. It's even gotten easier and easier as time goes by! Isn't that nice? Each day, the past memories feel further and further away... it's for the better, really.

Sometimes, even now, that old attitude of yours flairs up a bit, you get that fire in your eyes again, forget how to behave... but it's nothing that can't be dealt with. Which it will be, for sure -- Morax stakes a great deal of pride on ensuring you embody the perfect wife by the existing cultural standard, and any deviation from that, any sign of disobedience or arrogance, is swiftly met with consequence.

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Oh, and on note of the archons -- there's a lot of cognitive dissonance going on there for Snezhnaya and Inazuma. You'd think people would take issue with a female being the literal symbolic and effective head of the entire nation, but perhaps it's just because it's so normalized that no one thinks anything of it. They have a lot of reverence, even, unlike the previous case of Liyue. Perhaps the idea of rarity aligns well with the concept of a deity, so that something exalted and "separated" in the way a deity is, sort of matches the average guy's ideas of femininity, so it actually makes sense to them.

But you'll notice these two archons have something in common... isolation. They stay locked away, secluded and protected in their private dwellings, unlike the archons of Liyue and Mondstadt that roam around amongst their people.

If you didn't know any better, as uptight and prideful as both seem to be, it might almost seem as if their policy of seclusion is maybe, just maybe slightly due to a bit of fear. As if they know how fragile their autonomy is... only a few walls and trusted guardian figures stand between them and hordes of human men, and even with their prowess, who knows, if there was a rebellion or something, if they would actually be able to hold their own... but no, surely they're not afraid of a bunch of humans. Even though some say that the reason the shogun created a replica of herself was partially to act as a stand-in in case of rebellion, so she could get away before they realized they didn't have the "real" one, or that the reason the tsaritsa ensures that all the male harbingers have their own property either prior to or as soon as they join is so that they're satisfied and don't get any ideas about trying something... those are baseless rumors made up to discredit their authority.

Because there have been men who took issue with the matter... you as the current Inazuman archon have, in the past, dueled a few of them who tried their hand at combat with you, a few men either very brave, very stupid, or both, who wanted to claim both your power and yourself as a trophy... such is always the terms of the match they propose, every time without fail. Most ended rather quickly, but one time, just once, there was a human who came very, very close... you were panting and wide-eyed when finally managing to run him through, standing still in shock and even trembling just a bit when you finally looked up and saw all the onlookers sort of staring in disbelief, only to straighten up. What are you staring at? It wasn't a big deal or anything. But for a second there... when it looked like you might actually lose... the jolt of fear that ran through your body was nearly paralyzing.

That dread lingers in your mind for weeks, months even, until one day you have a new challenger... supposedly an acquaintance of the last one, which makes you a tad more confident (and that much more easily able to pretend you're completely confident). After all, this one is smaller, and he'll be in a blind rage over his friend, so easier to defeat... his soft demeanor is unnerving, though.

He doesn't smirk or talk condescendingly, he's not cocky and arrogant... he's got a gentleness to him, almost. It's confusing, it doesn't align with his words, his infuriating words as he lays out his terms, words so infuriating that his audacity is the only reason you accept. That if he wins, he says in that same nauseatingly gentle voice and soft smile, you'll become his, as expected of a terms of agreement... but that first, you'll strip naked and prostrate yourself at his feet in front of the onlooking crowd... alright? He says it in such a sweet voice, calmly and plainly, as if asking for confirmation of something inconsequential and mundane. It fills you with an unbridled fury, even the cockiest of humans in the past were never so brazenly disgustingly perverted and sick in their terms... and it's for that reason you go headfirst into conflict, without calculating any strategy beforehand....

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The Snezhnayan tsaritsa has her own problems, of course, just much more... internal.

Having your inner ring of elites be comprised of mostly males has always made you nervous, but what other option is there? You make sure each of them has a toy to keep them satiated. It's a sort of free gift upon being appointed, if they don't already have one at the time of said appointment.

It's a sort of act of recognition, and an incentive to all to work hard, but there's certainly a more practical... self-preservative reason. If they're going to be around you frequently, interacting with you directly, you want to be as assured of your personal safety as possible. For some of them, that underlying reason clearly goes right over their heads, they're just grateful for the gift and don't question it, and for others, you get the sense that they're well-aware. They simply never voice it, there's no reason to say it out loud and risk getting in trouble or something, and it's not like it affect them in any way but positively. You insist on the matter for each.

Except the sixth, the Balladeer... He shrugged off the offer, sort of rolled his eyes, said he had no need and that it was a waste. You pressed a second time, but after that refusal, you decided to just allow it... he seems non-threatening, after all, not someone you'd have to worry about, unlike virtually all of the others... he's less... eccentric? Perhaps you're desensitized to odd and unusual individuals, but you can't help but find him a lot more palatable. They're pretty much all weird in their own way, but his aura is more brooding and calculated -- unnerving for sure, but in a quiet, secretive sort of way, which is quite a welcome break from the more... let's call it "colorful" personalities you have by your side. Either way, you're pretty sure he's too busy thinking on a more grandiose scale of matters to be concerned with what would probably be inconsequential to him.

And you'd be right. He does think in terms of the bigger picture, more long-term goals. That's exactly why he said no to your offer in the first place -- although your wording was actually rather amusing at the time, because you said something along the lines of getting to "pick one of your choice"... but, of course, logically, you clearly didn't intend yourself to be included in that, it's just amusing that you didn't think to say so, he could almost entertain the thought of your reaction if he'd agreed to your terms and demanded you. But of course, he wasn't dumb enough to actually do that, no, but that doesn't make you safe. Seeing you for the first time sparks some sort of.. intrigue. Perhaps a bit of a fixation. Look at you, with all that power, and on what basis? It's a fragile hold, only managed by the establishment of it as "normal" for a long time and the elemental prowess you have, but beneath that, your reign is more or less a house build on sand. He likes power, he likes things that symbolize and represent power... and he likes the thought of either stripping those things of the power they hold, taking them for himself, or both. You're not going to be an exception to that... besides, your very existence in your role is laughable, and someone needs to fix the egregious offense that is you ever being allowed to hold such power in the first place rather than where you belong with the rest of your... kind. Thankfully, all of these things could be easily dealt with with the same few actions.

You can't place it on anything very specific, but something about his presence makes you feel increasingly uneasy, more and more so as the days pass. That's part of why you sent him off to Inazuma in the first place, it was getting to where it made your skin crawl. Even then, when you gave that command, he made a face that made you feel... unnerved. As if irritated, that sort of expression where the eyes narrow and the nose scrunches up slightly... but that's kind of just how he is, you tell yourself. It still remains in your mind for days to come.

And when he never reports back, you label it a case of "missing"... publicly, at least, although you and those others directly beneath you are well-aware it's not only intentional, but likely planned. Yet, somehow, it almost feels relieving that he's gone, even if he took off with something important... right?

So you tell yourself. Yet, as each day passes, you find yourself growing more and more uneasy, like there's something in the back of your mind, some nagging sense of dread. You find yourself jumping and jolting at the slightest of movement out of the corner of your eye, drawing your weapon forth at the slightest of noises, particularly when you're alone. You isolate yourself more than ever, keeping yourself locked away in one tiny, empty little room, refusing to meet with others even. People begin to wonder if something is wrong.

You wouldn't say anything is, either, you're not sure why you're acting this way, why you're so uneasy... so you tell yourself. Yes, you don't know why, you tell yourself. You repeat in your head that you have nothing to worry about, that there is no reason to feel this way. As long as you're isolated, you're safe from the hordes, safe from threats, safe from ending up like the others... safe. You tell yourself you're being neurotic, delusional, paranoid. You wake up with a jolt in the middle of the night, you increase the number of guards that stand outside of your private quarters.

Yes, you're being paranoid... there's no reason to connect these events to any perceived threat to yourself. No logical reason at all... but that just makes it all the more nauseating when you can't shake the feeling of what you've heard humans call a sense of impending doom. No matter how much you isolate yourself, it just seems to get worse and worse, an increasing feeling like you can't breathe, as if some misfortune draws closer and closer with each time your heartrate spikes when you catch a shadow in the corner of your vision.

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On another note... similar to the Fatui (in the last post), other armed forces around Teyvat usually will purchase girls in bulk to sort of be used as communal property, with a certain ratio to ensure that all their soldiers or fighters have their needs dealt with, and use this as a recruitment strategy. It certainly helped the resistance gain the bulk of their forces. Something about how if they can overpower some of the high-ranking Inazuman authorities in their private estates and all that, there's a chance someone could claim a few girls here or there... that was enough to convince people to join, at least. Not that it was why you joined, no, you just thought that they would be none the wiser, and being dispatched was a good way to get away from the place you snuck away from. Yes, also akin to the Fatui, there have been a few isolated cases of some girls trying to blend in effectively, to varying degrees of success... it seems to go over well for you at the start. You lag behind, sure, but you like to think it's not too noticeable.

Until you met the general. You felt a creeping sense of dread when you first see him at a distance... you question whether or not he would be an issue. You remember hearing once that dogs can tell males and females apart, even humans, by scent alone... But it's not like you can just run off, no, you're lined up shoulder-to-shoulder, a bit of an orientation of sorts in which you're being addressed by various authority figures and given some instructions, so you can't run away.

You actually have to end up telling yourself that on repeat, when the general stops mid-sentence shortly after an introduction. You see his ears perk up a bit, he makes a bewildered face, pausing and audibly sniffing... it's literally as if the situation were being written for suspense or comedy, it's the sort of scenario you conjure up in your imagination out of panic and tell yourself to calm down because it's unrealistic... except it's actually happening. Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest, you feel like you're about to faint when he turns his head in your general direction... but after a moment, and someone asking if something is wrong, he snaps out of it, says nothing, he just thought he smelled something unusual for a moment, and resumes... from that day onward, you make an intentional, and very dedicated, effort to avoid him at all costs.

It's actually something that makes you paranoid, sometimes sick with anxiety. How far can his sense of scent reach? Do you smell more strongly of whatever it is he can smell on certain days of the month based on hormones or something? You don't want to take your chances, so you give him a wide berth. Of course, inevitably there will still be moments you run into him. In fact, a lot for you specifically. See, he's a very encouraging person, so he likes to help motivate and assist soldiers who are struggling to keep up... which, well, you do quite a lot of. To be honest, you weren't expecting it to be this bad, where you're falling embarrassingly far behind when running laps or completing training courses, visibly struggling to carry the heavy packs your unit was instructed to transport while everyone else has no trouble, and no matter how much you train, it doesn't get better... it's getting to be a bit too much, to the point you worry you might just be outright kicked out, if nothing else.

That's why he's here to help! Since you're, ah, slightly underperforming... just a bit! It's not bad, really, he can tell you're trying your best and that's what matters, but uh... he says he'll help you train. It's actually genuinely very kind of him, to come get you each morning and night to practice when everyone else is resting. He tries to run alongside you out on the open field... he keeps having to stop to let you catch up when he realizes he's gotten too far ahead of you. He tries to get you to carry some heavy loads and packs, even directly lifting weights, but no matter how long it goes on, you... never seem to get any better... he himself remarks how strange it is, normally on this training regimen you should be able to make this specific time and lift this specific amount by now, should be able to move onto the next level of training... it's as if your body is just stunted. How bizarre.

You feel that it's just a matter of time before something happens. One time, as you're sitting quietly by each other post-training, he suddenly leans over, face up against your neck, sniffing in your scent... after a moment, he snaps out of it, jerks his body back upright, ears flat and apologizing, says he doesn't know what got into him for a second there... you just smelled really strange, in a good way... he took your wide horrified eyes as being weirded out rather than terrified, and kept apologizing over and over. One time you encountered him at the wrong time of month and nearly had a heart attack when he said he smelled blood, asking you if something was wrong... you had to make up a story about having killed an animal or something. Another time, when you both managed to end up on laundry duty together, his eyebrows sort of furrowed in confusion when you (very cautiously, and only after ensuring any undergarments were on the bottom of the basket) handed him yours and he, right in front of you, leaned down and once against sniffed it. And once more, he seemed to only catch himself and realize how weird it was a second later, apologizing again... not that that stops him from waiting until you're out of sight, and digging through... why does this smell so nice...? He's not even looking out of suspicion or anything, just the smell gives him some crazed urge to just... he's not sure.

It's kind of amusing, really, how he begins to behave after that incident. It's as if his subconscious brain knows what his conscious brain doesn't, what with the way he begins clinging to you, following you around everywhere, growing so protective of you. Shielding you from criticism, even, from other superiors, who have decided that they'll let your underperformance slide from now on based on the rather intimidating glares they get when they call you out for it. He follows you day and night, always going where you go, even neglecting other responsibilities to be near you.

And he always smells you. At least once a day, he'll put his face close to your neck, inhale deeply, and then sort of act like it didn't happen, it's actually rather weird... and then he starts doing it twice a day. Then several times a day. His gaze tilts downward as he does, you try to convince yourself he's not directly looking at the spot between your thighs,and more importantly, that you can't see the very clearly defined bulge in between his own. Unfortunately, though, you grow a bit used to it... you start to forget to have the same amount of caution you did before.

It's not until you're stationed together overnight for some regular vigilance exercise that he finally acknowledges it. Do you wear some sort of cologne or something? Something makes you smell very strongly, all the time... not that it's bad, he likes it a lot... some smell he's never smelled anywhere else... he could just bury his face in it and stay like that for hours... It makes him feel strange, like his heart is beating really fast and hard, and he has no idea why... hey, why are you backing away like that...? He just wants to smell you, that's all... his pupils get really big, he sort of walks towards you with a strange look to his eyes, and you feel your stomach twist when your back hits the corner of the wall. He's so close, his face is right up against yours. You just smell so nice. It's nicer on some days than others, makes him feel more hot, more excited, more of that tight, pressured feeling inside. Hey, just to help him figure out what it is, maybe if you take your clothes off, he can find out what the smell is...

At least he's too "out of it" to really show any verbal reaction... he doesn't say much at all the whole time, neither words of confusion or surprise, nor responding to your little pleas... just acting upon what comes naturally, both in the heat of the moment, and the instinct to keep you safe and secured for good... far away from the hands of anyone else. Lots of bite marks all over your neck and your shoulders, dragging you off back to a personal and private dwelling in the quiet of the night once you've passed out. For someone who has never been taught or anything, he seems to have no issue figuring out where to stuff his cock.

Amusingly, the only way he ever really... addresses the obvious, later on after you awaken and from thereon out, is with concern. The revelation actually doesn't seem to faze him much at all -- perhaps the subconscious and instinctive part of his brain already processed it so long ago, the conscious realization is much easier to accept without a lot of shock, so he adjusts very quickly. He never accuses you of doing anything wrong or makes fun of you or anything, he's just very worried to make sure you're alright!! You're not hurting are you? Do you need anything?

You should have been more careful... someone could have done something really bad to you! He just thinks maybe you didn't know how things are, yeah, that makes sense to him, somehow. Thankfully, he got to you before someone else could... if anyone else found you out, they could have harmed you somehow. Whereas he'll just keep you safe and tucked away... and bred.

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And finally, please consider: a crossing over between this AU and Rhinedottir!Darling... Consider a creator that somehow managed to flee whatever situation you fell into by default, and isolated yourself from the world. Fled from the inevitable fate of being a toy for some guy to use. You wanted nothing more than to use the intellect and passion for academics that they forcibly suppressed all your life, instead forcing you into mere servitude. If that was the only life society would allow... Then you'd leave society, to pursue your actual passion.

When that finally culminated in the creation of a human being, you were... hesitant. There was one rather big decision to make, a glaring issue. If you made a girl, you would inherently be putting her at risk... you couldn't bring yourself to do that, endanger another person. But if you made a boy, well... no, actually, it would be okay, right? Because you were rather isolated from society, you would be the primary influence on his life, so he'd turn out fine, wouldn't he?

You considered it proof of nurture over nature, really, because he did turn out very sweet to you. It's a testament, you think to yourself, that they're not naturally like that, that it's a learned behavior, the result of scarcity and the culture created by that scarcity that the society you left was the way that it is. He's even respectful to you, obeys you... it's quite the satisfying feeling, makes you feel a little spark of pride every time you can give a command and it gets obeyed, as if you're getting one up on all the men you were forced to obey in your lifetime, as petty and childish as you know that that satisfaction is, you indulge in the feeling nonetheless.

For a while, you're very careful to ensure he never interacts with others, aside from the occasional merchant you meet on the road (in which case, you always quickly make up something about needing to grab this or that, ask him to handle the conversation for you). Of course, you eventually utilize him for obtaining resources. Rather than having to scrape by for materials, it would be so much easier to send him into the city and get him to pick up supplies and materials. You figure it won't hurt... he's not very social, so he'll just get in and out of the city as quickly as possible, you assume.

And he does. The trips never take long, and he never questions why you always send him to do it.

He does question something else, though. You suppose it was inevitable. He's undoubtedly familiar with the concept itself -- you never really went into detail on humans, but he's seen sex dichotomy in animals, and read enough books on human anatomy to know. It makes you stiffen in place and stop your work when he one day asks out of the blue. Why you're the only one like you he's ever met. Why he can find female animals of all kinds everywhere, but you're the only human one he's ever seen. Where all the others are. You decide the best approach is blunt honesty -- you say there's just not a lot. Some animals are like that too, you add. It's not a big deal, you say.

And then, he asks another question -- is that why we stay out here, away from everyone else? And you... merely answer in the affirmative, a muttered reply, making your voice sound annoyed and frustrated, as if it is a trivial matter, something you won't waste time discussing. He seems to accept that much, and doesn't inquire further.

Until he comes back one day with a new experience to tell you about. He just says it quietly, a very matter-of-fact tone, as if saying something inconsequential, unimportant. That he saw someone that was like you... but she was being dragged around on a collar and leash. You're not sure if the way you wince at that part was noticeable or not.

Not that it matters, because even if it wasn't, you can't help but outwardly react to what he says next.

If you want, I could get you one of those, and then we could go into the town if you want.

He motions to his neck as he speaks, smiling gently as if it's something normal, reasonable. His smile only falls when he sees your expression, somewhere between shock and disgust. He starts to apologize, but you storm off before he can, snarling about how you're not an animal. He does feel bad, really, he just thought that since it seems to be what's normal, it wouldn't upset you... but in hindsight, he realizes that disliking the way society is run is probably part of why you left it to begin with. He just thought... the idea of it was nice. Seeing that guy walk around in the middle of the town with that girl on the leash was somewhat... it made him feel something strange... maybe envy. Made him picture himself in the same position in his head, but with you, and that thought was very pleasant. Unfortunately you don't seem to agree.

Of course, as time goes on, he becomes more and more and more aware of the complexities of society... and comes to fully understand exactly what your situation is, can put two and two together and deduce that you certainly ran away from someone else. Someone else -- that thought is... irritating, to think you were once considered the belonging of someone... someone not him, that is, not so much the concept itself. Really, although he doesn't voice it to you, he thinks it really does make sense, to be honest -- isn't that the law of nature, that weaker, smaller things will be ruled over by bigger, stronger things? And that things that are rare will inevitably be coveted and protected? He can understand why you wouldn't like that, of course, but it does undeniably make for a more beneficial society, from an objective point of view... although he likes to tell himself that, hey, he's out here alone with you, so technically, it's kind of like being an owner, right...? Just, you know, minus the sex and obedience and all the other benefits...

You begin to feel less and less at ease, the more you notice him becoming less patient. Seemingly less quick to do whatever you ask. Challenges your decisions more. Sometimes you can feel his eyes on you as you work, an unprecedented intensity. You're starting to think maybe going into civilization is having a negative effect on him... No, no. You tell yourself it's just something he has to process in his head, one of those development stages where he's just having to confront some new discovery about the world, which all people go through quite a bit... you're sure it'll be fine in the long run... although if it gets worse, you may just send him away somewhere else and try to disappear. Yeah... that's a good plan.

[writingwithcolor]

Hey there! I'm writing a very self indulgent AU right now based on a movie, and one of the characters I'm transplanting into it is Jewish. The movie plays with the popular sci-fi trope of characters being trapped in an infinite time loop of living the same day over and over (a la Groundhog Day), and I started to wonder if there's readings of that through a Jewish lens I haven't thought of; how might a Jewish character approach/conceptualise becoming stuck in that situation, waking up to the same day over and over, resetting when they fall asleep or die, everyone around them (bar one) resetting too and not remembering the past loops? I have one or two friends I'm thinking of asking too but I'd love to hear as many perspectives as possible! (note: I'm afraid I'm not sure of the character's exact denomination bc I don't think the source text specified and my knowledge is limited, but he's very proud of and happy with his religion and fairly observant as far as I'm aware!) No worries if you can't/don't want to answer this, I'm not even sure I'll ever finish or post this fic and I don't think I NEED to change the narrative as such, but I've been thinking a lot about how it'd be a good/worthwhile thing to consider for the character and I'm not sure where to start, it seems like a question a bit philosophical for a quick Google! Thank you in advance, you guys do great work here ^^

Jewish Character Stuck in Time Loop

Ooh this sounds like fun 😊

One thing to consider is the observance of time-dependent mitzvot. You should be able to find some relevant discussions by googling ‘when is Shabbat in the north pole?’ or ‘when is shacharit in space?’ for example, since so many of our commandments depend on certain assumptions about how time can be measured using the sun. If you live the same Thursday over and over, is the third one Shabbat? Or the seventh one? Or is it always just Thursday? Similarly, is the character marking off the days until the important Jewish holidays in their own reference frame, or observing the Jewish calendar as per the reference frame of the local community?

Oh, and if he has a menstrual cycle and is married, if he still gets his cycle while in the time loop that would tie him up in knots that I can’t even start to untangle right now but look up taharat mishpachah for details. (And if he’s married to someone with a menstrual cycle, probably still look this up because there would be an emotional impact of losing the rhythm of touching and not touching, even without all the practical implications.)

In real life, to keep these commandments properly would definitely need rabbinic input. In the absence of a rabbi to provide realistic dialogue for this (or just to keep the story moving), I’d recommend slipping in a reason why that conversation can’t happen. Maybe the rabbi keeps saying, “What an interesting question, I’ll look it up and get back to you tomorrow.” D’oh!

Despite playing havoc with the time-bound mitzvot, a time loop would be beneficial for the interpersonal commandments. That conversation where you accidentally spoke loshan hara? Go back tomorrow and do better. The process of teshuva (usually translated as ‘repentance’ but literally means ‘returning’, i.e. getting back to your connection to God or to your best self) is very important in Judaism. The process is only complete when you’re in the same situation again and don’t make the same mistake. Your character has a unique advantage of being able to get back to the literal same situation, in a highly predictable way that won’t catch him off guard and knock him back into old habits. It would be nice to see him improving in the interpersonal mitzvot each day.

Finally, it’s not a disaster if you can’t work this in, but I wonder if your character is someone who likes to study and do research? It’s one of those things that is a stereotype if overdone, but is culturally accurate if well executed as part of a fully rounded character. If they have some free time as a result of being in a loop (e.g. you don’t have to spend too long on work if you know everything that’s going to happen), it would be cool if they spent some of it learning about the science and philosophy of time and how a time loop could be possible. I think that’s what a lot of real Jewish people would do. It also occurred to me that their learning is one of the few achievements they can hold on to, that won’t be lost when time resets, therefore exalting knowledge as being beyond any material prize. That seemed like a very Jewish idea to me.

-  Shoshi

November 2021

[ggukkiereads]

Hello!! Just a few days ago I stumble upon your blog and I'm wondering if you have some recommendations for Hybrid AUs, much appreciated if it is an OT7 and completed, but if so I will still be so thankful. (I just need some cure from the stress that modules brings) Thank You in Advance (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🌷 Hello! welcome to my mini fic-reading land. I’ve actually received asks for Hybrid AUs (I pinned the requests in the navi) but I just have a very messy draft.

But to help you with your stress, I think I can share a few of my ongoing reads (sorry they won’t be complete but they’re OT7). But, I added completed ones I could remember too (●'◡'●)

*note: will edit this later and organize this per member - maybe add other fics I’ll remember*

Fic Recs | BTS Hybrid AUs

→ A Place Called Home @agustdakasuga -  OT7 x Reader

series [27/27] | 88k | Hybrid AU, Poly AU, Soulmate AU, Romance Humor | Fluff

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

→  If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and her father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

🌷ggukkienote: I am so hooked on this (because I am a sucker for Mafia AUs too). This is such a great story and the OC is really different from the usual OCs. Very interesting.

→  Eunoia @wishesunderthestars -  OT7 x Reader

series [15/?] | 100k+ (I just assumed this, masterpost doesn’t have wc but it’s 6k per chapter or more?) | Director!Reader, hurt/comfort | fluff, eventual smut

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job. You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

→  Restitution @cloudteawrites - OT7 x Reader

series [7/?] | 48k+ | slow burn, poly, mystery, romance

when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

→ Lacuna @barbika1508 - Jungkook x Reader

series [42/42] | 324.3k | Hybrid AU, check for TW | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Lacuna - (n.) a blank space, a missing part

Y/N just wanted to go back home, to enjoy her peace and quiet away from problems and people. But typically, her luck strikes as she stumbles upon a horrific scene of two guys mistreating an already beaten down hybrid. Will she take matters into her own hands and help him? Or let someone else help along the way???

🌷 This is on AO3 and I got a recent ask about author’s tumblr.  So if you prefer AO3 you can check their profile

→ A Hundred Percent Human by wrienne- OT7 x Reader

series [12/?] | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut |

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

🌷 This is on AO3. I don’t normally reco AO3 since my blog is focused on tumblr fics but someone sent an ask about this so I’m including it

→ Inferiority Complex @starlightauroras-writes - Jimin x Reader

series [10/?] | 88k+ | political themes, themes of abuse (hybrids) | A, S

You had never liked hybrids. You disagreed with their very existence, and you never wanted to have anything to do with them. And then one day, you discovered a hybrid who was more scared of you than you were of him, and everything changed as you realised you were the only hope he had…

→ Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - Jimin x Reader

series [16/16] | 20k |  Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she's been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary's Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

→  Summer Nights @marginalmadness - Jungkook x Reader

series [4/4] | 23k | Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance | F, S

A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

→  Risk it All @/httpjeon - Jungkook x Reader

series [5/5] | 8.3k  | hybrid au, alpha wolf!jungkook | A, F, S

ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

🌷 (I linked Chapter 5 because for some reason others couldn’t find this chapter so they thought it’s still incomplete)

→  Outro Love is Not Over @kiirokero - Hoseok x Reader

series [12/?] |  Daycare Teacher!Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho.  But you’re a human.  You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can.  So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

→  It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - TaeKook x Reader

two shot [2/2] | 11k | dom/sub themes, heat cycles | S

What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

🌷 Also try their other Jungkook hybrid series Out of the Blue

→  Peculiar Park @daydreamindollie -  OT7 x Reader

series [9/?] | 38k+ | imagines, slice of life | Writer!Reader, Psychologist!Reader, imagines | fluff

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist who takes in seven hybrids on one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

→ Yeouiju @nomseok - Namjoon x Reader

one shot | 33.7k | Mythical AU, Hybrid AU (if you squint), suspense | A, F, S

you find an ancient stone in the middle of the mountains and bring it home with you, oblivious to the consequences of taking a dragon’s yeouiju.

→ Beautiful Stranger @/nomseok - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 19k | circus AU | A, S, F

your dream is to take care of animals for the rest of your life in the big city, making sure that they’re cared for. but you stumble upon a malnourished, rare tiger in your local circus, and you can’t help but want to take care of him.

→ Evolution of You and I @readyplayerhobi - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | kind of epistolary (letters), chat, childhood friends | F

For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

→  Fish are Friends @httpjeon - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | seahorse hybrid!taehyung | A, S, F

after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

🌷 you know seahorses mate for life and it’s the male that gets pregnant? Interesting huh

→  Pink Panther @gimmesumsuga - Seokjin x Reader

one shot | 13k | boss-employee | F, S

The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are.

→  Ragdoll @ausblack - Jimin x Reader

series [17/17] | Hybrid AU, College AU | F, A

As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

→  Jagged + Catnap  @opaljm - Jimin x Reader

one shot + sequel | 18k |  jaguar/black panther!jimin, sand dune cat!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, established relationship (sequel)| S, F, slight A

The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

🌷 there’s also a possible spin-off for Taehyung (Eye of the Tiger)

→  Owner @jessikahathaway - Jungkook x Reader

series [6/?] | 17.4k | Fake Dating AU, Hybrid AU, based on Kimi Wa Petto (Japanese anime) | F, S, A

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

→ Loving Him Was Red + Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, childhood friends (sorta), college au, jock!jungkook, unrequited love (for OC) | S, F, A

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

I would like to recommend the catalog of these writers:

@ditttiii - so I realize I’m following them on AO3 when I realized the fics looked familiar 🤭. They have an ongoing series called Enchanted to Meet You which you might want to check out if you like Soulmate AUs too! I recently reblogged a Jungkook two-shot comfort fic (hybrid au too) so I recommend going through their masterlist!

@aroseforyoongi - who I discovered because of Gossamer (KTH). It was completed but I think it’s up for re-write/re-post? You can try the others:

Navy Blue - Jungkook [completed]

Forever Yours - Yoongi [one shot, prequel to Navy Blue]

Let Me Love You- Jungkook [one shot]

@magicalsalamander - another favorite author of mine I just feel like I’m reading a great tale every time I start on a series or one shot. They have great fics with supernatural themes too

Rabbit on the Moon - Jungkook | if you’re in the mood for police officer Jungkook [6/6]

The Act of Persuasion - Seokjin | if you are in the mood for Single Dad AU x Arranged Marriage too [one shot]

Firefly that Guards the Fox - Taehyung | if you are in the mood for mystery [11/12 - just epilogue left]

Kitten’s Little Flame - Yoongi | if you like BF to Lovers between dragon and a cat [6/6]

There’s more so please check their Masterlist

@hollyhomburg - I just love Of Fire and Love (hello dragon!yoongi and baby!jungkook? 🥺) But you can check:

their masterlist of all their hybrid fics

Dance to This series which I’ve added to fic recs based on an ask about stories that include members/readers with disability.

Don’t care if it Hurts - Jimin | this is probably my favorite (again I’m a sucker for Mafia AUs) , guard dog hybrid!jimin [12/13, just epilogue]

@angelicyoongie - I got hooked after reading their stories on AO3 but they have tumblr too! Check their masterlist for ongoing hybrid fic (Abundance - OT7)  but these are completed ones:

Desolate - Yoongi, grumypy cat hybrid [14/14]

Out of the Woods - Namjoon, wolf hybrid, strangers to lovers [3/3]

@worldwidebt7 - if you like webtoons! I read parts of Jungkook’s webtoon and I think currently we’re on Yoongi’s story. Access it here

@jincherie - One of the first hybrid fics I remember encountering is Inheritance (MYG). Other fics:

Perihelion - Hoseok, college, roommate, enemies [2/?]

Butterfingers - Namjoon, teacher au, this is cuuuute READ IT if you’re looking for something fluffy [one shot]

4 o’ clock - Taehyung, single dad au (I included this in the singel dad fic recs too) [3/?]

Under the Bridge - Jungkook, found jungkook under the bridge [one shot]

@whitesparrows97 - a writer I discovered because of a Yoongi soulmate fic but I found that they also have other hybrid fics:

Cat’s Cradle - Yoongi, bestfriend [5/5]

Underdog - Taehyung, shifter, brought home what she thought a stray dog [5/5]

@foxymoxynoona - and what would my reco be without foxymoxy? So they have tumblr but their works are on AO3. I’ve listed their current works here but I didn’t include their completed works which are must-reads:

Sugar Fairy - Jungkook, mating, adopted hybrids [48/48]

A Sea of Indigo - Jungkook, ex-fighter [48/48] ⭐⭐⭐

@therealmintedmango - They have a whole masterlist of their hybrid!au fics. I recently finished Kingdom Come and I always remember Jimin from King (for some reason)

@joonbird - check their Zodiac Hybrid Masterlist of one shot per member

There are more (usually one shot per member) but I’ll probably put them in another Fic Rec List for Hybrid AUs. Sorry this list is kind of all over the place (not even organized per member 🤭). But good luck with your modules and I hope these help!

(❁´◡`❁)

[writingfics-passingtime]

Apocalypse (Alibi Drabbles #2)

TASM!Peter x female reader, fluff and comfort

This is the second in a short series of drabbles based on my fic, The Perfect Alibi

Word count: ~2900

CWs: none. totally SFW.

💜 thank you to the amazing @raylan-c for making headers for this drabble series 💜

It was the end of the world.

Because, no - you hadn’t read it wrong. As many times as you refreshed the page and willed the number to be different, it was the same every time.

Sixty-four.

Your throat was the first to tighten, your lips and tongue quickly following suit before a shocked sob burst through. Your eyes felt unnervingly hot. They stung. That ugly crying pressure mounted behind your forehead, your shoulders tensing halfway up your neck as it all built and built until you finally burst.

Alone in your dorm, you cried hard into your pillow as you tried to come to terms with the fact that your grade on your most recent test was, by definition, poor but passing.

D.

Forever on your transcript.

It wasn’t as if this one grade on this one test was going to put your scholarship in jeopardy, but the anxiety cleaving to your chest was the thought that this could be the beginning of a steep, slippery slope down to worse grades and failing the class and losing your scholarship and failing out of college and- oh god. You were stuck in a cycle of catastrophic wondering. A cycle framed by tears and failed attempts at deep breaths for nearly a full hour until you finally got a grip of yourself long enough to remember you wouldn’t have this privacy for much longer; Peter was out on Spider-Man duties tonight, like most nights, and he was sure to climb through your window at some point soon.

So you cleaned up all the tissues, used a makeup wipe on your face just to feel a little more fresh, chugged half a bottle of water to replenish your tears supply, and switched your bedside lamp off. You doubted you’d sleep. That swelling pit in your stomach which threatened to swallow you whole surely promised to keep you awake for the six hours until your next class started. If you couldn’t sleep, your focus would be off, and you wouldn’t retain the information, and then you couldn’t study right, and then you’d nearly fail another-

The familiar gentle landing of Peter’s sneaking form near your window snapped you from your spiral and back to the task at hand: pretend to be asleep. Pretend everything’s fine. Like it did most nights, the window slid open. Seeing the darkened room and your turned-away blanket-covered body, Peter climbed into your room as quietly as he could.

You sensed him crawling along your ceiling all the way to the door before he dropped with nearly no sound at all. If there’d been any sort of fan or white noise in your room you wouldn’t have heard him at all. He picked up the clothes you’d stashed by the door and changed into them before he balled up the Spider-Man suit and placed it in your hamper as per usual. Just as you heard him zip up his sweatshirt, he went dead silent.

As much as you tried to not hold your breath, or to do anything unusual which would give away how upset you were, a surface-level understanding of Peter's heightened senses told you he’d clocked something was off. Knowing that he knew was enough to make you choke back another round of tears, and a small sniff broke through your defences.

He was by your side in a second.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothed in a worried whispered. The bed dipped with his weight pressing down beside you, and the gentle pressure of his kind hand on your upper back was enough to crack the floodgates even further. The embarrassment of that was enough to make you turn more away and shield your face with your hands. “Hey, talk to me.”

You shook your head when you sensed all of Peter’s silent questions, not knowing how to explain that you were crying over something that seemed so silly compared with what he tended to on a regular Tuesday night. He must’ve thought someone died, or that you were hurt or sick or something that made sense to cry over. How much pain had he encountered on the streets of New York that evening, and you were crying over a bad grade? Regressing into the guilt of feeling awful only made you feel even worse.

Seeing you weren’t in the headspace to respond, and that you certainly weren’t calming down at all, Peter leaned down and rested his head against your side while he let his palm draw up and down your back. When that seemed to placate you a bit more, to have his physical strength and comfort around you, he shifted to lie down on his back next to you. With a gentle but firm tug, he turned you over. He let you keep your hand in front of your face, but instead had you rest your head against his chest. Then, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in close.

Your cheeks stung with the burn of your tears and your sheer mortification that someone - that Peter - had found you like this. But his hand cradled the back of your head and the more your cheek sunk into the strength of his body, the longer you settled against his steady heartbeat, and with every gentle sweep of his fingers through your hair, you felt yourself calming. Letting go of the fear of his judgement or the potential for your nose to drip against his sweatshirt, you willingly buried yourself deeper into him as you breaths slowed to be deep, even and peaceful. Before you could unravel an explanation in your head, you’d fallen asleep in his arms.

“Hey.”

A gentle whisper, a hand on your shoulder and the lingering smell of strong, black coffee roused you from your sleep. As soon as you opened your eyes you noticed how stuffy your head felt, how puffy and tight your nose and eyes and ears were with the tears from the night before.

“Oh, god,” you groaned, looking over at Peter’s nervous smile as he crouched next to your bed. Then, panic struck your chest as you noticed it was light outside. “Class,” you gasped, “W-what time is-”

“Hey, hey, chill - we’re not late,” Peter assured and stood as you made to sit up. You felt grossly hungover from your meltdown, right down to the headache and that sticky taste in your mouth. “But are you sure you want to go? I mean-”

“I have to go,” you mumbled and swung your legs over the side of your bed, not quite meeting his eye. “Sorry, Peter,” you sighed.

He didn’t immediately respond with words, instead setting down the coffee he’d brought you on your bedside table before taking a seat beside you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffed, nodded, wiped your nose with the back of your hand. “It’s stupid. It’s just…” you felt your breath catch, tears threatening to spill all over again. “It’s just a D. My GPA will recover,” you laughed humourlessly and stood up. Peter grabbed your hand from where he was sitting, prompting you to look back and down towards him.

“It’s not stupid if it matters to you.”

You tried giving him a thankful smile, but your skepticism towards his sentiment clearly shone through. He squeezed your hand again.

“I’m serious,” he nodded and repeated, “I’m serious. I know how much this means to you. It's not stupid.”

You fumbled over a response. Then, finding none, you just smiled sadly and squeezed his hand before putting on a brave face, picking out a change of clothes, then slipping through to the shared bathroom to have a quick shower.

It was hot and good and woke you up to a new day and unfortunately the reality that last night really had happened. Peter had done his best to assuage your guilt and embarrassment at your reaction, so now your melancholy disposition was a result of the facts at hand: you’d really only gotten a D on that test. The worst part was that you left the room feeling good about it. That for the first time in a long time you’d let it wash right off your shoulders as you moved on with your day. What a stupid mistake for a stupid- no. Don’t go down this path.

Peter was sitting on your bed with his hand over his eyes as you reentered the room, slipping them open for just a second to peer and ask, “Are you decent?”

“Yehes,” you sniffed a laugh and tossed the towel over the hook on the back of your door. “Thank you,” you said sincerely as you walked over to your bedside table and picked up the coffee he’d brought you. He did that a lot, you realised. Said it was “something a boyfriend should do.” But he never once accepted your cash to pay him back. “For the coffee, for… last night. It was nice to not be alone.” You sipped the coffee. It was still hot. “Sorry if I got snot all over your sweatshirt.”

“Oh it’s drenched in your snot,” he teased, obviously joking. “It’s really gross, actually, it’s just caked it in.” You scoffed and nudged his knee with your own before gathering your things to head to the class you two both had. It was the very same class which brought on your very first D. Maybe you should talk to the professor afterwards. Gosh, if you could show your face to her - what if she thought you hardly listened, hardly tried, or just didn't care?

“We should get going,” you ignored his tease, but couldn’t hide the half-grin spreading across your lips.

You walked the almost ten minutes across campus to the lecture theatre and Peter’s arm slung around your shoulder as you got closer, probably because he could hear the way your heart was beating faster. “Ask about a re-sit,” he offered as you two stepped into the building together. “I’m sure Dr. Deshpande would make an exception.”

Biting your lower lip, you nodded and clutched the half-empty coffee cup just a little bit tighter as you and Peter entered the lecture hall. The first thing you noticed was the small line of students waiting to talk to your professor, which made your brow furrow a little bit since that was usually an after-class feature of the lecture. You saw her look somewhat confused, hold up a hand to ask someone to slow down, before leaning down to look through her computer. “She’s asking everyone to sit down,” Peter told you, having an advantage on listening in. “A few people were asking about their results.”

After five minutes, a constantly murmuring buzz of students whispering amongst themselves, one very stressed-looking teaching assistant and one very unimpressed Dr. Deshpande, your lecturer stepped to the centre of the teaching stage and everyone immediately quietened.

“I am afraid there has been a mistake made with the input of grades. As you may recall, the test contained sixty-five questions. It appears the grades were inputted as the total questions correct, instead of the percentage correct - as they should have been,” she tried to not sound annoyed at a nuclear level as people buzzed with relieved whispers of excitement.

Sixty-four. Not sixty-four percent, sixty-four out of sixty-five.

A+.

You whipped your hands up to your face, trying to stop the tears of pure relief which threatened to spill over. Given the sounds from some other students, the feeling was definitely mutual. But Peter slung his arm around your shoulders and his relieved chuckle was enough to stave off the tears and instead make you also laugh a bit in disbelief. Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world.

After trying to pivot your focus from your roller coaster of emotions to the matter at hand - momentum and its properties - you did your best to focus on the lecture instead of Dr. Deshpande’s promise that the grades would be rectified no later than one o’clock in the afternoon.

So there you sat, after lunch, on your bed in your dorm with Peter. Even though you knew your grade, you kept refreshing the page to make sure your teacher's words weren't some kind of hallucination. Peter had made himself comfortable with his long legs crossed in front of him on your bed, his back against your headboard. You opted to sit with your back against the wall, your knees tucked to your chest, feet resting against his shin. You two usually sat like this, even though no one was around to see it.

Finally, the page refreshed and there it was. Ninety-nine. Your loud sigh of relief told Peter the grades had finally been updated, making him chuckle again.

“Feeling better?” He grinned and took a sip of his juice.

“Uh, yeah,” you laughed back and shut the lid, rubbing your sleepy eyes, remembering you only really got a few hours of rest the night before. “What did you get?”

After a few clicks on his own laptop, he made a classic ‘not bad’ face. “Ninety-eight.”

“Ooh,” you clicked your tongue with a wink. “Looks like I got you beat, Parker.”

“Hey,” he pointed an accusing finger at you with a cheeky grin. “Not too long ago you were dripping snot all over my sweatshirt and-”

“-we’ll I’ll clean it, if it’s such a big deal-”

“-and I was very helpful in calming you down and-and I brought you coffee-”

“-yeah, as a boyfriend should!”

You crossed your arms defiantly as Peter grinned and set his drink down on your bedside table. “I’m glad it’s all okay,” he said in a tone so soft it caught you off guard. You uncrossed your arms and smiled back.

“Thank you for staying.”

“You know you can call me, right?” He took a sharp breath in and lowered his eyebrows. “When I’m out there. Any time. You can call me if something’s wrong.”

You smiled, looking down at your feet. “That’s above and beyond your duty as a fake boyfriend.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but… you’re my best friend. That’s real.”

Beyond touched, you felt your jaw go a little slack as you tried to find the words to tell him he was your best friend too. Why was it so hard to say? He looked at you for a few seconds before laughing once or twice to break the tension.

“I’ll take your stunned silence as a mutual declaration of best-friendship,” he took another sip of his drink and wiggled his eyebrows. “Unless you have another friend you wipe your snot all over?”

“Peter!” You kicked at his shin where your feet were still resting against him, making to reach behind you for the pillow between your back and the wall to whack him with. Instead of going through with it, you decided to be cheeky back. “Yeah, fine. I’m the crying friend. But I’m also the smart friend.”

“Oh, ahare you now?” He laughed, placing his drink back on the table.

“Yes,” you raised your nose in the air and crossed your arms. “Mister Ninety-Eight,” you nudged his shins with your foot again, and his eyes flitted down to where they were messing with him.

“Fine, you can be the smart friend,” he started, and you narrowed your eyes at the mischievous gleam in his own. “You’re also the ticklish friend. Let’s not forget that.”

“Well, that’s yet to be proven,” you snarked, trying to hide the way you’d tensed at his playful threat.

Peter’s smile hadn’t quite turned into a smirk but definitely had turned cheeky. “D’you want me to prove it?”

You eyed your move, and the executed it. As you shoved yourself forward to place your seat over his shins, you shot back, “I can do it myself.”

By the time your hands made their way beside you to tickle at the bottoms of his socked feet, Peter’s hands were already around your upper arms. He twitched and laughed and pulled gently (gently for him) on your arms until you couldn’t fight him any more. You grinned at the laughs that’d spilled over his lips as you relented in your fight and resigned yourself to crashing backwards, half into Peter and half onto your mattress.

“You sure I’m the ticklish friend?” You giggled as you held your hands up in self-defence. “Those were some cuhute little laughs, Peter,” you kept giggling, shooting your gaze between his hands and his face.

He scoffed and nodded, narrowing his eyes as he made quick work of breaking past your defences. “Say that again,” he warned loudly as he dug his fingertips in your sides and lower ribs. You yelped and squirmed as he pinched and prodded at the sensitive places on your sides, all you could really do was half-heartedly push at his hands.

“Okahay, okay fine- Peheter!” You squealed and kicked your legs as you writhed under his hands, eyes shutting, laughter bursting from your lips. As much as you tried to fight him, it was worthless. He didn’t stop until you admitted, out loud, that you were the ticklish friend.

After being worn down from his attack, tired from the lack of sleep and emotional exertion of the previous night and early morning hours, before you knew it was happening, for the second time in a single day you fell asleep on Peter Parker.

And he smiled as you did.

[cebwrites]

helping their s/o with cramps (law, ikkaku)

a/n: hhhhhh cev is dying from shark week related issues so here’s some food for my homies who, too, are plagued with the accursed blood-moon no gn reader this time tho, sorry ;w;

transmasc reader (law), he/they law fem reader (ikkaku), transfem ikkaku word count: 0.9k

Law

You’re flat on your face in your room, you can’t move - it hurts too much

Your captain huffs about the crew not taking their jobs seriously at first, as the Heart pirates are known to goof of at the best of times, but once they realize that you’re not fooling around Law starts being a bit more compassionate; apologizing through actions rather than words as usual

They might not have the same parts to deal with it, but Law’s a competent enough adult to know that you wouldn’t be faking it and wouldn’t make you work through it if possible - he’s also clobbering the other transmasc idiots on the crew who try to power through their pain by ‘working it off’ and end up more hurt than helped

The heat of the sub doesn’t help, it makes you a little touch repulsed on top of the dysphoria that shark week typically brings, but being able to lay your head in their lap while Law runs his fingers through your hair is always a welcome comfort

Law still coops up in his office per usual, even while the blood-moon tears through you, because they’re a creature of habit - but you are allowed to bundle up in a blanket on the couch in there and moan in pain about how pUt UpOn and uNLoVed you are for not being kissed right this instant

Periodically, when Law gets out of their chair to stretch - doing so more often with you there, yowling at him - you’ll get those kisses, maybe even cuddles if your captain’s feeling generous (only if the ocean’s blue)

Of course, Law personally oversees any medication you take for this if you do, making sure to prescribe the right doses to ease your pain, monitoring closely for side effects, changing up your meds if they aren’t working like they used to, and looking out for conditions that afab people are more susceptible to like UTIs

If you don’t, a hot water bottle and home made comfort snacks from Pengy are just as appreciated - Law will also be damned if they don’t make sure you’re hydrating, especially with how much you’d sweat out in parts of the Tang that aren’t air conditioned, when you’re well enough to work at least little 

They’ll also waste no time picking you up bridal style and shambles’ing you right back to his office if he feels like you’re overexerting yourself, no ifs ands or buts about it

When you’re feeling down and out about things, particularly because of dysphoric reasons, Law will crawl into bed next to you and simply hold you close, murmuring soft affirmations that assure you’re still his man no matter what hellish functions your body puts you through every month - and mi cielo, given that you’re comfortable with it, Law would be more than happy to remove those offending parts for you

But if not, he’s just as content to keep you in their arms until the cramps and nasty thoughts subside, warming you with their body heat, pressing sweet nothings to your cheek and temple 

Ikkaku

Oh honey, querida, come hereeee

The moment you tell her that it’s that time again and you’re not feeling too great because of it, she’s immediately sweeping you off your feet - really it doesn’t take a lot for Ikkaku to spoil you anyway, but this is a ‘special’ case according to her

Though she doesn’t go through the exact same symptoms as you, hrt sure does know how to make a gal feel like a woman in more ways than one - all inclusive of migraines, bloating, mood swings, cravings, etc, the whole shebang

So when your cycles do line up, your captain is courteous enough to allow the two of you a few days off to recoup/be sappy together in your bedroom and roll around in shared pain - you curled up in a ball from abdominal cramps, and Ikkaku faced down in her pillows because any fraction of light makes her migraines infinitely worse

You’re still holding hands under the covers, though

She still gets her work done of course, she’s got a reputation to keep, but Law doesn’t pay much mind when Ikkaku asks for a little time to take care of you so long as someone else can fill in the gaps, to which anyone in the Heart crew is more than understandable about, and considering there’d be at least a few hands volunteering to pick up the slack in at any given moment, Law doesn’t worry too much about it

Ikkaku’s there to hold you and tiredly mumble embarrassing compliments about and to her princesa in the crook of your neck, whining when you have to get away because it’s become too hot to cuddle, and get warm water bottles/drinks and snacks for the two of you to munch on in bed before one of the other crew members eventually yells at her for unnecessarily tracking crumbs into the dormitories again

During the last couple of days of your cycles where things are okay enough for you two to get back to work, she’ll plant you in her lap (or hers in yours) and firmly claim that this is vital for a proper recover - not at all for easy kiss and affection access - plus, the heat helps with cramps, and all everyone else does is give the two of you a flat look before minding their own business again

Your captain least of all has any ground to stand on this, considering how much of a lovestruck mess their partner is, and the lovey-dovey nonsense he ends up participating in, whenever the Hiraishin lot are over, so really the Heart Pirates get to be as affectionate and sappy as their namesake implies  ♥️