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[fragrantpines]

Hello! Can i have Hu-Geng with the lemon tea prompt please? Love your writing!

Of course, it will be my pleasure 💕

(Link to prompt request/prompt list post)

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

Hu-Geng

▪︎ Mornings with Hu-geng are calm. He's prepared everything for you the night before to ensure that nothing will disturb your well deserved sleep, including himself.

▪︎ There are many mornings where he rises up earlier than you, a habit of his that has yet to break even now. He doesn't feel tired one bit, especially when he gets to wake up right next to you, watching you sleep peacefully with a quiet smile.

▪︎ When it's time for you to wake up, he's already dressed and ready to serve you. Want a change of clothes? Here, freshly ironed. Want him to brush your teeth? He'll laugh but do it in a heartbeat. Want him to give a good morning kiss? Of course, right away.

▪︎ Even when the two of you are preparing for the day together, he'll still tend to you first, making sure that you are dressed appropriately and well taken care of before him. It's in his genes (ingredients? seasoning?) to take care of you and he'll never give that job to anyone else, not even you ww

“Hu-geng, I can do this by myself.”

You look away bashfully, red dusting across your cheeks as Hu-geng buttons up your shirt in a swift manner. He looks up at you apologetically before replying, "I'm sorry, young master. It's just that I've been doing this for you for so long that my hands moved on their own.”

Despite saying that, he doesn't stop for even a minute. After buttoning up your shirt, he places you in front of the mirror and picks up a brush, making sure that it's of the utmost quality before combing through your hair, humming a soft lullaby that was starting to push you into the realm of unconsciousness.

“If you keep spoiling me like this, then I might become a bad spoiled child.” You whisper sleepily, speaking out whatever was on your mind without filter.

His combing hand suddenly pauses, making you lift your head up to meet his wide blown eyes in the mirror. If you looked closely, you could see small blush starting to form on his face, or was that the sunlight bouncing off his face? You didn't know and you didn't have time to ask when he suddenly bends down and kisses the time of your head, pulling away with an endearing smile stretched across his face.

“The young master will always be a good child in my eyes,” he states seriously, honesty brightening his eyes. “As for being spoiled, I believe that it's only right for me to do at least this much as your companion and lover.”

Gently, he covers your hand with his own, intertwining your fingers together before pulling them to face him, pressing a firm kiss on the inside of your palm before smiling at you through the mirror.

“If this is considered as spoiling you, then please allow me to continue doing so. After all, you deserve to be spoiled even more than now, and I'll continue to take care of you no matter what befalls us in the future.”

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆New Years🎊☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞‼️NOT SAFE FOR WORK‼️🔞

☆ trans!bot!Miguel O'Hara / amab!dom!reader

☆ 2k words

☆ late (I faced multiple family issues during the first few weeks of January, so sorry for the delay 😭😭)

☆ words such as cunt, pussy, cock and hole are used to describe Miguel's genitalia

☆ please correct me if I missed anything 😓

°○☆ nsfw under the cut ☆○°

The sound of fireworks. Loud and colorful. One would expect to walk outside and see the display of reds and blues. Even purple or green. Or a wonderful mix of hues patterned together.

Fireworks were symbolic. Fireworks were for to celebrate the new year coming ahead. To celebrate the birth of new months to spend with the people you love the most and to make thanks for the previous year and all of its challenges and shortcomings.

Other people had parties over it. Charcuterie bords plated with soft cheeses and salty cold cuts, added with a side of fruits and oranges. Not to mention the flaky biscuits.

Other people spent time together. Blowing their horns and rambunctiously declaring out their love for all people to hear on the top of their lungs until their throats burned and their ears stung.

You and Miguel decided to spend time together. Of course, a blend of the two given directions to spend the birth of a brand new year.

There was a party held in HQ for the other spiderpeople who were also celebrating new years eve and you and Miguel enjoyed it but had leave sooner on account of celebrating it on your own with him.

"You do realize i could have bought all of that for you" Miguel says with his eyebrows raised. While feeding himself a piece of unflavored biscuit dipped in cream and biting down on the snack. His large hands made it look miniature..

"Well I wanted to treat you, obviously. It isn't fair if you're getting me so much. It's the least i could do. Especially for today." You mention as you sip your wine and smile. Leaning against the circular couch and watching the muffled fireworks from outside pop into colorful combinations with your loving husband.

"I like the Queso de Bola from your universe." Miguel mentions with a huff and a smile then buries his face on your shoulder to lean on it. You snort, then decide to speak, "There isn't a difference between the one from mine and yours... even if it's from the future. It's.. still a cheese ball"

"Yeah. But I can taste the difference. The ones I've got were made by machines. Not cows." You shrug. He has a point. But despite that there isn't much a difference in flavor.

Eventually you two settle on finishing up the charcuterie board and drink the wine you two had. Mundane conversations about life. All the while you had your hands on Miguel's stomach whole you cuddled with him from the back.

He was talking about atomic particles and the more he explained the more wine he drank. Despite his tolerance he became tipsy quicker than you both had planned. Not that anything changed. He just became more clingy and open. And a little sleepy. It was adorable to see honestly. Though, there was no doubt the warmth growing inside of yours and his stomach.

It settles with you both lying down in bed watching some movie that you can't really focus on right now because Miguel's kissing your neck and rubbing his clothed pussy against your thigh. The kisses were alright. You spared some back. But the sudden wetness you felt when his hips moved on your leg had snapped your attention to him.

You finally got your eyes off of the movie and looked at him. Most of his face is buried onto the plush pillows but his eyes had that half lidded look that always made you feel warm. Everywhere. He needed something. He needed you.

You both have done this before. More than once. Of course, he was your husband and he has needs. He has a lot of needs. And you were always receptive of fulfilling them.

Without a word you reached over to him without moving the sheets away and traced your hand down his body. He closes his eyes and sigh softly. Adjusting his own body so that it was now facing the ceiling. Snug right beside you with the blanket covering everything you two were doing.

Your palm brushed against his pecs. So soft. You squeezed on the muscle and he twitches and hums in response. You apologize by kissing his cheek.

You go lower and your hand is on his muscles. Thumb tracing against his torso. He was breathing faster and his squirmed a little. Impatient. You apologized by kissing his nose.

Your hand reaches the spot he had needed you to touch. His warm wet cunt. You wanted to tease him but decided against it. It was new years after all. Why derive your husband of the pleasure he deserved? As a little thank you gift for just being here with you. For existing. Because he loved you and you loved him and nothing will change that. Especially another year to spend with your darling husband.

He groans a little. With the way your fingers rub his cock, and graze against his hole. Overall spreading the wetness. The warmth that is, Miguel. You use your thumb to rub at the slit softly but fast enough for his liking. He pants and turns his head so that it's buried on your neck. His breathing is labored and he does as much as to lick at and bite your neck. His hand rubbing against your clothed throbbing cock to share his own effort.

You groan at the touch. Close your eyes for a second to focus fully on the way you pleasure him and how he pleasures you. You move your fingers down, 3 of them, entering his sopping cunt. Your thumb flicking his clit while moving your fingers back and forth and curling your fingers to press down on a spongey spot that has his seeing stars.

He whines. Growls? Could be both. What mattered was that it felt good his warm pussy felt around your three fingers that moved in a way that had him curling his toes. He gets your fat cock out of your boxers and strokes it properly. Now your distracted. Your fingers move a little erratically inside of his hole. Sucking more in. Greedy little thing.

You continued moving your fingers. In and out. Curling your fingers up at a degree that caressed his gspot in the right ways. Your thumb stimulating his cock. He was shivering. Not from the cold, a blanket ensured that. He shivered with the way your hands moved inside of him. For a moment he stops stroking you because his hands gripped the sheets tightly.

He chokes. And you move your head to kiss him. It's messy. Sloppy. But it's full of love. It's always full of love. Everything you do for this man has always over-poured itself with so much love, he even doubted if he deserved it at some point. Not that you wanted to linger on the thought. Because he deserved so much more.

And when he cums. You're there for him. He whines out when you prolong his orgasm with a few more strokes of your fingers. Thrusting in and out at his usual preferred pace whilst flicking his cock with your thumb. The more he gasps out while his gangs graze your tongue the better. He knows you love him he knows.

You're not even finished with him. Oh no you weren't.

Not when you moved the covers away from his beautiful legs and moved yourself to face in front of him. His eyes were lidded and he had himself waiting for you, legs spread and revealing his vulnerability in its full glory. Only for you. Always for you. You leaned down, kissing his legs. Every scar littered on his skin you appreciate quietly with a soft peck of your lips, maybe a soft bite or two. You can smell his heat approaching the further you go down and it's exciting but you have to remind yourself to be patient.

You leave a kiss on his happy trail and the little bit of soft fat on his abdomen, not giving it what it wants at first. Take it slow. Just the way he likes it. To take your time appreciating him and his body. And when your tongue will part the dark curls coated on his cunt and land your tongue on his hole, hold him down while he squirms and throw his head back.

You'll lap up the slick that's been dripping down his pussy lips since his earlier orgasm and drink it up the more you lick deeper, nose budging his clit. Hold him down, please do. With the way he'll call out your name and arch his back the faster you pressing your tongue deeper in his walls. He'll squeeze you inside whenever you prod and press against that area that has his pussy creaming all over again. When he comes, again, he squirts this time. At this point it's easier to drink up now that you're nearer to him.

He's so sensitive and his clit is throbbing. He's twitching against the bed and his grip on the sheets are evidently strong. Luckily he had made a way to make his bedsheets harder to tear so there was no damage done. He could tear and pull and scratch all he could but nothing would be damaged. Other than perhaps you, some red angry marks here and there on your back.

Like the ones forming now, with your face pressed against his and your own throbbing cock rubbing against his own heat. Wet shy slickness. Rubbing your girth against his clit and he can only whine and make half assed growls, demanding you to go faster. He's cute isn't he? All desperate like that, legs spread trying so hard to get your dick inside him, whilst his ankles pressed against your spine trying to thrust you in himself.

And when you give him what he wants he'll scream again. He'll scream your name. He'll scream because he can feel your cock parting his warm, creamy walls. The soft and humid interior of his pussy. It has you both seeing stars. Just as colorful as the fireworks from earlier. You ram into him and the deeper you go he has his eyes rolling back and his words falling into mumbles. Soft moans and slight growling.

Words you'll hear would be please and thank you. Then it'd turn into curses and demands. Him asking you to hurry up. And if you thrusted into him just right he'd return back to his more polite pleads.

You can feel him squeezing so good around your cock. His hole, slick and just sucking you in. The crown of your cock hitting his cervix and it drove him hazier. He laughs, because the intensity of it all has him in a precious, soft, fuzzy delirious state and you kiss his forehead. To make it all better.

His walls squeeze at you. And it feels so fucking good it's driving you insane and he swears he can feel you deep back in his throat. Because he chokes on his own noises for a good second before his head falls back and he whines again. Rutting against the knowledge of you knowing you'd end up filling him to the brim. Stuffing him full of your cum and your scent will just overwhelm him because you're his and he's yours and anything about you. Your personality, your voice, your scent. He wants every ounce of it and it only multiplies I'm sensation when he knows he's leaking with your love. Your scent and your very DNA in its pure form, as Miguel thinks to himself.

Well, one thing or another, the thought of you filling him up again has him squeezing you and he squeals because it's all so much. Too much. The way you kiss his face and mutter praises into his ears, your hands spreading his legs apart while the head of your cock hits him deep and I'm talking deep. He cums on your cock and arches his back, mouth opened for a silent scream as he growls next and twitches. Claws digging further into your back, he'd apologize for that tomorrow morning.

Right now he was focusing on experiencing the best fucking orgasm he's had for this year. This precious, brand new year. With you and in this bed. When he cums his pussy squeezes you and you couldn't help it either. Coming undone as well with a groan and filling him up full. Miguel's gasps because the sheer warmth of you is making him feel full. Feeling fulfilled. It could be for whatever reason but no matter what it'd be he's so happy to be here with you because he loves you so much and he's so full of your love. Literally.

One things for sure, you were willing to go a little longer. To thank him for being here with you..

(A/N: it's finally here!!! I'm really sorry for the delay afhfhrjjf (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ) but that's no excuse, so I finally finished this work :) I hope you guys like it. I'll make more soon. Please be patient with me ♡)

[bajibitch]

Bad ways the relationship can end.

Kazutora, Haruchiyo, and Takeomi

Warnings: abuse

▪︎Kazutora▪︎

Whenever he felt upset with something that's been bothering him, concerning your relationship, he would have a big temper. He’d be talking in a way that has you thinking he’s only trying to argue, but you could handle that, even when he raised his voice. It would end with the two of you coming to an understanding and fixing up the room if he messed it up. But different topics, such as cheating, brought out something new.

You held your face, blindsided by his reaction, sitting in a chair while he asked for an explanation. While he screamed about betrayal, all you could think about was how easy it was for him to raise a hand to you. If he had proof, you could understand, but he didn't. He was going off the words of someone you didn't know. There was no question about whether or not it was true, and it wasn't, so now what happens? He said it wouldn't happen again, but that wasn't a chance you were willing to take. Maybe you‘d come around when he’s not quick to take someone's word.

▪︎Haruchiyo▪︎

He made it clear that he’d never back you up if you were doing something that deserved a punishment like disrespecting his boss, interfering with their plans, harming the members, and other valid reasons. If he supported your actions it’d just lead to a sinister punishment for you so the best he’d do is not be there when it happens because he knows he’ll just be hurting himself over something you could have avoided. Even though he hates what you did he’d still be there to patch you up when they were done.

It was fair, if you deserved it he'd allow it, but where was he to stop them from hurting you when you didn't? What did he do when you needed him? He held you down when they hurt you, teasing you while you suffered because he agreed that you could've been nicer. You knew he wasn't usually like that, he was only out of character because he was doing drugs, but it was hard to forget his face, that mocking voice in your ear was too much for you to try staying. How could you stand to be around him when he's attached to something that eats you up at night? He didn’t want things to end but knew it’d be wrong to ask so much of you.

▪︎Takeomi▪︎

He wore a sorry look on his face, staring at the counter as he confessed to what all he's done when he was away on a trip to Greece. He said he didn't want you to go because you had things to do, you had a business to run and there was so much stuff you wanted to finish. You felt stupid remembering how you thought he was supportive when he just wanted to keep you from stopping his fun.

You doubted yourself in the past when he would give you over-the-top gifts and apologies, but now you were sure that the diamond ring was given to you so he could always have someone waiting for him. He wasn't in love he just needed you to be there when he couldn't find someone around that piqued his interest, you were the perfect filler; fulfilling his needs though yours aren't met, entertaining him when there's no one else, and taking care of him when he's feeling down.

His confession would‘ve had you in tears in the past and you would even scream about how he betrayed you, but you were no longer surprised. It was going to be the same script unless you changed the story since he didn't plan on doing it anytime soon, so you did the best you could to get a new ending. What was the point of him keeping that sorry look on his face? He should be proud of himself. Without you around, he can keep having fun.

[applecoreart]

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[mysticbewitched]

What Do Masters Do?

◇ Ask yourself this for a moment.

Let's talk about royal kings and queens as an example for a second.

Kings and queens are the masters of their castle, right. As prime royalty, they get to relax and chill out on their beautiful throne in peace and luxury while all their workers in the castle take care of every single thing they want. Kings and queens never have to lift a finger, all they need to do is command what they want and their workers take care of everything for them - no questions asked.

The king or queen just has to say to one of their workers, "Lucius, I want this-"

And Lucius the worker responds back with, "Yes, my king" or "Right away, my queen."

The kings and queens know the work is being completed and they can simply relax in peace knowing with security and confidence that what they want is already accomplished. Lucius and the rest of the workers in the castle has it all taken care of. There's no need to fret, worry, or stress over anything.

Another example: wealthy people with butlers

What about super insanely rich people? They get to relax on their ass in peace with confident security just like kings and queens do because whatever they want gets fulfilled - no questions asked. If they want something, they tell the butler what they want and the butler goes, "Yes, master." - boom. It is done.

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This is exactly how you should view your yourself with the physical world. You are the master of your own reality. Your reality is just like a butler obeying your commands. You decide that you already have your desire, you persist in calm and secure confidence knowing with certainty that it's already done and inevitable, then the law handles everything else for you. How easy and simple is that?

View your reality as your servant, your butler - because you are the master in charge here. You have total authority over your own world and what you say goes, no matter what. Your reality has no choice, but to say yes to your command and give you exactly what you desire. It doesn't matter what you want, the outer world of shadows will conform to your every desire.

You are the only manifesting power in your world and your reality has no choice but to hand whatever you want on a silver platter. You want something? Bam. Just say the word and it is done. Persist in knowing whatever you want is inevitable and be confident in that knowing no matter what. All you have to do is know and understand that you are the master of your own reality. Don't doubt yourself, you are the one in charge.

Masters do not worry because they know everything is taken care of and what they want is already a done deal. When you know for sure that you are the master of your own reality, there's no worrying. You know with confidence that what you want is already a done deal and inevitable to materialize in the outer world.

The world is your butler and you are the master of it all. You give commands to your reality and your desires have no other choice than to show up simply because you said so.

Reminder: you are the powerful master giving out all the commands to your reality and the law of assumption has got your back at all times because everything you want is already taken care of. - It is the law.

Stop thinking from the victim mentality and start thinking like a master.

Masters command their orders without giving a fuck and they will not take no for an answer. Masters know with certainty that they are hot shit and they are entitled to getting whatever they want. Masters are secure, self-confident, and boldly stubborn when it comes to their commands. This is how you should be with your desires - you are infinitely powerful, so do NOT ever take no for answer. Keep persisting because you will get everything you desire and more. It is already done and inevitable.

You are the master, so manifest your shit.

So wear your crown and just sit back on your throne in relaxation and security. Know that all your desires are already done and inevitable. Enjoy that wonderful feeling. Simply persist in that knowing and voila. You have it all. You are fucking royalty. You are the powerful master. This is your world and nothing can ever change that. Decide that you already have whatever you want and it is done.

[wigglediggleswivvel]

This was a WIP that I abandoned it was supposed to be about Ed getting beat up by protestors thinking he's a cop and Oswald takes care of him, this makes absolutely no sense at all but what the hell.

It was a very busy day at the GCPD and Ed is running around fulfilling tasks that aren't even part of his salary, God he hated this, they were understaffed now because some random low life criminals decided to shoot up the place, lucky for him he wasn't in the bullpen but in the examination room once again rummaging through a corpse he wasn't supposed to touch.

He really should be more respectful, what with the dead cops and grieving families outside their building begging for justice they would not be able to give anytime soon, the crooks were wearing masks and ran away in a car as soon as they finished shooting up the place.

"Nygma get over here and look over these files!" Detective yells, he scurried over to him and immediately he shoves a pile of files into his arms.

Honestly…

"What exactly am I supposed to be looking for detective?" 

"Anything, a mobster is definitely behind this, ain't no way a bunch of criminals would jus' shoot up a place full of cops for no reason." 

"That doesn't narrow it down Detective." 

"Ugh just look for any mobster who has beef with the GCPD, look Falcone, Maroni heck look up Fish Mooney while yer' at it." 

"Yes Detective." 

"Great, fucking bastards think they can get away with this! Thirteen cops dead and we barely made a dent on the case!" Harvey Bullock slams his mug down on his desk, spilling cold coffee on the surface littered with files of all sorts." 

"Hey Ed can you come over here a sec?" Jim Gordon calls  for him, quickly Ed heads over, holding the files in his arms. "Yes Detective?" 

"Can you brew up another pot of coffee? I'd do it myself but I've got all this work and—" 

"Not to worry Detective I'll make a fresh pot and bring you some, I'll just put these files in my office." 

"Great your a lifesaver." Jim pats him on the shoulder and Ed nearly cringes at the physical contact but quickly he smiles and thanks the Detective, leaving to put the files on his desk.

"Yo Nygma! Get these bullet casings to evidence will ya!" A cop calls.

"Yeah this too!" Another cops puts a torn piece of fabric in a plastic baggie on top of the bullet casings and files, Ed smiles instead of answering, nodding his head, he's walking all around the bullpen, putting the files on his desk, going to evidence and putting away the bullet casings and fabric, then he heads over to the break room where others are sleeping and he starts a fresh pot, the scent waking the officers and having them crave a cup of coffee.

After he's done Ed walks back down the stairs with a steaming mug in his hand and setting it down on the desk, the Detective thanks him and returns to sifitng through papers in a manner that suggested how disorganized Jim Gordon was. 

Fucking finally he can start on the files.

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Six hours…

Six hours and he's found absolute nil. Detective Bullock was going to give him an earful when he comes by to ask for information.

It's past midnight now, the moon is high in the sky and from what it says on his watch its currently three in the morning, fuck he needs to get home, Oswald is probably pissed at him now.

He rushes out the bullpen, only a few are left on their desks, some asleep some looking at files and papers, he sees Detective bullocks with his feet up, leaning against his chair with a hat covering his face, Jim on the other hands is focused reading a file while sipping at his coffee, he had moved the coffee machine and put it on an empty desk with an extension and the entire tray of instant coffee packets were on the desk as well.

[hyuniyz]

𓆩♡𓆪 wiping off their kisses !

ft. stray kids

contains. annoyed members. dramatic hyunjin. lots of kissing.

◟▪ bangchan [ 방찬 ]

probably on to you tbh. don't try it with him because when he sees you wiping your lips right after he placed a loving smooch on it he's just gonna be like "okay" with a really serious face. belive me when I say his lips are not going to be near yours for the whole day. when you mention it to him he'll just say it's punishment for rejecting his love the first time. he doesn't kiss you until you've accepted defeat. doesn't need convincing though. when you place a kiss on his lips as an apology he'll melt and pull you in for more until your lips are bruised.

◟▪lee know [ 리노 ]

you're just playing yourself if you do this. he literally had to put away his lunch to kiss you and this is how you treat him?? he'll giggle loudly when he sees you rubbing the spot on your lips where he kissed until his whole face just drops. yk that video where he poses for pictures with hyunjin but as soon as the camera turns off he's like 😐 exactly like that."do you wanna die?" he's not joking. "time for a new girlfriend I guess.." threatens to leave you unless you kiss him. he'll be stealing quick kisses for the rest of the day.

◟▪ changbin [ 창빈 ]

he was leaving to bring coffee for the members because he's nice like that. he's pulling on his shoes when you shout from the kitchen asking for a kiss. he's so blushy and smiley when he comes to peck you that you almost feel bad but seeing his reaction when you wipe his kiss off is worth it. stops malfunctioning. okay maybe he's not gonna surprise you with ice-cream. the audacity??? he is not amused. he's not gonna be leaving the house without a normal kiss. you lose count as he keeps planting kisses to your lips without breaks as to not give you time to wipe it. by the time he's done you're a giggling mess and he seems proud to be the cause of it. safe to say you lost.

◟▪ hyunjin [ 현진 ]

he's so dramatic pls. highkey judging you. are you fr rn? he'll kiss you again but this time he knocks your hand away as soon as you try to lift it. when you still manage to wipe it. he springs up from his place and announces that he's gonna find a replacement for you. he leaves and comes back just as quick with I.N now by his side. "now if you excuse me, I'm gonna be with my lovely boyfriend who actually appreciates my kisses." while I.N just watches on cluelessly with a face that suggests that he did not agree to this. he'll sit with I.N besides you on the couch and pretend that you're not there. he won't budge until you've kissed all his favourite spots and apologised.

◟▪ han [ 한 ]

dramatic 2.0. "yah! knock that out!" he's so?? are you in your right mind? is this how you treat your lovely boyfriend that fulfils all your requests. don't do this to him unless you want to get physical because he doesn't hesitate to spring up and start bouncing like he's actually preparing for a fight. "it was joke oml why does your aggressive ass never miss a chance to fight." he'll come to kiss you and when you melt into the kiss instead of pulling away he'll hum as if to say "that's what I thought."

"you can never resist these sexy lips."

◟▪ felix [ 필릭스 ]

this cutie omg. he abandons his brownies to kiss you when you pucker your lips expectantly. pauses halfway while walking to the oven when he sees you wipe your lips. he just brushes it off because maybe he got some syrup on your lips accidentally or something. he doesn't think too much of it until you ask for another one. he pecks you quickly again only for you to wipe it away. blinks at you for a minute straight. he doesn't get what you're playing at until he remembers the video he saw on tiktok yesterday and realisation sinks in. he'll giggle loudly as soon as he registers it while you just stare at him surprised by his sudden outburst. did you break him? he's so happy help "you're so cute" while you're just like??? it really isn't possible to prank him

◟▪ seungmin [ 승민 ]

he is confusion. he doesn't process what you're doing until the third try where you lift your hand and he just smacks it away. this mf would probably headbutt you ong. he keeps kissing you but you don't budge and wipe your lips everytime. he's fed up by the seventh try and just leaps away from you, pretending that he can't look at you anymore. "I'm sorry, I can't be seen with such embarrassing company" doesn't come near you the rest of the day. he screeches before running away whenever you move towards him with your lips puckered. at the end of the day when you apologise he's still gonna be like "deserved" like mf what do you mean 🙁

◟▪ jeongin [ 아이엔 ]

why would you do this to him. he'll be so lost when you wipe away the kiss you asked for but he'll kiss you again because there is no way you're winning this. his mouth is hard and unrelenting when it presses on to yours and you're humming into the kiss because if you're being honest this is kind of what you were hoping were. the challenge is long forgetten and you chase after his lips when he pulls away. he looks so proud of himself like he didn't just take your breath away. he's so fine.

[pavo-ocell-me]

I was threatened into writing a request, guess I’ll have to go with angst— /jk

This might be different from your usual requests, but it would be good to give some of the best kiddos in Mondstadt some happiness.

Could I request some headcanons for Noelle and Bennett getting what they desire the most? For example, I imagine Noelle’s would be becoming a Knight and Bennett’s would be getting a consistent adventure team. How would their personality change? What would we as the traveler/reader notice about them? How do they tell us the news? Sweet fluff like that. It’s a let them be happy challenge. 😤

I swear this will be fluff I swear this will be fluff as I was writing those words i got an idea for angst wtf,,, Most of this is character-centric but both have a smidge of reader content, as an x reader blog they're romantic jajsjs or are they? Another light light angst idea someone stop me

》▪︎Noelle 

How would their personality change?

Noelle, having already been very self-assured in her abilities, is now more confident in herself. Self-esteem is a long-term commitment, but she's familiar with those. Her armor and Favonian crest act as both physical and psychological protection from external and internal threats. She struggles to not clean things regularly and secretly brings some compact cleaning supplies on patrol. Just in case.

Sometimes, if her patrol route allows, she'll sit under Windrise, a rose in her hand and a nostalgic smile on her face. And every year, when dispatched to Liyue for cargo escort, she stops at a certain tea shop and ends her day listening to tall tales at Third-Round Knockout, wishing you were there.

She appreciates that you extended to offer to travel together, but in all her years of pleasing others, she's where she wants to be and she's putting herself first. No one is worth leaving the Knights, not even someone she loves because finally, finally she's fulfilled herself.

 What would we as the traveler/reader notice about them? 

Her head is held higher, she's as poised as ever, and she's less nervous. Although she's achieved her goal, her will is still as strong as it was before. After all, performance exams are still exams. She's gotten this far, and she's here to stay.

She invites you on patrol with her when you're in town and brings you back to Windrise when she can, presenting you with a rose every time. She's been to your teapot several times before and it never fails to make her smile when seeing the large vase of roses Baizhu has, upon request, made more resilient.

How do they tell us the news?

If you're not a crier then the end to this is not for you lmao dw its fluff I'm just a baby

"Aha! There you are, Traveler. How are things? I'm sure you've brought plenty of whimsical foreign gifts back for me."

"Kaeya! What a surprise, I wasn't aware the Knights did welcoming committees."

"Only ever for you, sweetheart," he teased. "Come with me, we have something planned."

"We?"

"Oh, did I say we?" A knowing smirk played on his lips. Without another word, he took off, and you had no choice but to follow.

He took you to lunch at Good Hunter, purposefully making as much idle chit-chat as possible to see you squirm until…

"Kaeya! As lovely as this is, I have someone I really need to see. We can grab lunch tomorrow, but I'm dying to see her."

"Hm, she should be done by now anyways. Too fast at cleaning for her own good, I suppose."

"Are you talking about… I can't believe you were here to stall me!" you scoffed. "Hm, wouldn't she have any cleaning done in advance though? Is everything alright?"

"You'll see," was all he gave before briskly walking away, leaving you with nothing to do but follow. 

》▪︎《

Kaeya left you at her door with a wave, likely off to skirt paperwork. You knocked firmly, excited to see your dear friend after so long. Noelle whipped open the door, a surprise on it's own, but nothing was more astounding than the armor she wore.

"By the Seven… finally! Finally they let you pass!" You threw your arms around her, luggage forgotten on the cobble.

She blushed but didn't shy away like usual, instead returning your hug with vigor. "Yes! It seems visiting you in Liyue was just what I needed, these past 6 months have been nothing but vigorous and I felt so much more capable after our time together. I ended up passing! I was going to send you a letter, but by the time my custom armor was delivered I'd received your last letter! I'm so happy you're here."

You drew back, hands still on her pauldron-clad shoulders as you examined her face. She seemed more… well, just more. She was still Noelle, bashfulness and all, but it was more flustered than embarrassed.

One of your hands dropped to her sternum, fingers playing over the Favonian crest that gleamed there.

"You look so dignified," you whispered with a smile.

"And you look absolutely radiant."

That was a surprise.

Before you could ask, she continued. "Come with me to Windrise."

》▪︎《

Silence was regular between the two of you, comfortable even. No matter how much or how little you wanted to say, Noelle was a calming presence and silence fell naturally.

After stopping a moment to offer your respects to Barbatos, she had you follow her around the tree. You smiled, remembering the last time you were here. Noelle was turning a handmade paper rose in her hands— just like she was now? She must have brought one with her, how cute.

"Y/N… before I give this to you, do you know the meaning of a rose?"

"Of course! You gave me one last time we were here, a promise to be my confidant."

She grinned at the memory, but gently shook her head. "Remember the Traveler? When they were here, they told me what a rose means where they are from. Y/N, this rose represents all the secrets I've kept from you. You see, I was waiting until I reached knighthood before declaring this, and it has happened all too fast. However, one thing I'm sure of is what this rose means. In giving you this rose… I give you my heart. That is what the Traveler told me. I hope you will accept." She held the paper creation out to you, determined eyes fixed on your shocked ones.

"Oh, Noelle… " she faltered seeing your eyes glaze over and hearing your voice waver. "All this time I've been warring within myself whether or not to put myself out there or wait for you to take the first step. I've wanted to be with you for years now, I cherish you and all that we have so dearly," you rushed quietly, gingerly plucking the rose from her fingers and cradling it to your chest.

And so you sat under Windrise, a paper rose in one hand and the hand of your new lover in the other.

》▪︎Bennett

How would their personality change?

He'd mature a bit, being slower to blame things on bad luck since he's realized good things DO happen, sometimes they just come slower. He's more careful, taking responsibility for being too reckless with the excuse of his bad luck. At long last, he's learned when his bad luck really strikes now that he's able to prevent more. Of course, he's still a fun-loving trouble magnet, but he's more in tune with his sense of self. He does hold some guilt because countless people were hurt because of his recklessness and he dismissed it because of his curse, perhaps he even lost someone, but he's working through it and taking steps to avoid a recurrence.

What would we as the traveler/reader notice about them? 

He's got a more dignified air about him, no matter what age he finally gets his team together. He's bouncing off the walls less and takes caution in case one of his team members is at risk due to his bad luck. Still always goes in first, both as their trouble magnet and as team leader. He goes a bit quiet sometimes, but when you've asked others, they say he doesn't do it with them. What could be the cause?

Now that he's got a stable income, he hires someone to do his shopping for him. It gets difficult to eat when everything's out of stock or too expensive!

How do they tell us the news? 

This one's better answered as "how does he celebrate" because there's no way you don't know every development of this as it occurs.

Since the beginning of the week, Bennett had been talking nonstop. And with good reason, too. He found some people to adventure with, all of whom had experienced his bad luck firsthand and had decided he was worth it. No matter where you were, be it by his side in Mondstadt or deep in the stifling clutches of Inazuma, you were apprised of the situation and were set to be there when they signed up as a team under Benny's name.

》▪︎《

Today was the day. Bennett had burst into your room (despite it being locked) and woken you early that morning. Once you were coherent, you took a moment to process the contrast between how gently he woke you and how he was dashing about your room, tossing clothes at you and putting toothpaste on your toothbrush before you'd even gotten out of bed.

"Come on, Y/N! I let you sleep in, but I want to get there early!"

"I'm coming, give me a bit," you shook your head with a smile and began your morning routine, Bennett waiting quietly on the bed. He was almost vibrating by the time you finished, and the second your pack was slung over your shoulder he had your wrist in his hand and was already in the hall, barely giving you time to shut the door behind you both.

》▪︎《

You and Bennett had some time to talk before the others arrived at the Guild, so he reminded you of who they were, the strengths they'd bring to the team, and anything else he could remember. 

Katheryne was equal parts excited and nervous, especially when one of the members was ten minutes late. A loud cheer went up when they arrived, much to their embarassment.

It wasn't a big affair, just some signing and sealing of papers, but Katheryne had put up a few streamers and ordered a cake from Good Hunter with his signature thumbs-up, left with Sara so they could have a celebratory meal beforehand. It was a short walk to Good Hunter, but you were wiping happy tears from Bennett's eyes the whole time, his team members looking on in varying degrees of humor and concern.

》▪︎《

The meal was fantastic, all kinds of personalities coming together in a wonderful group. Bennett's demeanor seemed to change depending on who he was speaking to, having learned to engage different parts of himself to complement his teammates. You were proud of him, he'd come so incredibly far from when you first met him. Bennett would always be Bennett, but it was heartening to see how he allowed himself to enjoy the company of others and how it made him a more well-rounded person. 

At long last, everyone said their farewells and Sara offered her last congratulation of the day. Bennett had offered to walk you to the city gates, but seemed to have either slipped into a quieter mood or tired himself out. It was difficult to tell.

In truth, Bennett was furiously putting together vivid plans of how he was going to ask you out. He'd get down on one knee— that's for much later, no. He'd get down on BOTH knees— wait no, too weird. He'd take you somewhere nice— can't enjoy it, not with his luck. Would you look at that, he's standing in front of your door and you're saying goodnight. 

"Wait!" he yells, mind catching up to the present.

"Yeah, braveheart?"

That nickname never failed to make his heart soar, especially paired with that smile of yours.

"You in there, Benny?"

"Yeah! Yes. Yes I am," he rushed with a sheepish grin. "Hooh, no time like the present. Would you go to Good Hunter with me? Not now, but sometime? As a… as a date?"

Your grin shone brighter than the afternoon sun. "Of course Bennett. I'll see you tomorrow bright and early," you lilted before packing his cheek and walking away.

The grass at his feet burned as hot as his cheeks while he walked back into Mondstadt.

If the endings seem rushed that's bc they are ‼ ty for reading ♡

[bingeblogging]

I'm so tired of being hopeful and looking on the bright side only for me to look back on months and years and only getting more and more unhappy with my life

No joke today it became super clear that every aspect of my life is down bad:

▪︎ The very little amount of friendships and relationships I have, are strained and not close....my relationship with food is just as unhealthy

▪︎ my job is not fulfilling, poorly ran, and filled with people who will bulldoze over you if they got the chance. I'm doing a job for at least 2 people after my coworker stopped showing up, and they don't plan on hiring another person.. I'd look around for another job but I hate starting somewhere new and I think I'm only qualified for so little...Reception? Retail? Office assistant? Customer service? That's all I've ever done and I can NEVER work around food again for obvious reasons hahaha

▪︎ when I try to step out of my comfort zone and try to change the things that I'm unhappy about, everything backfires...people bail on plans...my efforts are in vain and end up being way over my head

▪︎do I need to even say anything about the spiritual, mental and physical aspect of my life???

What's that quote about life is how you react to things? I'm taking hit after hit and being like "oh well that's ok! 😊" but at this point I'm on the ground all beat up and cannot pick myself up anymore I'm defeated and don't see the point!!!

But I'm still here and I'm still kickin but what if there comes a day where I find new ways, or I go back to my old ways, of self-sabatoge?

[astoryworthhearing]

Civility? You wouldn't know what that meant if it perched itself on your lap with long brown hair and glasses and told you it loved you.

Civility involves kindness, couertesy, and treating someone with respect.

All 3 of those are clearly foreign to you. Especially when it comes to someone, or something, that doesn't serve your needs.

Civility isn't:

▪︎withholding someone's children (2) from them; one being 2 and the other 10 who has only know such a stable parent.

▪︎counter-parenting because you believe your word is right.

▪︎verbally abusing the other parent in front of the children.

▪︎shutting out a parent when they are willing to do whatever it takes to be there for their daughter including moving 300 miles just to be closer.

▪︎making things personal any time a parent reaches out to know how their daughter is doing in daycare.

▪︎using a new partner to fulfill the lost love you so easily push out.

▪︎referring to a parent by their full name instead of "momma," to create a disconnect in their relationship.

▪︎bullying the other parent through social media, text message, and court record to prove your feelings of anger and pain are tride and true.

▪︎using your feelings of guilt, shame, and grief to hurt the other parent by manipulating time they have with their daughter.

I dont understand how someone who preaches civility during a divorce behaves so inappropriate. Do you realize the trauma that will come from the wall you've put between your child and their mother? The damage you've added to a 10 year old who is already navigating having a parent who doesn't treat her the way she deserves? This protection you've peraded and pretended to have over the last year has been nothing but control because deep down you have NO idea what you are doing. Deep down you know that you are not worthy of the kind of love you seek from people because you hurt them, use them, and then attack with a bite so frivolous it causes unreplaceable damage. You are not civil; you are destruction.

One day your children will speak to a stranger about the kindness, respect, and couertesy they wished you'd given them. They'll realize the civility you pretended to have on social media was more important than giving them a stable life filled with love, grace and patience. The damage is done and the only one who will be left to clean up those pieces, in the end, will be you.

There should be nothing but grace for people like you who are so broken and damaged all they can do is spread it around instead of stopping the tide and making a difference.

Good luck. To you & your "civility." I hope she treats you well.