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paiges-1vur · 10 months ago

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hey loves! heres another pazzi fic for you guys because i know you love pazzi fics as much as i do. <3 🏀🌌👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

“mm.. your not going anywhere. get back here” paige mumbled into azzis shoulder as she tightened her grip on her waist, pulling the girl towards herself.

“paige i have to get up i told you. i havent texted my parents all night, they are gonna think you kidnapped me,” the brunette jokes, giggling slightly. “paige- oh my gosh” the brunette says trying not to laugh, while also being slightly irritated that she cannot get up. she eventually gives into the blondes touch, smiling. “dont worry paigey im right here. not going anywhere.”

the two girls have been friends, teammates, and practically sisters for the past three years. they had both felt feelings for each other ever since they got closer, when paige was a senior in highschool. although they felt this way, they never told anyone except those who were very close to them. family, friends, and teammates were all very supportive but the girls didnt want to tell the media just yet. they liked keeping what they had special, and they didnt want the media to twist anything, their relationship was perfect the way it was.

“you better not,” paige mumbles. her voice is husky and low. “you know i miss you like a bitch when your not visiting right? i need all the azzi time i can get.” she says pulling the girl even closer to herself, earning a giggle from the brunette. “and you better come to Uconn, or else…” paige threatens azzi, jokingly.

“oh yea?” azzi asks smirking to herself. “and what would you do if i didnt commit next year..?” the older blonde gets clearly upset at the idea of being without the brunette and her demeanor quickly changes. before she knows it, azzi is being flipped over onto her back. paige hovers over her, smiling down at her. “take it back..” she taunts azzi.

“wha- paige” she says starting to laugh, “i was just joking i promise its not that serious.” she tries to escape from under paige to lie back down but only gets denied when paige grabs her wrists and pins them above her head. “hmmm” she says leaning into azzis ear. “i didnt like that joke, it wasnt very funny..”

“i-” azzi swallows. “i was just kidding paige..i-i already said that.”

“and i heard you the first time baby..” paige says leaning down to leave a trail of kisses down her jawline. “so i said take it back..” slowly her kisses move down to her neck. azzi throws her head back, allowing paige more access to her neck. paige lets out a low laugh at this, starting to leave little bites and marks all over her neck.

“it.. was just a joke. im not going to take it back” azzi doesnt budge. she doesnt understand why all of a sudden paige got so worked up, but shes not complaining. it was rare paige had her dorm to herself, but tonight was special. azzi loved cuddling, but she was secretly hoping that something different would happen tonight…

paige kept placing kisses and love bites on her neck, driving azzi wild. she took a hand and snuck it just under azzis sweatshirt, placing it just above the waistband of azzis sweats.. well technically paiges sweats. “paige-”

paige immediately stopped and looked up at azzi. “yes baby?” she was concerned about why azzi stopped her. did she want her to stop? maybe she wasn’t in the mood anymore, which would have been totally fine with paige, but that wasnt the case.

“i love you.” is all she said before putting her head back down on the pillow. paige smiled and broke the waistband of azzis sweats with her middle finger and ring finger. “i love you too baby.. just lay back for me”

sorry this is so short loves. congrats if you read all the way through, and any interaction is appreciated <3 please dont be shy to drop reqs in my anon, or message me! of course also dont be shy to be “too specific” i want to make you guys as happy as i can with my writing. tips also appreciated always

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exbotmallow · 2 months ago

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one day i hope the others will realise that green actually has no leader, and tr!bad only plays into it because everyone else has already put him into that position. if everyone saw tr!pangi that way they'd probably send him, because green thinks they'll only respect whatever authority they perceive. and hopefully on that day they'll also realise that green really are individuals who only vow to understand each other, not that every effort they do is a joint effort.

[green + 99% bbh-centric, really, reallllyyy, like ridiculously long analysis post]

[now with added side commentary for the commentary im already making LMAO]

[no genuinely this is so long i just have so much to say and i just spew it here instead of making friends LMAO im so sorry]

[no like genuinely this is a warning its so long like 20 paragraphs its sad SKJDFHDJKS]

today was not green's moment — it was tr!owens.

that matters cause it was tr!owens attemt to cement his legacy. and yes, he had support in that through green, but it was just tr!owen's moment. yet, for some (mostly understandable from yellow's perspective) reason, everyone wants to kill tr!bad, cause tr!bad is "green leader" and these were the actions of "green faction" — despite the fact that tr!bad tried to make it clear he was warning tr!foolish (and was silently willing to step in, even if they didnt know that bit) — and "he" made this decision cause they percieved it that way.

green have blatantly said that they have no leader, and that all individuals support each other but are responsible for all their own actions individually, but yet have been met with nothing but sarcastic "okay's" and being told that they simply dont want to take accountability. tr!bad being told he is a cruel leader who manipulated people into being under him, and to the rest, they're told that they are working under someone cruel on purpose, refusing to see his evil or deciding to be evil on purpose. ¹

the reality is, first tr!pangi saw tr!bad all alone and did him that kindness of not letting him be alone, because even someone who is wrong or scary doesn't deserve isolation. the rest trickled in — all for their own reasons, whether it was because of tr!bad offering to help them grow strong and stable or because of previous experiences surrounding monarchy, or feeling supposed disingenuous feeling from yellow, or otherwise. even joining because they preferred chaos and saw comfort in a faction they wouldn't judge them for it and would even back them up if they wanted.

now, while green may have come together to support each other, they also are honest with esch other in a way that yellow doesn't understand. they are upfront about the fact that they won't support EVERYTHING they do, and are honest about being willing to not only refrain from supporting each other, but willing to lie, deceive, and even kill each other. yellow can't and likely never will understand this, because they all come from a place of favouring kindness above neutrality or even understanding a need for malice or safety from a place of fear. when everything can be nice and sunshine and rainbows if everyone works just a little harder for it, it's hard to understand why someone who perhaps is even peaceful might want to hide behind someone who is scary, or receive help from someone who might make you do something perhaps a little cruel. ²

green are united in knowing that they are inherently bad, scared, or willing to make a few bad decisions if it keeps them safe. they're united in being individuals and owning that. they are a faction in which everyone accepts that they will do different things and will not always agree. green are NOT united in all their decisions. they are simply united in understanding that they are stronger together.

it's also, perhaps, difficult to believe that they have no leader when tr!bad steps up for leader meetings, stands up as the scary back-up for the faction, strategizes with the faction, keeps everyone in the loop, and provides so many resources for the faction. that's very interesting when the leaders of the other factions are not doing anything remotely like it. they stand as a unifying figure, but they don't do all of these things (only some) for their factions like tr!bad does. not saying that he is a better leader — cause again, he's not their leader — but that hes simply a strong, smart member and the only reason they've dubbed him leader when they really have no governing body.

yeah, tr!bad is typically the one recruiting members, but not because he's the leader. he's actually typically the deal breaker — he will lie to you, he will make it obvious, he will be blunt that of the faction, he is the worst. and that he will be the unfortunate face of the faction. that's his kindness to the newbies. he'll let them know that the pacifist tr!lukey, or the pretty and silly walls of green base, or the materials so generously shared with others even outside the faction, are not what heads the factions image. that whatever tr!bad does, no matter the intentions, will be framed with the worst intent behind them the others can think of tr!bad doing.

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and tr!bad providing is simply cause he has the most resources, more than he has any need for. he's willing to be helpful, to see others grow strong, and to be the fuel for the chaos or games around him. yeah, he sometimes asks something of people who aren't in his faction, but it's the price he's giving for what he's offering. it's often assumed that anything he gives anyone comes with a price, because it's his nature, and he's like that. but, as much as he might whine or complain about it, or try to use it to his advantage at some point, the only time he makes deals is when he expressly hears or says the word "deal." even a contract with the keepers isn't a deal. he just always can get resources easily and is willing to share when he feels like it. ³

tr!pangi is probably closer to a leader than tr!bad, in my opinion. i know that sounds crazy but hear me out. he's the one who checks in with each the members the most. he's also there strategising, planning out his cards to make the moves he wants to make. he always informs others of the moves he's gonna make, and he even got green allied with the new orange faction. okay, he's a bit busy with yaoi but tbh who isn't in this server — anyways — and he makes sure people who need things have them, even if everyone on green is basically self-sufficeint. tr!pangi has taught several of the skills he got from ls to the green members to help keep themselves safe, and is also willing to be scary back-up for whoever he can. he has the most positive relations outide the green faction than any other member, and also always makes sure to keep everyone in the loop when it concerns everyone.

tr!pangi has 20 evil exes BUT is well respected not only cause he's strong, but because he is civil and kind and people actually note this, even though he associates with and also engages in chaotic behavior just like, if more mellowed down than, tr!bad.

tr!lukey is present for everything he can be, but he's very much +9 charisma, -13 health. he's well-spoken, if not a bit sassy, in the heat of the moment, but otherwise isn't very strong or convincing. him being a little pitiful is actually quite charming to everyone, and that saves him a lot of trouble, but he isn't all innocent himself, with a history he can't remember and not-all-good intentions (though they usually stem from caring about his not-all-good teammates, or his loving friends even if the cost is a little steep). it's no surprise he's seen as expressly not tue leader, when he doesn't quite get seen as leader material in the first place. I feel he'd be good at high-stakes negotiations if he had all the info he needed, but again, green only sends one person for all the meeting cause they percieved that only one person will be seen that way by the rest of them: tr!bad.

tr!tubbo and tr!krow get away a bit more with their individuality because they don't really appear often or at the same time as tr!bad, but yellow certainly looks at them as an example of tr!bad being a "bad leader" cause he has little/no control over them. (again, hes not their leader, but honestly i don't even think they care that he's seen that way — if no one understands, they don't.) ⁴

tr!hannah is a woman. slaaayyyy. (im gonna be real she doesn't log on much, so theres not much i can say about her character, BUT from the little she's been on, i believe she'd stand with them — if maybe be a bit conflicted — but also have fun.)

over all, being individuals means a lot to green. they trust each other. theres not much they could do to break that because they know that are not only less than perfect, but actively straying away from it with every decision they make. they would rather count on each other than count their mistakes and strive for near perfection or to be as good as they can, because they know that almost nothing will break them apart besides choosing to leave of their own volition. and having that security means more to them than having a soft sort of family, cause its stronger.

in a way, green are a family, but instead of all living in the same house, eating the same food and drinking the same water, they live around the world like a network, and where one line cuts off, it's always attatched to another to keep working. yellow, from greens perspective, seems to be rooted in being yellow. the king, the royal architect, the archmage — of yellow. to green, it must seems that when all of it relies on being yellow, if you make a mistake to big, or go somewhere yellow dont want you to go... what do you have left after that?

tr!owen is the prime example in this — he said and did things yellow didn't agree with and lost everything, under the guise of being a spy. he technically, in the end, didn't get to be anything. not green, cause he was a spy for yellow, and not yellow cause they banished him with what they considered a pointless task that would keep him away. not even purple — the designation for people with no faction. at least green accepted a contract with him and he had support. cause green understands being the individual, having a goal, the need to do bad things, even if he wasn't one of green's.

im in no way expecting yellow to get it. they don't have to. that's the point! that's the whole reason they're yellow and not green. cause their customs work for them. they are amazing. a safe place for each other. a family. a shoulder to lean on. comfort and home. but on the off chance they get it one day, it would be amazing for them to all see how similar they are. how alike in nature everyone is. they're not denying that they're cruel because, honestly, they're not. its funny to say to rile people up and some of the ways they think can be questionable, but they have so many amazing similarities to green. they have a figure they can rely on for material needs, they have a figure they can rely on for political needs, they can all, at risk, seek out each other for emotional talks and chats if they so choose. they hang out for fun, they laugh and sing and dance together. they have quiet moment where knowing each other are present is all that matters.

and i'm not saying green has nothing to work on. they are all antagonistic or villains or making bad decisions. they have all done things they regret or didnt want to do knowing how they would feel about it. they've all sacrificed more than they've had for things that weren't worth it. but a little understanding goes a long way, and hopefully, something everybody has to fight against will bring then a little closer together, even if they don't always agree on everything.

¹ [thats probably one of the reasons they lack/lost respect from green, to be honest. they have a lot of perceptions, and they have to be right even when they're wrong, only cause they're a united front. of course, not all their perceptions are wrong, but in terms of a lot of facts about green, they are — so green, in turn, to make their perceptions, which is only fair to them.]

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² [and frankly, this is why i love the separate factions, and i think they would've organically formed this way either way. either as teams or villages or whatever, all thats different is they have the distinct colors on their names tbh. it's seperate cultures naturally forming in a land that connected by nothing but dirt, rock, flora and fauna — in real life, over time they'd probably have separate languages in a few thousand years, if they didnt actively create one themselves]

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³ [nothing to do with the realm but more so cc!bad himself: i would love to see him play a secondary, much kinder character besides !bad. cc!bad plays genuine kindness very well (with experience, of course xD) and when he puts softness into his character, even subtly, it always melts my heart. perhaps !halo, who is just a regular yet skilled guy trying his hardest. i would still like to see !halo suffer, but only for the angst, and so it feels better when he succeeds, like the way i love it when !bad succeeds cause i wanna see him suffer, hehe. (perhaps even just a time where he pretends to be someone else, but lets someone who knows him know its, to be silly >:3) extremely indulgent idea and won't happen, but would make a good premise for a one-off ir a fic, perhaps.]

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⁴ [I CARE RAAAHHHH. my blog, grrrr. ROO ROO ROO BARK. LMAO]

#long post #like so unreasonably long #like oh my god just make friends and talk you absolute social disaster #but anyways yeah dont mind me #trsmp #the realm smp #tr!badboyhalo #tr!owen but only a bit #hes like the reason i wrote this but not like the main event at all #it was going to be about green but yellow has made green all about tr!bad somehow LMAO #thats my streamer yippee

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soulidarity · 5 months ago

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beach date

rafayel x mc

mc is self conscious about wearing a bathing suit, which leads to her not wanting to go swimming with rafayel

fluff and comfort

it was odd, the amount of excuses that he had heard from her mouth about the same subject

"its a bit too cold"

"i did my hair today"

"i dont have more clothing"

the first few times, he thought nothing of it. sure it was strange that he knew it wasnt a hair wash day but maybe she had strayed off from her routine.

after the 15th time, something was up.

"are you afraid of me?"

she looked at him, bewildered.

"what does that have to do with anything?"

"are you afraid that being in the water with me might trigger something? i swear the boat thing was just because of where we were, that wont happen again"

"it has nothing to do with that-"

"then are you afraid of the ocean? cutie you should know better than to doubt my ability to protect you. i am the god of the sea after all, no harm will-"

"rafayel its seriously not about any of that, im not afraid of that"

"then what is it?" he cut her off, his tone a bit more serious than what he intended. "i mean, i dont understand how you dont just want to dive in. not only is the ocean beautiful, but its crazy hot outside-"

"its because i hate wearing bathing suits!"

rafayel looked at her, confused.

that... that was it? seriously? he didnt see the issue at all

"is it cause... of the texture...? or are you worried about the sun?"

"i just... dont like how i look in them. thats it, can we drop it? im really sorry rafayel..."

he paused before smiling at her warmly, "sure. what are you wearing tonight for the exhibition?"

a few weeks passed, the subject never really leaving their minds but neither one commented on it. rafayel would regularly head down to the beach to go swimming, while shed stay back and work on reports.

it was one of those times when rafayel noticed someone entering the beach, he got closer to the shore to see who.

there she was, sunglasses, sunhat and one of his big shirts she had stolen. shyly, she set her stuff down on a blanket on the sand, sitting down next to them as she waved at him.

he quickly ran towards her, a bit clumsily because water and sand arent the best enviorment to run in, with a big smile on his face.

"cutie! you came!"

she handed him a towel, which he refused

"im gonna go back in, so dont worry. are you... coming in?" he asked as if he was dealing with a scared animal that could runaway at any moment.

"ill think about it, let me get used to this little by little, is that okay?" she looked up at him, his smile bigger than ever

"its great" he kissed her forehead "take your time, thank you for trying. it means a lot. im gonna go back in, if you need me just yell"

about half an hour had gone by, the lemurian still in the water.

"fuck it, rafayel! could you look the other way, im gonna go in!"

he quickly nodded, standing up from his swimming position and facing the horizon. what a beautiful sunset.

he heard the water moving closer

"can i turn now?"

"no. dont. can you walk backwards a bit closer? i dont think i can reach the bottom so deep in"

"of course"

as he did so, he felt two arms wrapping around his waist, quickly followed by a chest being pushed against his back, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"hi..."

"hi cutie, wanna go in deeper?"

"no, im not that good of a swimmer"

"does the water cover your chest?

"you know im not that small, its a bit above my waist"

"how about we go a bit deeper, you tell me when it reaches your shoulders. that way the water will cover you, i can turn around and if a big wave comes ill help you out. sound good?"

"i guess?"

the couple walked together towards the sunset in an incredibly uncomfortable matter due to their position, until eventually she told him to stop. after a brief pause, he turned around.

"hello cutie"

"we already said hi"

"i know, just wanted to be polite to the prettiest sight"

"the sunset is way prettier, you should look at that"

"hm nope! youre prettier"

"you arent even seeing it"

"dont need to, those pink skies could never compete with you cutie" she rolled her eyes at his comment

"thank you for being patient with me"

"thank you for trying"

#love & deepspace #love and deepspace #otome #rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel x mc #lads rafayel

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mymoshangthoughts · 6 months ago

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oki i know we've all just chosen to accept that beatings are a part of demon mating culture and like, i dont think thats 100% wrong, but also thinking about linguang-jun's reaction to seeing shang qinghua beaten at the ascension incident, im kinda hesitant to fall into it 100%

oki my biggest defense for it being a demon-culture thing is that sha hualing didn't show any disagreement when mobei jun suggested "three beatings a day" in that particularly hilarious conversation, but that's honestly pretty thin. we know that she loves binghe and she never makes any attempt to fight him or to have him fight her. if anything, she strives to avoid it

there's also the possibility that the 'beating' that linguang-jun witnessed the conclusion of was a particularly unromantic one via demon standards. he saw shang qinghua and said "oh you were clearly displeased with him" so mayyybbee there's something to the pattern of bruises that speaks to intent but again, that's pretty thin

so might i suggest, from my humble little insane brain, that rather than beatings being a demon-culture thing, mobei jun is just fucking weird

oki bear with me oki but i rlly like this idea a lot LOL

im not even saying that mobei jun is a sadist (altho def not opposed to that), im saying that my socially awkward icy demon lord just straight up has no good concept of how to get the attention of his intended and this is sincerely his best effort. there's no research, no demon custom, no human custom, it's just mobei jun desperately screaming "look at meeeeeee pleaaassseeee" in his own extremely unique way that fucking no one understands

i would defend that this is likely due to his fucked up childhood and trust issues. like maybe linguang-jun isolated him to such an extent that mobei-jun winds up relatively divorced from his own culture for courting and doesnt even fucking know the first thing about it. maybe he has some twisted history of "look the only time i was shown affection was during martial training, which were basically beatings, so beatings = affection, yeah?" or maybe he's just so stupid and desperate that he has no fucking idea and no real plan, he's just trying to get shang qinghua's attention by any means necessary

i sort of like a mixture of all of the above. like linguang jun was the only person who showed him more typical signs of affection, and that was the prelude to betrayal. so mobei jun doesnt trust those types of affectionate gestures. but when he received martial training, either from his uncle or in one of the handful of times he'd seen his father, it was at least useful. like he can remember getting beaten and know there was an honesty to it. beating him made him stronger, being strong helped him to survive, it was the truest affection he's received in his life. and look, mobei jun hasn't exactly put all of that together all of that in as many words, but the effect is long lasting. and not all of shang qinghua's beatings were out of affection either. ultimately, there's this suspicious as fuck cultivator who's groveling at his feet and mobei-jun isnt exactly keen on humanity to begin with. and with shang qinghua prone to more typical shows of affection, the way his uncle was before the Betrayal? he's not going to be tricked again! he'll beat the human into submission to prove that he's strong and he's not a small defenseless child anymore who can be so ruthlessly abandoned! but then he really does start to develop feelings for shang qinghua and really does want his attention and qinghua simply wont look at him. sure, he'll throw out a million words of groveling and acting pathetic, but what does any of that even fucking mean?! does qinghua only see him as a king? does qinghua even see him as that or is he waiting for a chance to betray him? how can he get shang qinghua's attention? how can he keep him? and so he thinks about his only fond memories of 'affection' and starts the habit of beating qinghua lightly three times a day. it's gotta work. it totally has to work. it MUST be working, bc qinghua just told the demon emperor that acting pathetic is a way of showing affection!!! SO CLEARLY QINGHUA MUST LOOK AT HIM NOW RIGHT?!!? but their relationship just doesnt seem to be progressing and after the qinghua saves him from falling, mobei jun now has a brand new "height of being show affection" memory to cling to but its... very much the opposite of his memories of being beaten. and a whole lot better too. being caught by shang qinghua and protected in that way has his heart thudding every time he remembers it and suddenly beating qinghua has lost its appeal. how can he do something for qinghua that matches that feeling??? because now it feels poultry to offer qinghua mere beatings when those barely even seem enjoyable for qinghua anyway??? and he doesnt particularly enjoy qinghua acting pathetic for him either, even if he knows theres affection behind the gesture, and qinghua always acts extra pathetic during beatings so thats another reason to lay off. so mobei jun is in the middle of contemplating this shit and stops beating qinghua so much when suddenly its time for his ascension ceremony and he drags qinghua there with him and now qinghua is talking about leaving him and mobei jun's heart just about shatters. is it because he laid off on the beatings? is it because qinghua was always planning to betray him, the way he always feared? is it because mobei jun misread this whole thing? in front of his dead fathers door, a man who never gave much of a fuck about him, while anticipating the arrival of his horrible uncle, vulnerable and reminded of every reason he's never trusted traditional shows of intimacy and so he tells qinghua to fuck off, beats him without any affectionate intentions, and greets his uncle in heartbroken misery. but then qinghua COMES BACK WHEN HE NEEDS HIM and he apparently always hated the beatings which is a blow but also now QINGHUA IS LEAVING HIM AGAIN AND THIS IS HELL, MOBEI IS IN HELL RN.

and not to mention, he witnessed linguang-jun beating shang qinghua and suddenly, he doesnt even know why he ever thought beatings were all that affectionate either because this is horrible and he hates it and mobei jun is Not Equipped To Cope With Guilt, it's not something he's been trained in and he is not coping with ANY of this well tbh, not his uncle, not his heartbreak, and he just wants the familiarity of shang qinghua's normal pathetic behavior. something normal. something to ground him. but shang qinghua is not normal right now and he's still planning to LEAVE and mobei jun is all panic, no thoughts. and now shang qinghua is saying shit like "you only beat me cuz i was easy-going and weak" and ow? that hurts? and then shang qinghua is saying he was only ever indulging mobei jun and OW? THAT HURTS?! and mobei jun is prideful and in pain and upset so he's relying on familiar emotions. being angry. being prideful. being haughty. pretending he has any control over this situation. unsure how to act outside of their normal dynamic. unsure how to respond to this very different side of qinghua. but no matter what he says, qinghua is leaving. qinghua pinches his cheeks and insults him and calls him spoiled even when he's seen directly how his own uncle treats him and calls himself his father in front of the room where his father lies dead and yeah, it hurts when qinghua pinches his cheeks. not just the physical pain, but the knowledge that qinghua wants to hurt him. that hurts most of all and it's pathetic but mobei jun's head is swimming with the knowledge that maybe violence was never a good idea between them but what else can he do in this situation? he's completely out of his depth! so he threatens qinghua not to leave and he still LEAVES

so now he's trying to find qinghua and the entire time his mind is a complete mess of emotions because was he wrong all this time and qinghua cannot be gone, thats unacceptable, and what can he offer to make qinghua stay? how can he possibly not lose this person?? and the best he can think of is to let qinghua hurt him in return, let him get his licks in, and maybe that will help

but shang qinghua doesnt hit him when offered and qinghua seems a bit scared of him and for the first time ever that seems kinda fucking awful and mobei jun is out of his depth, but the warmth he feels when shang qinghua wont hit him is really... something. and maybe theres a lot more shows of affection he should be learning, like the feeling when someone could hit you but chooses not to. and look, he's starting from abysmal standards. and yeah, when shang qinghua suggests he cook for him that sounds weird and demeaning and mobei jun instinctively wants to turn it down

but when he thinks about how it might be a way to show affection that they both appreciate, he's really determined to see it through

anyway thats a verrrryyyyy long over-explanation as to why i dont think the beatings are demon culture, i think mobei jun is just a terminally awkward traumatized weirdo who doesnt know how to communicate

#moshang #shang qinghua #mobei jun

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darealsaltysam · 1 year ago

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I JUST GOT BACK FROM SEEING DUNE PART 2 AND HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT HOLY FUUUUCK I NEED TO. I NEED TO. I NEED TO TALK SO BAD HOLY SHIT

below the cut because oh boy do i have a lot to say and i dont want my poor followers to suffer when i post this

oh my god okay okay where do i even start

opening with irulan's narration to mirror her notes in the openings of the chapters of the book. oh yeah baby. i ate that right up

watching paul get close with the fremen,,,,, fucking hell that hurts. dune really is a tragedy at the end of the day huh. they go from reluctant allies to friends but the whole time you know the switch will happen any moment now and they will be devotees and he will be messiah and that gap between them will never be as small as it is out in the sand. huddled in those tents. sharing drinks and laughs. im not doing ok

this especially hurts with chani. their love is so genuine and pure and she wears blue for him (which by the way sticks out so much more with how muted the colors of the rest of the movie are... i could talk about this all day) but she can see what he is becoming and he's trying to avoid it for her so hard but there's no avoiding fate. LORD ABOVE!!!!

i loveeee jessica being the manipulator thats pulling all the strings, urging paul towards becoming messiah. rebecca ferguson is such a talented actress she really understands the character so well. also as a hashtag certified alia atreides enjoyer her scheming with her unborn fetus might be the most unhinged thing ever but thats also so fucking funny aka its as dune as it gets. dune is WEIRD and im glad theyre not shying away from that. thank u denis

arrakis looks so much more beautiful in this movie like theres defo been some changes with how its framed and presented it feels so much grander and idk just ??? what it makes me think is that we're not seeing arrakis, we're finally seeing dune. we're seeing the land as the fremen see it as paul becomes one of them. i might be looking too much into it but who cares. god i love this movie

but yes more on the fremen in the first section of the movie. i like how there's this cluster of non-believers almost?? its a nice breath of fresh air. its hard to believe every single person would be just devoted to the prophecy and it adds some depth.

i will say the one thing i didnt like is the way stilgar is characterized?? i dont think he was so blindly devoted to paul in the books, and definitely not alia and leto ii after him as the atreides line went on. he's always been a source of small doubt towards paul but i think they're moving that element of him onto chani, so i think i can let it slide. i'd like to see him question alia more in the future though.

the scene where paul was named muad'dib and usul??? god it was so cute which made it so heart wrenching. all the fremen coming together and welcoming him into their lives. as a brother. as a friend. only for him to turn around and make them all bow before him. ohhhhh i cant do this

OH BOY THE WORMS THE WORMS AND THE WORM RIDING AND THE AHHHHHHHHH OH LORD

jesus christ. what the fuck. how is this allowed on cinema screens how is something so amazing allowed

the tension. the effects. the sound design. the sand rushing past the wind the worm moving forward paul struggling to hold on the fremen all watching and then cheering him on HOLY FUCKKKK HOLY FUCK I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH

all the worm riding scenes were so intense and so well done like. when i first read that stuff in the books i didnt think anything could ever capture how i imagined it exactly and yet. AND YET. DENIS!!!!!!!!

once more dune hits the idea of scale SO well everything is HUGE and they MAKE YOU FEEL IT. that shows especially with geidi prime but ill talk about that in a bit. but yes this applies to the worms too lord above them WORMSSSS ARE HUGEEEE AND I LOVE THEMMMM

rebecca ferguson put her heart and soul into that water of life scene and we all need to thank her for it

the way jessica is so quick to switch up and go all in on the prophecy. it makes me think of leto's "im not asking his mother, im asking the bene gesserit" like. the bene gesserit really come first for jessica and she takes her opportunity to fulfill her duties. to be the reverend mother. to rub it all in the faces of the other bene gesserit. she is the mother of the messiah and by god will she make everyone well aware of that

okay. okay okay. i think i said my peace on the early fremen stuff. i think. okay fuck okay SHIT fuck SHIT

FEYD FUCKING RAUTHA LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

oh my god okay. okay ill admit it. i doubted austin butler. i saw the cast list and i was unsure(tm). i saw him in the trailers and my faith was restored. and holy fucking shit did he DELIVER

stellan skarsgård's baron harkonnen is already such a threatening figure it feels like it would be impossible to make someone even more terrifying and yet. AND YET

just the way he's introduced. killing servants with zero remorse. LICKING THAT KNIFE THE WAY HE DID??? OKAY WHORE. I SEE YOU. GO RIGHT AHEAD. MAKE IT SLUTTY IN HOUSE HARKONNEN. I RESPECT IT

when the arena doors open and that loud ass fucking music BOOMS. makes the room fucking SHAKE. thats a PRESENCE right there. THATS how you introduce your antagonist.

the music playing as he fights being as fucking deranged as he is. chaotic and weird and unsettling. just. oh my god feyd had such a presence from the moment he showed up and he did not lose it for a single second. you could feel him LOOMING over the movie the whole time just as he looms over the whole book from his very first scene. oh my goddddd oh my godd

GEIDI PRIME. THE ARENA. THAT MASSIVE HARKONNEN PALACE. oh my god. once more. that sense of scale. the harkonnens love to flaunt their wealth so ofc they have huge fuck off arenas and castles where everything and everyone feels so SMALL in comparison.

dont even get me started on the black and white. the way it accents those coal black teeth and mouths. the way it makes everything look so much more inhuman and clinical and PERFECT because harkonnen power is so absolute and ruthless.

and the way the baron sits so so high above watching the fighting. literally impossible to picture his elevation above his people above the rest of the universe. the way feyd looks to him for approval after every movement. even as his uncle is trying to kill him they exchange those little looks and feyd knows hes getting his chance to show off while the baron gives him his "gift" what a fucked up family what the hell

speaking of fucked up family! wow! they are SO fucked up! there is something seriously strange being hinted at with feyd and the baron! feyd making his own brother bow and kiss his boot! those constant threats of death against rabban as if theyre nothing! this family is capital f FUCKED up. they hurt each other as much as they hurt everyone around them. theyre made of violence and blood and they could never show each other kindness because they dont know such a thing

what can i say about the feyd/margot scenes that hasnt been said already. like wow just unpack the boy's trauma like that. use him and then throw him to the wolves. once again the bene gesserit make it so clear this is THEIR empire and THEIR bloodlines and THEIR messiah. too bad jessica doesnt see that collective "ours" and instead settles for "mine" when it comes to the messiah

special shout out to dave bautista before i move on. just cause. his rabban doesnt get enough love. he really sells that balance of ruthless power but also incompetency compared to his brother so well. can you guys tell i REALLY like this cast

WE ACTUALLY GOT TO SEE GURNEY PLAYING THE BALISET WE FUCKING WIN Y'ALL

the paul/gurney reunion being the last shred of the old paul. how he gets so happy "i recognized your footsteps, old man" shoot me in the fucking brain stem it would HURT LESS

a bit off topic and it happened earlier (sorry my thoughts are so all over the place) but i like how they actually showed the process of how the water of life is made. it was actually exactly like how i imagined it when i read the books so thats neat !!

anyway. back to the horrors.

i already talked so much about feyd's presence so just another small note. that scene in sietch tabr. he is a MONSTER and i am EATING IT UP

i cant even begin to explain. how much it fucked me up. when paul took the water of life. i knew thats where we were going. i knew it was unavoidable. and yet still. when chani bent over him and screamed at everyone for making him follow this prophecy. when she was forced to shed tears to save his life. when she got him back only to realize she lost him and he wasnt the person she loved anymore. it broke me

chani's utter hatred for the prophecy and what paul is becoming added to it so much. i know some people are unhappy with how much shes been changed from the books but i think its elevated her character and all these scenes so much. and oh my god does zendaya DELIVER when the spotlight is on her. i never doubted her for a moment but all those changes to chani really allowed to let her shine. thats that euphoria acting coming out baby !!!!

SPEAKING OF GOOD ACTING

TIMOTHEE

FUCKING

CHALAMET

listen i hate the fact that he gets cast in everything these days as much as everyone but hes such a talented actor and i cant deny this anymore. the water of life scene really sold it for me.

he was such a perfect paul already in the first movie but this was the moment it really came out. the way he wakes up so calm and collected. lifeless. monotone. theres nothing theres literally nothing

paul atreides the boy who became duke far too young is dead usul who was the lover of chani is dead muad'dib the fedaykin fighter is dead only the kwisatz haderach remains and thats what the prophecy was always leading us to and yet the moment it happens its so haunting

like i cannot say this enough. that complete switch is so sudden but so subtle at the same time. its still paul technically but hes so different

what makes dune's weird concepts so easy to take in once you get into the book is all that internal monologue that really leads you through these complex concepts slowly. and yet in a few shots and a few lines of dialogue timothee chalamet somehow manages to express the idea of "i just learned the secrets of the fucking universe and im about to start a holy war" ???? HOW DO YOU EVEN DO THIS???? HOW ARE YOU THIS TALENTED???? OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! IT WAS A FEW LOOKS A FEW MOVENTS JUST THE RIGHT TONE OF VOICE AND THATS HIM!!! THATS HIM BABY!!!! THATS THE KWISATZ HADERACH AND THE UNIVERSE IS FUCKED !!!!!!!!!

also. anya taylor joy alia. we only had you for a split second but i cannot wait for you. im sure youre going to completely slay the third movie. give us our beloved tragic meow meow. alia is my fave character so i will be JUDGING HEAVILY. she better bring her a-game istg

when paul storms the war council and just completely takes control of the room so easily. thats the bene gesserit conditioning giving him his pedestal and he is making the most of it. he knows exactly what the fuck hes doing. and once more oh my goddddd all that shouting all that emotion and yet a complete lack of it. timothee spare a crumb of talent for the rest of us

also the way in that scene gurney is hesitant about it all until paul proclaims himself the duke of arrakis. and suddenly gurney has house atreides again and he doesnt care what chani does anymore. hes a follower to paul just as everyone else in that room. nothing changes. fuck me man i cant do this anymore

have i mentioned yet im so excited for chani in the next movie. her arc is so interesting. children of dune is defo not happening with the way chani has been set up so i doubt we'll see leto ii and ghanima but. lets hope we still get all the cool stuff wit alia at least. and maybe chani can be the one who leads the charge against her

okay i need to really fucking. get along with it im dragging this post on im so sorry this movie is eating my brain alive

chani still wearing blue during the final fight. im not saying more than that i might cry if i think about it too much

THAT. FINAL. FIGHT. OH MY GODDD OH MY GOD

IT ALL CAME TOGETHER SO SO WELL

THE WORMS

THE SENSE OF SCALE

THE FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY

THE MUSIC HOLY FUCK THE MUSIC HANS ZIMMER YOU OUTDO YOURSELF EVERY TIME

THE SOUND

EVERYTHING FLOWING TOGETHER SO WELL

the way the fremen fight for their messiah but still fly the atreides banner. the way paul leads them as their messiah and as a "fremen" but always proclaims himself duke of house atreides first. oh lorddd im unwell

every time paul menacingly emerged from fog/sand/smoke my life was extended by like 10 years thank u denis

gurney killing rabban with as much ease as he did cleared my skin and watered my crops <3

the way the baron was literally dying and still crawling towards the throne.......... the way at the same time feyd ignored him completely and looked towards the doors reveling in the fight ahead..... if that doesnt tell u everything you need to know about house harkonnen idk what will yall

i also love how no one intervenes as paul walks in and kills the baron. not even feyd. feyd looks like he was a little TOO into it as paul killed him tbh. feyd u little freak. austin butler you talented talented man. im unwell

i AM sad we didnt get to see baby alia stab him but ah well. we got a bunch of other weird dune shit so ill let this one slide. the psychic toddler may be too much even for denis and everything he did give us. we'll always have our 1984 alia <3

OHOHOHOHOHOHOH. OH. HERE WE GO

HERE WE GO YALL

THE SCENE IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE READING THE BOOK

THE SCENE THEY SHOWED BITS OF IN THE TRAILER AND THE SCENE IVE BEEN NON STOP YEARNING FOR SINCE!!!

THE DUEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh my god oh my god oh my goddddd where do i even start

okay so. the way theres no music. no fancy cuts no slow mo no over the top effects. its just the slashing of the blades and those BEAUTIFUL shadowed shots with the setting sun in the background. this really is the sun setting on the peaceful universe. just pain and suffering ahead marked with the blood spilled from the two who were meant to produce the messiah but who both got thrown off this path by the greed and selfishness of their forefathers. guys im normal about paul and feyd. definitely. i definitely have very normal thoughts about how they are foils and yet two sides of the same coin. yes guys

paul making the emperor kiss his ring is already such an insane fucking scene and it translated to the screen so well. amazing performances all around

i didnt talk much about florence pugh's irulan but she really didnt have much time to shine. im excited to see where she goes next and i definitely think shes a great fit but i need to see more of her to really be able to say more

i will say this. the way chani, irulan and jessica are the only ones who dont kneel for paul. the three most important women in his life who give him his power, everything he has. jessica made him and she made him the messiah. chani opened her life up to him, helped him become and in turn control the fremen, and she shed her tears for him and fulfilled her role in the prophecy against her wishes. irulan is his path to the throne, his key to being emperor. and none of them bow before him because why would they bow before a power they are responsible for, a power they own, a power they gave?

but for chani its different ofc. she also refuses to bow because she despises everything paul stands for.

oh my god i could say so much about the last scene being chani. not paul reveling in his victory. paul leaves for his next bloodshed and chani is left behind crying for the person she loves who she knows is gone. crying for her people, again enslaved. crying those same tears that brought the messiah back into this world.

theres a lot to be said about the role of gender in dune and how it hangs over every facet of this world but thats a whole separate analysis post to be had so ill just throw it down here in this little point

another thing chani does very well in the movies is she really makes paul's villainy explicitly clear. SO many people read dune and completely misunderstand it and walk away from it concluding its a "white savior narrative" and nothing more which. yes!! yes it is!!!! but thats not a good thing!!!! its never stated to be a good thing!!!!

this movie is not gonna let you misunderstand the message of the story no matter how blind you try to be to it. paul is not a good guy. hes never been the good guy. hes the protagonist, but hes not the hero. and chani allows that to translate from book to movie very well. have i mentioned yet i love movie chani

chani fills in the holes left behind by the narration and internal monologues of the book and, bonus points, she holds the people who dont understand what dune is about by the hand and tells them explicitly "PAUL IS A BAD GUY!!! DONT IDOLIZE PAUL!!!! DONT WALK AWAY FROM DUNE THINKING ITS PRAISING PAUL'S ACTIONS!!!"

i think thats pretty much all i had to say. i might reblog with additions as they hit me but yeah i. i enjoyed the movie. so so much. i think i might watch it again sometime soon while its still in cinemas.

sorry for being unhinged hope u enjoyed my rants. kiss kiss night night <3

#dune #dune part two #dune part 2 #paul atreides #chani kynes #jessica atreides #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #rabban harkonnen #vladimir harkonnen #stilgar #alia atreides #irulan corrino #im so crazy im so feral holy shit #okay im going to bed now #its 1 am lmao #ive been writing these down for like 2 hours since i got back

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blue-jisungs · 7 months ago

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save you

[ song inspo ! ] save you by yuta

[ author’s note ! ] fun fact!! originally i was inspired by the song... mamushi by meg n yuki chiba LMAO just uh, the line "we are stars" .. i was like,, hell yee, singer power couple yuta n yn! but then yutas solo came out n i uh,,,, yeah, it took a turn. also im really happy w this one hehe <3

[ summary ! ] you decided to prioritize your career. a selfish gesture to do, yuta thought. but in the end... was it?

[ extras ! ] idol!yuta, idol!yn; angst-y/hurt2comfort kinda ? some medical stuff but dont quote me on the accuracy, any med nerds feel free to hmu if something is not right!

[ word count ! ] 1831

“we need to talk”

those words, oh those horrific words that yuta hoped would never come out of your mouth, struck him like a lighting.

you were serious, not a single hinge of a positive sign on your face.

your boyfriend stood still, frozen in time. astoundingly, his heart was racing like a mclaren on a highway. before the ringing in his ears got to his brain, he tried to gaslight himself into thinking it’s nothing serious. such simple words should not impact him that much. and yet…

“did something happen?” he asked, reaching his hand out. you were standing in the doorway, hesitating to come in.

“i just… i need you to listen to me” you started softly, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie. yuta knew you like the back of his own hand, he knew you’re nervous.

“i’m breaking up with you”

the whole world stopped, including his breath. eyes widening, lips parting and opening in a shocked motion.

“what?” he breathed out shakily, brows furrowed.

“it’s not you, yuta. it’s me. i… god, i’m such an asshole but you need to understand. you’re a singer too” you carefully picked your words, as if you practiced million times beforehand. “i need to focus on my career. and maybe it’s also… i have this feeling that i’m only shining because of your light. it’s eating me up alive”

“are you kidding me?” yuta blinked, mind resisting what you just said.

“i’m sorry, i know you’ll hate me. and there’s nothing wrong with you, i love and will love you. i just need to be alone” pearly tears balanced at the edge of your waterline, threatening to spill out, but you quickly wiped them. because of that you smeared a bit of your mascara. your voice was barely above a whisper from the beginning to the end. “you have the right to be furious, to be mad. i get it. so i’ll keep going. i just… i’m sorry, yuta. it’s about me, i need to be selfish this one time”

there was a hint of begging in your voice, this kind of sadness that one has when facing their biggest fear. but yuta was too blinded by a whole hurricane of emotions to notice.

it’s been a year since that night and yuta can still clearly recall this memory. despite having more positive memories with you, this one always plays in his head whenever he sees your face. you released two albums, with one debuting last week number one almost everywhere. the public knew you were dating, since the company put a statement about it. however, they did not say anything about your breakup.

so often people that haven’t seen him in a while would congratulate you through him. each time ending with a sour expression on yuta’s face.

he wanted to reach out but all his friends told him not to (“give it a rest” johnny nagged “clearly she doesn’t give a shit about you”).

but the more time passed by, the more sleepless nights spent in deep thought, yuta realized maybe there was another reason. maybe…

“don’t overthink it, that’s how life works. i’m sorry man, she clearly loved you. but you’re in this business too, you know how it is” jaehyun would pat his back with a soft smile.

maybe they were right, maybe it was his heart after all that never came to an agreement with your decision.

he even texted you a couple of times, always meeting with his messages only being seen.

“it’s time to let go, yuta. it’s been a year” taeyong’s advice is always the best, in the end.

“l/n y/n to end her career! the singer didn’t state a reason, only leaving a long apology letter behind for her fans!”

yuta’s heart halted, feeling as if a freezing icicle ripped through the muscle.

first of all, he was genuinely shocked.

second of all, he was worried. you left him to pursue your career and now you’re… leaving? was it all pointless?

as your ex boyfriend (god, that still sounded strange to him) and as an artist himself, he felt like something was not right. he truly wished the best for you and now… you’re quitting?

no one seemed to know what’s up – a massive flood of both hate and sad comments on the internet. twitter was filled with conspiracy theories (like, you flopped or you two broke up – which wasn’t wrong, necessarily. but it wasn’t also fully correct).

yuta knew he had to find out what’s going on. if you’re doing okay. not knowing whether meeting you will only make things worse or better, the only thing he was certain about was facing it.

the sound of doorbell caused you to stir awake from your nap. you rubbed your eyes and stood up, hoping it’s the takeout you ordered.

your living room was covered in darkness, blindfolds rolled all the way down. sure, you were tripping all the time but that way you didn’t have to fight with the mess you made.

you opened the door, leaning to grab the paper bag but instead, your head bumped into something.

you huffed, looking up. you clearly left a message on the order to leave it on the doorstep because…

yuta.

“y/n”

you gasped, ready to close the door. but his foot sliding between the doorframe prevented you from doing so.

you two stared at each other in silence, both analyzing the other’s appearance.

him, red hair stylishly falling on his forehead. he had his loose clothes on, a leather jacket thrown on a grey hoodie. he looked… well. healthy. as if your breakup never happened.

and you… greasy hair, pajamas that you’ve been wearing for the past – god knows how many – days, deep circles under your puffy eyes.

“is everything okay?” yuta had the courage to speak up first, genuine worry in his voice.

you could see he was fighting with emotions on the inside.

opening your mouth and closing it, you wanted to say it.

instead, tears pricked your eyes.

your ex was the first person to ask you that question ever since you dropped the announcement. ironic, isn’t it?

you started hyperventilating, wanting to scream it all out.

“hey, it’s okay. talk to me” he said gently and watched in terror how your face twisted with sadness, pearly tears rolling down your cheeks “hey, y/n…”

you jolted forward and hugged him, arms tightly wrapping around his waist. at first, he wasn’t sure.

code red was booming in his mind, knowing that there’s going to be no way back. but his heart knew he has to be there for you. he has to be the one to comfort you.

so he did, letting you cry everything out. gently holding you, swaying back and fourth. just like he always used to.

just when he felt you calming down, breathing becoming more stable, he leaned away with his hands still on your hips.

“we need to talk”

hah.

now that was ironic due to two reasons.

you nodded and stepped aside, allowing him to come in. yuta did.

he felt a stench of rotten food and dirty clothes. your place was soaking in darkness… not a natural one, it was still sunny outside. anxiety rushed over his body. things are certainly not right.

you sighed deeply and ran your fingers through your hair, thinking.

then, you lead him into your bedroom.

quickly putting the blindfolds up and then sweeping the piles of clothes off your bed, you had to squint your eyes. you had to adjust for the natural lighting.

you felt yuta’s burning gaze on you.

with a heavy heart, you pulled out your phone.

“i’m worried. i have my own challenges and struggles but i feel like you need saving more than me” he hummed softly, ebony eyes scanning you with a tender gaze.

he saw you swallow hardly, typing something. then, you turned your phone around with tears pooling in your eyes once again.

the note read: “i lost my voice permanently”

his heart dropped, breathing coming to a halt.

“what?” his head is spinning, panic settling in. that’s a horror for a singer.

you nodded and added something else.

“i got aphonia. i recently had laryngitis, it disappeared and then appeared again. and so on. until one day it didn’t go away. but my doctor warned me beforehand that this may happen”

yuta closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to reject it. he heard of those illnesses, of course he did. his vocal coach mentioned them but also said that they are very rare, often affecting only 0.4% of the people between ages of 14 and 35.

but he didn’t think… out of all people… it would be you.

he opened his eyes, wanting to say something… anything. no words came out, his throat feeling as if someone held it with an iron grip.

you switched to another note. he looked at the date and his eyes widened upon realizing.

the day before you broke up with him. you already knew, you had it prewritten.

“i thought this day would come and you know how much of an overthinker i am. maybe it’s good i lost my voice because i wouldn’t be able to say it out loud without my voice breaking.

yuta, i wanted to break up with you to save you from pain. i didn’t want you to see me struggle, to see me rot inside because im not able to do what is my passion.

i knew i’d lose my voice sooner or later and wanted to record one or two last albums before i wouldn’t be able to. i wanted to put all my heart in, i knew i had to focus. and spare you pain.

i’m sorry. i know i ended up hurting you nevertheless. it was inevitable

maybe you wou”

the last word was clearly stopped halfway, a thought escaping you.

just when he finished reading, he realized you’re crying again.

everything clicked suddenly, like a puzzle. why were you whispering when you broke up with him, that you did it so he wouldn’t see you suffer. so your decision was just a cover and it wasn’t selfish after all, no. it was the complete opposite.

“it’s alright, it’s alright” yuta said, stepping closer. he wrapped arms around you, pressing your head to his chest gently. the drum of his heart made you shake… you missed that sound “i’ll save you. we’ll go to different doctors. there has to be a cure–”

he wasn’t able to finish because you just shook your head with a loud sniff. “i’ll be here for you now”

you felt weak. like a burden.

“we’ve got this” yuta whispered, a bittersweet feeling in his heart. he hated seeing you in pain, especially such a big one. but now it was his turn to be selfless and help you, save you; love you.

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fuck-customers · 1 month ago

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this is a HUGE fuck management

So i actually like a couple of managers at my job at burgers and fries.

But upper management is full of garbage people.

Like they are horrible and ableist and just actual idiots.

But the most recent incident is one of the managers i like has a few health issues and i get along with her cause i also have a few health issues and we can understand each other in that regard and i atleast get treated fairly when i am struggling a bit on the job cause she gets it.

But the incident happens cause one of the higher ups in the franchise sometimes visits the store and even helps out..

But this bitch of a man (who is getting up there in years) starts bitching at this manager about a little device she keeps out and out of the way that is there to monitor stuff for her health, no one ever cares that its out and we all know she needs it so its not even a problem! But this guy starts telling her to put it away and that she doesnt need it at all and its like, buddy she needs to be able to look at this device at any given moment and also keep it from being damaged or lost and then when she actually looked at the thing and needed to go take care of something health related this man continues to bitch at her and tells her to get back out on the floor when she is trying to take care of herself and just needs a moment to make sure she's okay and safe..

Like shes a manager who has been on this job for years upon years and often stays when someone calls off even when shes been there for hours already, making herself feel miserable and this management guy has the audacity to be an ass to her and on top of that, the store manager also treats her like shit! And doesnt believe that being disabled is actually a real thing and that pain from chronic issues is real either?

Like im bottom of the barrel employee and thats how they treat those above me??

My issues are invisible and even though i bring in doctors notes proving my issues they dont think its real or matters?

And im always doing the most at my job literally all the time, hurting and over straining myself cause literally no one else does anything lol, so because im always running all over the place doing stuff they probably think im lying lol.

But they dont see me limping home, or crying in the shower or gasping cause sometimes little movements cause a spike of pain so bad i want to actually scream, or the sleeping all day just to mitigate feeling some of the pain im in.

I wish all ableists a very get disabled and reflect on your actions maybe before you judge someone because we can all become disabled at any point.

I will not be taking any comments on how if im disabled or if my manager is disabled "why are you working" like do you know how hard it is to get on disability and then how limiting and ableist disability is?? On top of being poor and in pain all the time? Some of us dont have the luxury of not working, not in this economy and with the current government.

So be nice to your coworkers if they are struggling like me maybe.

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rhysandsfavwhore · 8 months ago

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Sweet Dreams

Rhysand x fem!reader

content; stressed and clingy Rhys (i honestly dont know why i like writing about a stressed clingy rhys for), fluff

notes; okay ik this doesn’t completely match up with Rhys’ backstory but its okay☺️

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Ink covers his tanned hands as they grip onto the desk, a result of days and days worth of paperwork. He was writing back to all the courts, gathering plans and information on Hybern.

However, it seems he doesn't have a responsibility of taking care of himself. The pile of uneaten food on the floor directly below his window, his sunken eyes and haunted look is all proof of that fact.

As his childhood friend, you were especially worried for him. He isn't himself. granted, he witnessed and been through much more, but looked like he had lost it.

“If you wanted to see me, you should have just asked.” Rhys sighs, attempting to straighten the mess that is his desk.

“And would you have let me? See you, that is.” You respond, crossing your arms at him. You had made her way in here after claiming his window was ‘broken.’

“I've been busy.” He offers.

“Right.” You nods, her gaze distant, understanding his pressure and mounds of work to get through.

“You know, I think your window is broken. Food always seems to be falling from it.” You says, your brows raising. “You want to explain this to me?”

“No.”

“Rhys.”

“No” He corrects coldly. He then watches her straighten, and feels a twinge of guilt. He takes a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and slowly opening them again.

"Rhys..” you try again, hoping to get anything more than one word from him.

“That will be all, Y/N”

“Rhys, wait-”

“That will be all ”

“Let me help you fix the window. Please. It doesn't have to stay broken.” You says. something in your expression tells Rhys your not just talking about the window, anymore.

“I'm afraid it's beyond repair.” he replies, barely above a whisper.

“oh Rhys” you say, walking over to him and running a hand through his hair. “nothing cannot be fixed”

He allows himself to close his eyes after you run your hand through his messy hair, and he practically melts into your touch. He’d miss this. He’d miss you. He hadn’t seen you all week.

“How can you be sure?” He counters, and it’s almost a challenge.

“because that ‘window’ is not broken, it just needs a hand, and thats what I’m here for.”

He can’t find the strength to fight you on it any longer. He’s tired, both mentally and physically. He can feel the bags under his eyes weighing him down.

He leans into you for comfort, placing his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you. It was a move he hasn’t done since he was a young child, and the memory of his childhood days was almost enough to make him cry.

All he could manage was a weak “I’ve missed you.”

“ive missed you too Rhys” you said, your voice almost breaking. after everything you’ve seen him go through, you couldn’t understand why this hit so hard, but you didn’t want to pry.

Rhys holds you tighter, his grip desperate and needy. Your familiar warmth was almost enough to make him gasp. He’d missed you so much, being cooped up in his office all day just left him with his own thoughts, and he almost drowned in them.

He needed you, here, now.

“shh, im here” you cooed, running fingers through his hair.

The simple, yet affectionate gesture was enough to make Rhys eyes water. He wanted to speak, wanted to say anything to express how he was feeling, but he was afraid that if he even opened his mouth- he’d burst into tears.

So he stayed like that, his arms around your middle and his head pressed against you, listening to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm was like a metronome, and he found himself getting calmer with each thump. This side of him was one he was embarrassed to show, one even you and only seen on few occasions.

you pressed a kiss to the top of his head and allowed him to stay comfortably resting on you, not wanting to disturb he one moment of peace he has had in days.

Rhys felt warmth bloom in his chest as you kissed the top of his head. It was something you used to do all the time when you were kids, and the action itself was enough to bring a few tears to Rhys’ eyes.

“Thank you for checking on me,” He mumbled out the words into your shirt. “I’ve been really out of it, lately.”

“i know, i know. come on you need some rest” you said before taking him by the hand and leading him to his bedroom.

Rhys, while a bit surprised, lets you lead him over to his bed without protest. You could see the exhaustion in his weary eyes, he needed sleep, and he didn’t even realize it.

When you reach the edge of the bed, he stops, and seems to hesitate before laying down. He’s still holding your hand, and makes no move to let go.

you stand, unsure weather you should pull away from his grip or not. “ill go grab you some water, get some sleep” you say, deciding leaving him to rest was your best option.

Rhys’ hand gripped yours tighter in reaction, and you could see a hint of panic in his expression. “Don’t go.” He muttered.

He really did look like a lost little kid at the moment. His hair was messy, his eyes were tired, and his clothes disheveled.

You smiled slightly at him and gave a small nod and you lay on the edge of the bed, slightly propped up against the headboard, unsure what to do.

Almost as if he were magnetized, Rhys quickly moves over to you, and lays down on the bed next to you. He doesn’t let go of your hand, instead he intertwines his fingers with yours.

He can’t bring himself to move his gaze away from you, he looks at you with the eyes of a man starved; who finally found some water. He just needed you now.

You gently ran his free had down the side of his face giving him a sweet smile.

Rhys leaned into the soft touch of your hand against the side of his face. He couldn’t help but close his eyes for a second, savoring the feeling of your fingers on his skin. Every little touch sent his heart racing.

He opened his eyes after a moment, and gave you a weak smile. “You always used to do that.” He muttered out the words just loud enough for you to hear, “Whenever I couldn’t sleep.”

“i know” you gave him a soft smile and kept your reassuring movements going.

Rhys was practically purring at the feeling of your fingers against his skin. The combination of it and his exhaustion was making his eyelids feel incredibly heavy.

He moved himself closer, until his head was rested against your chest. He could hear the rhythmic thump of your heartbeat through your shirt, and it almost made him yawn.

You were shocked at how close he got to you. a part of you relaxed knowing that you always wanted to be more than friends but scared to tell him and thought maybe, he now felt the same, but you brushed the thought aside knowing he needed his friend now, not a girl pinning over him.

He shifted on the bed, until he was resting mostly on top of you. He wrapped his arms around your midsection, his grip desperate and almost needy.

He was silently begging you to stay with him, even if he didn’t realize it. He buried his head against your chest, and let out a shaky breath.

“get some sleep Rhys” you sighed, smoothing your hands down his back.

Rhys could feel the steady rise and fall of your chest as your hands move up and down his back, the sensation was hypnotizing.

He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, and he found himself drifting off to sleep. He mumbled something, but it was inaudible with his face buried into your shirt.

As he drifted off, you whispered, so quite you could hardly hear yourself, “i love you Rhys” hoping he was asleep.

But he wasn’t asleep, and he’d heard.

He felt his heart flutter in his chest, and a warm feeling began to bloom in his chest. You loved him. You loved him?

He didn’t speak, and he didn’t move. He pretended that he was asleep. He wanted to hear more.

“i love you Rhys, i always have” you whispered, thinking out loud as you ran your hands through his hair, thinking this is the closest you will every get to being more than a best friend to him.

The words echoed in Rhys’ head, over and over again. You loved him. You always had.

He could’ve laughed, he certainly wanted to. Had he really been that dense?

He could feel your fingers running through his messy hair, and it was enough of a distraction to keep him from exploding with emotions right there.

“sweet dreams Rhys”

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#acotar #acotar x reader #acotar x you #fem!reader #rhysand #rhysand oneshot #rhysand x reader #a court of thorns and roses #fluff #rhys acotar #rhys x reader #rhysand fluff #acotar fluff

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slut4abs · 2 months ago

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Vi meets your parents for the first time except, things dont go wonderfully.

CW: VixFem!Reader, reader has religious parents, they are immigrants, homophobia, angst, maybe part two???

AN: SORRY YALL THIS IS MY FIRST EVER WRITING AND VERY SELF DIVULGENT IF YALL HATE IT IM SORRY IF YOU LIKE IT UM.. lmk .///.

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"I'm like... 75% sure this will go well, babe. So don't even worry about it!..." You murmured to a nervous, sweaty Vi.

Today, she will be meeting your parents. And no, it's no biggie- only that, she's metting thE PARENTS OF THE GIRL SHE'S BEEN IN LOVE WITH FOR MONTHS.

No big deal.

But of course Vi was nervous, she had to make a good first impression. She had to make sure she was the perfect girlfriend tonight (not that she wasn't already, but she often gets in her own head). She would be polite, uber punctual, and ever so graceful. Now, you knew your parents would love her, I mean, who wouldn't.

And no, you weren't worried about them disliking her one bit. What you WERE worried about, however, was your parents' mindset.

You had been out for a while now, loud and proud and unashamed. Everyone knew about it, you would scream it from the rooftops. Everyone knew, including your parents. Your orthodox and quite religious parents.

Being the chill 21st century parents they were trying to be, your parents weren't actually too strict. They let you wear whatever, do whatever and honestly, you loved it. However, they ARE after all 1st gen immigrants, who cared deeply about their religion, but above all, you.

That's why you thought it would all go well. Smooth sailing. Maybe with a small bump here and there.

Vi made sure to dress as sharply as possible, busting out her year-old dress shirt in an effort to impress your parents. She trembled as she rang the doorbell, though you tried to soothe her by rubbing your thumb against the back of her hands as you held hers tightly (a little nervous yourself).

They invited you in as you greeted them enthusiastically, motioning Vi to follow suit. You guys all arranged yourself around the table as you and your mum began to serve the food. And for the most part, it went well. Your parents were impressed with what Vi was doing in life, managing both Uni and a demanding apprenticeship as an enforcer in Piltover. And she was polite and charismatic, funny but respectful. You were beyond overjoyed that your parents seemed to love her.

Until, you and your parents left Vi at the dining table to put away the dishes, squeezing into your parents' tight kitchen. "She seems lovely, dear..." your mother started, and your eyes lit up immediately.

"Actually yeah, Mum, Dad, I need to tell you guys someth-"

"Well she kind of looks like a.. lesbian.." your dad continued, interrupting you mid-sentence. Your heart drops.

"C'mon be nicer.. What we mean to say is, she's sweet and all but.. we don't think you should be around people like that, honey..." Your mother held your hands gently, as if she couldn't see your heart shattering in your chest.

"People like what. Mum." you bit out, trying not to let them get to you and knowing they would come around eventually.

"It's just that," your dad started, "you have a very bright future sweetie. Soon you'll graduate Uni, ready to set off and find a great job and maybe evn your future husband-"

"Dad-"

"All I'm saying is, people like that don't usually get far in life. It isn't easy being.. one of them."

"I don't understand, i thought you loved her." You started to raise your voice,not realising Vi standing by the door right behind you.

"And we do, it's just that-"

"No mum.. i. I've heard enough. You've said enough. I thought that after all these years, you guys would finally come around and understand that this is a part of me. That that girl literally carries a piece of my soul in her hands and takes care of it so gently, that i couldn't imagine as much as breathing without her. I'm not being quirky or playing a prank, you should know that, because i love you guys too damn much to do that, but right now I'm just hurt. I- I think we're gonna leave now. Sorry.." You turn around, shocked to see Vi appear behind you, a grim look on her face and a million things dancing around in those damn misty eyes.

"I hope I'm not overstepping but... I know how much your daughter loves you. She won't tell you this, but she works extra hard on all her assignments to make you proud, she goes to sleep a little early on Fridays so she doesn't have to face the homesickness, she has a picture of your beautiful family on her desk and she... I don't know, I think she's beautiful and hard-working and gentle. And I understand if you think I'm not good enough for her, hell, i don't think i am either, but please. Never doubt how much she loves you and everything she does for you." Something shifted, your parents eyes grew softer but they did nothing to ease the tension in the room. Wordlessly and frankly hopelessly, you and Vi trudged back to you car.

"Soooo... that.. could've went worse.." Vi started, obviously noticing the tightness in your shoulders.

"FUCK VI, I don't get it! I've been perfect. I've never misbehaved or disrespected them because i know how much they do for me. I'm getting good grades, I have a loving partner who's also doing amazing in life, why.. Why can't they just..." Tears begin to stream down your face slowly, the heaviness in your throat fracturing your sentences.

"It's okay babe.. Let's just, head home for now." She sighed, hand in yours, softly rubbing her thumb against the back of your hand as you approached your shared accommodation.

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Part Two???

#vi fluff #arcane #vi x reader #vi x you #can you tell I'm going through it right now #lesbians

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alexa-yukiyu · 9 months ago

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Burning Protection ( Red haired pirates x Reader)

A/N YOOO ITS BEEN A LONG TIME, IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYY, I came back but I dont think I came back cooking y’all, I swear im going to try to make a dent in the requests soon, I really miss writing but I just got the biggest block, but damn do I miss it.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

Dokucha Stills at the powerful presence, turning around to spot a red-haired man with a serious expression on his scarred face, similar expressions mirrored on the men behind him.

"Rays of sunshine, the lot of you, aren't you?" They questioned nervously

"Did you burn the Flag?" The man questioned, ignoring their joking statement

"Flag? Buddy, I'm not sure what you're on about."

"That's not what the villagers seemed to say when asked. Everyone said the same thing 'It was the carrying a staff, one that fits the description of the one you are carrying," Hongo piped in, glancing at them and said items

"It could have been someone else carrying a staff. Did you think of that?" They frowned when their jest was received by the first mate pointing his riffle their way

"Stop messing around."

"Alright, Alright, gee, all this over a flag, was it?"

"It might seem like just a flag to you, but that flag provides safety to not only this village but others as well. If I let them get desecrated like this, allies and friends would become targets."

Their eyes harden at his words as they begin to understand the severity of the situation

"I apologize; I was not aware how important this flag was; regardless, I was not lying; I have not burned any flags."

"Are you saying that the dozens of people that pointed us your way are lying?"

"I'm saying that they were wrong, and you are fools to assume the first person to closely meet that description is the person you're looking for; I mean, all you got is the description of a staff, for all you know, someone could have borrowed-" they stopped their rambling as they purse their lips a realization hitting them ,something that was not lost to Shanks

"I didn't burn your flag," they repeated

"But you know who did."

"..."

"You can either tell us now, or we can drag you with us as we find out who It was; we will find eventually," Benn spoke as he lowered his rifle

Dokucha sent a scowl their way, muttering curses under their breath, relaxing after a second and glancing at the men standing in front of them

"Just... a promise must be made that you will not harm them."

"I apologize, but given the circumstances, I cannot promise that; as I said, many people depend on that flag, and the act of burning it down is not only an act against me but of my allies."

"You will understand when you see them; you will also want to avoid violence."

"As I said, I cannot promise anything."

"Just follow me," they sighed, only to be stopped by the sniper as he extended his hands toward them

"We will hold onto that," he said, gesturing to their staff

"Absolutely not!" they growled, holding the staff away from him

"It wasn't a request," Shanks spoke as he approached the two

"We are giving you the benefit of the doubt and not treating you as the culprit of this, but we cannot leave you armed."

"There better not be a single splinter out of place when I get it back," they growl, shoving the staff on Yassop's awaiting hands, who just throws her a grin

"If you do get it back."

"Yo-

"Let's go." Shanks orders, grabbing them by the forearm and pulling them forward as they made their way farther from the village

"Why do you live so far from the village?" Hongo questioned after they had made their way closer to a cottage set apart from the rest of the village

"That's hardly any of your business," they mutter as they unlock the front door once Shanks released his grip on them

"Normally, I would say get comfortable, but I really don't ca-

Their words are promptly interrupted as crashing sounds echoe above them, a scowl growing on their face as the sounds continued

“What is that?” Questioned Limejuice

“That,” they began kicking a nearby bean chair forward

“Is the sound of me being wrong” they finished watching as a child fell seemingly out of nowhere and into the Bean chair

“Han,” they called with a frown on their face

“Hi…” she greeted, a nervous smile on her face

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything…”

“Don’t give me that,” they growled, pinching the child’s cheek

“Here I thought Holl was behind this, but it was you, wasn’t it?

“Ow! That hurts! Listen, I just wanted to practice. How was I supposed to know that it would fire like that?! Everyone started freaking out, so I started freaking out, and I ran!” She cried

They glare at her for a moment longer before they let out a sigh and ruffled her head

“Just tell me next time, yeah? I don’t mind teaching you a few spells; no need to steal my things and sneak out.”

She gives them a nod as she nervously glance at the pirates, who by now had stood and watched the exchange in silence

“Are they going to hurt me?” She whispers

“No, don’t worry about a thing. Your big sibling has this, okay? Can you go prepare Holl something to eat? I'm sure they are hungry.”

They watch the girl nod and scamper

“Well, looks like I am guilty after all,” they sigh

“Our problem is with the kid; she burned the flag; she is the one we have business with.”

“No, your business is with me. That child is under my care, so any kind of retaliation you have to make against the burning of a piece of cloth is done against me, not him.”

Shanks's eyes narrow at their words, the frown on his face growing deeper

“Oi, oi, piece of cloth?!” One of the officers growled

“Is that not what it is? Despite what it stands for, at the end of the day, it is a piece of cloth that just happened to be destroyed under the hands of a child.”

“Yo-

“Dokucha!!” The pirate’s response is quickly cut off as a new voice cuts in as they barge the way into the small cottage

“Dokucha! It’s Holl!”

“What happened?”

“They had another accident; we need your help; they are in a really bad state,” the young man pants out his breaths ragged due to what they could assume was a run all the way to the cottage

Dokucha’s eyes widen at the news

“Han! Come here! We need to go now!” They called As they make a move to follow the man out, only to be stopped by a scabbard; following it Dokucha finds the sheath to be from the Captain

“What the hell are you doing?! Move!” they cried, pushing against the weapon, surprised to find that they could not move it despite it being held by a single hand.

“This matter has not been resolved; the burning of the flag is not something I will take lightly.”

“We can resolve this once I ensure my siblings are alive and well!”

“Then we will go as well; I will not take the chance of you leaving without your comeuppance for what has happened here.”

“I can only transport myself and another person,” they said, gesturing to Little Han at their side

“Walking will take far too long. I‘m telling you, I just want to help my sibling. Once their safety is assured, then I will return. You have my word.”

“Your word hardly means anything to me.”

“Please,” they begged

Shanks watched as they lowered themselves to the ground in a kneel as they begged; the person who was making but a mockery of the flag and the meaning behind it mere seconds ago was now at his feet

“I am begging you, Red hair. My word might not mean anything, but it is all I have; allow me to save my sibling, and then I will return and receive any punishment you deem equal to the destruction of the flag. Just please let me go save them.”

Shanks remains quiet until he extends the staff to them

“She stays; one of my men will go with you instead,” he finally decides

“Tha-

“That is as far as I will go,” he said, interrupting what surely was an attempt to refuse

“Dokucha, it’s okay, I ‘ll stay,” Han speaks as she broke apart from them, taking a step back and closer to the Captain

“It’s my fault this is happening, so please let me do this.”

Dokucha stares at the girl with a frown on their face as they finally make a decision, turning toward her

“I‘ll be back okay? Everything will be okay,” they promise

“I know everything will be okay, because you are here.”

“Hongo, go with them,” Shanks calls

“Aye, Boss”

Shanks holds onto the staff tighter as they make a move to grab it

“Don’t do anything both of us will regret,” he warned as he released his grip, watching as they bowed their head and made their way out, watching as both them and his doctor disappeared before them

Sooo Hi guys 🙊

Yall its been so long I lowkey forgot I formatted these pieces

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cloudcountry · 9 months ago

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Hello, I wanted to ask if you could please write something with Eiland or reader confessing their feelings to the other? It could be intentional or accidental, completely up to you.

I would really appreciate it if you could, but I understand if you don’t have the time. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a lovely day and everyday forward! 💕

SUMMARY: you have a reason to stay in mistria now.

COMMENTS: OH OF COURSE I CAN WRITE THIS <333 I LOVE EILAND MWAH i wrote this in like forty minutes sobs im too tired to edit if you see a typo no you dont

It’s your soft breathing and the way the back of your hand brushes against his that makes his stomach flip, his heart fluttering anxiously in his chest. Eiland isn’t sure how much longer he can hold on to the emotions swelling in his chest, begging and pleading to be set free as if they’ve been imprisoned inside his chest for the better part of two years.

In some way, Eiland supposes they had.

You just look so nice tonight, the most lovely thing you’re wearing being your smile, flashes of teeth as you laugh and the delicate curve of your lips catching his eye. Your laugh is like a siren call, and he finds himself recalling everything he knows about the Mermaid’s Comb in the museum to calm down. While it’s technically not related to sirens, it's the closest thing his scrambled mind can think of right now.

It does little to help when all that blasted comb does it make him think of you lovingly brushing his hair as the fireplace crackles in the background and he tells you about his latest archaeological discovery.

“Eiland?” you whisper, soft as the night breeze and the muted hollering from the Inn.

He makes a noise of acknowledgement, looking over at you. You’re looking at him too, eyes wide and bright, and his heart shudders when he sees the stars from above reflected in your pupils. He swallows, finding the courage in his heart to press the back of his hand right against yours. You gasp, soft and surprised, and Eiland feels so warm.

“There’s...I received an offer from the Capital.” you murmur, voice shaking as you try to maintain your composure, “They heard about my accomplishments in Mistria and wanted me to take on some higher level jobs for some nobles.”

Eiland's heart drops right out of his body, slamming into the cobblestones beneath his feet.

No.

He opens his mouth and you grab his hand, giving him a meaningful look. He shuts his lips tight, pulling them into a thin line, cheeks heating at the touch.

“It got me thinking about...where I want my life to go. I’m not getting any younger.” you admit, “And I don’t want my life to be at the Capital at all. They’ve been badgering me about new jobs and they keep raising the money I could earn but it’s...it’s not enticing.”

Eiland’s eyes are searching yours, unaware of what you’re trying to say, his brain processing your words over and over and over again, trying to find your meaning. Your thumb is stroking the back of his hand and it makes him shiver—if you asked, he could blame it on the wind, but he knows how desperate he is for you to be near him and how badly it affects him when you are.

“I wanted to tell you this first because...well, I’m not sure if you’d feel the same way or not...but I don’t want to leave here. I’m satisfied with what Mistria has given me. I came here for the land, but that land has become my home. And I want to share it with someone someday.”

Him reading to you by the fireplace. Having Adeline over for family dinners. Watering your crops in the morning before you get out of bed. Making you breakfast every morning. Cleaning the house while you’re gone. Having his own home library, a mixture of your tastes and his. You being an in-law to his aunt and sister.

“I was thinking...if I was going to stay here, and if I was going to share my life with someone...well, I...”

You hand feeding him sweets. You two sitting in rocking chairs on a rainy day. You calling him baby or honey or boyfriend or love or darling or husband. The two of you visiting the General Store to pick up groceries. The whole town knowing you’re together.

You swallow, as if preparing for something.

Eiland’s imagination is too far away from him now.

“I would want that person to be you.”

Eiland freezes, flushed cheeks burning and pretty lips parted. His eyes are wide, unbelieving, and with the way his heartbeat pounds in his ears he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven.

“What?” is the only thing he can muster, shaking fingers intertwining with yours, darting eyes searching yours like a man gone mad.

“In other words,” you tear your gaze away, flustered at the proximity, knowing anyone could walk outside of the Inn at any given moment and see you, holding hands with Eiland, nearly pressed against his chest, “I want to be with you.”

Eiland’s face brightens, his arms pulling you into him and you crash against his chest. His arms soften your fall, holding you up and he squeezes you close, nose pressed to your skin and hair tickling your face. You can feel his excited breaths against the warmth of your cheeks and you squirm, flustered and unused to the proximity.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just so happy.” he sounds like he’s about to cry, hands pressed to your back like you’re his salvation, “I’ve liked you for so long. I didn’t think you’d felt the same.”

“I do.” you confess, wiggling his hold just loose enough to free your hand, running your fingers through his hair, “You’re a treasure Eiland. I like you very much.”

Eiland pulls away and laughs, joyful and boyish, his grin infectious.

“To think, you would deny the Capital for me!” he places a hand over his heart, eyes crinkling in the corners as he gazes upon you adoringly, “My dear, I am smitten with you!”

#auburn's fics <3 #auburn in mistria <3 #fom eiland #fom eiland x reader #fields of mistria #fields of mistria x reader #fields of mistria eiland #fields of mistria eiland x reader #eiland x reader #gn reader

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quantum1mmortality · 2 years ago

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Ok so I was thinking about a smut with a leech and wanted to ask you to do (i love how u write)

What about a AFAB!reader that likes to open her mouth and sometimes you do it without realizing it.

I read somewhere that eels have it like an invitation to mate or something like that (dont remember so much)

And about if is jade or floyd… well, both are my favs so I cant choose. What works better I guess

EEK TYSM!!! I feel as tho floyd would fit this better bc jade is a smart boy, probs knows that humans just open their mouths wide for random shit but floyd

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Hes a lil stupid when it comes to these things(I love him I swear)

10/10, would fuck in the VIP room again

-floyd probably lmao(also the name of the fic)

♧CW!!! fem reader, breeding kink yas slay, unsafe sex(wear condoms kids), degrading(? Floyd calls us a slut for yawning around other men but he loves us 🤞), little to no foreplay hes too hawny, semi public sex, pwp?, mentions of jade but light, none that I can think of right now but floyd is such a silly little goose(im terrified of him)

NOT PROOFREAD

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♧ you were originally here to study.

Seeing as your boyfriend, Floyd, was nowhere to be seen. Sitting in the mostro lounge while waiting for Floyd to be on break was a normal occurrence.

Since it had been awhile with slight glimpses of him taking care of customers, you decided to start studying on your own. Opening up a text book and starting to read and take notes, Jade comes over with your order.

"Apologies for my brother taking so long. The customers he has are being seriously rude, we're trying our best to have him not squish them." Jade says as he places your tea on the table in front of you.

"How long will he be?" You ask as you take a small sip of your tea. Jade rests his chin on his hand as he closes his eyes, seemingly in thought.

"Soon." He simply says as he walks away.

Although odd, you've gotten used to Jades strange behavior. As you were about to return to studying, you spotted Floyd waiting on the table across from you. He shoots you a smile before turning back to his customers.

You took that as a sign to go back to studying. Flipping open your text book, you begin to take notes again. As you get further into the book, your eyelids begin to feel heavy. Resting your head on your hand, you start to close your eyes for longer periods once blinking.

As you began to drift off to a light sleep, you felt yourself yawning as you began to shift in your chair.

Having finally settled in a comfortable position, you begin to get lulled into a peaceful sleep by the surround sound of calming music in the lounge.

Drifting off, you get woken up by a sudden loud noise. "Boo!" It was Floyd, creeping up behind you just to scare you awake. Playfully punching his chest as you complain about how you just fell asleep, he takes your hand, leading you off somewhere.

"Floyd, where are you taking me?" You say between giggles. "Somewhere, it'll be fun, I promise." He says as he gives you a wink.

He leads you to the VIP room, which usually isn't occupied by anyone, like now. Just the two of you. He turns around to lock the door, he turns back to you, eyes widened with an unpleasant look on his face.

"That thing you did out there, I cant believe you did it infront of other men. Do you understand what they may think now? Think im not your boyfriend? Think I dont treat you well enough?" Confusion. All you felt in the moment was pure confusion.

"Floyd, what the fuck are you talking about? I was just studying, nothing happened." You could tell he was getting frustrated. "That thing! Where you opened your mouth wide!"

"You mean yawning? The.... thing people do.... when they're tired?"

"You can't do that around merfolk." Oh. Oh? This seems like something you can tease him on.

"Oh? And whys that, Mr eel boy?" You say as you chuckle. Somehow, floyd got even more pissed at this, he slammed both your arms above you and against the wall behind you, eyes still wide, and very much angry.

"You don't understand what you're doing. You're making a mating invite by doing that, what if the other merfolk saw? Or worse, what if Jade saw?"

"Floyd im sorry okay, I didn't mean to, seriously-" you were cut off by him smashing his lips onto yours, you fed into it, not resisting in the slightest.

He began to sink his head down to your neck, making soft bites on it and licking up the semi bloody aftermath. "If you want to act like a slut, then I'll fuck you like one." He says before digging his open hend into the flesh of your thigh and biting down on your collar bone.

You choke out a groan at the sudden pain as floyd slowly kisses the bite, making it feel more pleasurable than anything.

Once hes done, he looks up at you. "You're okay with this, right?"

"Yeah, just don't do anything stupid." You're able to say between puffs of hot air. Giving you a smile, he hooks his finger under the strap of your panties, taking his other hand off your wrists. Sliding down the peice of fabric while biting off his glove, he starts to suck on your neck as he begins to work his fingers into you.

Taking his thumb and rubbing it over your clit as he slowly sinks two fingers inside you. You moan out as he begins to curl them in you, sucking on the bite mark you made earlier.

"F-fuck... I cant take it anymore." Floyd groans out as he unbuckles his belt. Lining up his thick cock with your hole, "You're sure you're okay with this, right?" He says one last time in a panted breath.

"Yes just... don't do anything stupid-" and you were cut off once again by him doing something stupid.

He thrusts his whole length into you at once, earning a low, throaty groan from him as you were just trying to find stability. He takes both you thighs and wraps them around his waist, being able to hit much deeper in the position.

Mere seconds later, all the pain you felt turned into pure, absolute pleasure as he started fucking you against the wall.

Filling the room with moans of utter bliss from the both of you, having Floyd come completely undone after minutes. "I'm gonna fill you up so fucking good- make everyone know you're mine- have those other eel bitches know if you're gonna be a slut, you're gonna be mine, understood?"

You're barely able to make his words out as you start to feel lightheaded from the pleasure. His grip on you tightens as you feel him twitch inside you. "Fuck, im gonna-" he was cut off by a powerful moan as he came inside you, slowing down his pace in the process.

Floyd slowly sinks down to the floor as he places you down on it, leaving you for a moment as he grabs a wash cloth. He starts to clean you in silence, waiting for you to say something. You were too tired to speak, however.

Once you're clean, he makes himself presentable again as he picks you up and walks you back to your table. Once he sets you down, he walks off and brings back a bottle of water and some snacks.

"Dont worry, they're on me." He says with a wink.

As he turns to walk away, you grab onto his sleeve to get his attention. He leans in close to hear you over the bustling crowd. "Floyd, I didn't get to fini-" he places his index finger over your mouth.

"Now, now, I didn't forget my dear, I promise. If you're good today then I'll double it tonight, hm?" And with that, he walks off and returns to his job where jade and azul kept yelling at him for bailing.

As you sit in silence while occasionally looking over at Floyd, he makes eye contact with you while being yelled at. Going back to you table, you realize something, your tea has gone cold.

Oh dear, whoever will you call over to replace it?

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A/n: i had no clue how to end this fic wiwhwihsiwow im going insane

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #floyd leech #floyd twst #twst floyd #floyd leech smut #twst floyd smut #floyd twst smut #jade is mentioned but hes not important #sorry jade enjoyers lmao

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callme-holly · 3 months ago

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Hey, could you write a Dallas x reader who didn't do well on a test or something and is really stressed about it?? Like him comforting them and such, thanks :)

𝐢'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 - 𝐃.𝐖

a/n: slowly getting back into the flow. this was very self reflection/vent im sorry

Dallas had known something was wrong the moment you didn’t pick up the phone, that familiar sense of dread and unease curling in his lower stomach as the phone rang out, leaving him to slam it back down onto the receiver with no reply and a much more crowded mind than before.

He hadn’t really thought about what he was doing, didn’t have any rational thought behind his actions; it never once crossed his mind that you were okay, that you were sleeping… He just knew that something wasn’t right, and he needed to be there for it.

Your room was silent when he stepped in, and it didn’t take a genius to sense your misery. It practically radiated off of you in waves, hitting him like a tsunami and dragging him under. He wasn’t one for comfort, was far too awkward and inexperienced when it came to any form of human emotions… But the second he saw the graded paper on your desk in front of you, he could guess what was wrong.

“Nice grade…” he mumbled, causing you to startle. He wasn’t being sarcastic, not at all. Your grade was good, but it wasn’t your average. And that’s what’s bothered you. You could do better, and yet you’d gotten lower despite how hard you tried.

“Dont…” You mumbled weakly, grabbing the paper and stuffing it amongst a pile of things that would never see the light of day again. It was better unseen.

Dallas only hummed in response, lazy yet understanding as he sat on the edge of your desk, twirling your pen between his fingers. “I mean it. Ain’t bad. I’ve seen worse.”

He was trying to help; you knew that. But it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You wanted to be the best, wanted the grade you’d envisioned. Your friends had gotten higher than you, had scored at least a grade above you, and some selfish part of you hated them for that. You were the smart one; you were always the one on top…

“Hey”, Dallas’ voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you met his eyes once more. You sniffled lightly; you weren’t going to try, not over something as small as this. And yet the emotions bubbling up inside of you were so incredibly overwhelming that you couldn’t help it.

“I just... I thought I’d do better.” You whispered, sounding so incredibly defeated and hurt , that it crushed Dallas. He’d never cared about grades, about school, but he had seen how hard you tried, how much effort you’d put into this test… And in your eyes it was all for nothing.

“So what? You tried; that’s what matters, doll. Who cares if it ain’t your average? This test don’t dictate your whole life.” He let you lean into him, brushing a small, tender kiss to your forehead. You needed this. “If your friends did better, who cares? You still did good and people are proud of ya.” He didn’t say it directly, but you knew it. He was proud of you.

“I just feel horrible for being jealous.” You dropped your gaze, shame washing over you, your eyes downcast and sad. It was wrong of you to feel envious for turning the anger towards yourself into anger towards them simply because they did better. It wasn’t fair, and yet you couldn’t help it.

“It’s normal,” Dallas shrugged, tilting your face up so your eyes met his once more. His voice was low; its usual roughness was still present, but there was an unfamiliar softness to it that made you pause.

“How would you know?” You didn’t mean it in a malicious way; Dallas had never cared about school or exams, so how could he ever tell you what was normal to feel afterwards? Still, he didn’t take offence, merely shrugging.

“Because everyone gets mad at the people who do better than them. It’s normal, doll. You’re used to being good and now you’re not at your best. It hurts, but I ain’t gonna judge you for being angry ‘bout it, man.”

It didn’t make total sense, and it wasn’t logical at all, but it helped you to feel slightly less guilty and took a little weight off your shoulders. He wasn’t going to judge you. He supported you, and he was proud of you. And you supposed that was what mattered most.

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paiges-1vur · 1 year ago

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welcome to the party… pt. 4 and as always enjoy loves <3

“Ana.” Paige’s face flashes with concern, “before i start, we need to establish a safe word. If you ever want me to stop you need to tell me right away, and I will.”

Im taken aback by Paiges sudden change of emotion, but understand how important this is to her. I nod my head in understanding.

“Your safe word is red, okay? you need to tell me that you understand, use your words.”

“I understand.” I whisper, “now please let me have it Paige.” I become more needy each second she isn’t pleasing me.

She flashes me a devious smile as she climbs down to move in between my legs.

“So heres how its going to go. I can make you feel good, as long as you do exactly what i say.”

“O-okay” My breath hitches as i anticipate her touch.

She bites down on my inner thigh before soothing it with her kiss. I yelp at the sudden pain but cant help the pleasure it gave me. She moves to my other leg and does the same but bites down even harder this time.

I fail to suppress a needy moan.

“Do you want me to keep going?” she asks in between my legs.

“Yes Paige.” I answer with my eyes shut tightly

“Okay, I can do that. But if you want me to keep touching you, you need to tell me why you want it. What makes you want me to fuck you so bad”

I feel her breath on my exposed pussy, still dripping and sensitive from her teasing me earlier. I cant take this any longer.

“Your so sexy when you play basketball” I confess. She plants another kiss closer to my core.

“So you have watched my games?” I can feel her smiling below me. Shes so cocky.

“Ive watched your highlights Paige.” I admit. At this she grabs my hands and reaches into her nightstand to grab something. She takes my hands and handcuffs them to the bed above me. I look up at her doing this and it drives me crazy.

I take this as a sign to keep going. “Thinking about having your long fingers buried inside me drove me crazy all night.” She reaches up a hand before spitting again on my clit. I whine at the sudden movement of her slowly moving over my clit in circles.

I arch into her touch and squirm against the restraints above me.

“Stop moving.” She commands. I do as she says and she rewards me with a quick, “Good girl.”

Her agonizingly slow pace is driving me insane. I decide to speak up, desperate for release.

“Paige,” I breathe. She looks up at me. “Please.”

A mix between a growl and a laugh comes from her. “Please what.” she picks up the pace of her fingers ever so slightly, teasing me.

“Please fuck me. Fuck me so hard, right now.” She looks up at me tied to the bed, a mess everywhere begging for her fingers. The bed is already soaked by this point but Paige wasn’t even close to done with me.

She sucks on 2 fingers before putting them inside of me. My back immediately arches into her touch and she licks her lips looking down at the sight of me. She puts her free hand on the side of my stomach providing her a better angle as she fucks me with her fingers.

Her pace is much faster than before. She curls her fingers reaching my G spot and my eyes roll to the back of my head. At this point I’m screaming Paiges name for the whole building to hear, but I don’t care.

“Fuck!” I scream out loudly. Paige takes this as a sign to lower herself onto me and start using her tongue and fingers at the same time. She teases my sensitive clit with her tongue while driving her fingers in and out of me at a relentless pace.

“I cant take this anymore,” I breathe out between heavy moans.

“Dont come yet.” Paige is still using her mouth and her fingers at the same time with ease. It’s destroying me from the inside out, and it takes everything in me not to come all over her perfect fucking face right then and there.

My legs start shaking with exhaustion, and Paige knows Im about to come. She keeps me on the edge for about another minute until I really cant take it anymore. Right before I ride my high she comes out from under me.

Before i have the chance to say anything she sticks her fingers into my mouth, dripping wet with my arousal. she makes me lick her fingers clean before giving me a good mouth fucking with them.

Im so overwhelmed I cant even speak. she licks the rest of myself off her lips before flipping me over on my stomach.

“On your knees.” She commands, “Ass up” I do as she says and get on my knees, still not understanding whats going on.

She moves my hands to be cuffed behind my back and my face is stuffed deep into the pillows.

Shes sitting behind me, and i can feel her eyes burning into my skin.

“So fucking beautiful.” She lands a hard slap on my ass and I jump. This doesn’t stop her from doing it again, leaving yet another hard slap on the other side.

She ties my feet together, so Im stuck in this position. the restraints are tight and when she sees im wiggling she plants a more agressive and firm slap on my ass.

“Dont you fucking dare.”

Before I even process her words I let out a loud moan. Paige is in between my legs eating me from the back. She licks a long stripe up my folds before she hums against my pussy giving me goosebumps.

Im still being held back by the restraints burning into my ankles and wrists. She starts fucking me with her mouth relentlessly, as if i was her last meal ever.

Im a complete mess, dripping all over the already soaked sheets, screaming and moaning at the top of my lungs, shaking with exhaustion.

her nails dig into my thighs as she grips them for support while driving me absolutely crazy with her mouth. I can feel I’m reaching my high and my breathing quickens, as my body starts to shake heavily.

I can feel her fast breathing and her hungry growls as she continues to eat me out with ease. Her tongue is driving me crazy and i cant take it much longer.

“Paige, please let me come I cant take it any longer” I manage to breathe out in a needy tone. My head is stuffed so deep in the sheets, that i’m sure are stained with tears and leftover makeup.

“I’ll let you come.” I feel her smirk below me as i anticipate the catch. “But I want to hear how good of a job i did.” I shake my head in the sheets and she laughs. She whispers against me, “And you have to call me mommy.”

Her breath against my core, along with her dirty talk is enough to send me over the edge. I use everything in me not to come then and there above her.

“O-okay” I stutter out as her mouth returns to my clit, teasing it slowly. She starts to bring her fingers up to me, and pushes two inside of me

Her other hand is on my hip helping me ride her fingers while her mouth is focused on my clit. She pushes another finger inside of me. Im riding her fingers, flooded with pleasure, unfolding ontop of her.

“Im going to come” I scream out still riding her long slim fingers. “You fuck me so good,” Im talking in between moans and shallow breaths. “Nobody else can ever fuck me as good as you- holy shit.” I release a deep moan as Paige curls her fingers inside of me still pumping them in and out of me at a relentless pace.

“Mommy please let me come, im so close, please” I start crying, my pleading muffled by the pillows.

Paige removes her mouth from under me, sitting up now behind me. She keeps fucking me with her fingers while she plants another hard slap on my already bruised ass.

“Yeah baby, you need to come?” She starts teasing me. “Who fucks you so good. Who makes you a mess everywhere huh? Nobody else but me can fucking do that- do you like i can.” She spits.

“Such a filthy whore about to come all over my hand. Come baby.”

I scream as i release myself all over her hand, squirting all over the bed, finally releasing after hours of built up pressure. Paige takes off my restraints before flipping me back onto my back.

She comes up to my face. “You did so good for mommy.” She smiles and whispers to me.

She makes me taste myself, slipping her dripping fingers in my mouth. As I suck them clean for her she brings her other hand to my throat choking me. Still overstimulated from the release I just had, I start to see stars. I fight to breathe while she fucks my mouth with her fingers and chokes me with her other hand.

Once she thinks ive done a good enough job cleaning her fingers she releases her hand from my throat.

“Now what do you have to say to me?” She asks into my ear. Her breath is hot and sends shivers down my arms.

“Thank you mommy.” I whisper back to her.

hey guysss so this is the last part and this mini series is finally over! lmk if i should keep writing and don’t be shy to drop reqs for me! Im lowkey high asf rn so im really sorry if most of this doesn’t make sense 😭 i love yall anyways

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