#i know he has a name i couldnt possibly think of it

[gabbagabbadoo]

not the harmonica man ))))))):

[tender-rosiey]

desire — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: me? not sticking to the poll? no wayyy 😙 I AM SORRY I COULDNT RESIST HEIAN!SUKUNA X CONCUBINE!READER next up will be the dad one (I hope) <3

the servants jump in fear as they hear yet another loud crash thunder through the hallway. some of them even latch onto the pillars near them, fearing that the shaking ground would crumble right under their feet.

“uraume, another one!” they hear their lord’s voice shout venomously.

they realize that if the collapsing ground doesn’t kill them then there is a possibility that sukuna might do it himself.

for some reason, this morning, sukuna has been in a terrible mood. with the first ray of sunlight, he had slammed the door of the chambers open.

with an ever-permanent scowl, he scanned the hall filled with concubines and servants.

his chest was heaving slowly; his breath almost scalding hot as he breathed out. he looked at uraume and says, “I need five people sent to the vacant room this instant.”

with no other word, he turned and exited the hall, closing the door with a bang.

the servants were wide-eyed, and they frantically looked at each other.

some of them started weeping, scared out of their minds that they might be chosen. others were considering the option of fleeing because what can they do so uraume doesn’t choose them for whatever massacre sukuna was planning?

uraume exhaled lightly, “you have heard lord sukuna,” they stared at the myriad of quivering servants, emotionless, “stand in line.”

and so it was.

now, on the other side of the door is sukuna crushing the skull of yet another servant. he breathes heavily, fury flowed through his veins.

he stares at the pool of blood on the ground, the splatters of it on the walls, and the splashes of it on the ceiling. his jaw tightens as he thinks of the reason of why all of this happened.

yesterday was the first night he had ever spent with you.

of course, that entailed bedding you—the norm for your position—but what had sukuna in a turmoil was the conversations, the words exchanged, and soft touches you had given him before anything.

he had seen you in the estate on occasion, acknowledging you as one of the better looking concubines, but it was only yesterday that he actually interacted with you.

from the moment you entered his room to the moment you left, it was all like none other.

he had never entertained the idea of making conversations with his concubines as they only had one purpose—to serve him. on days when he was in a good mood, he would tease, speak lowly, anything to get a reaction.

all of that was to fuel his own pleasure, since he hated stagnancy.

to your luck, though, yesterday, he felt very pleased—whispers of it being caused by defeating yet another considerably strong opponent. so, he talked to you.

“so, what’s your name?” he asked, small smirk playing on his face, when you were first brought into the room. pretty little thing you were seated in front of him, eyes not knowing where to look and trying to keep in mind all the instructions uraume told you.

he expected you to be meek, bordering on shy.

however, despite maintaining humility as you were told, you spoke your name with pride, and for the first time since you entered, you looked him in the eyes.

he should’ve had you killed for that little act; however, he noted that you immediately averted your eyes after it. perhaps, it’s your way of screaming ‘remember me’, a way to engrave yourself into his memory even for a millisecond.

it had sukuna smiling smugly before commenting, “you’re quite bold…and peculiar,” he rested his chin on his palm, “did they not inform you to not look me in the eyes unless you’re told to?”

you straightened your shoulders and spoke carefully, “I was, but I was taught by my parents to be prideful of who I am.”

“and pride is a good thing for servant to display in front of their king?”

your eyebrows furrowed, and you pursed your lips, mumbling, “no—but I was born like this, my lord, so I apologize.”

he chuckled, hand holding your face and moving it with ease, “I should have you decapitated for that attitude.”

your eyes drifted to the window, but the nail that sunk lightly into your cheek snapped you back to reality. sukuna scowled, “look at me when I speak to you.”

“didn’t you say that I am not to do that, my lord?” you asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

“I changed my mind,” he grined devilishly, “you complaining?”

“I could never.”

he leaned closer to you and whispers, “smart girl.”

and so, the night went as he took you for himself. what surprised him in the whole ordeal is that he found himself being just a tad bit gentler when tears prickle at the corner of your eye.

he actually spoke to you through it, but what resonated with him the most is what happened after.

you slowly gathered your robes with all the strength you can muster. however, sukuna called out from his position on the bed, “did I order you to leave?”

you blinked in confusion and spluttered, “b-but uraume said that you don’t like—”

“and my orders are above uraume’s: you are to stay until I tell you to leave.”

you clutched your belongings to your chest. you felt your heart squeeze in a bit of fear and excitement. you have been caught off guard by him more than once already.

you had come in expecting a ruthless and painful night, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

the little talk before it was also easier on your heart than you had assumed. you thought that he wouldn’t even bother talking to you and would just take you like an animal as you have heard the concubines bellow and wail.

so when a thumb was wiping away your tears and a hand was holding your waist with a light touch, you wondered whether the man you were with was truly the king of curses, the man that everybody was screaming and thrashing about.

though, you felt that it might be a test of some sort—something to make you lower your guard before he can do what he truly wanted.

so, with that in mind, you spoke up, “but my lord, I can’t possibly stay in your own chambers; that would be disrespecting you.”

he grunted, a frown making its way to his face, “I decide what’s disrespectful and what isn’t, so you better make your way here, before you regret it,” his eyes flashed with a threat, “I don’t have the time to deal or put up with your every objection.”

instantly, you scurried to the bed where he is comfortably laying down while propping body up on his elbow.

you stood just by the bed and asked, “where would you like me to—”

his hand held your forearm and pulled you right beside him, so you’re laying by his side and still looking up at him. he smirked down at you, “you ask too many questions.”

you didn’t know what to do with your hands. they gripped your kimono while you murmured, “sorry.”

he sighed and with a roll of his eyes, he hummed, “you will stay with me until midnight; you are to entertain me until then.”

you looked at him in shock then you looked at the window. your mouth hung open before you snapped your head back to him, “but the sun has only just set.”

with a raise of his eyebrows and a small smirk, he inquired, “you planning on disobeying me?”

“never!”

“then get to it.”

and you did, gathering all the stories, anecdotes, poems, and songs you can think of to fill the time. during your hours with him, you find out that sukuna is a man of interest in literature.

and there were multiple times where you would talk about a story, assuming that he doesn’t know it only for him to continue the telling of the story himself.

during your hours with him, you saw that he is not completely disregarding of people around him. you saw that he acknowledges those who are truly strong. you saw that he wants to make a world that is whipped to satisfy his own desires.

his rampages are not completely based off of bloodlust.

during your hours with him, you felt content in a way you never thought you could experience with him of all people.

but, during his hours with you, sukuna has never felt so conflicted yet so satisfied. satisfaction should be something good for him, as he only does what he pleases.

if your company is what pleases him then your company shall be what he gets, right?

but why your company? why are you different? why is his pleasuring dependent on you and your talking and not the death that he could bring you?

he was confused and annoyed, yet he was content at the same time. he was so caught up in you that midnight had fallen to him suddenly. he only noticed when the moon’s light hits your face, and your face has never been clearer—even under the sun.

he noted each and every delicate feature, and he frowned because why is he doing it? what does he get from it? he needed time for himself to think this through.

he needed to know why does he feel this way and only from a night spent with you?

surely, you had done something.

so, he silently raised his hand, and you paused right away. your hands settled on your lap, and your smile slowly turned into a thin line, one that’s nervous as you await his next order. he looked up at you, eyes burning.

he then commanded you sternly, “leave.”

you nodded, wasting no time in gathering your things and scurrying out of the chambers but without a small and hesitant, “good night, my lord.”

sukuna’s eyes widened a fraction as he looked up at the door closing behind you. he groaned, throwing his back. he figured that he could just think about it in the morning when he wakes up, but the thing is

he doesn’t wake up

because he doesn’t sleep.

thoughts flooded with images of you, your voice, and your touch to the point that no slumber was he granted. it drove him insane. he is the king of curses; he shouldn’t be tied to a thought of one person, a mere concubine at that.

he racked his brain for the cause of it, but he couldn’t think of any. since the moment you came in till the moment you went out, he had kept his eyes on you.

he thought it was to make sure that you don’t do anything foolish, but he doesn’t know when did his eyes follow you just for you.

so, with anger swirling in his gut, he got up and did what he can to quench his anger, and that’s how everything got this point:

him standing in the middle of the—formerly vacant—room that is now filled with flesh and painted with blood and you who is treading through the gardens with a blissful smile.

your thoughts wander to the night before as you reminisce every soft touch and every little praise you were granted, and it lifts your mood even more.

unaware of the chaos that happened in your absence, you entered the hall where half of the people have disappeared.

your eyebrows furrow, and you look at the weeping ladies, “where are the rest?”

hiccups are all you hear, and eyeshot eyes are what you see. their sobs are unseizing even as they look you in the eye. you hear light footsteps behind you, so you turn and see uraume standing at the door.

they look you in the eye, “are you y/n?”

you nod slowly, and they hum, “lord sukuna has requested for your presence.”

you light up considerably while the other concubines shake in fear as their eyes dart to you. one of them jumps out of her place and latches at you, “no! no! don’t go! he will—”

“silence!” uraume snaps.

the lady holding onto you quickly lets go and crawls back to hide behind the others.

she grips tightly onto the shoulder of the woman in front of her, tears streaming down her face as she is faced with uraume’s sneer.

uraume looks up at you and affirmed, “go.”

after a while, you finally find yourself face to face with the entrance of sukuna’s chamber.

you take a deep breath, and you carefully push the door and speak up softly, “my lord, you called for me?”

you feel a hand roughly clutch your arm and snatches you inside. you are then slammed against the wall. you let out a yelp as pain shoots up your spine.

you squeeze your eyes shut, afraid of the sight that you will see.

and even though you can’t see his eyes, you can feel the heat from his glare. the venom dripping from his voice doesn’t help as he sneers, “what have you done?”

you force your eyes open slowly, and you stutter, “w-what?”

a hand flies to your throat and is wrapped securely around it. you choke out a small, “my lord!”

his grip tightens, and you feel tears form in your eyes and flow down your face.

more than ever, you feel the fear that his looming figure sends through everybody else, you feel the fire of his red eyes scorch your skin, and you feel the aura that everybody talked about.

an overwhelming evil.

“I don’t understand what game you’re playing, but you better stop it this instance,” he threatens, and you let out a sob.

“what game, my lord? I don’t understand!” you manage to choke out.

your hear him let out a breath before he says lowly, “I have told you that desires and pleasures are fluctuating, right?”

fearing for your life, you nod desperately. you feel his grip loosen, and he leans down to rest his forehead on your own.

with furrowed brows and a deep scowl, his eyes bore into your own as he holds your face up with his other hand, “then why do I still desire you?”

you blink owlishly at him then speak cautiously, “didn’t you say that you take what you desire?”

he raises an eyebrow, urging you to continue. slowly and hesitantly, you raise your hand to cup his face.

you look him up in the eyes, and you find them following your every moment. “then what’s wrong with,” you hesitate, “with taking this one?”

you look innocent as you look up at him, but to him, your words are nothing but.

with a low chuckle, he pulls your face closer to his own, “temptress,” and he seals your lips with his.

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[magicdefendorwolf]

Can I request for; Jing Yuan, Yanqing and Gepard falling asleep with their partners only to wake up to an empty house not knowing the partner is just out for groceries?

Where were you?

Characters:Jing Yuan,Yanqing and Gepard x reader(separate)

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Jing Yuan

The last thing he remembers was falling asleep on the couch with you all cuddled up in his arms

So why couldnt he find you when he woke up???

I mean he woke up alone and assumed you must be somewhere in the house but nope

He searched the whole house and called your name but no response

But he wasnt panicked since there were no signs of someone breaking in,he would've heard them and woke up

So he looked around the house again,nothing once again

So,okay,maybe he's panicking just a tiny bit

If you left somewhere you would've told him in some way right?

But then he heard the front door open along with some shuffling so he rushed there to find you standing in the doorway

He asked where you had been and if you were alright scanning your body for any harm,but all he found was some groceries that you had set down beside you while you were taking off your shoes

And thats when it clicked to him that you just were out for groceries

He asked you why you didnt tell him or leave any notes

"Sorry,i didnt think you'd wake up by the time i returned." You replied with a small smile while rubbing the nape of your neck

He sighed and started helping with groceries while telling you to leave a note or something next time

Yanqing

He had finally settled down to sleep with you curled up next to him

And finally he was waking up,he had such a good sleep,but when he sat up you were nowhere to be found,so he did the next logical thing and assumed you were around the house somewhere

So he went looking for you

Well obviously he was unable to find you,and he was doumbfounded by it

Like you had fallen asleep with him just awhile ago,and now you werent in the house??

Okay now he was definetly letting his fears get the worst of him

He was running around the house like he was sonic or something searching for you

He had already checked every single room and place you could be in two times

Welp time to check a third time

While he was in the middle of searching for the third time he heard the front door opening and slowly made his way there only to find you placing some groceries on the counter

"Wait you went out to get groceries and didnt even tell me?! I was starting to seriously worry!" He said with a pout while he approached you

"Huh? What do you mean? I left you a note." You said confused

"Wait! Really?? Where?" He asked and you'd point to the place you left a note telling him you went to the store

In all of his running around he hadnt seen that note?! But how???

Well it'll remain a mystery

Gepard

He fell asleep without wanting to,he just wantef to cuddle with you and talk about your day,but nope,he fell asleep

And when he woke up it was hard not to notice the empty space beside him

Okay he's instantly alarmed,like the first thing that he's feeling is worry,but then he calms down and goes searching for you

When he doesnt find you anywhere his worry increases

He'd check the whole house while calling your name

He may aswell have a heart attack from worry,the only thing calming him down is seeing that no one has broken into the house

And then he hears the front door creak open

He goes to check it out carefully but the moment he turns the corner and sees you at the door with groceries he immediately calms down

He just goes up to you and hugs you

You're confused because all you did was get groceries

But with him being the head of the silvermane guards he's worries someone might do something to you to get to him

Even if there may be few people who would actually do that he's still worried over the possibility

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Thank you for your request and i hope you enjoy!

[writingoddess1125]

Can you do a part 2 of luffy finding out he has a kid with u like how you did with Zoro?

Of course Darling!

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Luffy x FemReader + OOC Aoi

- You sat at the resturant table, your cheeks red as you carefully balanced Aoi in your arms and tried to make as little eye contact with the crew as possible. In short it was Hella Awkward.

"(Y/N) You're coming back with the crew right?" Luffy blurted out, ignoring or just not caring about the awkwardness.

"W-What? that's the first thing you want to ask?" You blurt out confused still holding your son as if Wanting him to bring up th elephant in the room, the rest of the crew sighing at their Captian who smiled and nodded.

• Luffy would absolutely ADORE Aoi!- It was like you made his new best friend for him.

"I don't think I can- I mean clearly things have changed and I have to take care of Aoi" You said softly, Luffy looking to the baby in your arms who looked up at you when you said his name.

"Aoi comes too-" He said bluntly, As if not a suggestion. You blinked in surprised and sighed-

"I don't think so Luffy- he is way too young and I do want you there for him but on a ship?"

"Why not a temporary solutiom- Like a few months shared custody half on land half on the ship to see how he does?" Robin calmly suggested, You hesitating at the suggestion. But not seeing something wrong with it either- Luffy nodding at this- You now seeing that Luffy hand managed to slip Aoi away from you and was now holding the happy toddler in his hands.

The two smiling at each other, looking identical to each other and giggling. It made your heart clench and you looked down in defeat-

"Well- Alright" You said hesitantly, unsure of what this ment but couldnt say no to your Captian either- unaware of the new twinkle in Luffys eyes when you agreed.

• Spending hours with him, It was truthfully very amusing. Seeing how paternal Luffy could be- Still his usual child like self but you could see how careful his eye was in watching Aoi doodle around and quick his hands were in catching the boy and bringing him back.

• Luffy was never so greatful in having his Gum Gum abilities before- Aoi was so full of energy and quick that he was sure that the boy could speed past him and off the ship if not careful.

• Having bungeed Aoi back into his arms at lightning speed.

• You also noticed Luffys attention to you as well. Spending the days watching Aoi but at nights the crew wanting time with the new baby- Which left Luffy spending nights with you.

• "Ha! You're fast!!" Luffy laughed, Aoi giving the same laugh as his father used him Gum Gum abilties to pull him into the air and act as a living trampoline

• The two are ADHD low braincell boys that spend hours eating, laughing and playing.

• "SAHI!" Aoi squealed out loudly, Seeing his favorite blonde who laughed at this. You knowing at this point to just hand over the toddler to the chef who would steal your child to the kitchens.

• The crew are so happy to spoil Aoi- From more toys then you could possibly fit in your home to more food then you thought possible.

• When they discovered Aoi had his fathers appetite it was fair game-

• Aoi practically abandoned You and Breastmilk once Sanji started feeding him.

• Sanji adored the kid and fed him better then the rest of the crew it seemed- Your son practically falling in love with Sanji who was his new favorite person.

- "Please come back (Y/N)-" Luffy Said softly, looking to you as you watched Robin kiss Aoi's rounded cheeks as he giggled happily. The two of you standing on the docked ship and looking down below at the crew-

• Robin read Aoi to sleep most nights. The toddler cuddled onto her chest as she rubbed his back and read any and everything to the toddler-

• Usopp doing the same, telling stories and using baby toys as props to make a puppet show for Aoi. Who always loved it and spouted random sentences and inputs to the story which Usopp would gladly take on.

• Chopper- Oh Poor Chopper. Aoi thought he was a stuffed toy, so has often tried to grab the little reindeer and cuddle him or chew on his fur.

• "Ah! So much slobber!" Chopper cried out as Aoi giggled at the doctor and tried to reach out to Chopper once again who had managed to escape the iron hands of the baby.

• Nami bought so much stuff for him- You had been worried at first thinking she was going to charge you with her insane interest rates. However she expressed clearly that these were gifts for the baby and free of charge.

• Zoro was the nap time buddy. Aoi often asleep on the Swordmasters chest or arms and snoring away on him-

• The Swordman knowing almost expertly how to handle the small child. Often giving tips to Luffy as well-

"You're apart of my crew- As I said before you belong here with us. You're family... More then you know" He said softly, Warmth hitting your cheeks as he reached a hand forward and messed with the hem of your shirt fondly- Something he would do when the two of you cuddled together.

"But Luffy- I would be holding you back" You said softly, looking to your Captian. Luffy shaking his head and waving off your words.

"What about Aoi?"

"He's coming with us of course! I would never want to leave him behind! He's apart of the crew as well and I want him around all the time!"

You were shocked by his willingness to have a baby on the crew, Giggling at this and shaking your head.

"Really? And what would his role be hm?" You mused, Luffy Grinning widely.

"Why a apprentice of course! Best there ever was" He said, his eyes softening at you as he continued to mess with the hem of your shirt. You could tell he had been cleverly wooing you back with the evenings together.

You could never say no- Especially at that Goofy smile and eyes of his.

"Well with that, How can I refuse?" You said softly, Luffy laughing happily and wrapping his arms around you and spinning you happily.

Bonus!

Monkey D. Garp

When Garp learns he has a Great Grandson- He laughed. Hard- Feeling like it was deja vu all over again from how he learned of Luffy and eventually taking him in.

Garp won't meet Aoi till later in life when hes about 3- And when he does he just laughs loudly and picked up the child.

"So You're the one I've heard about!" Garp announces loudly, Laughing at the confused look of Aoi. "You're old!" The toddler yells, making the Marine laugh. While Aoi looks and acts like Luffy- They are two different people and it shows.

• Aoi turns into Garps shadow-

• The two exploring the island together- Aoi finds the harshness of Garp fun! The toddler laughing at almost everything-

• Being tosses into the forest of Monkeys or across the island the child just laughs hysterically. Like he finds pain- Funny?

• "I WANNA BE LIKE GREAT GRANDPA!" Api announces when his visit was over-

[yenqa]

ADVANTAGES

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

warnings : crying, panic attacks, depression is depicted but isnt really said, lots of bad self talk, food/eating, having no appetite, just lots of bad mental health talk and depictions, hurt/comfort, god this chapter is PACKED

wc: 1829

i’m sorry that i couldnt be your teenage dream.

not proofread!

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It had been a week and a half since you had seen anyone.

Well other than the cashiers at the local grocery store but that made you look even more pathetic. 

You haven’t been well, at all.

It was a horrible sight, honestly you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror without cringy. You had no productivity and had planned to do nothing for as long as possible. 

You were surprised your body hasn't exploded yet, since all you had ate was instant ramen or the three meals you could cook total. 

Today was one of the worse-r days. Three hours into the new day but your mind couldn’t seem to sleep one bit.

You had zero appetite, your room was a mess, it was worse that you couldn’t even sleep away the days even though you were so tired. Your eyes were glued shut at night but your body couldn’t stop fighting the feeling of sleep. 

So here you were, eye bags almost able to give the color purple a run for its money, and so puffy it felt like a balloon was stuck in there. But your eyes hadn’t shed any tears, instead you felt like nothing. Like you were just floating around with no purpose or any feeling at all.

The empty feeling in your head made you unable to do anything but scroll on your phone, letting hours after hours pass by rewatching your favorite show at least a billion times. It seemed like the world had gone gray, like the world was ending and you were the only one feeling it.

A part of you screamed at yourself to get a grip, to stop being so dramatic and realize there are still good things in life. 

You tried to get better, you really did. You had researched on how to get over this drought but you never could. So every night you would lay in your bed, trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

Mornings have always been your least favorite part of the day. But it seemed to get worse with every second that passed. 

Realizing you still had a whole day ahead of you seemed utterly impossible to finish, but still you would reach your hand out to the finish line, only to miss every time.

You had six hours until it was the appropriate time to wake up. You couldn’t call anyone for help, you couldn’t text anyone in the middle of the night. It was your burden, so you had to keep it to yourself and hope and pray it washes away over time.

Your phone has been your only sense of livelihood during your dull days. If you had been wasting hours after hours at least you had been doing something. 

Before you could think of the consequences, you had thought of searching yourself on the internet, just for fun. You clicked on the first source, hoping that someone would see your side of the story.

No it was not fun–you wish you could warn yourself because the title of the article read; “All you need to know about Y/niora and why she’s trending”

We’ve all seen the names “Y/n” or “Y/niora” trending on X, who is she? Some might wonder. In this article I’ll be going over everything she’s done wrong, and why fans hate her for it.

Y/n is a popular streamer on twitch, known for her funny commentary and her boyfriend Jay, but recently she’s shown a darker side to her.

Her boyfriend, Jay, is also a twitch streamer, a much more popular one at that. He’s known for his good looks and his random reactions that have us crying with laughter, but why would he date a nobody like her? 

If you’ve seen Y/niora’s X account, you can see that she posts provocative photos of herself, things that only lead to temptations of male fans. Fans speculate this is the reason they met, saying that she seduced him and used him for money, fame, and views.

If you know anything about streaming, you know BlueJay and his friends. Who stole the internet's hearts with their looks and cute personalities. But things start picking up between Jay and Y/n when she posts their matching stuffed animals, officially presenting their relationship to the world.

This seems to be a bad move on Y/n’s part, as her facade starts slipping through and we get to see her for the calloused person she is. 

She continuously shows her disinterest in anything he’s saying. Making him repeat everything he’s said to her. This strikes up the question, does she really care about him or her fans?

Arguments of this exact topic have been trending among fans, some saying

You closed your phone before you could read anything else. Flipping your body over you could feel tears start to form in your eyes, your vision goes blurry and your breath starts hiccuping. 

Wiping your wet cheeks, you start to panic when you feel like your throat is closing up, placing your hand on your chest to try to calm yourself down. 

That clearly doesn’t work. As you swear you can feel the walls closing in beside you. In a last effort to stop your ugly sobs, you open your phone once more, your breath quickens when you open the phone app, calling the person that you need the most right now.

The ringing on your phone shakes you more, “Please answer, please answer, please answer.” You croak out desperately, glancing at your window to realize it’s the middle of the night, and he’s probably getting the nice sleep he deserves. 

Unlike you who only makes things worse, and can’t even get a wink of sleep at night.

You sob harder after the fifth ring, realizing that he’s not going to answer. And you have to do this on your own–

“Y/n? Are you okay?” His voice brings relief to your ears, that’s until you realize the state you’re in. 

“Jay I’m so–so so sorry for calling you this late.” You rasp out, “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t stop shaking and crying, I just–fuck” Bringing your hand up, you grab a fist of your hair, not knowing what to do or say.

“Are you at home?”

“Yeah, I am.” You choke through, words barely coherent.

“I’m coming. Stay there, okay?”

“Okay.” 

His tone is so soft it scares you. How could he be talking to you so sweetly knowing the mess you made? How could he be talking to you so sweetly knowing that you are burdening him at such a late hour?

Your throat tries its best to keep your hammering heart inside your chest, but it closes up, your breath is so uneven you're not even sure you’re breathing at all. 

That is until you let out a soft apology into your phone, but it’s covered by your staggered breathing, and the sound of you stuffing up your snot back into your nose.

The silence coming from him is apparently meant to drive you insane. Because the nausea of it all starts to get to you, your condition is crippling so you can’t even move from your curled up position on your bed.

You can hear your door slam open, eliciting a strong flinch from you. 

Your heart seems to be racing too fast for your liking, almost like it’s fighting to get out of your chest. “Jay?” You mutter, as you can see his dark silhouette standing through the doorway. 

Before you can actually decipher if the man is actually Jay or just some random burglar who found your spare key, you feel his arms wrap around your body, tucking your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. 

You conclude that it’s Jay’s warmth you’re feeling right now.

For a second you feel safe, for a second you feel like he’s just hugging you, not because you are literally having a panic attack. 

That snaps you back into reality. God were you really having a panic attack over an article? That you chose to read? 

Feeling your chest tighten and your eyes water up, you tuck your head impossibly deeper, letting your tears and snot get all over his shirt. 

It’s grossing you out how you can physically feel his shirt dampen with your tears, but you’re too focused on figuring out how to breathe rather than the mess you made on his shirt.

“You can let it out, or you can just cry, I don’t mind.”

You sob even harder than you were before.

He’s so warm. He’s so warm. And you have no idea why it’s the perfect descriptor for him. 

“Jay,” You mutter, being muffled by his shoulder, “I’ve ruined everything.”

His arm rubs your back gently, “You haven’t ruined anything, pretty.” He whispers, talking like if he speaks any louder you’ll crack into hundreds of pieces (you actually might but that’s not the point).

“I have! You can’t even deny it without lying,” You hiccup, “I mean—I’m trying so hard, but I can’t do anything right.” You pull your head back to look up at him.

He stays silent, letting his hand cup your face, wiping away any tears that fall down.

“And I’m so tired. I’m so tired of doing everything I can but still being hated for not doing enough. I mean who wouldn’t? I can’t even cook a proper meal, it just goes to show how hopeless I am.”

“Y/n you can’t possibly think about yourself.”

“I can because it’s the truth.”

He tucks your head back into his shoulder, “Y/n, not being able to cook a proper meal is okay. Some people never learn how to cook an egg.”

Your breathing calms down slightly, you let out a small chuckle, trying to stay forever in his warmth.

“I’m sorry for calling you here so late, I know you’re tired from streaming or something.”

“I could never stay away from you for too long, even if it’s in the middle of the night.”

Letting out a breathy smile, you look back at his face, a small smile spreads through his face looking at you.

Your eyes were tired, for the first time in a week your body was tired. “I’m going to go to sleep. Thank you, Jay, seriously.”

He gets up from your position, you feel the absence of his warmth even though he just got up, he’s about to walk out the door when you build up the courage to ask, “Can you stay? Just for tonight?”

Looking back, there's a smile on his face as he replies “Always.”

Walking back to you, he lays himself under your blanket, tucking you in before wrapping his arm around you, he pulls you into his chest.

And for the first time in what felt like forever. You fall asleep, in Jay’s arms.

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looking for your favorites 3 (sagau)

synopsis !! they can't possibly be your favorite character. . . right?

characters !! wanderer, scaramouche, chongyun, abyss prince aether, razor

note !! EVERYTHING WAS WRITTEN IN MY FREETIME bit by bit, hence why it sometimes sounds a little off i guess? i tried to fix it as much as i could ++ I'm honestly not sure if I can continue writing for the og sagau concept, I keep twisting it into something else eeh- heheheh

contains !! gn reader, mild religious themes, honestly the sagau concept is a little everywhere in this one, i couldnt seem to settle on one type, spoilers on sumeru's archon quest, scaramouche/wanderer spoilers

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A Genshin Player typically has a variety of characters to choose from. Such options can range from free-to-play characters to limited five stars. Regardless of how much one invested in the game, they're bound to have at least a handful of options.

This is what all characters are aware of— that they are options among hundreds to thousands of vision holders across Teyvat, with every character being special and enticing in their own way.

There's no way they could be the favorite.

Right?

[x] WANDERER

He doesn't quite know who he is.

He doesn't understand what his purpose is either.

He just wanders, lost, nation to nation in hopes of maybe discovering a sense of fulfillment.

And with all the wandering he's done, he -of course- has heard about you. A special entity to this world. A small part of him wonders if you'd know the answers to his questions (or perhaps, you could make use of him? If he could be useful to someone like you, then surely he would feel fulfilled?).

Despite his quiet hopes, he wasn't in any rush to find you. Nor did he hope for you to actually make use of him. He just continued wandering, from the mountains of Liyue to the forests of Sumeru— all the way to where he is now. The barren desert, with nothing but sand for miles and miles to see (and perhaps that rather intimidating, flipped pyramid at a distance).

Needless to say, he wasn't expecting you of all people to follow his tracks out into the desert.

At first you were just a spech amongst the sands, then you became clearer with your approach, showing more and more the familiar features he once saw in passing amongst statues or paintings.

When you were finally within hearing distance, you raised a hand as if to call out his name, hesitating for a moment before deciding what to say—

"Wanderer!"

He tilts his head, pausing to face you as you walk closer. The sand around you stills, as if no longer fighting against every footstep you take, and instead assisting you to come closer.

"You are. . . the one this world was created for, right?" He asks unsure as soon as you were close enough

"I suppose I am?" You reply with a laugh, and he finds that he quite likes your laugh. "I tried looking for you, I'm glad I caught up before you got too deep into the desert."

"You tried looking for me. . ? Why?"

"Because how could I visit Teyvat without meeting you?" You smile softly. He looks away, it doesn't make sense.

"Meeting me, huh. . . then may I ask for a favor?"

"Anything you want."

His eyes catches yours -sunlight hitting them just right- and without missing a beat, "Can I be of use to you? Can you give me purpose?"

You freeze, hands to your side as you stare back at him. In truth, you were expecting something like this, but now? So soon on your first meeting? He looks back seriously.

"Sca– Wanderer," You begin, "You're doing this. . . to find out who you are, right?"

He nods. You sigh.

"Well. . . I know a friend back in the city who can help you. They're a traveler as well. In fact, you can say they're a friend of yours!"

"A friend of mine. . ?"

"Trust me. You'll love them. And shall we go back?"

Go back? He wonders. There's miles and miles of sand around you.

"It would be nightfall soon. I don't think we'd be able to make it back today. I'm sorry."

You turn to him, lips in a wide smile. There's something wrapped between your fingers as you hold it out for him to catch. He opens his palm, it settles down slowly— it's. . . an anemo vision. Glowing brightly.

"Why walk when we can fly?" You grin.

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"Don't you feel hot at all?" You whine, shielding your eyes from the glare of sunlight.

"I have a hat."

"I see. . . "

[x] SCARAMOUCHE

* It's conflicting, really. Scaramouche despises gods— their invisible influence taunting him like he was a defective product, like he should be ashamed to ever think he could stand on their level.

* You were... an oddity in his feelings towards such powerful beings. The world was made for you, catered to you, and people naturally adored you (just like how they adored the traveler you've shown your favor to).

* So when you, the being which his very world was created for your entertainment, landed in Teyvat, as human as any human could be— he didn't know what to expect.

* He didn't care. There are hundreds for you to meet, and he's not about to wait in line, dilly-dallying for your attention like a common peasant.

* But in the open halls of the Tsaritsa's palace, you approach with the quick pattering of your heels.

* The crowd of Fatui workers naturally part as soon as they noticed your approach. It's odd enough to hear that the player begged to go to Snezhnaya -land of nothing but barren snow- but to rush to Scaramouche's main headquarters? Unheard of!

* Yet there you were, face to face with a single option out of hundreds (the single option you chose).

"What in Teyvat are you. . ." He trails off, his face scrunched between irritation and shock. He doesn't know what to say, really. Would insulting you incur some sort of divine fury?

"I came looking for you!" You reply.

He thinks you're an idiot. He shouldn't call you that, right? Would it damn him to the abyss or something?

"Why. . ." He tries to form the words, "Why in Teyvat would you–" He pauses, looking around at the small crowd.

With a glare, the Fatui agents scatter away from the hall. It doesn't take much to scare them away like little rats. As he turns back to you, you look back unafraid, if not a little excited.

"Why are you here? Do you pity me, is that it?" He asks with a bite to his voice.

"Yes."

"I– what? So you admit it?" He scoffs, is there a limit to your shamelessness? Is this a trait natural to the gods? "Unbelievable."

"I pity you, everything you went through, but that's not the reason why I'm here! Isn't it obvious?" You say, a wide grin beginning to form, "You're my absolute favorite!"

He freezes. What? Absolutely. . . favorite?

As if understanding his speechlessness, you continue on, "I've been wanting to meet you since the very first event– ahem, first time I saw you!"

"You truly are an odd one." He mumbles under his breath because why him? Why the one who was abandoned and used numerous times? He's merely a puppet without a heart.

An empty vessel.

"And why should I believe you?" He says unconvincingly, arms folded. He notices the little chatter behind the walls, those darn recruits are listening in.

"Why would I be here if you're not my favorite?" You quip back.

He scoffs, "I don't know, but there's certainly something wrong with you in the head. You're not exactly what I expected."

"If you were expecting a certain level of power, then I could still do that. I can give you gifts."

". . . gifts?" He tilts his head.

"Artifacts, weapons, talents— they're all for you since the very beginning anyway!"

Artifacts, weapons. . . power? He thinks. Truly, if you were such an ultimate being, you could provide him anything? As if pondering over it, he suddenly pauses.

Yes, indeed you could give him these things.

But why him?

Because of favorites?

How could he be favored when he was once thrown away.

". . . Can you give me a gnosis?" He says, voice uncharacteristically soft.

"Um. . . we'll work on that. Maybe on the later arcs."

[x] CHONGYUN

* Despite modern Liyue's sovereignty from gods, it's still a nation that values traditions and piety. It's natural that with your arrival, you only deserve the best!

* That included invites from some of the highest ranking nobles and guilds. It's no surprise that Xingqiu, the second son of the largest Commerce Guild, makes an appearance to greet you in the Jade Palace, his brother and parents already done with their turns.

* Xingqiu expected a lot from you, maybe discussions of the arts (or perhaps you're even interested in novels?). What he didn't expect was for you to ask such a random question.

"Oh Xingqiu! You're here! Ah– but where's Chongyun?"

He only pauses for a second. Chongyun may be the son of a longstanding exorcist clan, but they're not much to boast about in terms of influence or wealth. Chongyun is... well, Chongyun. His dear best friend.

"I apologize, I wasn't aware that you'd like to meet him as well. Chongyun should be. . . hmm around the harbor by now, perhaps." He stands straight from his bow, "We were planning on meeting after this, your Holiness, to look for haunted h— I mean, to stroll Wuwang Hill."

You already know what they're up to as you clasp your hands together.

"Excellent! I'll go with you!"

"Wait- what?"

* Oh poor Chongyun, he would be a frantic mess in disbelief. It was hard enough to believe that you suddenly went to Liyue, but to approach him of all people? Did you mistake him for someone else? Are you going to ask for directions? Did he do something wrong?

* The thoughts swirling around his head is enough to destabilize his yang energy as you helplessly reassure him that you're there because you want to meet him as soon as you could.

"Chongyun!" You rush up to him, arms wide in an embrace— the cryo allogene freezes in place, stares with his cat-like eyes in wonder because wait, wait, wait– is the one and only controller of this world approaching him for a hug?

"I- Wait, me?" He stutters, tumbling over his words as you smile. His arms are awkwardly raised, unsure if he should hug you back.

"Yes! I met Xingqiu a while back and was wondering why you weren't with him."

"You- you were looking for me?"

"Of course I have! I've always wanted to meet you in person like this!"

As you squeeze him in your arms, you feel him go limp as his face turns red in heat.

"Oh no! His yang energy!"

[x] ABYSS AETHER

Aether knew he was damned. The minute he resolved to see through everything till the end, despite everyone thinking otherwise, he knew no one would understand why he decided to do this.

Alone, is how he decided to do this. So he sits lonely on a throne in the nave of what seems to be a dark cathedral. The walls depicting menacing murals of an era where everything went wrong. The abyss mages that normally float in worship are no where to be seen, just the way he wanted it.

Until you appeared, the little soft patter of footsteps echoing down his aisle, the heavy doors moving back to reveal your underwhelming entrance. He sees you and he wonders if he expected you to come, to blame him or get angry because how could he stray so far from his oh-so-favored sister, Lumine.

Yet, you walk up to him with a look of what seems to be sorrow.

"Are you here to blame me?" He asks and his voice echoes against cavernous walls.

"Blame you? No. . ." You reply.

"Then do you pity me?"

"Aether, I just want to understand." You confidently say, finally by the foot of his throne. He doesn't feel comfortable looking down on you like this, not you, so he stands to approach your eye level.

"Shouldn't you already understand?" He questions, curious.

"I— don't. . . I don't know everything there is to this world."

Aether frowns. Maybe because he was hoping that you of all people -mortal or god- would understand why he's doing this.

"That isn't my problem. There are bigger things for me to think about." He turns away and just before he could take the first step;

"I don't know everything about this world but if it's you– then I want to understand. I'm sure you have your reasons. I trust you more than anything."

He pauses, face in wonder, because how could you trust someone so blindly?

With an exhale and a decision made, he turns to you, "Then follow me. If you want to understand why, then stay with me."

"Okay."

[x] RAZOR

It was a classic welcome— arriving in Mondstadt, touring around the city, greeting the characters you've always wanted to meet. Despite their initial formalities and decorum, you've managed to tone down the professionalism and started to treat each other as friends.

That didn't mean they weren't very open to the idea of you meeting the less. . . civil of the bunch.

"I'd like to visit Wolvendom." You tell the small group. It's another day in the city, enjoying drinks by the taverns under the sun. Lucky for you, the Cavalry Captain and the Outrider have their time off to enjoy with you.

"Oh? Is there a reason why?" Kaeya leans back, head tilted.

"To be honest. . . I wanted to visit Razor. I'm sure you know him!"

Truth be told, you just wanted to meet a certain good wolf cub hidden in the woods. While everyone has went out of their way to meet you, Razor kept to himself in Wolvendom. Perhaps he was too intimidated by the crowds pouring into Mondstadt, or maybe he just wasn't familiar about you, but Razor was nowhere to be seen since your arrival.

". . . Razor?" Kaeya says hesitantly, "Hmm while I have no problem with you going to Wolvendom to meet him, there is another issue. . ."

"What issue?"

"The knights decided not to let you meet Razor," Amber quips in, "I mean– It's not that there's anything bad about him, it's just that he hasn't learned his manners yet. We thought it might be disrespectful if he met you so soon."

"Disrespectful?" You voice out in shock.

"Of course we know that you're not strict about that now! But I guess we never clarified the situation with Razor. . "

You huff, standing up tall with new resolve, "That's it! We're going out to find Razor and give him the biggest hug ever!"

"We are?" They echo back in unison.

"Yes we are!" You hook both your arms around theirs, dragging them out the gates of Mondstadt.

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The Met and the Aftermath

Pairing: idol! Hongjoong x reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: mile-high club, oral (male and female), unprotected sex, breeding, dirty talk, name-calling (princess, baby, slut, etc.), semi-public touching, slight voyeurism, possessive behavior, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, unless its intentional)

Summary: Honjoong dream finally came true, and he can share that dream with you, his lovely girlfriend. Although one comment from his favorite designer made him forget about going to the after-party. Instead, he held the after-party in your hotel bedroom, only for the two of you.

Authors note: It took me a month to write this, so I hope you like it as much as I do. This is not proofread but honestly I couldnt care less.

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The first Monday in May, for some a day like every other, but for the fashion world it means Met Monday. And for you, it means another year of waking up bright and early so you and your beloved boyfriend Hongjoong can rate the outfits on the red carpet. It's something both of you enjoyed very much. Every year, you would witness the passion and admiration Hongjoong has for fashion. He would watch the whole event with a notebook in hand just so he could write all his opinions on the outfits and the designer's name for each one. Sometimes he would stay up even after he had seen all the outfits and sketch his idea for an outfit for this year's theme. Every year you wish he would get an invitation, but sadly not many K-pop idols are invited, it's usually maybe five every year. And every year he would remind you that even if he got invited, he would love to go with his members and not alone. Even though everyone around you thought that no matter what, he deserved to go alone or with someone.

Surprisingly, a few days after this year's Met gala, his manager called him to a meeting about something very exciting and essential. Hongjoong was very nervous walking out of the apartment to go to that meeting; even though he knew it wasn't anything bad, the whole secrecy about it scared him a bit. While he was in a meeting, you went on with your day, not thinking too much about it. In the evening, you were at home just chilling in the living room when Hongjoong burst through the door with the biggest smile on his face. “Someone is in a good mood. How did the meeting go?” you asked him while slowly approaching to hug him. “Babe, you won't believe what happened. Try to guess, I will give you a hint. It's something I wanted all of my life.” he blurted out, almost jumping from how excited he was. “I don't know, they finally found a way to make you taller.” you giggled while he just frowned. “ Ha ha very funny now be serious the answer is more simple than you think.” he encouraged you. To him, it was only logical that you would make a connection between his joy after the meeting and the gala you two watched a couple of days ago. “ I want to be right about my guess, if my gut isn't tricking me, someone was invited to the Met,” you said a little unsure, because what if you were wrong, and now he's just going to be disappointed. But to your surprise, he just smiled even bigger, silently confirming your guess. “ Oh my God, Hongjoong, that's amazing. I am so happy for you, oh God, you must be so excited.” you practically screamed in his face, hugging him as tightly as possible. “Thank you, baby, I am so excited about this. Though I am the only one out of the group that has been invited. Although they did allow me to bring a plus-one, I really want you to be my plus-one. Will you give me the honor of bringing you as my plus-one?” he explained everything in a matter of seconds, he was talking like he was in a rush or something. His fast talking didn't give you the time to really process everything. I mean, it is a huge deal to be invited to an event like this, this was huge for him but also for you. It wouldn't be your first public appearance with him, but you never attended an event of such significance. But despite your initial fears and thoughts, you knew he wouldn't forgive you if you didn't go. “Of course, I will go with you. I would never miss something so meaningful to you. But also I will get a chance to be dressed in a fancy gown and jewelry.  I would be a fool if I said no to such an offer.” you say to him, already imagining the whole event even though it's a year away. “Now that you have mentioned dressing up.  I already know the designer that will be dressing both you and me for this spectacular night.” he said excitedly, “You know how I went to that Balmain show a month ago, well it seems like Olivier really liked my opinions and style, and he is the one that decided to invite me among other celebrities.” You knew how huge this was, a lot of brands would buy entire tables and fill them with celebrities they like, meaning that Balmain and Olivier choose him, particularly because they also believe that he deserves this. You didn't know what to say, so you just hugged him, feeling like a proud mom. 

After this big announcement, your schedule turned upside down. Both of you needed to find some inspiration for what you are going to wear because everything you will be wearing that night will be hand sawn in the next few months. Also, all the jewelry will be made in that time, so everyone needed to act quick. You never realized how much time the preparations for the Met Gala take this much time. Of course, you heard every celebrity bragging about how much time was needed for their outfit to be made, but you never really thought about the numbers they were mentioning. Hongjoong took matters into his own hands, trying to find the perfect inspiration for both of the outfits. You weren't allowed to know the theme, at least Hongjoong tried to keep it a secret from you. All you knew is that the outfits needed to be dark and seductive, which to be honest already sounded like a nightmare to you. You really are attracted to Hongjoong, sometimes even the little things he does can turn you on. So knowing, that you will need to deal with a night full of him just being in his element dressed in some sexy suit, it didn't really bring you peace.

At the beginning of June, you had your first meeting with Olivier in Paris. Of course, Hongjoong needed to be extra, so he rented a private jet for you two to go there. At first, his need to be extra seemed like he just wanted to be a diva, which you understood. But on the day of the flight, it was very clear why he wanted the two of you in the private jet. That morning, you woke up to the feeling of his hands slowly caressing your ass, which wasn't very surprising at first. The realization hit you when he pulled you very close to him and started kissing you and slowly almost unnoticeably he started grinding on you. To your surprise, he didn't go any further, but that also really annoyed you because now you were the one who was desperate for a good fuck. When you got to the airport, you were greeted by his manager and some security, for now, no more people were needed since it was only a meeting to discuss outfit ideas. You entered the jet, and it was very spacious, there were about six seats but also a little secluded sleeping area. Soon everyone was seated and the flight to Paris started. At first, you, Hongjoong, and his manager made some small talk, mainly talking about Honjoongs outfit ideas and how it's a pity that this trip will only be a day maybe two. If you were being honest, this meeting could've easily been a video call. But Olivier insisted on you two coming to Paris to spend some time with him, also, so he could take the measurements, so they can start the sawing process as soon as possible. After a few minutes, the manager suggested you both go rest a bit, since this whole trip and jet lag will be very tiring for all of you. 

You and Hongjoong went to the sleeping area, as soon as you went in Hongjoong closed the door to that area with a devilish smile on his face. “Joong what are you planning? I can see it in your eyes, so spill it already.” He just smiled as he slowly hovered over you on the bed. “Well baby, we've both been busy ever since I got invited, and we will be even busier in the next few months. So why don't we make the most of our time on these trips? You know, we can just enjoy each other's company every given chance.” He was very seducing, you got to admit, but the entire idea of fucking wherever and whenever with whoever outside to hear you kinda scared you. “Joongie you know I want you as much as you want me. But we are in the air with both your manager and security in the room next to us. Don't you think it's a bit risky to do something like this?” That's when his entire demeanor changed, his eyes got darker and his smirk got bigger. “Baby, I don't really care where we are or who can hear us. If I want to get a taste of that sweet little pussy of yours, I will do it, no matter the circumstance.” Those words send a chill down your spine, you could feel yourself getting wetter and that's when you decided to not care at all and just succumb to your boyfriend's idea. You grabbed his hair, yanking him down, pulling him in a passionate kiss. You could feel him smiling but also moving his hands all over your body, pulling your shirt up, slowly caressing your stomach up to your boobs when he violently ripped your bra in half. Pulling away from the kiss, you moaned, that action alone leaving your pussy throbbing and your mind hazy. He pulled your shirt up, revealing your hardened nipples, in that process he made sure to kiss each boob and give it the attention it deserves. Every move he made now was just a successful attempt to make you even wetter than you initially were. He slowly kissed down your stomach, pulling down your sweatpants and panties, which were soaked and almost see-through at this point. While kissing your thighs, he forced your legs apart, revealing the most gorgeous sight to him. First, he just kissed your pussy everywhere except where you needed him, teasing you in the most painful way he could. You started whining and bucking your hips up, trying to get him to stop and finally give you the pleasure you required. “Slow down, sweet girl, I am just starting my meal, I don't want to get too full so soon.” He grinned, and you felt like he was mocking your desperation, but soon you felt his tongue slowly licking from your entrance up to your clit and focusing on it. He made sure that you felt every move of his tongue. It felt like heaven, you didn't even realize how much you wanted this until this very moment. His mouth felt amazing on you, tongue slowly circling around your clit, while his hand slowly moved to your entrance. “Oh how I missed this sweet pussy,” he slowly pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers, “I missed your sweet taste and how you always manage to get wetter in a matter of seconds.” He slowly pushed his fingers inside you while kissing you, so you can taste yourself on his tongue. “Seems like you have gotten tighter since the last time we had some time for ourselves,” he commented while moving his fingers in and out of you, trying to find your sweet spot. Suddenly a very loud moan escaped your lips, and that's when he knew that he was doing just the right thing. He kept pressing on that spongy spot inside you, all while trying to muffle your moans into the kiss. Pulling away from the kiss, he went down to your pussy again, giving it all the attention it needed. That was all it took for you to see stars, the moment his tongue came in contact with your clit was the moment that pressure in your lower belly was released. You were still in a moment of bliss, too focused on the pleasure you felt to even notice that Honjoong came just from eating you out. “Oh my God, baby, look what you have done to me. Made me look like some horny teenager cumming in his pants.” he chuckled while slowly laying next to you. “I'm so sorry baby, I promise to make it up to you whenever you say.” you knew that keeping this promise would be harder than it looks like. You were his pillow princess, always the one that gets to feel the pleasure first, so knowing that there will be a day when the roles will be switched made you a bit anxious. “I would say don't make promises that you can't keep, but I would really like for you to keep this one.” he chuckled as he slowly snuggled beside you, already falling asleep.

Before you knew it, you were in Paris on your way to the hotel to freshen up a bit before you meet with Olivier. You felt uneasy being in the car with the manager and security, knowing what you two did on the plane. On the other hand, Hongjoong was unbothered, making small talk with his manager about the meeting and just overall being very casual. You didn't have much time when you entered the hotel room, so you quickly showered and changed your outfit, and off to the meeting you went. The meeting was very nice, Olivier was really excited to meet you, he mentioned that Hongjoong tends to talk about you a lot, which made your heart flutter. Most of the meeting consisted of Hongjoong talking about his idea for the looks, and Olivier mostly agreeing with everything. You were quite surprised when Hongjoong mentioned a dress with a very high slit for you. He is usually against showing you off, because he tends to be very possessive of you, just like he is possessive of everyone around him, even his own fans. But you weren't against that idea, nor was Olivier, he even commented how it would be a shame to not show off your beautiful figure. This comment made you blush really hard, Olivier works with models and a bunch of celebrities like the Kardashians, so this comment made you feel fantastic about yourself. After a three-hour meeting, which still could've been a video call, you all said your goodbyes. Sadly for all of you, there was no time to explore Paris, not this time. Hongjoong had a really packed schedule right now, preparing a new album and a tour takes a lot of time. So after the meeting, you went straight to the airport to go on your flight back to Korea.

In the next few months, everything got really hectic. Hongjoong would spend most of his days in the company working on everything that needs to be finished before the tour. Meanwhile, you focused on your work as much as possible. You two didn't really see each other.  Sometimes you would wait for him at night and even then both of you were too tired to even speak, so you would just cuddle or maybe try to watch something, but most times you would fall asleep at the begging of whatever you were watching. You missed Hongjoong a lot, you would think that you are used to these periods of not seeing each other, but it's hard. Of course, you would text each other during the day, but nothing can change the physical aspect of your relationship. You missed cuddling him and kissing him, but most of all you missed your passionate nights together. Sometimes you tried to satisfy yourself, but that just didn't work, nothing could ever feel as good as your boyfriend. You tried distracting him while he was working by sending dirty texts and photos, but that wasn't successful. He would reply with the same energy, but that wouldn't last very long or give you enough encouragement to try to make yourself feel good. At one point you just gave up, hoping that at least when he goes on tour, and you go with him of course, you two would have some time for intimacy. And you weren't wrong at all, of course, most of the time he was busy with rehearsals and filming interviews, but most nights he would be full of adrenaline after the concert, and he would use that energy on you. That's how you found yourself in the position you were in right now, naked, covered in hickeys, while he kept thrusting in and out of you. Every thrust felt heavenly, he was hitting the spot every time while slowly kissing your neck and telling you how good you feel around him. “Oh love, you feel so good around my cock, always so good for me.” you just moaned at his words, not being able to form any thoughts let alone full sentences. Everything about this felt so good, you were on cloud nine, literally. “I'm…. I'm going to cummm” you silently screamed, not being able to produce any sound louder than a whisper. “Oh yes, princess, cum for me, show me how much you missed this.” his words sent you over the edge you came on his command like always. Not much later, he was also cumming inside you, your pussy squeezing him and milking him for everything he's worth. Afterward, you two just lay there enjoying each other's presence. “I'm sorry for not being able to spend more time with you, I hope nights like these can replace it.” he apologized even though he knew that you don't need him to. “Baby, you know that I'm not mad at you, and believe me if this is how you apologize maybe I should be mad more often.” you laughed as you hugged him throwing your leg around his waist and taking in his after-sex scent. “Oh, don't worry, I will find reasons to apologize like this even when you aren't mad.” he chuckled, hugging you back as he slowly calmed down his breathing and fell asleep slowly.

The rest of the tour went smoothly, with a lot of sightseeing and a lot of long nights with Hongjoong in your hotel room. The next stop was Paris and you knew what that meant, it was finally time to try on your dress and Hongjoongs suit for the gala. You were excited, to say the least, you have seen the sketches of the outfits and they were stunning. Yours was a black floor-length dress with a lot of diamonds and a diamond necklace to top it off. As for Hongjoong, his outfit was just a simple black suit, but there was a twist, he won't be wearing any dress shirt underneath just suit and that's it. Just imagining him in that made you excited and wet. But you needed to stay calm and collected, you really didn't need anyone at Balmain to know how horny you are for your boyfriend. 

When you got to the fitting, you met Olivier and some of the seamstresses that made your outfits. Your outfits were on the hangers with your jewelry laid out in a velvet box, everything was like a dream, you were speechless just looking at the outfits. “Someone is mesmerized by the dress I see” commented Olivier looking at you. “How could I not be, the dress is magical. Thank you so much for making this dream come true.” you hugged Olivier as tight as you could. “It's my pleasure, truly. You just need to be careful, one of my dresses was responsible for Kim's daughter, I do not want to be responsible again.” he chuckled winking at you and Hongjoong. You just laughed, Hongjoong on the other side was very confused but smiled. “I will leave you two to try on the outfits, just call if you need help, and when you are done.” Olivier went into the other room with the seamstresses, leaving you two alone. “I see you are very happy with the dress. I'm glad we succeeded in making something you really like.” Hongjong said, while taking off his clothes to try on his suit. “Baby, the dress is so beautiful, I couldn't be happier about it. Thank you so much.” you thanked him while taking off your clothes. “What did Olivier mean when he said he doesn't want to be responsible again? You know, that comment about Kim's daughter.” Hongjoong asked as he fixed some parts of his suit. You knew that he didn't know much about celebrities like the Kardashians, so it seemed normal that he asked. But how do you explain this without it seeming like you are asking him to make you a baby. “Oh, about that, well Olivier made the dress that Kanye bought for Kim's birthday, and well let's just say that Kim got more than that dress as a present for that birthday,” you explained shyly. “Please help me with the zipper,” you asked him, and he practically ran to help you. “What do you mean, she got more than a dress?” I don't get it,” he asked again, zipping your dress up and helping you put on the necklace. “For fuck's sake Hongjoong, they made a baby that night and Kim said that it was because of that dress,” you said, a bit annoyed for having to explain such a thing. You looked up in the mirror in front of you to look at the dress, but the first thing you saw was your boyfriend smirking at you. “ Oh, so that's what he meant by that. I'm just confused why he said it like it's a bad thing,” Hongjoong explained rubbing your hips, looking at you“ I don't think that it would be a bad thing to claim my baby, show everyone that you are mine.” You gulped as Hongjoong's hands went around your lower belly, caressing it like you are already pregnant. “Well, maybe it's not a bad thing, maybe that was just a warning or a prediction,” you commented, already feeling your panties getting wet, but also feeling Hongjoong get hard behind you. “So you wouldn't mind if we played around without any protection. It's already making me hard just thinking about feeling all of you on my dick. I can't wait to fill you up after the gala.” he said, pushing you against his hard-on, making you whimper desperately. You couldn't contain yourself, the whole idea of him cumming inside of you made you extremely aroused. “You know we need to call everyone when we are done, but I can't go in front of them in this state, plus you owe me if I remember correctly.” Your mind immediately went to the flight when you joined the mile-high club. With that in mind, you just went down on your knees ready to give him the best blowjob of his life. “Oh, my obedient little slut knows what she promised. I will remember this, don't worry.” He unbuckled his pants, and you pulled down his boxers, wrapping your tiny hand around his much larger dick. He threw his head back the moment he felt your hand on the head of his dick. Putting his hand on your head, he slowly guided you closer to him. You opened your mouth, leaving tiny kisses on the head of his cock as you rubbed his base. “Princess, you know it's not your place to tease, give daddy what you owe him, and be a good slut for him.” You knew that you will regret it if you do not listen to him, so you immediately opened your mouth, wrapping it around him. Taking all of him inside was a crazy idea, but you made it your priority right now. He felt himself touching the back of your throat and your cheeks hollowing around him, which made him feral. Throwing his head back, he bucked his hips into your mouth. “Oh yes, baby, that's right. You're going to swallow it all, milk me for everything I'm worth.” And that's exactly what you did, you brought your hand to his balls, slowly massaging them to make him cum faster. Not long after that, he was cumming down your throat, making the most erotic noises. “Oh my God, baby, that was amazing, my love.” He praised you, giving you a hand to help you stand up. He wiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb, pushing it inside your mouth later, so you can suck off everything from it. “Brush your hair a bit, I'm going to call everyone in to finish the fitting.” He kissed you before going out of the room to call Olivier and the seamstresses in. The rest of the fitting went smoothly, there was no need to change anything, so you were done in half an hour. After that, you two had some free time, so Hongjoong decided to take you shopping for some gifts for his family and yours.

Finally, the day Hongjoong dreamed of, feels funny thinking this since usually people say this about their wedding but well. Hongjoong and you arrived in New York on the morning of the gala, probably the worst plan ever, but you don't have much of a say in these plans. You had breakfast at the hotel when you arrived, after that the preparations started. There was about thirty people in the hotel suite, you got your hair, make up and nails done all at the same time. The goal was to get you both ready on time, everyone worked like you were already late. Hongjoong was paranoid about being late, so he made a plan with the manager to do everything as fast as possible. Honestly, you were also kind of scared, not of being late, but of people's reaction to the two of you on this event. Him being there seemed natural, but what if people wanted someone from the band with him and not you. But there wasn't much time for what ifs, you needed to get dressed and go to take some pictures before leaving the hotel. As soon as the last flash went off, everyone was rushing to get the two of you in the van and to the gala. There was a lot of pressure and stress with everyone around you, but you calmed down the moment you felt Hongjoong squeeze your hand and smile at you. The ride wasn't too long, it almost felt like you teleported there. When the van stopped, make up and hair touched you up one last time and off you go to the carpet. There were a lot of celebrities already there before you, that gave you a bit of peace, knowing that all that rushing wasn't worthless. The moment you two stepped on those stairs camera flashes were everywhere, honestly you thought you are going to go blind because of them, but everything went smoothly. Hongjoong gave a couple interviews talking about how important and meaningful this is to him, which designer made your outfits and many more questions. Soon you were in the museum, you went through the exhibitions and sat down on the table that was assigned to you. When you sat down, you felt yourself relaxing, finally some peace without rushing anywhere. Hongjoong made some small talk with some people that were at your table before the performances and dinner started. To be honest, you didn't really know who were you sat with, but I guess that is the protocol for people who are invited for the first time. Everything was great when dinner started, until you felt Hongjoongs hand on your thigh, squeezing it and caressing it. You looked at him, but he didn't budge, he looked so calm eating like nothing is happening. He in fact didn't stop caressing your thigh, going higher and higher every time. You pushed his leg with yours, but he didn't even look at you. He just pushed himself closer to you and whispered in your ear. “Baby, stay calm please, nobody needs to know that I'm getting you ready for our after-party.” That sentence alone shocked you, you remembered Olivier's comment and how it inspired Hongjoong. You tried to stay calm as his hand went closer to your pussy. You were soaked by the time his hand was on your pussy. He massaged around your clit before he moved your panties to the side and slid his finger inside. The performances started at that moment which made you relived since everyone was watching them and not you. Hongjoong pumped his finger in and out of you very slowly, making sure to press on your g-spot every time he went in. You needed to cover your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from whimpering or, even worse, moaning at that very moment. He continued playing with you until performances were over, the moment they stopped he pulled his finger out, brushing it on his pants. “This is exactly how I need you wet, bothered and in need of some good fucking. The moment this is over, we are out, rushing to our hotel. Understood.” he whispered, and you just nodded slowly, trying to collect yourself so no one notices the change in your demeanor.

As soon as the dinner was over, Hongjoong rushed you to the van. Everyone was talking about the after-party, but you knew very well that's not where you two were rushing. When you entered the van, everyone was screaming and congratulating you, it seemed like the internet really liked you two on the carpet together. That was a small relive for your thoughts, but not for the ache between your legs. When you got to the hotel, the staff already packed their staff and were on the way to their rooms, which left you and Hongjoong alone in your suite. The moment Hongjoong closed the doors, your lips were on his, kissing him hungrily. He just chuckled, he got you just how he wanted, you were wet and needy. You made your way to the bedroom, where he helped you to get out of your dress, but he ordered you to keep your heels and necklace. He took off his suit in a matter of seconds, he pushed you on the bed, kissing your neck and down to your lower belly. “Are you ready to be marked as mine for everyone to see. I can't wait for you to be pregnant and full of my baby.” He rubbed your clit slowly before pushing two fingers inside you. The pleasure wasn't strong, you needed more, you craved his dick inside you. You squeezed your walls around his fingers, trying to give him a hint that you required more. “Someone is very needy. My baby mama is craving something bigger than my fingers, huh.” You could only moan at his words, already too far gone to say anything or form any thoughts. “Don't worry, I will make sure to get you full and pregnant by the end of this night.” He took off his boxers, pumping himself a bit. “Come up princess, spit on my cock and stroke it. I need this to be comfortable for my baby mama.” You propped yourself on one hand, spitting on his dick and stroking him to make it wet. As you did that, you looked him in the eyes, which turned him on even more. That dazed look in your eyes gave him confidence, he knew that only he can make you feel and look like this. He went down to kiss you and push you to lay down as he positioned his cock on your entrance. “Oh Hongjoong…. Feels so good, so full.” You moaned like never before, the stretch gave you just what you needed. “ Yeah you're feeling full baby.” He continued thrusting inside you, the tip of his dick brushing on your g-spot, making you see stars. Stroking your clit, he latched onto one of your nipples while his other hand massaged your other boob. “I can't wait to see your boobs full of milk for our baby.” He covered all of your sensitive spots, your stomach felt like it's going to burst. “Now mama, I need you to cum for me. Cum for daddy, so he can breed you nice and full.” Every word was punctuated by his thrust, every thrust made his tip slam into your g-spot, that was your limit. Your pussy started squeezing his dick, he rubbed your clit faster and that's when that pressure in your lover belly was released. You came all over him, he continued thrusting, feeling your pussy squeeze him trying to keep him inside. Throwing his head back, he came inside you, his tip touching your cervix. “Oh yes, mama, keep everything inside. Don't you dare a single drop to leave your pussy.” He slowly took himself out, pushing one finger inside you to keep everything inside. He laid beside you, stroking your hair with his other hand. “Thank you, daddy, for filling me up.” You smiled at him, as he kissed your forehead. He pulled his finger out and went to get a towel to clean you and your panties. “Daddy is now going to clean you up. I'm going to try to be gentle, I know you are sensitive.” You just nodded, as he slowly cleaned you and put some panties on you. “Thank you baby. I can't wait to see if we made a baby tonight.” He laid down, hugging you closely. “Me too. Hopefully for the next year we will need three invitations.”

[cupiohearts]

CANT CATCH ME NOW ?! - leaving them behind

they see you everywhere. james, jonggun, joongoo. they find bits and pieces of you lying around in their pockets, their houses and memories. it depends on which one it is which scene they see you in.

DG VER. gun ver. goo ver.

for james, he sees the sight of you in the crowd when he first started as an idol. he catches himself hoping for a glimpse of you in crowds as he did before. maybe you just show up at one of his concerts one day. he knows its a childish hope to think you'll come back. especially not when theyve all pushed you out of their lives.

but was it such a hopeless thought to have? a particulary fond memory of seeing you in the front row at barricade. hopping down and singing his lyrics to your face. fans thought you were just a really lucky person to catch the attention of DG, minimizing it to a harmless fan interaction moment just for the concert.

he loved the way your eyes twinkled underneath the stage light illuminating your face in a mesmerizing glow. he recalled the heartbreak when they were all gathered up at your apartment.

it had become a haunting memory of seeing the house abandoned. the only thing left was a small ragged old scarf you insisted on keeping

"yknow! one day for my super awesome snowman! ive been waiting for winter to come in korea so snow is finally here!" you tell him with a giddy grin at the mall. your loose baby strands around your face and your face bare with nothing on it standing out to him.

you always mentioned you wanted to experience the snow. you said you didnt have it where you were from. far too sunny for that you said.

"you wont have to wait long. it get cold fast in korea" he tells you. chuckling as you hold the scarf in your hand while picking out more winter items.

how unfortunate. it was snowing right now. he wondered where youve gone. maybe youve died off, its better for him that way. that way he wont have to think about whether or not youve settled down yet. maybe gone back to your old country or somehwere new.

maybe youre out on a date somewhere, possibly 6 feet down in a ditch. his mind wanders when it comes to you.

reading the note you left behind for him. written in a sparkly pen you always used.

"why do you have so many pens and only use one?!" he questions you with a raised eyebrow. his long fingers unzipping your pencil pouch and looking through all the pens you own.

"you cant expect me to use all of them. plus my papers look sparkly this way and its cute. the design is cute and i like how it writes!" you chirp at him. turning behind you and hitting his forehead with your pen. "red hair... i like you with your curly red hair. reminds me of someone i used to know" you tell him.

curling his hair around your pen before dropping it when you hear the teacher say your name and turning back to the board. your hair whipping him in the face "im innocent!" you joke with your hands raised causing the class to laugh.

you tell him youre sorry in the note. that you couldnt handle it anymore.

you tell him everything but telling him nothing at the same time. telling him of how you felt like everyone else was moving while you were stuck in the present. everyone was special and you were not.

he let the paper drop down after skimming the rest of its contents. he wished to just crumple it up and tossed it away. he couldn't.

he knew he was being selfish wanting you back when youve clearly stated in the note this was out of youre pure will, leaving them behind. he wouldve cried. he wouldve cried if he was james lee.

all he could do was pick it back up and meet back with gun, and goo.

it was gonna all be in one set page but i found that it was longer than most of my other projects if i actually completed this whole

so i broke it up

like the friend group

ha

i caught up with lookism

i like the new pretty boys :3

ALSO QLSO I HAD AN ENTIRLY SEPRATE DOCUMENT FROM THIS AND I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED MY UNFINISHED STUFF BC I ACCIDETNALY POSTED IT INSTEAD OF COICKING DRAFT SO I HAD TO COPY AND PASTE ALL OF THIS PARAGRAPH BY PARAGRAPH TO THIS PAGE THINGY BC IM ON THE PHONE TYPING ALL PF US THIS SO A+ FOR WFFORT

did not proof read (bc im insecure abt my works 😔🤞)

[princedetectives]

in my last post i mentioned at the end how goro akechi's "detective prince" outfit looks a hell of a lot like naoto's persona. well im still thinking about it. sit down

like. when you see them side by side the resemblance IS pretty uncanny isnt it? im not crazy??

my thesis: akechi's detective prince outfit is a mix of symbols he sees as upholders of justice. aka, his role models. aka, mainly naoto and the neo featherman rangers. you know, because he's a nerd.

the latter is even more obvious in robin hood. i could swear it's canon but i for the life of me cannot remember where from. but i KNOW he is a featherman fan. it makes sense, watching a show where heroes of justice fight against evil and forming an image of justice based on that. it's further supported by his weapons, described as kids' toys. it's very likely his image of justice was formed when he was pretty young, the perfect age to form role models like this. this resemblance has been pointed out before im sure youve heard it

but i digress. you know who ELSE is a featherman fan?

(really really cute that both of them are featherman nerds. comes with being a detective prince i suppose)

that's already a pretty strong link between them -- i bet featherman ranger influenced naoto's persona, too. at least a little bit. but the resemblance to the cartoon isn't as strong with naoto. it's there, but the bird-like theme can also be explained by yamato-takeru's mythology (when he died, he turned into a great white bird and flew away).

so naoto's persona is mostly original. which means the resemblance can only be explained by respect for naoto. and i guarantee you he doesnt even realize it. (unless he's seen naoto's persona before, which might be true if you want to get funky with AUs, but probably not.) and you might look at me and think the link is kind of farfetched... but come on. the resemblance is too much to ignore to me. and even if it wasn't intentional it's interesting and fun to look at it like it is.

but what does this mean

as i mentioned in my last post, akechi's status as the first detective prince is vital to his self-image. self-image affects metaverse appearance deeply, ESPECIALLY with akechi, since his personas work differently than everyone else's. it feels easy to write this off as "oh it's just his public mask" but remember both detective prince and black mask and equally essential.

and again, it's not like naoto's popularity gets in the way of his. akechi has garnered respect on his own (or by shido's tampering, but that's a whole other can of worms). even so, the detective prince name is directly congruent with his predecessor. naoto's shadow looms over it. it's only natural that his "detective prince" form, as i've been calling it, reflects this. it's a LEGACY!

of course, naoto definitely wouldn't have a metaverse outfit like this, even with the same influences. crow is uniquely akechi, because the detective prince title is just as much his as it is naoto's.

p.s. i usually avoid the existence of persona x detective naoto as much as possible but.. but the new persona he gets there... i couldnt help but notice....

okay, genuinely don't get me started on this one LMAO

[katsukikoi]

Hi Atlas, can I request a headcanon of how the Jujutsu Kaisen boys would react when you stand up for them when someone's talking bad about them.

If it's possible, can you do Gojo, Toji and Choso? I feel like they would be the type of people who usually don't care about what people say about them, but when their partner stands up for them and defends them, they just feel really nice and wondered what they did to deserve someone like you. Thank you! 🥹

Hi sweetheart, ill try my best!

Characters; Gojo, Toji and Choso

warnings; non.

y/n so is sweet, so sweet.

So when she get over protective with Gojo, he gets so swooned.

Gojo, wouldn't think about how others care, in fact he would just take it as a joke and his ego would grow, smirking and smiling.

But, when his little girlfriend gets all protective all because of someone talking shit about him, he wouldn't stop teasing her about it.

"The only reason why your girlfriend is with you is because you have looks and money, you lack a personality. Gojo Satoru." They sneered, Dragging out his name in hate, making gojo only smirk, with a shrug waving them off. It hurt a bit, they weren't wrong, he has the looks and money. He knows that, its engraved in his brain since he was a teen. Spoilt, cocky and dam good looking.

It wasn't different, everyday was like this, it wasn't new to him.

y/n heard them, she glared. Hard. Making the attacker shudder.

"well, i have never heard something so incorrect. Toru' has personality, more than you do. Your only a 2nd grade sorcerer, and your older. Please, do tell me about that? wasn't toru' the one who saved you from a low graded curse the other day? are you really insecure? " y/n calmly spoke, side eying them the whole time as she basically dismissed them

"how embarrassing." she spat out, with a sickeningly sweet smile her hands crossed in a traditional kimono. She wore white, with beautiful blue to match Satoru’s eyes.

The other sorcerer shamefully looked down as they scampered away tail inbetween their legs.

"huphm" she huffed, she turned to look at Satoru, not realising he was already looking at her with a awe struck face.

"baby.." he spoke, whispering as he felt a new emotion he hasnt felt since geto. y/n looked up, blinking as she watched his face, he giggled, picking her up and spinning.

"gojo! what the hell are you doing?" she laughed, putting her forehead with his. Letting him peppering her face. making her giggle more at his antics. She tried to push him off, but couldnt. "i love you" was blabbered out of his mouth as he kissed her face.

Satoru Gojo, would never do that to anyone, but now that he has y/n. He would never let her go, he felt so loved and warm on the inside.

Toji doesn't care about how people talk about him, having been around it everyday even before his girlfriend, and son.

Toji was a strong, very strong man, but he is so weak with his women. It was no surprise that he was flabbergasted and weak to his knees. The way she would carry herself and his son; megumi. God, he was so in love.

"Toji Zenin, you have grown weak, that women has made you weak." the higher ups would nag and nag, toji would just shrug them off as he made them no mind.

"soon your lover, will leave you and your son." The higher up spoke, smugly as if he knew his family. This would make Toji's mind click, and think. "really?" he said, in this mind, he would never say it has he laughed it off.

It wasn't until the said women came in holding young megumi's hand, " oi! stop terrorising my husband huh? you stupid old man. Im surprised that you dont have family with your age." she spoke, now picking up little megumi as he giggled, holding his step mother as he did so. y/n walked pass as she tapped her boyfriends chest, kissing his bicep as she passed.

She looked back at the stuttering and gawking man. "can i help you?" she asked, sassily. Popping her hip as Toji, slowly wrapped a hand around her hip, he wouldn't stop looking at her, smirking as he realised that he wants to marry this women. His gaze shifted from her to megumi who was crawled up on her.

The higher up now long gone as he huffed and walked off.

"Toji, dear are you--" she started as she quickly got pulled into a messy kiss. "Toji..?" she spoke, pulling away as she batted her half-lidded eyes.

Toji laughed as he pulled this family with him, his whole world. " didn't needa' do that sweets." he spoke, pulling her closer. As close as he can as she fitted into his hip, molding with his own body. Fitting nicely.

"well, i didnt like how they were talking about you, s'all." she spoke, shyly as she bopped megumi's nose and kissed it.

"husband huh?" his smile, turning into a wide smirk.

Choso never cared about what the other curses said, only caring about his little brother Yuji and his women y/n.

Choso never recognised anyone else words but y/n's.

He was swooning when he first saw her talking to his little brother, he was shy at first. But as they grew together, he now doesn't stop, grabbing, kissing, touching, talking. Wherever she was, he close by. Watching out for his clumsy women.

“watch where your going you stupid curse.” a teenager spat at the man who looked at him then back at his women, he moved past him as he went to embrace his girl. Who was talking with yuji, smiling as she did so.

“oi! im talking to you!” The teen used 3rd grade jujutsu, ready to attack the man. Not before y/n used her own jujutsu to shield the weak attack. “your an idiot, go back to class.” she spoke, glaring down as she did so. She flicked his head rolling her eyes, “fucking waste of time. Im surpised gojo-sensei saw something in you, beacuse i surely dont.” she mocked, makimg the teen frown. But he listened, running back to his friends embarrassed.

Choso, blinked. Looking back and forth at the scene. He felt his heart flutter, smiling softly at the women.

He turned her by the loop of her belt, He leaned in to give her a peck on the lips. “choso?” she whispered on his lips.

“thank you, you didnt need to baby girl.” he smiled.

————

i hope you enjoyed and i pray that was your liking, ots not really a hc, its more of a imagine type thing! if you don’t like it, i can redo it!

( requests are open! look at my page for the rules <3 )

much love, atlas. 💣✨

[dxstopiaa]

Gratifying Gambit

Synopsis: Playing Genius Invocation with your lover seems to evolve into something quite heated.

Characters: Al Haitham, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari x Reader!

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, otherwise none. [ Apologies for such infrequent updates <\3 P.S do know how difficult fighting cyno in tcg windblume was? that feeling when i finally beat him. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞]

Al Haitham

Al Haitham has been defeated!

You couldn’t possibly of expected the Grand Sage to be in peak condition after keeping him awake for so long. It was evident he would rather be in his own company, reading before getting early rest.

Al Haitham’s eyelids drooped slightly— teal irises clouded with the urge for slumber. But he pressed on, insisting that his sleep didn’t matter as much when it came to spending time with you, even if it wasn’t exactly quality.

“No, it’s alright, it’s your turn.” Your lover murmured, resting his head in his hands. No problem, this is only one night of many, he’ll get his rest eventually.

“Haitham? I’ve conceded my round already…” You raised a brow, arm outstretched to brush his tresses from obstructing your view of him. Ah, that’s the issue. No wonder he had lost these past matches.

His eyes were fluttering shut, drifting off to the abode of dreams until he forced himself awake again. An all too familar cycle with yourself, but one which didn’t synergise with the Scribe.

“Dear, are you…sleeping? I didn’t think i was that boring!” You huffed, tone tinted with slight offence but amusement nonetheless. Al Haitham couldnt retain the hushed smile creeping up his face. You were too lovable for your own good.

Another unusual occurrence, your beloved’s laughter. It was sweet— carefree and adorable for a stoic man such as he. Either your heart almost flipped in place, or your brain short-circuited.

“Quite the opposite actually, go on, i’ll play one more game with you.”

You have been defeated!

Strategy, the foundation of card games. The secret to winning every match was to be adaptable but reliably balanced in strength and defence, Al Haitham had read such in a handbook, a little foreign to his tastes but interesting nonetheless.

He was determined to prove such tactics correct— that he did, with grace. A stubborn man like him, you expected him to stick to his dendro team compositions, yet he took you by surprise.

“Are you not going to…” You trailed off, glaring at his deck of cards which weren’t in usual order. Only then had you recognised your mistake.

“Hm? Oh this, i figured i should alter it more often, i’ll start.” Al Haitham’s smirk could be heard through his tone, folding his arms after already reducing your health far below healthy standards. Appears like the luck was on his side too.

You tripped over your words in an attempt to condone your poor performance, phrases like: ‘My hand slipped!’ or ‘Wait, i’m not ready!’

“Haitham!” But he knew, regardless of how many times you whined his name with exasperation, it was just a way to cope with your unfortunate loss. Just like the Scribe was attempting to conceal that stochastic fluttering in his chest from the nickname.

“I win, my reward is for you to call me that name for the rest of our time together.”

Kaveh

Kaveh has been defeated!

“Hey! Give me a chance at least!” Kaveh groaned, throwing his cards quite aggressively upon the table in defeat. To think that he called himself skilled at TCG just an hour ago— now there was no denying he felt embarrassed.

The young architect, better known as your husband, breathed out an exasperated sigh when you merely giggled at his suffering. Kaveh didn’t know where he went wrong, he had prepared himself for this yet he still couldn’t beat you!

You, on the other hand, found the situation humorous. He just looked so lovable with that pout on his lips— eyes screwed narrowly whilst he scrutinised his attempt at deceiving you.

“Sorry, love! I just thought you’d want better competition for your amazing skills.” You teased, mocking him for your own amusement. The look upon his face was something much more than just disapproval, as if he wanted to strangle you (lovingly, of course.)

How did you know all of his moves, he asks? Well, playing a tactical game with someone who shares a bit too much detail whilst intoxicated was not a sensible choice. And you may of just coerced him into informing you of his playstyle by rewarding him with a kiss.

Such information should remain hidden, keeping your irked lover in the dark wouldn’t hurt, right? Nothing other than his sanity, anyway.

“Again? Dear, can you read my mind?”

You have been defeated!

You shouldn’t of done that— hoping the blonde opposite you failed to recognise your poorly thought mistake. A shame that Kaveh was a discreetly intelligent man, a satisfied smirk growing over his face.

“Wait, I didn’t mean to do that!” You exclaimed, trapping your husband’s hand under your own, nearly falling from your chair. He cackled mercilessly, finishing off your deck in one turn.

It was his concept of revenge, you had won all previous matches, it’s fair enough. It’s too bad for you, now Kaveh had no choice but to smear vanquish over your streak. The game prior to this beheld a score of six to zero, at least your husband didn’t walk out with that quite embarrassing score.

“Dramatic does not mean dumb, sweetheart.” Your lover admitted, leaving his seat from the table to collect the remaining dice— and partly to tower over beside you to witness that solemn expression.

Eagerly, you seized his collar and brought him down face-level, gifting a chaste kiss to his lips before turning away as if you never had.

“You can’t just leave me like that, come here-”

Cyno

Cyno has been defeated!

“Don’t get cocky.”

Something that he shouldn’t of said to you— rather some advice he should of taken himself. For a supposedly lighthearted card game, Cyno took it very seriously, to the point it became comical. After all, he’s never lost to anyone before.

So when you slammed your card upon the playing table, your new tactics you had learnt had proved to outmatch the uncrowned archon of Genius Invocation. The plan? Delay your actions until you could utilise elemental reactions and one-shot every last card of his once vulnerable.

Quite expectedly, your boyfriend appeared mortified, not only did he gasp as if he had been physically injured, but his mouth flew ajar. Cyno wanted to express his resentment, but that became increasingly challenging with how proud you looked.

“See! I told you i’ve been practicing!” You giggled, leaving your seat at the table and wrapping your arms around his neck, swaying the seething general to and fro. No matter, you already knew how much he adored seeing you as contented as you were.

It wouldn’t take long to crack that false shell of offence, sporting a gleeful grin at last. Cyno sighed, resting his elbows on the table whilst he massaged those restless crimson eyes of his. Another card drawn, another hour spent away in his company.

“You win this time, but you want to see what i’ve been practicing too, love?”

You have been defeated!

Cyno wasn’t that malevolent to defeat you in his favourite card game so soon; you were only a beginner, that wouldn’t be necessary. That was until you began to grasp the concept of it rather quickly.

It was endearing how you were so keen to conquer your boyfriend, of course he had to let you win the first couple of rounds. Your virtuous grin when you inflicted damage greater than he had expected alone was a sufficient reason.

“Hmm you win again, how about i increase the difficulty, darling?” Cyno proposed. You shouldn’t of hastily nodded your head, you later found you underestimated him a little too much.

A fault of yours was your predictability— the customary vaporise deck, a common choice he often saw. Perhaps you were playing it safe? Standard set up too, simply apply hydro and then pyro. Too bad your lover could counter that in no time.

Turn by turn, your cards were disintegrated before your very eyes. No amount of healing or event draws could repair the damage done in that round— or to your morale for that matter.

The general braced his deck, peering over it to witness you frowning at the ‘unfair’ move he made. Stifling his laughter was becoming increasingly difficult, wearing an upturned smirk instead.

“Cyno! Stop the mockery, it’s not funny!” You whined, resting your head against the table in defeat, not desiring to get your pride handed back to you once more.

There’s always a next time to achieve victory. For now, just enjoy your boyfriend tidying your hair away from your chagrined countenance.

Tighnari

Tighnari has been defeated!

You were more than just delighted to reveal your new deck to your boyfriend, or more specifically—a character card of his own. He wore a cute expression, eyes gleaming with motivation and pride whilst his illustrated lips curved into a cheeky grin.

Endearing you find it, and glad you had pre-release access to the card which was intended to be announced to the public in a week. Rightfully so as his lover.

“So…you’re telling me that this card of mine, will grant you luck?” Tighnari hesitated, analysing the card between two fingers. He found the depiction of himself to be slightly inaccurate, but he brushed it off with a light sigh.

“Yes! ‘Nari, please?” You requested, smiling softly when the chief forest ranger surrendered to your pleads. You gleefully sat opposite him, board infront with dice scattered over it. You rolls seemed to be the first indicator of your luck, all dendro and electro—just like your team.

Tighnari, on the other hand, was a bit more unfortunate, having to reroll with multiple event cards just to play a skill. With every fallen character, he slumped further into his chair with disappointment.

“Alright, how is my own card luckier than me?” Your lover complained, plucking it from your hands and hiding it away in his pocket.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it back, i don’t want you to favour a fake rather than the real version infront of you, dearest.”

You have been defeated!

“Love, did you drink too much? You’re usually better at this than me.” The forest ranger questioned, an eyebrow cocked upwards at your quizzical behaviour.

It was already the third round yet you hadn’t played any meaningful action at all. One could argue that you were simply stalling— but that was not an ample excuse.

Your palm struggled to keep the weight of your head upright, giving out from beneath it and opting to slouch over the table. That didn’t stop the incoherent mumbles from spilling out your lips, now batting your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Nari, you’re so cute…i’ll let you have the win whenever.” You whined cheekily, observing Tighnari scoff, attempting to hide the scarlet flush developing with disregard. Just what has happened to you today?

“I appreciate it, but you need to get some rest, you’re scaring me.” He muttered, leaving his seat to aid you upstairs, with much difficulty. Reminder: Don’t leave alcohol around you again.

Neither of you had exactly lost or won, but you could say that you were the first to fall deeper for another.

[crushedsweets]

30y old Toby headcanons?

this is all written under the assumption that nobody is dead or in prison, also written for my AU in which slenderman and the operator are opposing forces, with slenderman taking the operators victims as proxies

at this point tim and brian would have completely gotten away from slenderman/the operator, being well into their 40s. probably moved all the way to the west coast, maybe even out of the country.

which means there'd only be kate and toby left. they'd both be exhausted. the operator and slenderman wouldve been 'fighting' for ~25+ years by now, so they have longer periods of going dormant - but they are still immortal entities, so there is no quitting. kate would've moved full time into the proxy cabin, rather than the mines, so they'd be spending a lot of time together.

clocky is the closest to toby, but by now she'd have a nice little apartment and is working full time. her time under the operators influence is completely over. maybe toby would move in with her, but she'd be hesitant. loves him to death but she's trying to get away from the shit that toby would always come back to. she wants to find peace

he'd still have to be working in places that dont require a background check. or even an ID. or be willing to pay in cash. he still gets angry to the point of tears knowing he'll never be able to move freely through the world since his name, DNA, fingerprints all link him back to his dad. even 13 years later he cant get away from his dad

he misses tim and brian. they were awful to him half the time, but sometimes they were like father figures - tim taught toby how to drive, brian patched toby up countless times, they've all sat and had a few drinks together and watched some movies, they were all toby had for a year after his dads death. but they completely cut toby off, probably completely cut eachother off too - toby couldnt find them even if he tried. which he did, for a while

toby would stop trying to visit his mom, but he'd still visit lyras grave. he used to drop flowers off mothers day, birthday, christmas - he'd find some train that'll take him as far as possible and just leave them out for his mom. usually he found gloves, jackets, blankets laying out on the porch he left them on. he stopped when his mom inevitably moved out of her sisters house, he has no idea where she went.

maybe there would be new proxies to take in. some kid who just killed their best friend and finds themself constantly waking up in random areas with blood on their hands, throwing up black liquid and seeing weird faceless men all around - and toby would have to take on tim and brians role, and try to help this kid, and try to be better, and try not to beat their ass everytime they piss him off. try not to treat them the way he was treated. it would suck ass watching that happen to someone else, but part of him would think maybe that means it's time him and kate can finally escape - but there is something about toby and kate that cant seem to shake slenderman, not the way the others did

i think 30 year old toby would be pretty somber all around. any initial rage that fueled him, or excitement that motivated him, or joy he found in the freaks around him would've worn off by now

[fcknstar]

,, the innocence is gone "

pairings : gf!ethanlandry x fem!reader ( vesper )

summary : what happens when history tends to repeat himself?

content warnings : violence, betrayal, obsession.

**lowercase intended**

" ghostface would be attractive if he didnt kill.. " you voiced out, in your own world when the whole group turned to face you in shock. 

" uhm.. i think thats a bit far fetch dont you think? " mindy cringed. 

how can the thought of someone with a mask pull your heartstrings, or even turn you on.

" i mean, in my opinion he could be pretty hot. " you shrugged. 

the group wasnt new on your interests in slashers, criminals. you figured that it was always the attractive ones who killed. they just found it weird considering you, mindy, the carpenter sisters and chad nearly got killed by one. 

" coping mechanisms. " quinn laughed the tension off, with the rest awkwardly nodding. 

★ 

ever since ethan joined the group, you have been nothing but attached. how did a good looking guy - a snack - be so lonely. you thought he had someone in his mind, the one you knew you couldnt occupy. but he did. you. but he soon swallowed the feeling down to focus on his mission. he knew he had to kill you, so why did your existence crumble him. making him question about his true intentions. 

" i had econ! " he defended himself as mindy analyzed ethan. 

you saw ethan leaving the apartment so you did trust him. 

" mindy, he did leave the apartment, remember? " you whispered, eyes closed as you listened to the rustling sounds around you. 

" see? " 

" vesper, you are next in my list- " 

" what? just because i defended him doesnt make me the killer. and you know for a fact i would never considering the fucking shit weve been through! " you couldnt believe your ears, your own best friend not trusting you. 

" mindy, i think you are over- analysing everything right now. " sam sighed. she trusted you, even if she knew she couldn't trust anyone. but youve been there for her and tara since day one. 

" fine, but ethan is still on the top of my list. " ethan bringing his hands up in defeat. giving him a lopsided smile, he returned a sad smile back.

everyone were starting to turn their backs on their own people, those that had to relive such traumatic moments. 

★ 

" hello? " 

" hey, ves! i was wondering if you could head down to the library? i need your help. " your friends voice begging for a yes to come out from you. instead a -

" no, im sorry. im with ethan right now, catching up on some shit i dont understand. ill try to come down as soon as possible though! " ethans eyes darting to your face. he loved the way you said his name. how sweet and soft youd say it, as if he was a fragile doll you had to take care off. 

" oh man, alright sure! just text me - update me yea! bye! " a sigh was heard from the other side. 

" bye love~ " you giggled. you were often flirtatious with your closest friends. ethan - not knowing the gender of the caller, narrowed his eyes. 

" so sorry about that- " 

" who was that? " ethan couldnt help but ask. he just had to know. if you couldnt be his, you shouldn't be anyones. 

" lana, she needed help with something. i dont know. " ethan nodded. 

★ 

ethan has yet to leave your side since the van. he needed to be with you as long as he could before he killed you, as him or as ghostface. so when gale brought you and the others down to the shrine, you realized ethans hand around your wrist. 

looking up at him, him smiled. 

" cant let you leave my sight knowing youd go crazy over this stuff. might lose you on the way. " you chuckled. 

looking over the items, you couldn't help but wonder how did someone collect items that was about six years ago - or even more. walking up on stage, you grazed every piece of black robe that could be filled with blood. this was a new feeling and you liked it. 

" remember how you said that ghostface was attractive, i get how someone might like him. " ethan blurted out. 

" haha very funny eth. " rolling your eyes, knowing that he's just trying to annoy you. 

" i mean look at amber freeman. she was hot. quite literally. "

you stopped at amber freemans robe, such events replaying. 

" welcome to act three. " you stumbled backwards watching as she aimed the gun at you.

" its sad that that pretty face will be gone to waste. " amber made a pouty face. you liked amber, maybe more than just a friend. of course you found her attractive, even with her reveal. but you couldnt.

it felt as if someone took your heart out, squeezed it and pushed it back in. you had to digest so many information and your dumb brain couldnt handle it. you didnt want it to happen again, knowing you couldnt take another heart break.

" ves? " ethan placed an arm on your shoulder. 

" sorry? " 

" you alright? " you nodded, afraid that your voice might crack. 

you coped up with everything by searching on slashers, even learning their tactics. it was interesting to say the least. you soon became obsessed with one you didnt even acknowledge. you should have known.

★

sam and tara pulled you behind them as ghostface removed his mask, revealing ethan. 

his gloomy face was replaced with a menacing smile. you tuned everything out, realizing that everything this happening again. fuck, you thought. ethan was a shy dorky guy, and now standing in front of you is a killer that you liked. oddly enough, you didn't feel betrayed or even hurt. he looked hot, with his hair sticking to his forehead and his breathing heavy. thoughts of blood on his face couldnt help but flood your mind. you just didnt want to die. not yet. 

you didn't even realize when ethans rounding the corner, near the glass display you and sam were standing at. 

you being the closest one, he pulled you, placing the knife against your neck. 

" fuck, eth- " your voice died down in your throat when you felt him press the knife further into your neck. 

" no- " sam and tara wanted to run towards you when quinn stopped them. 

" no, no you little fuckers, you aren't going anywhere. " before walking towards them, ethan walked with you, following quinns steps. your back against his front, you felt his heart thumping hard. probably due to adrenaline. you were going to die. tonight. in the hands of ethan. 

quinn lunged forwards before tara smacked quinn with a brick, knocking her out. 

that was when bailey aimed the gun towards the sisters. 

" you brought a brick to a gun fight.. quite sad isnt it. that you have to die this way. "

" sam- " out of instinct, you jolted forward, forgetting the knife against your neck. you had cut your neck slightly, as you pushed yourself further behind against ethan. 

" you sweet dumb thing. too stupid to not realize that you may cut yourself. " ethan pouted before pulling you away from the others. 

sam and tara saw ethan pushing you forward with the knife against your back. shit, they thought. 

before you could even ask him where he was bringing you, he stabbed you in the arm. 

" ive always wanted to stick something in you, ves! " he smiled victoriously.

" fuck you, eth! " you breathed.

" is that an offer? " shaking his head, he continued, "since i like you, ill spare you. " 

he has made up his mind.

a.n : have been vv obsessed lately, requests coming soon <3

[powerpolyculeshowdown]

Do you have recommendations for shows/books/whatever with canon/basically canon polyamory?

ok the only media w officially canon polyam i personally consumed are Iron Widow and Hades.

Iron Widow is a mecha scifi/chinese fantasy book, it has pacific rim mechanics, so it takes 2 ppl to pilot the mecha but its more dystopian in that the pilot (male) usually drains the life force of his concubine (female). the mc has a guy shes interested in from the start but she pushes him aside to seek her goals to become a concubine pilot (theres a very good reason for this but i dont wanna give too much away) ends up being forced to work w the most dangerous pilot (spoilers hes actually a misunderstood sweetheart and i love him), her first love somehow finds his way back into her life so he can be their ally and its very clear from the first time he meets the other guy that this bitch is bi af. At one point he literslly saves their lives and i wont elaborate on that cause again spoilers but someone mentioned it in a propaganda ask. They canonically fall in live w each other and start dating. Please look up the trigger warnings first cause theres some heavy subjects addressed in this book. The book itself has trigger warnings listed at the start so if u find it at a book store u can check them this was too.

Hades is a roguelike videogame w dating sim mechanics (ish) -you give gifts to characters to learn more about them, and theres two romance options but you can romance both at once, they're both aware of and okay with it, hinting that they mightve had a past even before zagreus was born (its greek gods one is death incarnate the other is one of the furies, they've basically existed since forever)

From the submissions I got:

ive been told Leverage is like the korrasami of polyam, as in they were as polyam as they could be in a show from 2010, so it sounds like its canon but not explicit because they couldnt get away with that.

The girls from Amphibia are apparently in a similar situation, heavily implied canon, someone told me it was confirmed by people who worked on the show, but i dont think its explicitly stated.

The Kane Chronicles apparently also has canon polyam, although its 2 bodies, cause I think one of them has a god in him or something? I never read the books, but I was told Sadie (i think thats her name? The girl) is in love w both of them, and kinda dating both too i think?

I dont know if Singing in the Rain is canon but theres that kiss gif that got prrtty popular on tumblr where kathy kisses one of the guys then the other, so it looks canon? or at least implied canon?

Sense8 as some people have mentioned has 1 officially confirmed to be canon throuple, 1 that has a lot of hints to confirm but a lot of ppl see it as a gay couple w a very supportive friend ig and someone else said in general because of the plot u could kind of see the 8 of them as a big polycule, although that one isnt canon

HoneyWorks/Heroine Tarumono is one of those songs turned novel turned anime. i dont think its confirmed canon but theres a lot of stuff pointing to the possibility, you mightve see @non-fantasy telling me about them in a few asks. im obsessed and ive yet to watch anything

Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel has Rilla/Sir Damien/Lord Arum, i also haven't listened to this one but a lot of people told me rilla and damien were in a pre-established relstionship, both got crushed on lord arum separately, talked about it and worked things out to now be a canon polycule

im She-Ra (netflix) theres a trio that is implied to be a polycule at the end, a lot of ppl called them canon in the notes but i dont personally ember it being confirmed? i am very forgetful tho. It's Rogelio/Kyle/Lonnie, unfortunately they lost the prelim round

I believe people submitted some others that were canon but im very forgetful so i cant remember right now

[sunnixsunshine]

Gonna just post this all together lol uh big post, lots of words, whatever, enjoy

Anyway, meet Roronoa Hikoboshi and Orihime! Hikoboshi resembles Zoro’s dad, he takes over the restaurant eventually while Sora is off sailing, Shinjiro is off sailing, and Takehiko is just causing massive amounts of problems to every type of authority out there lol. Orihime is actually Pudding’s daughter, her only child in fact. Idk, Pudding just eventually gets over Sanji(good, hes way too old for you sweetie tbh; narratively I enjoy their story but ooooooof couldnt she have been at least 18?), meets a new gentleman whos just as kind to her. He, too, has an interest in baking and they open a bakery together, which eventually moves to the exact oart of the All Blue where Sanji resides. Hikoboshi and Orihime meet when theyre 15/16 years old and immediately theyre pretty infatuated. With Orihime being a fairytale and love at first sight kind of gal and Hikoboshi being just as much as a hopeless romantic as his father. When the two want ther parents to meet—its pretty awkward at first lol

Hikoboshi and Orihime is directly inspired by the myth and Tanabata festival itself. As I said, Hikoboshi more so resembles his grandfather Arashi. Orihime is supposed to look like her father the most, however I wanted to play with the idea of her resembling Big Mom a bit? Mostly just the hair honestly, which starts off as brown but as he gets older it gradually changes to pink. Which makes me think about the possibility of Pudding maybe holding some kind of issues against her early on???? Idk but I would like to explore the idea! Btw, their moles are supposed to reflect their respective stars’ positions, Vega and Altair!

But anyway heres my designs for Zoro’s parents. Arashi was s two swords style user trying to work his way up to three swords style before he died. He grew up an orphan on the very outskirts of the village after both of his parents passed away when he was roughly 10. Tera grew up on the same island but she wasnt born there, her father bringing her there when she was eeeeeh like 4-6. She didnt grow up in the village though, in fact she didnt up grow up having a home town to name, she doesnt know where in the east blue her family is specifically from, they camped out in a tiny cabin in the wood with a few other bandits. She gets lost a lot, which is where Zoro gets it! She actually ended up having to choose between “carrying on the family business” (being a thief) or Arashi, and she chose Arashi because she’s actually really bad ar being a bandit. They met when they were 18, married a year later, but it took four years to finally have a family of their own. And turns out Zoro is the only kid they ever would have. Quick little details; when Arashi was fatally wounded by the pirates attacking the village, his swords were both essentially destroyed and later buried with him. And so was his earring. Same with Tera, who had genetic illness, Huntington’s disease, however she actually died of pneumonia in the winter time, but her Huntington’s symptoms were prevalent and Zoro was aware of what was going on. She, too, was buried with her earring, two of Zoro’s earrings specifically just being replicas in memory of his parents. And gonna state it outright here: no Zoro doesn’t have Huntington’s disease, but it is a fear of his that he pushes off to the back of his mind constantly. Tbh I just think it makes him more human as a character to have such a natural fear, idk.

Something I kinda REALLY wanna expand on is my idea of Arashi and Koushiro having a relationship somewhat similar to Zoro and Kuina; Arashi being a few years younger than Koushiro who has actual training to begin with, Arashi having no formal training, just his parents’ swords that they left behind. Now neither of them even knew they were like distant cousins, to Koushiro Arashi is just this younger kid with an obnoxiously loud desire to go above and beyond to learn two swords style when he doesnt have any formal training nor does he even know one swords style! Koushiro finds Arashi annoying and even talentless—and yet for several years they met in a field so Koushiro could pass his formal lessons onto Arashi. Arashi couldnt learn at the dojo because he couldnt afford it. The lessons would stop once Koushiro is being prepared to take over the dojo one day and also when he meets his future wife—so hes about 21 give or take, Arashi is around 17 at the least. Their relationship was mostly bickering because Koushiro doesnt like Arashi’s rash attitude and tendency to goof off. And Arashi found Koushiro to be uptight and too grown up. Arashi never could surpass Koushiro in a dual, both one sword style and two sword style. Hes just always been several steps behimd Koushiro and that’s what pushed him to train more. Fast forward to present day, and honest to god Koushiro NEVER connected Zoro to being Arashi’s child. For one thing, he didnt know Arashi had a kid, thats how strained they became, and another, Koushiro, to be fair, doesnt even see an ounce of Arashi in this kid whatsoever. The ego and eagerness to go above and beyond, sure, but what little kid ISNT like that?? Anyway, it comes as a shock and a part of him feels more obligated to take care of Zoro after having witnessed Arashi’s death himself years prior when Zoro wouldve only been a toddler.

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

feeling really down rn cause i dont handle fights well in media (because i have to deal with those too often irl) so heres some happy/domestic thoughts i have about house and wilson:

first of all, from what we see of house in relationships/when hes openly (or privately) in love with someone, hes caring. hes protective, hes caring, and well, hes gentle. i'd like to think if he and wilson actually did get together, he would be like that with him. not in public, but in private where no one could pin him as a sap- he would be compassionate, and kind. its a big stretch to think he would act like that in front of other people. he has a reputation to maintain, dammit! but i think when they're alone, he would make sure wilson knows he loves him.

and thats not to say he would drop the bitchyness. he would still be a pain in the ass. thats just house! but i think he would have more genuine moments through the sarcasm. and if wilson needed him to be serious, he would be. because the main thing keeping house from being sincere with wilson is the fear of vulnerability. if house and wilson were together, then he would have had to already break down that wall, just like he did for stacy.

i also think he would have a lot of guilt. a lot of guilt for the years of mistakes he made simply because he couldnt open up. he still doesnt open up to people, but now that hes opened up to wilson, it feels like all those years he spent building his carefree, sarcastic persona, were wasted.

wilson would be the same as ever. selfless, sappy, unafraid of showing affection. but he wouldnt always give in. amber taught him to take care of himself, and i really think if house passed that stage of repression with wilson, he would be doing the same thing. i think there would obviously be moments where house exploits the fact that wilson is a pushover, but it wouldnt come as often. because once house crossed that line into the vulnerable area, he knew if he fucked up and went too far it would ruin everything.

i love their canon dynamic when living together. house loves wilson's cooking, we already know that. we ALSO know house loves bragging about wilson's cooking. i think house would use their changed relationship status as a way to piss off his fellows even more than usual. he wouldnt be genuine at work. he wouldnt show real vulnerability or softness. but he WOULD play up the cheesy gross pda, and disgusting pet names, and ridiculous sex jokes just because he knows it drives people nuts.

it would just be another layer of insincerity imo. he wouldnt actually flirt with wilson at work, or kiss him and say something sappy. what he would do is say the most annoying, toothrottingly ridiculous things just to get a reaction out of him, and everyone around them. it wouldnt be real, it would be sarcastic. but it would be so fucking annoying.

wilson is a pda person. i do think hes probably very repressed, so that part of him might be a bit hidden. i think he would be really annoyed by house's shenanigans because they embarrass him, but also because he wishes he had the confidence to actually be cheesy and open and affectionate like house pretends to be. He was always a pda person with his wives and partners. he wishes he could be like that with house but is honestly not ready for that yet, and he doesnt know if he ever will be. (it takes maybe a year. then hes fine with full on making out with him in the hallway lmao. he just needed time to adjust)

the first few days no one even knows. because they act exactly the same as they always do. house only starts with the stupid jokes once it's let slip somehow, either through a leaked email, an overhead conversation, or a suspicion from cuddy. he wasnt about to say anything on his own, but in order to make sure no one would DARE mistake him as CARING, he now has to make a joke out of it and be as annoying as possible. never let them see the real you.

those moments when wilson does get to see an unfiltered house, are the world to him. they always were, even before they were together. when house is genuine, its like seeing a rainbow. cherish it while you can. it wont last long, and its not something you can fully do justice to when describing it to someone else. those moments, to wilson, are the reason he keeps going. he's always had a positive outlook on life, but seeing someone like house able to smile, and show real compassion, gives him hope.