#this was rushed so there are many grammar and writing errors are there

[honeycreammilkshake]

hello there honey i really enjoyed your analysis on sukuna and yujis relationship they're so overlooked by the vast majority of the fandom despite being the mcs and it makes me happy some of us appreciate their dynamic i might be unsatisfied with geges overall handling of the story and how it took so long to really focus on these two but he wrote them very compelling despite everything. it makes me frustrated because it could've been even more of a punch if we didn't focus so much on everything else and i adore some characters but it came at the expense of not doing enough with his mcs which even if some people don't want them to be its still yuji and sukuna.

anyhow a small little detail i wanted to point out about 265 is yuji up to that point had been treating and referring to sukuna as a curse, but while in his domain while they're fishing he baits him by saying "cant the strongest sorcerer do this?" and its baiting him obvs and hitting at his ego but he still referred to him as a sorcerer and he's the only one to do so to my knowledge everyone else including himself refers to him as the king of curses, something that he was seen as by everyone since the heian era, a curse, and that he still believes he is right to 268. i really wanted gege to expand on why yuji sympathies with him, we can deduce why and it he clearly does but i wanted to see his exact thoughts what changed, maybe he found out by gojo about his family when he talked to him and realized sukuna was his relative? i mean there's more reasons why he sympathized with him clearly as you very well pointed out in your post but still this is why im dissatisfied with the writing they could've explained it better.

what are your thoughts? i hope we get to focus on yuji at least in the next chapters or im going to lose it. do you have any hope that sukuna ended up accepting yujis offer? i think the scene ended abruptly... i want them back together its so frustrating and while it fits and i can see gege leaving it like that it just doesn't feel right to me

hi, jenjen!! (do you mind if i call you that?)

thank you so much for reading that mess of a post. i had a lot of sukuita feels and just spilled my thoughts in one entire go. it's sad that they're so overlooked because they're unironically the best thing about jjk. like yeah there's a lot of cool characters in jjk but sukuna is literally a god of chaos and devastation that somehow got stuck in the body of an unhinged teenager who would sacrifice his own life for strangers.

they're two different extremes trapped within the same body, but as the story goes on we see they're a lot more similar than they first appear. like yin and yang, the two extremes that often oppose each other but are also inseparably complimentary to each other. there is soooooo much to explore with that dynamic, and i'm forever heartbroken we didn't get to have more focus on these two because they are honestly amazing.

anyhow a small little detail i wanted to point out about 265 is yuji up to that point had been treating and referring to sukuna as a curse, but while in his domain while they're fishing he baits him by saying "cant the strongest sorcerer do this?" and its baiting him obvs and hitting at his ego but he still referred to him as a sorcerer and he's the only one to do so to my knowledge everyone else including himself refers to him as the king of curses, something that he was seen as by everyone since the heian era, a curse, and that he still believes he is right to 268.

your point about that one scene in 265 is so goooood <3

as you said, up until that point yuuji had only been referring to sukuna as a curse, even though that's not technically true. but to yuuji, sukuna is more of a curse than some curses are. this is part of my theory that yuuji is the only one that sees right through sukuna. almost everyone else admires sukuna or only sees him as something to test their strength against.

yuuji is the only one who actually hates sukuna. yuuji even wants to destroy him because he knows sukuna is a murdering, cannibalizing force of death and devastation. and sukuna hates yuuji because the brat represents everything that goes against sukuna's cursed and selfish nature.

they both stand for everything the other hates, yet it's so interesting that they somehow understand each other better than anyone else does. (more on that later >.<)

what i really love about this scene is yuuji's teasing nature. he's not being mocking or sarcastic. he's both stroking sukuna's ego and, with light playfulness, is giving him a kind of recognition (as a sorcerer, not a curse) that nobody else has. you were completely right with that, jenjen.

and it's just so sudden that it happens. actually, everything about this chapter was so sudden and unexpected.

the fact that sukuna is willfully going along with all of this when he would strike down and destroy people for daring to even order him about (like nanako and mimiko). yet he indulges yuuji over and over again.

yuuji is literally telling sukuna what to do, but sukuna doesn't even reprimand him. actually, he pays attention to yuuji. (also i love how everything is always so "special case" and "different" with them like that don't even know how they arrived in yuuji's little mind palace and sukuna looks freaked out about it but he still listens to yuuji, he still does whatever yuuji asks him to... that's truly amazing.)

this scene in particular was really interesting to me. as you pointed out earlier yuuji only ever referred to sukuna as a curse and treated him like one, too. during his conversation with mahito, yuuji says that his purpose in all this is to just kill curses, sukuna especially, as that's the end goal of everything yuuji did.

yet here yuuji is, decidedly not killing sukuna and instead giving the king of courses his entire life story. yuuji's being the most open and vulnerable about himself than he's ever been, and it's all for the infamous king of curses who cares only for himself, the enemy yuuji hates and wants to see destroyed.

yet the way sukuna remains uncharacteristically quieter through all of it, looking like he's honestly reflecting or considering what yuuji just said, and how he gives this meaningful pause after yuuji describes how empty the town he was raised in became. yuuji says he expected it to be that way and sukuna looks almost thoughtful about that.

something similar happens a little bit later on when yuuji's talking about how there's a smaller amount of insects now than when he was younger.

what i noticed about both of these moments is that yuuji is talking about changes that happened for him. changes in the place he was raised and changes in the life he used to see more of that he doesn't now.

sukuna isn't affected by change. he's the strongest, he does whatever pleases him and doesn't care about anyone but himself. but yuuji cares about these little things, these changes that affect him, these small details that stay in his memory. that's such a contrast to sukuna's mindset, which is that every human tastes fleeting. and here yuuji is, sharing his memories about these tiny things with sukuna, these "tastes" that have stuck with him. because it's little details like yuuji losing his slime toy or drinking sweet milk tea when it snows that makes him who he is as a person. but does sukuna have any kind of memories like these? anything that connects him to being human like yuuji? maybe that is why yuuji is showing sukuna all these everyday normal things. he knows sukuna doesn't have memories like this, so maybe showing him yuuji's own might trigger something in him, something deep down. he wanted sukuna to open up with him too, maybe.

all of this is such a strong contrast to how other sorcerers and curses treat sukuna. they only approach him with the intent to try to overpower him or maybe to try to gain his favor. yuuji isn't doing anything like that. he isn't bargaining or making violent demands. there's no fighting. it's the most tender they have been with each other so far. (sukuna not killing yuuji the moment that brat asked him to do anything is sukuna being tender imo... he would have crushed anyone else for daring to do such a thing.)

it's just... it's so fascinating how yuuji hated sukuna for being so inhuman before, but now he's suddenly treating sukuna like he is human. he's acknowledging that sukuna was human even if the king of curses doesn't want to be seen as that anymore. and it's beautifully complex and should have been explored far deeper.

i really wanted gege to expand on why yuji sympathies with him, we can deduce why and it he clearly does but i wanted to see his exact thoughts what changed, maybe he found out by gojo about his family when he talked to him and realized sukuna was his relative? i mean there's more reasons why he sympathized with him clearly as you very well pointed out in your post but still this is why im dissatisfied with the writing they could've explained it better.

i am right with you on this one, too. chapter 265 was almost like a dream for me. jjk is hardly romantic at all. even a lot of other action manga includes at least a little romantic subplot... yet the most romantic scenes we get in this series are these date-like interactions between sukuna and yuuji, who supposedly hate each other, yet i guess they're out there doing archery together??

(sukuna getting another perfect archery shot just to impress his demanding little boyfriend <3 i love how serious he looks here, too, he's really playing up that coolness factor)

you also made another great point about how yuuji suddenly took a lot more emotional interest in sukuna now than he did before. i wonder if that conversation yuuji had before gojo died was about sukuna being related to yuuji? maybe part of him lit up on the inside because he actually has family, even if it's the murderous demon god that wants to destroy him and everything that he loves? or maybe he felt some kind of closeness while sukuna was inside of him that he misses now?

i really wish that we got more scenes like this with these two. i want to understand yuuji's thought process for trying to reason with sukuna and to maybe even get him to open up, too.

it's sad that gege took so long to focus on these two again. there were so many more interactions we could have had, so many more meaningful insights into both of their characters.

but this chapter did a lot all in one take.

i said earlier that sukuna and yuuji understand each other really well, and i believe that's true because not only are they the only ones who spent so much time being soul-crushingly close to one another, they also get under each other's skin far more than anyone else does. sukuna loves to torment yuuji because he knows just how caring and compassionate yuuji is. he rubs it in that he killed thousands of people during the shibuya arc and that he possessed the body of yuuji's friend. but yuuji also knows just how to rile up sukuna and he fights sukuna hard, he never gives up, and i think sukuna secretly admires that about yuuji.

and this chapter showed us how they understand each other yet again.

this conversation, to me, shows two very important things. one is that, despite already feeling it's a lost cause, yuuji still tries to convince sukuna to accept the mercy he's showing him, to understand yuuji's perspective as well. but sukuna's response to this is more layered than it first seems, in my opinions.

as we've seen, sukuna uses a lot of backhanded insults and contradicting statements with yuuji. he simultaneously calls the brat weak and uninteresting, but is disappointed when yuuji lost against choso (sukuna was paying a suspicious amount of interest during that fight scene for someone who considers yuuji to be so worthless) and looks reluctantly impressed or even surprised at yuuji's abilities.

yet when anyone else gives sukuna a hard time or challenge, sukuna shows them respect or even gives them praise. he does no such thing with yuuji, at all. in fact, all he does is mock and discredit yuuji, so sometimes the actual words he uses is a roundabout way he's actually acknowledging yuuji getting under his skin. and i think his words here, "i'm astounded at how spineless you are," can be taken as a form of that reluctant and contradicting acknowledgment.

even if sukuna doesn't accept what yuuji is saying, i think he knows yuuji is being sincere. he has to feel like he's guarded against it though, so he easily dismisses yuuji, and that's why my second important thing from this conversation is how yuuji still doesn't give up.

sukuna knows yuuji can kill him. he's getting back up into a corner now. but instead of going in for any kind of demands, yuuji is giving sukuna mercy. a second chance. a choice.

even though he knows sukuna refuses to see things yuuji's away, to accept yuuji's ideals of valuing life, he still offers a chance at mercy for sukuna.

sukuna, who has deliberately proved over and over again that he doesn't deserve mercy or empathy, and yuuji understands this. he accepts that sukuna is unsympathetic and a monster.

even when sukuna is dying, yuuji shows him that mercifulness once more. he's far more gentle and compassionate to him than sukuna deserves.

the fact that he still wants to live with sukuna. either a longing for family or the closeness they once shared when yuuji was his vessel or both. he genuinely cares about sukuna. and i think sukuna knows that.

so that's why it's another insult to undermine yuuji's efforts and empathy when sukuna says this offer is yuuji just "acting the fool" when i think he knows truly that yuuji wouldn't be so unserious about such a big thing.

but one thing that hit me hard is how sukuna calls the brat by his full name this time. something he has never done before. just like yuuji called him a sorcerer that one time too. it's like sukuna's admitting deep down he was touched, but he just can't accept yuuji's mercy. that would kill his persona, his reputation as the king of curses. it would make him more human. and he refuses to be anything but inhuman.

the original japanese had quotes around "curse" and that was important for a reason. sukuna wanted to be seen only as a curse would be seen.

as gojo said. love is the greatest curse of all. and sukuna is the king of curses. so it's very fitting indeed that sukuna died in the hands of perhaps the one person who ever really saw him, or understood him, or loved him.

thank you for your ask btw, jenjenpup. i really loved reading your thoughts on this. thanks for bearing with me on all my rabid rants about these two. i hope i answered your ask well enough.

so glad to have you in the sukuita cult, too <3

[n0tamused]

Midnight thought that popped into my head… If you watched Spirited Away, do you remember a bunch of little black soot balls that carried coal around? What if the reader also works at the academy and has made herself a bunch of those little robots to fetch tools when she needs them? Imagine working on something with these little goofballs running around, making high-pitched robot noises and being useful at the same time, what a dream. The second part is, what if some of them started running to Xiangli Yao's office (and Academy too) to get tools (screwdrivers, hammers, etc.) because they couldn't find them in our office due to some errors (or some other reason)? Which led to a funny little investigation of missing items? Honestly saw it as already established relationship, but could be used as push-to-confession maybe? Can definitely see something like this: -My little babies would never steal! -Your… babies? -Erm, never mind…

Honestly, use this however you like if you do, the possibilities are endless and fun, no matter how you twist it, I have just come up with an example.

A/n: this was awfully sweet, but even with that I didn't imagine it would turn out this long. I do hope this is what you had in mind. I really enjoyed writing this. And hey, first Xiangli Yao fic! Yipeeee

Contents: Xiangli Yao x Reader, she/her pronouns, fluff

Words: 4221

Ko-fi

Steel Hearts

Little pitter-patters of feet echo down the empty corridor, the sound accompanied by the low mechanical buzz that could be said to be a coo or a call. Xiangli Yao had yet to get used to the new tiny companions around the Academy, although they made for an endearing sight when they got together to work. Xiangli Yao steps to the side of the corridor, slowing down his step as he notices a few Aideroids rush past diligently, carrying a few empty petri dishes, box of gloves and some unlabeled material samples. He tilted his head as they passed by, clicking and clacking without paying him any mind, like a line of ants as they made it straight for their queen - you. It would seem that the confusion of the recent incidents at the Academy have rubbed off on the Aideroids as well, otherwise known as Assistive Intelligence Droids, judging by how scattered they seemed after your own office has been subjected to a little... disaster, to put it plainly. It has pushed you to share an office with your colleague until the renovations are done, and while you had adjusted well, the little droids would always stop by the old office or by his own next to yours before finding you at last.

Xiangli Yao admired them and once he had run into a droid in the corner of his office that had gone down due to battery problems. He had fixed it up for you then. The droids weren’t admirable by looks alone, but by their design as well with their creator behind them. Although they seemed to be a nuisance of a sight for Mortefi, even he commented on their usefulness. The only thing everyone was against was to make them capable of flight. You agreed that the sight of so many droids buzzing about wouldn’t be quite comfortable.

He continued on into his office, looking over the report he had yet to finish, one he was looking forward to writing out. The half done pages reeked of promise and satisfaction, as they would come to represent the best part of the job in Xiangli Yao’s eyes. The end, the fruits of his labor. He hummed something low in his throat as he glimpsed an error in his grammar, making a mental note to fix it up later as he swung the door open and closed it behind it, failing to notice that the door had been creaked open already. Muscle memory brings his feet to his desk, and as he goes to put his papers down he is greeted by several singular eyes looking up at him, all scattered on and around his desk. He blinks at them in surprise, and for a moment they mirror his confusion and shock in equal measure, but as no command or response comes from his mouth, they swiftly return to their ‘work’ at his tools. One Aideroid was carrying the rubik's cube he liked to keep in his office, oftentimes fidgeting with it when he came into a slump during work hours. The Aideroid chucked it over the edge of the desk with a ‘kahooo’ and another similar sound came from below, where another droid caught the cube. Another droid was already halfway to the door with screwdrivers and small container of oil he uses to treat his prosthetic arm - had the door been unlocked, the little droid would have managed to escape the office with Yao’s belongings. 

“Hey, hey, hey- now, little friend. It seems you have plans for my things-” he speaks to the droid with a light laugh in his tone as he manages to pluck back the oil and screwdrivers from its clasping hands before it could truly clasp down. “Has Miss. (L/N) been in such desperate need of oil that she sends you to take mine?” 

The droid looks up at him and the lenses of its eye narrow and zoom in on the towering figure of Xiangli Yao, yet, ever loyal and determined to assist you, the droid lets out a disgruntled beeping sound, almost like a little howl. Its arms stretched upward, waiting for the tools to be given back to its hold. 

“Ah, no, my friend. I’m afraid I cannot give you these back” he says and turns towards the desk just as the droid carrying his cube walks by, and Yao swiftly takes the cube back as well, and then the microscope from the next droid, and a few pencils from the next few. By the time he’s up to his desk again, he feels as if he went through an attempted robbery, his arms full of his things and behind him he hears several voices of dissatisfied and demanding droids. He holds onto his lighthearted demeanor, a gentle and amused smile plastered over his lips as he sets back his belongings on his desk and back onto the shelves. “Miss. (L/n) would not want you to rob her colleagues, would she now? I know you don’t like returning to her with empty arms, but I can’t be giving you my own research and tools so easily” he tells the droids as if they’re a bunch of kids and for a moment he expects to be greeted with more protests as the droids all but stare at him in grave silence. Thankfully they do not pose more verbal danger, and scatter to climb onto one another and skillfully open the door before moving out again. Xiangli Yao can only stare at the space they occupied, still trying to acknowledge what has just happened. He was about to shake the thoughts of before he remembered the droids he passed in the corridor, now realizing the tools and materials they carried were his.

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Black bolded letters lined every page, and page after page you scanned the book for the chapter you needed to fuel your brain for power which you desperately needed for this experiment. You sigh in disappointment as you find the chapter of your favorite book ripped out, leaving the next chapter as some distant tale you were yet to understand. You close the book with a thump and push it aside, returning to another set of letters on your research paper and the propped up tubes and test tubes and cylinders before you. Testing biological matter and the effects of the Waveworn Phenomena on them came with its limitations, but for all of those you managed to achieve quite a few breakthroughs in the last few years. 

You found yourself just short of other achievements, it was just an arms reach away yet you were stuck. Not understanding where you began to go over the same papers again, going through numbers, chemical formulas and the hypothesis at the start, but the important puzzle piece was yet to be revealed to your mind. The sound of small feet do not alarm you as they buzz behind you and move about the office. They came and went the entire day, bringing you your torn book and some other less important things at the moment, yet you acknowledged their need to be of help- it was in their code. Just like animals which flee or fight naturally when confronted with danger, the Aideroids wanted to help when confronted with your frown and furrowed brows. They knew something was amiss, so by bringing you all the tools and materials you previously praised them for, their droids’ minds hoped to see and hear the praise once more to know their daily task had been fulfilled. Yet, the last few days have been filled with your stagnant moods with not a sweet word in sight. The loss of the comforts of your own office was palpable even with the adjustments you’ve made - nothing can beat having your own space to do with as you please.

Your head hands low over the papers, forehead resting on your clasped palms as you let your eyes close. Searching for the answer deep in your mind, you fail to see the way forward and your mind swiftly wanders to imagery of the open fields, summer days and your favorite food stalls. Aideroids made their way up the side of your desk, carrying the microscope between them in their strong little arms, and as they set it before you with a small thump, you looked up to see it, a look of confusion falling over your eyes. “Now, why have you brought me this, AIDE?” you ask the droid group who coo at you in unison. “I already have a functional microscope..” you added, sighing at their attempt to assist you with no success. But before you can reprimand them and ask whose microscope they’ve taken, you see more of the droids climb up the desk with a glove box and unmarked materials sealed in small boxes. At that you were a bit more alarmed. Sitting up straight in your chair you feel a wave of anxiety come over you as you’re made to guess whose research they just snagged up with no pardon. “AIDE, where did you get this?” you asked as you took one of the sample bags one of the droids offered you. You carefully unpacked it and took a quick look inside, a bit more relieved to find it was only dirt samples from god knows where. But the other baggies held materials you weren’t trying to mess with, judging by their looks alone through the translucent bag. 

The droids coo and click, and on your watch monitor you can see the transcribed text that they were trying to convey. 

‘Xiangli Yao’s office, Baizhi’s office’.

You had to physically stop yourself from face palming at the sentence. Your little helpful companions resorting to stealing from your fellow colleagues, one of them a renowned genius? You thank god that most of them have already left the Academy for the day, and others were on break.

“Please, give the rest of those to me… I’ll have to give you another code input, this can’t happen again - you can’t just take other people’s belongings” you gently scold while the many pairs of eye just look at you, mechanically blinking and adjusting their lenses as they try to comprehend why you didn’t like what they’ve done. You have already gathered the things they took, carefully cradling the items in your arms as you tell them to stay in the office while you go and return them - hoping to also clear your mind with this brisk walk.

You turn the corner from your current office, closing the door behind you and your mind is running, hoping your droids haven’t done any damage, even if you have put all the necessary codes into their system that avoided damaging things, but who's to say they can’t malfunction or accidentally push somethin or-

“Ah! Xiangli Yao!” you nearly squeal as you run into him when you turn to go down the corridor leaning to his office, and like a kid caught with their hand in the candy jaw, you flush with items that are obviously his in your arms. You take a few steps back to put a more professional and comfortable distance between the two of you. You swallow the lump in your throat, hoping the warmth you felt wasn’t as visible on your skin as you imagined it to be. 

“Ah, Miss (L/N), it is you, and with quite an interesting assortment of things in tow” Yao greeted back, his eyes quickly catching on to the items in your hold, a warm smile pulling on his lips. “I was just about to pay you a visit. It would seem your Aideroids have been up to some mischief as of recent”

“Mischief?” you countered almost instantly, and be it fatigue or the knowledge that the droids weren’t mischievous by their nature, you almost took it as an insult. “Oh, you misunderstand. They aren’t mischievous, Xiangli Yao. They just.. need some code tuning” you added with a stubborn shake of your head, holding the items closer to your torso. 

“Oh? And is that why they have resorted to taking my things without being given permission beforehand?” Yao retorted, his voice a warm honey. Was he teasing you? 

You couldn’t muster up a laugh, your lips pressing together in a tight line out of some nervousness for feeling so cornered. “Xiangli Yao..” you began, sighing as you nearly trailed off - he had his point, yet you couldn’t let your little droids be subjected to any form of insults, even in jest! “That doesn’t mean they’re mischievous. Although their objective is flawed in execution, something I’ll have to fix later, I assure you they did not mean to deprive you of your own ability to conduct your work. This is why I have come to return your belongings by myself and.. apologies on their behalf - although the fault is also mine own for not having foreseen such a thing happening with them” you told him, nearly rushing through the entire sentence. “AIDE has told me some of these materials are also from Baizhi. Do you mind taking back the ones that are yours?” 

Xiangli Yao looks on at you, letting you speak and he nods at the question. Did this make you so riled up, or was it him? He had to admit, he felt rather weak in his word arsenal now. This has in no way ruined his day, nor has he meant any offense to you with his quips. The interaction it all led to between the two of you felt sweet to his heart, as most encounters between the two of you during the day felt almost artificial, all work no soul chatter which he found himself craving to have with you. And both of you needed solo time to recharge, but now it felt like there was emotion behind it, there was a heart. Yao wasn’t about to simply let it go to waste. But what does he say to make you more at ease?

“Of course. Here, why don’t you come to my office, I’ll also help you sort the other items out that belong to Baizhi afterwards” he offered as he took back his things, and also some more to lighten your load as some seemed at the point of slipping past your fingers. “Your droids are quite skilled to unlock doors previously locked - have you taught them to pick at locks?” he asked, his tone genuine as well as he recalled an occasion where he overheard Mortefi complaining to you about AIDE ‘breaking into his office’. 

You sigh at the memory. “No. I have not taught them any of that. Their objectives and codes only revolve around listening to my orders and helping me work, I genuinely don’t know where they got it to pick locks..” you tell him as you walk side by side to his office. His presence felt as if he was pressed right against your side, even if there was comfortable space between you, or perhaps that was just you overthinking the situation. Xiangli Yao’s company was always welcome, you wished your paths crossed more often during work, but alas..

“Admirable, really” Yao comments, looking up ahead and hastening his step to open the door with his elbow, leaving it wide open for you. You walk in and you can already tell AIDEs has been through here. Xiangli Yao sets down the items he had in his arms, returning the ones that belonged to him to their right place.

“Have..have they damaged anything of yours?” You cautiously asked as you looked around, almost expecting to see broken glass or torn papers.

“Oh no, they've done no harm. They were quite adamant on taking my things, however” he chuckles. “The group that I encountered in my office even wished to scold me for not allowing them to take the items back to you. Kahooting at me and beeping, heh. They even picked up the oil for my prosthetic” he said as he turned back to look at you, noticing how your brows curled in a worried expression, the cogs and wheels turning so loud he could nearly hear them from where he stood.

You sigh for the nth time, your shoulders slumping as you shake your head. “I'm really sorry for this, they really aren't like this. I'm assuming that the loss of my office, which was coded as their own ‘HQ’  , impacted them more than I imagined. They wouldn't do any of this otherwise “ You adjust the few small items in your arms, the sample bags stacked on top. 

Xiangli Yao hums in acknowledgement. “I understand that. Thankfully, that is an easy fix until your office is done and ready for use again. I often see the little guys lingering in front of the locked doors of the office.. makes me think they’re rather sentimental about the place” he nodded thoughtfully, and as he talked he approached you again, taking the items from you even after you tried to give a word of protest. 

“Although, I also have a suspicion it is not just the loss of their ‘HQ’ that is making them behave like this” Yao added as he motioned towards the door again, having you walk out first. You did as he requested, but you closed the door behind him before he could try to. You look at him quizzically, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well..the droids’ objective is to help you reach an end in your research or daily tasks, yes? Have you perhaps not been able to reach an end of your work that the droids' could physically see? This is just my hypothesis but..uhh..” he trails off as he notices the weight of your stare, his eyes going back to the path ahead, focusing on going to Baizhi’s office. Was he being too prodding? 

You couldn't deny that his words held some water, but a part of you wasn't ready to simply say what you thought. The AIDE were a bunch of robots you created, scraps of metals and wires, and giving them any form of sentimental intelligence aloud felt wrong. Even if you treated them kindly and softly like puppies and cats countless times, you weren't going to risk being seen as soft and fragile in your workspace, in front of Yao no less. He wasn’t cold in any way, or unkind to either robots, people or animals - but you felt silly in your treatment of your helpful companions.

“Are you saying that the droids may have a.. small flaw in their system? Their code could use some fine tuning, that's for sure…” you replied, trailing off as you thought about it, relieving him of your gaze in the meantime. 

“Yes, that is what seems most plausible, although I do not know their code as well as you do” 

You nod and just shrug, too tired to think of inputting more codes and numbers, but you knew the task was unavoidable. “Yeah…I'll take a look at the codes once I'm back. Uh, you know where Baizhi keeps her things?”

“Not exactly in the way she has her things organized…but, we can just leave them in an orderly place. I can explain the situation to her in the morning for you, no worries” Xiangli Yao is about to hasten his step again but you make it a point to beat him to it, opening the door for him and keeping it open. You hear a huff of a laugh behind you but you do not immediately turn around to face him and see his expression. Yet when you do take a look, your heart jumps in your throat as he passes by you, giving you another one of his warm smiles.

You feel stiff compared to him, he who seems so carefree and professional. 

“You don't have to do that on my behalf. I'll just talk to her myself” you slide in next to him above Baizhi’s desk. It looks rather empty with how well organized it looks. Papers piled neatly on one end next to the simple lamp, pens in their pen holder, a few other things carefully tucked over the desk but besides that, there was nothing else on the desk. Everything else had its place on the shelves or in the drawers. You have to hold back your awe at it, remembering how much of an ‘organized mess’ your desk is. 

“It wouldn't be an inconvenience, Baizhi and I have a task we have to do together tomorrow,” Yao said as he sat the sample bags down along with the little boxes. 

You find yourself not knowing what to say, and suddenly you feel as if you're standing too close for comfort, your neck feeling too warm and you decide to pace away, taking in the office - one you have probably visited before but that fact wasn't important right now. 

“Coohoo, clack?” 

You both turn around and see several eyes staring back at you around the doorframe. 

Xiangli Yao chuckles as he sees that the little droids have, once again, managed to snag something of his to bring to you - this time the Rubik's cube from before. They murmur among themselves when they see him, and one at the front almost hisses when he approaches. The others rush in with the Rubik's Cube in tow, rushing straight to you. 

“Ah- not again…” you grumble as you crouch down to welcome your rowdy robot children in, taking the cube away from them as they crowd around your feet and tug lightly at the tail of your coat.  “I'm really sorry, Xiangli-”

“No, no, please, no need to apologize. Now that I look at this, I have a feeling they're trying to lift your spirits. Surely, AIDE realizes a Rubik’s Cube has no other use but momentary play”

You look up at him, joining in the stare group made from your droids who all can't seem to take their eyes off of him. 

“That…could be it. Hah, a rather cute thought, isn't it? I should give these guys a bit more praise, I think..” you feel yourself cracking slowly, the exhaustion and the weight of your unreached goals making your mind a fuzzy place. You feel your cheeks go warm again and cast your eyes down swiftly to take a look at your droids again.

“Quite so. Do you need help with the coding?” He suddenly asked as you rose to your feet, taking a careful step over the grouped up droids. You stumble and feel Yao grab onto your elbow to stabilize you. “Careful-”

“Thanks.. here's your, uhm, cube” you mutter as you hastily hand him the Rubik's cube even before you get to stand back properly on your feet. 

The droids coo in unison, first in surprise and then in relief when you don't fall. 

“And no, actually, I should be fine with doing the coding on my own. It will only take a bit, but anyway- I'd rather not be in your way any more than I already am.” You said as you found your feet again, the droids already gathering around your feet again and looking up at you and Yao unblinking. 

“In my way? Miss (L/N), you’re not in my way. I am offering you my help of my own free will, not out of pity or anything similar” he assures you and soon joins you in looking down at your droids when you fail to respond. This time he can’t help but notice the flush on your cheeks, but he doesn’t comment on it for your sake.

“These little ones are.. quite something” you added as your eyes gazed over them all, listening to their lenses “blink” and observe.

The droids huddle closer, almost climbing up over the other to reach better heights to either of you. His words from before strike you once more in that moment, and you find yourself thinking deeper about the issue at hand - although can you really call it an issue? The droids have done nothing but try their best to be of use to you, and not only in your work but in your mood as well. Would it be so wrong to treat them with a little more humanity? The droids seemed to favor Xiangli Yao in some ways too, as most of the items they brought back to you were his.

“Xiangli Yao..”

“Hm?” He tips his head to the side, looking over at you as you still observe the little ones.

“Could you actually..help me with these guys a bit? I think I want to do more than just coding changes, I'd like to add some more features - and you have more experience in this field than I do”

Xiangli Yao feels his heart swell with something he can't quite describe coherently in that moment, but he knows it is making him feel fuzzy and energized. “Of course! I'd love to - spending some time with these droids is going to be a time well spent”.

Although he loved the droids on their own, he was more so looking towards spending time with you. And where the droids were is where you are.

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Movie Night - Jake Kiszka

“Let me hear you say it.”

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Summary - For Valentine’s Day, you and Jake opt for a movie night—staying in, eating snacks, and enjoying each other’s company. When you pick the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey, you get some ideas…

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, hands + feet tied, use of blindfold, slight nipple play, oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected piv sex, multiple orgasms, fast-paced, dirty talking, and briefly proofread.

(Let me know if I missed any.)

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes.

a/n - here’s my submission for @seenoversundown ‘s Valentine’s Day writing event!! It was a pleasure to write and to participate ;) Enjoy!! <3

The light from the television flickers across the living room, eliciting shadows behind various pieces of furniture, and casting a soft glow along Jake’s features. It’s Valentine’s Day, and both you and Jake opted for a night in—watching movies together on the couch—with a plethora of Valentine’s Day-themed foods in front of you on the coffee table; a heart-shaped pizza, chocolate-covered strawberries, and cocktails with an absurd amount of grenadine in them. 

Tonight’s movie pick is Fifty Shades of Grey. It’s not peak cinema in the slightest, but you’ve never seen the movies before, and you’re hoping it’s a “so bad that it’s good” situation. 

So far… It’s just bad.

You’ve only just gotten to the part where Anastasia Steele interviews Christian Grey, and you can’t help the chill of secondhand embarrassment that travels down your spine. Jake chuckles beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders and holding you close. 

“You know we can turn it off, right? We don’t have to watch it.” You can hear the “I told you so” smile in his voice. 

In all honesty, it was your idea to watch the movie. You had heard that the films were inspired by the Twilight Saga—a twisted fanfiction version of the movies that you love. Jake swore up and down that you were going to hate it and damn it, you refuse to prove him right. 

“No, no. I was just a little cold, that’s all.” You lie, making Jake blow a quick breath through his nose to suppress his laugh. 

Excruciatingly long minutes pass, and the amount of unbearable groans you need to mask with a subtle cough is staggering. You’ve finally gotten to the part where they sleep together for the first time and… oh.

Oh.

You shift uncomfortably under Jake’s arm, unable to ignore the heat that creeps up your neck and through your limbs. You can see why so many people enjoy the film. It’s… certainly something. Jake must notice the shift in your body temperature as you feel his hold on you loosen while his watchful eyes glance over at you. 

If you’re not mistaken, you feel as though tension thickens between the two of you, your bodies no longer relaxed. Instead, you’ve stiffened, your thighs clenching together as you watch the scene play out. 

Sure, your sex life with Jake is not exactly “vanilla,” but what is being shown before you is… intriguing. Your gaze travels over to Jake’s side profile; his jaw is clenched, his nostrils flared, and his eyes locked on the screen. His breathing has changed as well—instead of his relaxed shallow breaths, his chest rises and falls deeper the longer he watches. 

Your mind wanders for a bit—imagining how you might react in a situation like that with Jake. How much you’d enjoy it…

Your thighs rub together, unexpected arousal rushing to your core the more you think about it… being tied up by Jake… being blindfolded by Jake… being spanked—

“You alright?” Jake’s voice pulls you from your inappropriate thoughts. His arm is no longer around you, but the same hand is now gripping your thigh, halting your movements. Was it that obvious?

Clearing your throat, you swiftly nod while readjusting your posture to sit straighter. The scene is long gone and you can’t seem to focus on anything else happening in the movie. Jake doesn’t let up, though. His hand remains on your thigh, the warmth of his palm combating with the searing heat of your intrigue. 

“Hey, Jake…” Your voice is small; shy.

“Yes, baby?” His head is quick to turn and look at you, his eyes searching your features. The dim glow of the TV nearly hides the pigmented hue of maroon painted on your cheeks—your pupils dilated and lips parted. 

You’re nervous about asking Jake your question. He would never judge you, and by his anticipating stare, he’s hoping you’re going to say what he wants to hear. 

“Would you…” Your teeth gnaw on your bottom lip nervously, finding the words. “Would you ever try that? With me?” 

His eyes shift to the screen, and back to you before a smirk pulls at his lips. “Yeah, I would.” 

A flutter tickles your lower belly, and you can’t help but notice the way Jake’s eyes grow darker—more hungry—when he feels your thighs twitch under his touch. 

“Is that what you’re thinking about, baby?” He questions, grabbing the remote beside him and pausing the movie. You’re entirely unaware of how far along you’ve gotten, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Jake removes his hand from your thigh, replacing his arm on the back of the couch, behind you. His body turns toward you, his attention undivided as he observes you. “You want me to do that to you? Hm? Tie you up? Blindfold you? Do whatever I want to you?” 

Your jaw falls slack as the words melt from his tongue, the heat between your thighs becoming intense—unbearable. 

You eagerly nod. 

“Let me hear you say it.” He urges. It’s as if a switch has been turned on, his demeanor completely different from just a moment ago. Your throat goes dry, and a thick swallow is unable to help your case. 

“Please, Jake.” Your voice is barely a whisper, your body gravitating toward him with your faces just inches apart. “Tie me up. Blindfold me. I don’t care. Do whatever you want to me.”

It’s pathetic how desperate your tone is, with a drawn whine lacing your words. Jake smiles wickedly at your pleas, his black pupils conquering the warm brown of his irises. 

“Wait here.” He instructs before lifting himself off the couch and rushing toward the hallway of your shared apartment where the bedroom resides. 

You sit in anticipating silence, carefully listening as you hear shuffling and muffled noises coming from the hall. Only a couple of minutes pass before he returns, standing before you and holding his hand out for you to take. No words are exchanged as your hand falls into his. You peel yourself off of the cushions and follow closely behind him. 

He leads you to the bedroom, which is dimly lit by a handful of burning candles on various surfaces, including the nightstand, dresser, and desk. 

You would consider it romantic if you weren’t thinking about the unholiest of things. 

Your eyes scan the bed and you notice a few modifications. In the short time Jake had been in here, he skillfully tied four silk pillow sheets to each corner of the bed frame.

He pulls you to stand in front of him, facing away from the bed now. The look in his eye is threatening, and it unsettles you; unaware of what he’s planned in such short notice. You swallow thickly, waiting for him to kiss you—or touch you—it doesn’t matter. 

“Get on the bed.” He demands, nudging his head toward the mattress that waits behind you. Slowly, you step back, your eye contact with him unbreaking. When you feel the wooden bed frame against the back of your thighs, you stop. Carefully, you climb backward onto the plush bed, watching as Jake’s eyes take in your cautious maneuver. 

He instinctively licks his lips, like a predator stalking its prey. You feel small under his watchful gaze—the way his eyes undress you, copious thoughts flashing before them, with a devious smirk displaying on his plump lips when he decides his plan of action. 

Once your upper back presses against the pillows, you pause, propping yourself up on your elbows and forearms, with your chin tucked into your chest—waiting for instruction. 

“Jake—” Your voice is barely a whisper, silently begging him for anything. 

“Strip.” He says the singular word with such intensity, almost impatient. 

Unhurriedly, you sit up, grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. Jake’s eyes grow darker, if it’s even possible. You continue at a tantalizing pace, hooking your fingers into the elastic waistband of your Valentine’s Day-themed pajama pants. His breathing visibly grows heavier, nearly choking on his gulp when the matching lingerie set you bought for him is in full view, carelessly tossing your discarded clothes elsewhere.

You knew either way you’d be under the covers with him—exchanging heavy breaths, muttered pleas, and roaming hands—by the end of the day, but somehow, it felt all the more fitting at this very moment. 

“All this for me, baby?” He asks, knowing the answer.

You nod timidly, feeling a sense of exposure from the way he crosses his arms over his chest, observing your compromising appearance. It’s as if he’s taking a mental picture of you laying there—your hair spilling over the pillows, your thighs clenched together to provide any sort of relief, and your plump breasts begging to be released from the confines of the sheer bralette with every rise of your chest. 

“Always for you.” You admit, growing impatient with his lack of urgency. 

The pleading look on your face must be a dead giveaway because he finally moves, stepping around the bed to your right side. Without a word, he grabs your wrist, prompting you to lay back and fully sink into the mattress. Using his other hand, he tugs on the silk pillow sheet to ensure its security, before bringing your hand to it. Gently, he loops the soft material around your wrist, creating a semi-loose knot around it. It’s tight enough that you can’t undo it yourself, but not enough to cause any irritation. 

He takes his time walking to the other side of the bed, repeating the same technique on your left wrist. You observe him intently, your legs gently writhing from the heat that pools in your core. The anticipation is killing you—watching him move leisurely like he has all night—and he does. 

Jake spares you just a few glances, his attention solely on tying you up. You’re almost entirely at his mercy, your arms now outstretched above you, completely useless to you. Excitement settles in your gut, nervousness following closely behind. 

He makes his way to the end of the bed, admiring your exposed position; hands tied up, legs crossed, and chest heaving with suspense. 

“Open your legs for me.” He instructs, his hooded eyes inspecting your every move. 

Hesitating, you uncross your legs, spreading them only slightly and keeping a small bend to your knees. Jake has seen you in many positions, but none like this one. Usually, he’d be on you; his body caging yours in, his lips on your skin, his hands grasping at anything he can get them on. Instead, he’s just standing there, examining you. It adds to your growing arousal as it becomes increasingly unbearable. 

Jake steps closer, grabbing one ankle at a time to tug your legs straight and tie them to the corners of the bed with the silk sheets. The nerves travel from your belly and rise in your throat, your body temperature following shortly. You gently tug on each restraint—testing just how vulnerable you are. A smug smirk tugs at the corners of Jake’s lips, noticing the very familiar look in your eyes. 

Despite your anxiety—a product of trying something new—your eyes are silently pleading for him to touch you. You’re unable to rub your thighs together, any and all friction no longer available to you. He knows this, and he visibly enjoys the way it affects you. 

“Please, Jake.” You whine, your bottom lip jutting forward in a slight pout. “Touch me.”

He struggles to keep his composure as it vaguely falters, his knees faintly weakening and his nostrils flaring to accommodate his heavy breathing. It takes everything in him not to give into your begging, but he has a front to withhold, and he’s just getting started.

Jake turns away from you, your hopefulness diminishing as he rummages through the top drawer of his dresser. His movements halt when he finds what he’s looking for before pulling it out; a tie. One of the very few that he has. When he faces you again, his expression is unreadable as he slips the tie through his fingers, feeling the soft fabric beneath his touch. 

He slowly makes his way toward you, rounding the bed and leaning over your restricted body. He stands beside your head, bending over slightly so his lips ghost over the shell of your ear. 

“Just tell me to stop, and I will.” He whispers, just before laying the tie over your eyes, gently tying it behind your head when you lift it for him. 

You’re completely in the dark now–every sense is still reliable but your sight. You listen closely, trying to get a read on Jake’s position, but it’s unhelpful to you. His feet move silently along the floor, the material of the rug muting his steps. You’re unable to tell whether he’s still beside you or somewhere else. 

Just as you consider calling his name, your leg jerks when his rough fingertips graze the skin. He’s standing at the edge of the bed again–his other hand mirroring his movements, sliding his hands up your legs, and stopping at your thighs. You feel the mattress sink under his weight, signaling that he’s finally joining you, getting closer. His gentle caress leaves goosebumps in its wake, peppering your smooth skin and showing Jake how sensitive you are to his touch. 

His warmth engulfs you, and you feel it travel above you as his hands leave your thighs, the pillow beneath your head molding against his palms. He’s caged you in as his breathing cascades along your tense features. His scent is somehow stronger without your eyesight, your lungs now flooded with his delicious cologne; musk, woodsy, and smoky, reminiscent of firewood. You expect a kiss, your lips parting in expectancy, but it never comes. Instead, you feel the ends of his hair feather along your shoulders, his head just below your chin. Every other sense is heightened–touch included–and you nearly moan when his lips graze the hills of your breasts. 

Your hips writhe beneath him, being met with his own as he settles between your spread legs. He keeps you in place, continuing his movements along the cups of your bra. He leaves open-mouth kisses across the delicate flesh while his hips pin you down further the more you fidget, biting back your desperate cries for more. 

One of his hands beside your head disappears but is quickly relocated when you feel your bra being pulled down, just enough to expose your hardened nipples. A sharp gasp pierces your lungs when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling the sensitive bud with his warm tongue. Your hands absently tug against their restraints, begging to fall into his hair and hold him closer to you. If only you knew how restricting this would really feel when you asked for it. 

You stare blankly into a void as your back arches into him, your bottom lip caught between your teeth to muffle your whimpers. With an audible pop, Jake releases your nipple, the brisk air assaulting the remaining saliva. 

“Don’t hold back, baby, let me hear you.” His sultry voice is even more prominent, and the soothing cadence rushes to your core. Before you can think of a response, his mouth is on your other nipple, sucking harshly as his teeth graze the tender flesh. 

“Jake!” His name is the only word that comes to mind as he consumes your every thought. You’re unable to think clearly, your body only responsive to him–his touch, his smell, his voice. He knows this based on the smug hum that emulates from his throat, vibrating against you and adding to the pleasure. Your hips move to no avail, any sense of relief unattainable from his strong hold on you. 

Small pants push past your parted lips as his tongue still works against you in a soothing circular motion. You need more, and you’re willing to beg for it. Except, you feel him pull away again, and his touch has completely disappeared this time–you know he’s still above you, his undeniable body heat flowing off of him. A beat passes before his lips are on you once more, instead connecting with the skin just under your breasts, below the fabric of your bralette. 

He moves skillfully, inching his way down your body, aching for him. His lips brush every surface, placing gentle kisses along your ribs, around your belly button, and stopping just above where you want him. Your core pulses the closer he gets, feeling his warm breath fanning over the lacy material of your thin panties. 

Your breath quickens when you feel his fingers trace your clothed slit, only applying a feather-light pressure. You try to imagine him; how he’s positioned, what expression he may be holding, and if he’s watching you intently—watching your every hitched breath, curled toe, and bunched fist. You’re sure he’s sporting a smug smirk, enjoying the way you’re responsive to his touch. 

A whine begs to leave your lips as his fingers hook into the center of your underwear, pulling it aside to expose your wet folds. A pleased noise from Jake travels to your expectant ears, surely impressed by the sheer amount of arousal spilling from your core. 

“I’ve barely touched you.” He remarks, a smile evident in his tone. “Already so wet.” 

“Please, Jake.” Your words are breathless, pointed to the ceiling as you squirm against the restraints. 

Jake hears your plea as he smothers the ache of your core with his tongue—swiping along your velvety folds and lingering above your pulsing clit. A slight cry mixes with your relieved moans, your legs begging to shut around his head and drape over his shoulders. Somehow, the inability to do so makes you more sensitive, and more receptive to his actions. 

Unable to focus on anything else, your entire attention is zeroed in on what you feel, rather than see. In addition to his tongue, his top lip brushes against you, as the bottom is covered by the flattening of his tongue. 

He pulls a string of pleading moans from deep within you as he turns his attention to the bundle of nerves that beg for it—sucking harshly and smiling against the flesh when he sees your back arch off of the mattress. 

“Oh, god!” The words weave between breathless pants as the coil settled in your belly tightens. With your heightened sense of feeling, your orgasm approaches at an alarming rate. Heavy breaths morph into gasps, your chest heaving as his lips work relentlessly against your clit. “Jake, I’m gonna come.” You gasp out, feeling the beginning surges of your climax. 

He moves quickly, taking you by surprise when you feel two fingers slide into you effortlessly, curling upward. “Come on my fingers, baby.” His words mumble into you. 

Your orgasm crashes down on you, ripping a yell from your throat, and leaving a raw sensation behind. Your eyes are squeezed shut, though it doesn’t matter, as the blindfold restricts your eyesight anyway. 

Jake moves slowly—attentively—pulling the remainder of your climax from you as your hips convulse against the mattress, your arms and legs begging to grasp onto him. 

When he’s sure you’ve ridden out the rest of your orgasm, he gently removes his fingers, pulling his mouth from you as well. His absence is intolerable, and despite the aftershocks of your release, you need more of him. 

You hear noises that sound like him cleaning his fingers off and the mental image arouses you, making your bottom lip catch between your teeth. He chuckles, knowing you’re aware of what he’s doing. You’re not completely blind, you know him well. 

Disappointment washes over you when you catch him shuffling off the bed, swiftly untying the pillowcases around your ankles, and repeating the action with your wrists. Your legs naturally close, and your arms go limp. It can’t be over yet, you think to yourself. 

Not even the blindfold can hide the frown pulling at your features, your lips downturned when you reach for the blindfold—ignoring the subtle ache of your wrists when they’re free. 

“Keep the blindfold on.” So we’re not done? “Don’t move.” His tone is authoritative and naturally instructive. 

You follow his instructions, freezing in your spot and listening for his quiet movements. You’re unable to place him in the room, but you hear the gentle sound of clothes hitting the floor. 

Anticipation gathers in your chest when you feel him climb onto the bed again, a breath sucking into you when you feel him hook his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He pulls the flimsy material down the swells of your hips, the material stretching over your thighs and loosening around your ankles. Your hands reach for him, searching for him through the darkness of the blindfold. 

Your fingers graze his bare skin, letting you know that he’s stripped down. If only you could see for yourself—his long waves washing over his shoulders, stomach tightening every time he breathes out, and his cock, free from the constraints of his boxers. Your mouth waters at the thought. 

You try to grasp onto him, trying to pull him into you, but you’re caught off guard when his hands get a hold of your waist, swiftly flipping you over onto your stomach. A surprised yelp rushes out of you, unable to process his quick movements. His rough hands find your hips, pulling them up to expose your ass to him, his knelt position between your legs. The side of your face is buried into the pillows, your hands lying flat beside your head. 

His hardened length pushes against the back of your thigh as he reaches forward, grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back. Your wrists interlock in his fist, keeping a strong hold on you. 

The only notable noise in the room is the sound of your shallow breaths, waiting for him once again. You’re unable to brace yourself properly, never aware of his next move—you’re tense, but somehow equally relaxed. 

A moment passes before his free hand shifts, his erection no longer pressed against you, but now into you. You both hiss at the sensation of your walls stretching to accommodate his size. For each inch that passes, the quicker your breath rises, only turning into moans when the tenuous pain melts into mouth-watering pleasure. 

His hips connect with your ass, both of you groaning in unison. It’s his turn to breathe heavily, his free hand now on your hip, grasping at your flesh to mask his struggle. He stills for a moment, most likely enjoying the way your hips wriggle against him, silently asking him for more. 

Steadily, he pulls his hips back, nearly pulling out completely before driving himself back in. His name rolls off your tongue in praise, encouraging him to repeat his actions, and he does. He remains at a slow pace, antagonizing you and taking pleasure in the way your hips move back, meeting him in the middle. 

“More?” He taunts, squeezing his grip on your wrists.

“Please.” You whine. 

“So greedy.” He mumbles, surely shaking his head in faux disapproval. 

He gives you what you want, anyhow, moving at a quicker pace and using his hand on your hip as support. Your moans are consistent with his thrusts, growing louder the harder they are. 

“Feels so good, Jake.” You cry out, your face sinking deeper into the pillows. 

“Yeah? Is this what you wanted?” He huffs out. You eagerly nod, knowing his eyes are on you—taking note of how your lips part, silent praises dancing along the plump flesh. “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes!” You rush out, feeling another orgasm building up, practically clawing its way to the edge. 

“Can you say ‘thank you’?” He teases, and a breathless chuckle pours from his lips. “It’s only fair.”

“Thank you…” You whisper.

“I didn’t hear you.” He says disapprovingly, undoing his hold on your hip and swatting your ass, making you yelp. “Louder. Show me how grateful you are.”

“Thank you!” Your voice is raised, slightly irritated by your teetering orgasm. So close to the edge, but needs a push. If he could just go a little… “Faster, Jake, I’m so close.” 

“Me too, baby.” He admits through clenched teeth. He grunts between breaths, releasing your wrists and grabbing hold of your other hip. Jake moves faster—sloppier—chasing his own release.

Your hands find the sheets beneath you, gripping them as he pounds into you, the sound of your skin connecting echoing in the room—leaving no corner untouched. You turn your head, muffling your desperate cries into the pillow as your second orgasm shatters into you. 

It’s far more intense than the first, pulling a drawn groan from Jake as your walls flutter around his thrusting cock. He works you through your climax, much like the first, relishing the way your cunt pulses—keeping a strong hold on him and dragging him in deeper, if it’s possible. Your hips shutter as the remainder of your orgasm diminishes into spaced-out throbs. 

Once Jake knows you’ve been taken care of—your breathing coming to an even pattern—he abruptly pulls out of you, painting your backside with his release as one of his hands grips his length. It lands down your spine, across the expanse of your back, and settles on the hills of your ass. You’re a mess.

Jake’s breath is shaky, a low whine pouring from him as he pumps the last of his orgasm from his cock. Silent curses follow closely, up until you no longer feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of him. He lets out rushed exhales, removing his hand from your hip and admiring his work, you assume. 

Carefully, Jake gets off the bed, dragging your legs back so you’re laying flat on your stomach. You’re unable to roll over, afraid of the mess you’ll create on the sheets. Somehow, you sense that he’s left the room, his presence unnoticeable. 

Sure enough, you hear the bathroom sink turn on, for the amount of time it takes for the cold water to become hot. You figure at this point, you can take the makeshift blindfold off, your eyes squinting to adjust to the low lighting. 

Jake appears shortly, only in his boxers, holding a wet washcloth. He smiles softly, pleased to see you’re right where he left you, patiently waiting. He sits beside you, gently wiping your skin to rid you of his release. The cloth is warm, soothing, and comforting. 

He’s attentive, making sure to wipe away every drop—every streak. When he’s sure he’s cleaned you up, he tosses the washcloth in the dirty clothes basket in the far corner of the bedroom, nearly missing. 

“Come here.” He mumbles, assisting you in turning onto your back, finally seeing him. His cheeks and neck are flushed, the soft look in his eyes returning. 

Jake pulls the comforter that resides at the end of the bed above you, covering your nearly naked body with the heavy blanket. He joins you underneath it, repositioning your tired frame into him, your back splayed against his bare chest. Few words are exchanged as the euphoria has yet to wear off. 

“Did you enjoy it?” Jake asks, uncertainty in his tone from your lack of speech. You glance at him over your shoulder, noticing the concerned furrow in his brows. 

“Jake.” You turn over to face him, needing him to see just how much you enjoyed it. “I loved it.”

His face softens, confirming he had been afraid you didn’t like it as much as you thought you would. Quite the opposite, actually.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.” He whispers, leaning into you and capturing your lips in a sweet, slow kiss. 

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[haileyywrites]

hi!! how are you? i adore your writing and i was wondering if you could please write a bit of fluff! in which the reader gets overwhelmed and starts crying because their boyfriend is too sweet, nice, caring and cute. with anyone from genshin of your choice!

Summary: You become overwhelmed and cry from your boyfriend being too sweet, nice, caring and cute!

Pairings: Kaveh x Gn!reader

Notes/Warnings: Reader is completely gender neutral and not described in any way! Poc friendly! Just pure fluff! Reader cries but it's sweet and fluffy! Possible grammar errors!

You had always known Kaveh to be an incredibly kind human being; from the very first moment you met. Someone had rudely bumped into you which caused your items to fall from your hands, the person didn't even bother apologizing before continuing on their way. Kaveh happened to see the interaction and rushed over to help you - he even tried shouting after the person to apologize to you, but they didn't listen.

You appreciated the effort and his kindness nonetheless; he even offered to buy you some food to cheer you up! Though you protested against it, he managed to win you over in the end and he took you to a nice nearby cafe. You could see him eyeing at the prices with worried eyes and a strained smile, you could obviously tell he had some financial problems making his kind offer even more touching. You decided to order the cheapest item you liked and spent the afternoon with him just talking, god you could talk for hours with him!

Falling for Kaveh was the easiest thing you did in your life, but sometimes you wondered how it is you managed to get with him? With his looks and heart of gold you would think him to be more popular with suitors all over him; but no. The people in the Academia you understood as they were usually solely focused in their research, but he was so kind to everyone! Excluding his roommate whom he talked to you about, but didn't let you meet. Somehow Kaveh was a simple rock with gems hidden within, but others didn't seem to look deep enough to get to know him.

He may have not been that good with money, but he always finds other ways to treat you. One of his favorite things to do together is to go for a walk outside of Sumeru city and go sightseeing with you; he always finds the best spots too! Whether you're a morning person who he would go watch the sunrise with or a night owl who preferred the sunset, he will do whatever to make you happy. Seeing you be happy makes him beyond happy and it absolutely melts your heart!

There were many times in the past that almost caused you to burst into tears from him being too kind and sweet or too cute for you to handle! His tendency to draw in animals was strange, but so incredibly adorable. Stray cats would show up whenever you were sitting around and dogs would run up to greet you two - even birds would come closer to him than anyone else! Seeing him give in and pet or play with them was beyond cute!

He was also always so sweet and caring, he would never forget things you liked or cared about! If you needed space when upset he would give it to you; but if you wanted comfort he would be there in an instant with food or snacks he knew you loved. His kindness was also a bit of a flaw as he didn't want to think people would be terrible enough to use charity as a cash grab - which is why he often fell for them. This especially made you upset, but it didn't make you cry like today did.

Seeing the sky becoming darker and darker as your shift was beginning to end worried you, you had neglected to bring an umbrella as it had been clear all day before now. You would have to make your way to the other side of the city while getting completely soaked from the rain; not an ideal scenario. You though about staying until the rain stopped, but you had made plans with Kaveh today right after work and hated the thought of leaving him to wait for you without warning.

You sighed heavily as you changed back into your everyday clothes and prepared yourself for the downpour waiting for you outside, you said a quick goodbye to your colleague before heading for the door with a sad expression. The rain was as heavy as a shower or a bucket of water that was being emptied over you, you shivered as the cold outside air made contact with your skin. This was just your luck...

Out in the rain you could see a figure running full speed towards you, you wondered what kind of maniac was outside in this weather - until you recognized him. It was Kaveh! He held a red umbrella to shield him from the rain and wore a jacket that he usually didn't; it was one of your favorite clothing that he owned, but it was usually only on him during colder days like today. Seeing you he ran faster and almost bumped into you as he came to a halt!

“Thank the Archon's! I'm so glad I cought you before you left!” He said with a relieved smile.

“You came to get me?” You asked in a surprised tone.

He nodded his head as he handed you the umbrella he was holding and stripped off the jacket he was wearing; which he quickly handed to you. He had specifically brought it for you...

“Of course! I thought you probably didn't think to bring an umbrella with you today, so I couldn't possibly let you walk home and get yourself sick from this weather!” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Kaveh helpped you put on his jacket before smiling proudly when seeing you in his clothing; it was warm and smelled like him, the fabric was also incredibly comfortable. Everything about it made you feel so incredibly touched... The fact that he came to get you to make sure you didn't get soaked from the rain to bringing you his jacket and looking so proud when you wore it. You couldn't help, but to burst into tears from the sheer kindness and sweetness - the love and thoughtfulness.

Seeing you cry made Kaveh panic and instantly ask if you were okay, he asked if he did something that made you upset and if there was anything he could do to help you while still keeping the umbrella over you to cover you from the rain. It probably made you cry harder seeing him be so frantic and stumble over himself trying to calm you down - he was too cute for his own good! He was just too kind and caring of a human being that it was bound to make you burst into tears one day.

“I'm sorry, you're just too sweet!” You sobbed.

“Wha... What?” Kaveh asked in confusion.

“You're so sweet and kind! It's making me feel so loved!” You cried louder.

“Honey, I don't know what to say...” Kaveh laughed lightly while looking a bit bashful.

“You're also too cute!” You covered your eyes with your hands and continued to cry.

Kaveh stepped closer and pulled you in for tight hug, his hand was wrapped around your back, while the other was steadily holding his umbrella over you both. He let you cry your fill against his shoulder; with his hand running up and down along your back in a comforting manner. By the time you were finished crying rain had calmed down a bit to a pleasant soft shower.

Kaveh let go of you gently and wiped away the remaining tear stains from your cheeks, you both lightly laughed about the situation. Being this close you noticed how his eyes sparkled with so much love that you couldn't help, but lean in for a short yet sweet kiss. After you separated Kaveh held up the umbrella between you and encouraged you to place your hand over his; not only to adjust the umbrella so that it was comfortable for you, but also to hold your hand as he walked you home.

A/N: Hii, I'm doing well and thank you for asking Anon <3 Hope you're doing well too; remember to stay hydrated! Thank you so much for the request btw, your words are so kind! I really hoped you liked this, but if you didn't feel free to request again ^-^ I spent a lot of timing thinking which character to pick, but in the end Kaveh felt like the obvious choice lol I will soon be posting request rules - incase you or anyone else would like to request something in the future!

[Feel free to like, comment and or reblog! Any interaction with this post is greatly appreciated <3]

[raddixie]

as non-native English speaker, how do you write and have you faced problems?

This question had me going like this ":(". Thanks for the ask.

But yes, I was not born with the privilege of learning English. Not at all!. In fact, I'm 24 and I just started learning English recently. Back when I was younger, our schools didn't support English teachings, so I didn't have the luxury to learn at all. But even when I started English lessons, it was something that barely scratched to the surface. I know many non-natives relate to what I'm saying. And yes, I faced a lot of problems, and I was frustrated with every time I tried to write sentences back then. I deadass only knew how to say "hello, how are you. Fine, thank you. " But I was satisfied, I wanted to learn more, and i wanted to tackle it even if I still suck with English to this day.

Struggling with ADHD also affected my writing and even my speech ability! My mind deadass runs fast for me to keep up, so I always forget what I wrote or that I end up missing 3 or 4 words in a sentence. Not only in English, but also in my native language as well.

As for writing, I also don't know how to write properly. I have friends who are always there to help me with grammatical errors and better ways to write a sentence. Including this @bathroom-lord dude. It was almost magical how 5 out of 7 online friends of mine are actually writers and I'm grateful for them all!

I'm going to give this advice to anyone who is like me: don't rush your writing, don't be afraid to make the first draft as messy as possible! You can edit it later and polish it however you see fit. Also, my number one advice, don't be ashamed to tell anyone you struggle. It's okay to ask for help from people who are more advanced in English or native speakers. Don't be afraid of a little criticism. And lastly, just do what you are most comfortable with. Don't pressure yourself. Don't think that you have to know fancy words or write in a certain poetic way! Simple English with the right grammar could really go a long way! And if your story is supposed to be from a certain era, again, don't be afraid to ask for help.

[little-doe-mellily]

‼️18+ content ahead‼️

Hi ... ☺️

I'm kinda new to actually posting something on 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕣, sooo ... please be kind with criticism. ｡^‿^｡

Plus, english is not my mothertongue ... so please, be gentle with errors in grammar or general writing errors. (∩_∩)

➳❥ Anti-Cosmo x Anti-Wanda

➳❥ Summary: In their eternal lives, Anti-Fairies are mostly bound to their counterparts' decisions. Therefore, the majority of marriages in Anti-Fairy-World are arranged and for continuation of the Anti-Fairy race, heat cycles plague both males and females. When Cosmo and Wanda have Poof, Anti-Cosmo realizes that it won't take long until his rut hits full force ...

➳❥ Warnings: 18+ content ahead; don't like don't read ☺️

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Dusting off his dark blue shirt, he coughed up some of the leftover smoke that snuck into his lungs, when his newest evil scheme had been thwarted and the machine he'd built with the help of the Pixies exploded. Glaring at one of the many windows of his towering castle, he could see the silhouette of Jorgen von Strangle disappear through a sparkly portal, after throwing his counterpart's godkid through the glittery mass of clouds - oh, how he despised them, all of them. Clawing at the black marble window sill, he growled at his reflection in the window, snarling at the disheveled appearance glaring back at him. Raking his claws through the loose strands, the High Count huffed a sharp breath, baring his fangs in a pained expression.

The Head Pixie finished polishing his already cracked glasses, sneaking a curious glance at the leader of the Anti-Fairy race, "Control your anger. They are gone, no sense in throwing a tantrum, AC," the Pixie muttered, putting the white cloth he used to clean his glasses with away, stowing it in the breast pocket of his grey suit. Completely out of his usually rational character, he was about to put a comforting hand on the Count's shoulder, which he shrugged off almost immediatly.

Exhaling audibly, Anti-Cosmo nearly groaned, "It's not anger - it's arousal. Our counterparts had a baby ... my instincts are kicking in, libido is rising - I'll have to breed my wife soon." The Anti-Fairy fought a whimper, when his usually cold blood started boiling, rushing to lower regions. He had to kick the remaining Pixies and fellow Anti-Fairies out of the castle, his control was fading. Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead, while his hips were about to hump the air that started to feel thick around him. "G-get out. Leave! All of you ... fucking LEAVE!" Never hearing their already feared leader swear, the Anti-Fairies raised their blackened wands, leaving nothing but a dark cloud of fairy dust.

While Fairies had the privilige to mate with their significant other - the one they truly loved - Anti-Fairies were bound to their counterparts' desicions and had no choice but to accept their fate. Rarely, true love was involved as Anti-Fairies never believed in the concept of 'love' - hence the opposite of Cupid spread hate instead of love. Therefore, Anti-Fairies had to endure mating cycles once they were spoken for, securing the continuation of their race. Left without a choice, once their mating instincts kick in, Anti-Fairies felt the desire to breed and be bred - the copulation could take hours, due to the males' increased sperm production and the rising estrogen levels of the females.

His poor wife must already be raking herself in their shared bedroom, waiting for him to ravish her. The thought of fucking her into their shared mattress alone caused him to become incredibly horny; filling her with his cum until it leaked out of her little pussy, putting his offspring into her womb - by everything that's unholy, he needed her!

His dear, loving, gorgeous Anti-Wanda, probably dripping with need and waiting to be bred by her darling husband. "You really are desperate for it, aren't you?" the Head Pixie's monotone voice broke the silence. Groaning, the High Count noticed a tremble running through his body, exhaling another shivering breath. "G-go, please. I-I need my darling ..."

H.P. took this as his clue to leave, throwing his fellow Pixies a single nod and tapping a series of keys on his magical phone. Disappearing in a grey cloud made of pixels, he left the never pleading Anti-Fairy alone to seek his wife.

Clawing at the tight collar of his shirt, he made his way towards the master bedroom, ripping open the first two or three buttons, which clattered to the ground in several directions. Hurrying through the nearly empty halls, he tried hiding his leaking erection by pulling his shirt down to cover his tented black trousers. Servants and maids were curiously glancing his way, when their master rushed past them, not even floating. Pushing open the double-doors that led to their bedroom, he rushed into the room, magically closing and locking them.

"Honey?" the sweet voice of his darling wife rang out behind him. She sat in the middle of their queen sized bed, breathing heavily, her cheeks blushing in a dark blue color. His muscles strained, teeth bared, his eyes turned red. Anti-Wanda sat upon the rich wine-red covers, dressed in a short black laced nightgown, legs spread for him to crawl between. Not being able to take anymore of it, he pounced on his wife like an animal, sinking his fangs into her sweet smelling neck, piercing her soft skin and tasting the coppery blood that awaited him beneath. A pleasurable gasp left her lungs, hugging him to her body.

She pulled on his shirt, crumpling it up in between her fingers. Attempting to sit up, Anti-Wanda fumbled around with the frustrating task of opening all of his buttons. Her husband cut her off, ripping his shirt with his own claws, letting the rest magically disappear through a simple snap. Admiring his wife's naked body, he dived in between her breasts, nipping and licking at them, causing his dear to moan slightly. Slipping his arms under her plump thighs, he gripped them and pulled her up, inhaling deeply; groaning at the mouth watering sweet smell of her pussy - he was such a lucky man.

Immediatly diving into the dephts of her hot cavern, his tongue raked deeply through her insides. The sensual feeling caused Anti-Wanda's eyes to turn into a feral red color, rolling back into her head as blood rushed into her ears. Her tail wrapped around his right thigh, seeking to entangle with his own. The room filled with the slurping sounds of her feasting husband, whose tongue painted her insides with his saliva. His tongue was longer, due to his vampire-genes, wiggling itself through her insides as he drew patterns that drove his wife crazy.

His rumbling groans vibrated through her pussy, increasing the heated sensitation; she wiggled her hips, grinding them against her husbands face in the hope of getting more friction. Extracting his tongue, he drew the wet muscle over her sensitive clit in circular motions, clamping his mouth shut and giving the bundle of nerves some thorough sucks.

His wife's moaning sounds increased in volume, while she gripped at the many pillows behind her. "Sw-sweety ... it's-it's to muuuch~ AAAH-mmnnnpfh, ah- ha~ ..." Knowing his sweet was about to finish, he put more effort into his actions, looking at her through half lidded eyes. Arching her back, she gripped his hair, screaming, "Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Oooh~ ... hun." She looked precious, simply marvelous; disheveled but glowing at the same time.

Grinning suggestively at her, Anti-Cosmo climbed over her, aligning himself at her entrance, rubbing his tip against her glistening folds and smoothly sinking into her tight walls. He tried, he promised himself he'd be gentle with her, but ... looking at her, with her lips forming a pleasured 'o', and that sinful whine leaving her lungs - he couldn't contain this rut. Immediatly setting a steady pace, he grabbed her hips, gripping her flesh, while her ankles locked behind his back. "H-harder, Cozzie~" she begged, gripping his shoulders. Releasing a cracked chuckle, he breathed, "Your wish is my command, darling~" A small whine left her lungs, as he rolled the 'r'-sound with his tongue, his purr causing her to tighten around him.

Pulling out almost completely, he left the tip resting inside his wife's snug 'prison' and rammed all of himself into her in long, thorough strokes, burying his cock balls-deep in her velvety cavern. With each rough stroke, she emitted little screams, which caused the grip on the little fat of her waist to tighten, leaving scratches - proof of their love. "Ah~ darling, I'm going to pump you full with my love, leaving you drrripping for days," he purred, to which she reacted with a drawn out groan, toes curling behind his back. "M-more, honey. Pleeaaase~ ..."

Not denying his darling wife anything, his pace increased further, pounding her into the mattress with reckless abandon. Hugging her to his chest, Anti-Cosmo swallowed her moans, plunging his tongue into her mouth, enacting a sensual dance and coiling his muscle around her's. "Anti-Cozzie is so deep inside me," she thought, forcing her husband to swallow another loud moan. Caressing her trembling walls with his weeping cock, he felt his climax approaching as he snapped his hips even faster. Anti-Wanda felt her husband hitting her cervix, his cock twitching inside her, "Hu-hun, please ... c-cum inside! Breed me, fucking breed me. Put a baby in meee~ Give me your seed! Fuck a baby into me ... ah~."

Her muscles started contracting, her pussy pulsed, causing Anti-Cosmo to start growling as he lowered his face towards her neck and licked the puncture wounds that he marked his wife with. Squelching sounds filled his sensitive ears, which caused them to wiggle slightly, his tail wagging happily. Latching onto the spot, he sucked the darkened skin, releasing a dominant growl as he started cumming.

Pumping his release into her womb, he continued rocking into her as she screamed in pleasure, creaming him with her juices. Her toes curled, nerv endings tingling. "Y-yes, fill me up, baby. More, more. Give me all of your love~" she yelled. Tears fought their way into her eyes as stars clouded her vision, eyes rolling back. A shiver ran through her whole body, a tingling sensitation filling her pussy to the brim. "Anti-Cozzie's load is filling meee~"

Panting heavily, he pulled out of her, causing his wife to breathe a reluctant whine; he rested his head between her b-cup breasts. "No worries, my sweet crumpet. This was only the beginning. By the end of the night, you will carry my spawn and over the coming months I will be by your side as my seed grow inside your belly," her husband declared, deliciously rolling the 'r'-sound with his british accent. Unable to properly answer, his wife could only nod, signifying that he had truly fucked her stupid.

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As promised, Anti-Cosmo bred her at least three or four more times - honestly, she lost count after the third orgasm. The next morning, walking was nearly impossible for her, so she resorted to floating towards the kitchen and prepare her hard-working husband a marvelous breakfast. Though she looked presentable in her royal black nightgown and dark purple morning robe, the maids threw her knowing glances, grinning and giggling at her disheveled appearance. Dark blue locks randomly stuck out at the sides of her head, a satisfied grin plastered on her face.

The High Countess bent down and dug through the kitchen cabinets, searching for a pan to cook pancakes with. Grabbing some eggs, sugar, flour, baking powder and other ingredients, she started heating up the stove. While the pancakes cooked in the pan, she turned on the coffee machine and cut an apple into neat slices. Her husband didn't like to eat strawberries or anything like it, due to them leaving a sour taste in his mouth, so she picked a banana and decorated the pancakes. Instead of syrup, Anti-Wanda put some jam on the side and decorated the silver breakfast-tray with dark colored roses.

With a loving smile decorating her face, she took the tray and flew back to their shared bedroom. Her husband was still snoring softly, as she reentered the room, putting the tray down on his nightstand. As much as she hated to be the one to wake him, he had duties to fullfil - ruling an entire race wasn't an easy task to be born into. The clock on her nightstand showed that it was already 9.46 a.m., way to late to get up, for her husband's caliber. She crawled onto the covers, lowering herself onto the hips of his splayed out body and started peppering his face with lofty kisses. "Good morning, sweety," she trilled.

With a tired smile, his lips met hers in a sensual kiss, enclosing his hands around her cheeks, his fingertips stroking her temples and running through tender hair. "Good morning, darling. How are you up this early? Didn't I tire you out last night?" he chuckled, letting one hand wander to her waist, also stroking there to soothe the little pain she probably suffered, due to the scratches he left. His nostrils wiggled as he inhaled the bitter smell of coffee, glancing at his nightstand and grinning at the tray that stood there.

"Of course, I'm still a little exhausted, but that's no excuse for letting my poor husband starve, after he worked so hard on pleasuring me," Anti-Wanda giggled, raking her fingers through her husband's hair. "C'mon, Anti-Faries are waitin' to be ruled and Fairies to be bested, my sweet genius," she hummed, placing a light kiss on his forehead, before she jumped up and made her way towards the wardrobe, looking for an outfit.

While she picked out several dresses, holding them in front of her appearance in the mirror, her husband's still drowsy voice interrupted her, "Darling ... have I ever told you that I love you so very, very much?" Giggling, Anti-Wanda threw the dress she decided to wear today onto the covers and bent over the edge of the bed, "Of course you do ... every day, since we met and fell in love, ya dummy." Standing up straight, she let the straps of her nightgown slide down her body, leaving her in nothing but black panties. The High Countess grabbed the bra that somehow landed next to her bedside last night and put it on, all while her husband admired his wife's beauty.

Smirking, she chastised him, "Eat your breakfast, or you'll have to work being hungry all day long." Clicking the hooks of the bra into place, she let out a sigh of success and went to put on the dress she chose. "Oh, darling~ Can I not enjoy being the luckiest Fay in the universe for a few more minutes?" he sighed, love-struck.

"Careful, hun. If you enjoy it to much, I won't even have to finish dressing up and you will be late anyway," his wife chuckled, throwing him a suggestive glance, while fighting with the gown. "Wouldn't that be just grrrand, my love~?" he purred. She had to silently admit that her pussy longed for his love and that she had started clenching seconds ago, but she couldn't hold him off any longer - her needs would have to wait for the next pleasurable night ... or a little quickie on his work desk, whatever came first.

"Now, eat your breakfast. I put a lot of effort into it!" his wife ordered. Damn, he loved it when she was so ... dominating. With a content grin, he tasted the bitter coffee, moaning a little as the bitterness spread on his taste buds.

However, neither the High Count, nor his darling wife noticed the lanky figure that stayed hidden in the dark rose bushes outside. The figure that had kept an eye on the Countess since they split in highschool ...

[celluceta]

✭ Law, Bepo, Penguin, Shachi & Ikkaku finding out you like Vocaloid + headcanons ✭

Hi there! Here are some silly headcanons I've been thinking about the past few days. I've been listening and drawing Vocaloid a lot lately and this idea popped in my head, so I hope you like it!! A good friend of mine helped me with this💚

Please keep in mind that english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors🫠

I had a lot to write about Law and Bepo...

Also I won't be talking about UTAU that much since I'm not very familiar with them,,, sorry.

🎐Please keep in mind these are MY headcanons! If yours are different, that's perfectly fine! Feel free to drop them in the comments if you want🎐

⭐Gender neutral reader⭐

Law

Ok so I headcanon there is a common room in the Polar Tang, with a couple of long sofas and where every member of the crew has their own little space somehow, like walls covered in posters and shelves filled with, books and even plushies of marine animals and their hobbies.

You were spending one morning there, listening to your favorite Vocaloid playlist in a den den mushi (you know, like the ones that appear in film red) when Law arrived, looking for a medicine book he didn’t have at his office.

Normally he would have just walked out the room, but as your den den mushi started playing Tokyo Teddy Bear, his eyes couldn't help but rush to look at you.

You noticed it and glanced at him as well. As your eyes met, he quickly looked back, grabbing the book and heading out the room.

"You like Vocaloid, captain?"

It took him a few seconds to answer before leaving you there. "Why would I do? It's a waste of time".

You were confused but didn't think much about it.

Until a couple of days later, when you walked past the door of his office and heard something familiar...

"Shinkai shoojo mada mada shizumu"

You couldn't believe it. You opened the door and looked at him with a smirk on your face, meeting with his shocked, flushed red face.

"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" He shouted at you before you left the room giggling, hoping you wouldn't tell the rest of the crew.

He's not the biggest fan, but since Bepo is, he ended up liking a few songs. He would never admit it out loud though, he thinks it would ruin his image.

I can't stop thinking he listens to the most edgy Vocaloid songs... . ...

You know, Lost One's Wheeping, Ghost Rule, Aishite Aishite Aishite and more.

Definitely enjoys Kikuo more than any other vocaloid producer. Also Wowaka.

Nobody knows about this, but he knows the whole lyrics of The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku.

Bepo

Do I have to say it?

Seriously, do I have to say it?

This guy's OBSESSED. He's been listening to Vocaloid for years.

Maybe even before leaving Zou.

Everyone in the crew learned about Vocaloid thanks to him, so when he discovers you also enjoy it, he'll go so excited you'll get trouble understanding what he's saying. You'll see his eyes shining as he's speaking.

One day, on a karaoke session they decided to have not so long after you joined the crew, he started playing Ring no Shitensi.

"Oh, I know this one!"

And his sprakling eyes rapidly landed on you, his lips drawing a bright smile on his face.

He runs into you, not midning the music still playing as he holds your hands and starts talking to you so fast you can barely understand him.

You glanced nervously at Penguin and Shachi for a moment, and they just lifted their thumbs, telling you it was normal.

His favorite producers are definitely Mitchie M, Kinoshita and Livetune.

No matter how many redesigns Miku gets, he'll always prefer the first one.

He knows all the producers mentioned in Kagamine Let's Say the P Names. All of them.

He's one of those people who blast christmas music once it's October 1st, but instead of Mariah Carey it's just Snow Miku songs.

He has a space in his room dedicated exclusively to his lightstick collection, and he knows all existing choreographies from the concerts.

Obviously, in their karaoke sessions, he'll just sing Vocaloid (and Uta) songs.

He has dragged Penguin and Shachi with him, and the rest of the crew knows the lyrics of at least one song or two. Knowing about Vocaloid is inevitable when he's around.

When he discovers a new song Law might like, he eagerly shows him. Law always says he's not interested, but he ends up listening to it on repeat when he's alone.

And he's just as obsessed with UTAU as he is with Vocaloid.

Penguin & Shachi

I feel like instead of them reacting to you, you'd react to them.

Like, again, on a karaoke session, you'd see how they sing along with Bepo, and that just surprises you.

"I didn't know you guys liked Vocaloid!"

"You never asked" They said to you with a playful smirk.

They are glad you also enjoy the music, but don't mind as much as Bepo. Shachi would maybe express it better than Penguin.

Sometimes they join Bepo with the lightsticks, specially if he's playing classics as World is Mine or Luka Luka Night Fever. They ended up learning the movements from watching the bear.

Huge. Deco*27. Fans.

Also they enjoy a couple of Mitchie M and Neru songs, but leave the edgy ones to Law.

Would have a whole discussion over what Miku's voicebank is better on a daily basis.

"V4 pronunciation is way better, man"

"Yeah but it doesn't sound as robotic as V2. What's the point of Miku if she doesn't sound like a robot?"

Shachi's a Rin fan while Penguin prefers Len. Sometimes they tease each other like little kids over who's better, but at the end of the day they both enjoy the twins.

Not that much to say about these guys, just average fans.

Ikkaku

(so sad there aren't more GIFs where Ikkaku appears😭 but this one's fire anyways)

Short because she doesn't really care about Vocaloid that much.

She would be like "Oh that's cool" and continue what she was doing. She just doesn't care at all.

Definitely the most chilled listener among all of them.

V Flower and Gumi. That's it.

She doesn't listen to Vocaloid that often, just from time to time when she remembers they exist.

At first she was like "Wth are they doing..." whenever Bepo, Penguin and Shachi danced with the lightsticks, but now she's gotten used to it.

Has no problem listening to Bepo talk about Vocaloid for quite the long time.

But the bear made her hate Snow Miku songs. She wouldn't have if he didn't played them on repeat from October until the next one is released.

She actually enjoys some of the classics.

Specially Magnet.

You know why... 🧡🤍🩷

[howdygravytrain]

FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt #19: Taken

i'm not a writer by any means, but i absolutely had to take part in the ffxiv write 2024 challenge. this drabble is super rough and i may come back and expand on it later, but i'm just happy that i managed to write anything at all :^3

here's the link to the fic on ao3 if you wanna check it out there, otherwise continue below the break! many apologies for spelling/grammar/whatever errors, i don't know how to manage time efficiently totally not obvious by sharing something a day later UwU

PROMPT: TAKEN

Premise: He knew Gravy would dance with others at the ball, but Aymeric can't help but feel taken with jealousy as he watched person after person steal a dance with his Warrior.

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“You can just go up and dance with her, you know,” a voice said, having successfully interrupted Aymeric’s state of brooding and startling the poor elezen. Quickly composing himself, the Lord Commander turned to the perpetrator to apologize for appearing so glum, but his shoulders sagged in relief when he saw it was only Stephanivien. “I wasn’t joking, go on and ask the girl to dance before you glare everyone to death,” the eldest Haillenarte added, making Aymeric wince.

“Is it really that noticeable?” Aymeric stated more than asked, already knowing the answer.

“My friend, I had to convince Artoirel that you weren’t going to pull out your sword and skewer the next poor sod who asked Gravy’s hand for a dance!” Stephanivien exasperated dramatically with a wave of his hand. “I personally think it’d be hilarious if you did; it’d certainly bring more excitement to this absolute waste of time.” The machinist ran a hand through his blond hair and huffed in annoyance, his pale blue eyes scanning the room. “Ugh, this is the last time I let Art coerce me into attending one of these. He knows I have much to work on at the shop, I don’t have time to be stuck with these pricks and their hors d’oeuvres! And I have to wear this ridiculous garb that father insisted– ”

Aymeric tuned out Stephanivien’s ranting at that point and graciously accepted a glass of wine from a servant. He didn’t bother with a sip and threw his head back and downed the entire drink in one go, promptly returning the glass to the stunned server. His eyes trailed back towards the center of the dance floor and landed on the lone lalafell of the entire room…and the bastard she was dancing with. He couldn’t quite place who the man was, but Aymeric immediately disliked him for how Gravy obviously struggled to keep up with the elezen’s much longer legs.

The Lord Speaker frowned as he watched the Warrior try to tell her dance partner something, presumably to shorten his steps. He replied with yanking her harshly by the arm and pulled her up to his chest with a wicked grin, making the dancers around them gasp. Rage filled Aymeric as he marched his way to the pair, ready to beat the ever living shit out the fiend, but stopped a few steps short when Gravy, in all her gracefulness, slapped the man’s face with a resounding SMACK.

All noise immediately ceased in the ballroom as the man cried out in pain and dropped Gravy to clutch his cheek. She got up and nonchalantly dusted herself off as her dance partner’s companions came rushing to his aid. With one hand on her hip and the other pointed to wailing elezen, Gravy loudly said,

“That ain’t NO way to treat a person, ya pompous fuck! You oughta be ashamed of yerself!”

Aymeric stood there in disbelief as the ballroom erupted in laughter as the offender was dragged out before he let out a small chuckle himself.

[gaintsnowflake]

Hi! Can I get a request please. The reader works at Lockwood and Co and Lockwood and her both have feelings for each other but they dance around them because of their job and are afraid of losing each other because of it. And one day, one of them (don’t care which one) snaps and finally told the other how they feel! Thank you!

𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader

ONESHOT : in which after one two many near death experinces, you admit your feelings

TRIGGERS : nearly dying, cannon typical valiance

A/N : I hope you enjoy this, if this isn't what you were hoping for, please dm me and I will do write it again or if you want an extention. I couldn't figure out how to get the confession perfect so I am sorry if it seems a bit rushed, but it was still fun to write all the same, thank you so much for this request! Please ignore any spelling and grammar errors, this is not proof-read!

WORD COUNT : 1.5k

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IT'S A NORMAL CASE, just like every other case. Yet here I am, watching his every movement with the rapier. 

The ghost was only a few feet from him as he attacks with precision and grace. His every move was elegant as if it was a choreographed dance. The lighting was doing him wonders as I just sat and admired him, ignoring my job of looking for the source, ignoring my name being called by George, probably to scold me for letting Lockwood distract me once again. 

"Stop getting distracted," I felt a rushed slap on my arm, knocking me back into reality. The slap I have seen was from George who was now next to me, searching the floorboards in front of us.

"Sorry, I was making sure he didn't get hurt..." I mumbled, going back to the task at hand.

After a few more seconds of searching, I found the source, a small silver ring. Without hesitation, I wrapped it in the silver net. The noises of the ghost disappeared as I a rapier dropped. My eyes flew over to where Lockwood was standing, his hands on his knees, bending over, breathing heavily. 

I was instantly bombarded with thoughts of worry, fearing that he was hurt. The thought of him being hurt sent shivers down my spine as I rushed over to him. If he dies now, it will be my fault, I didn't protect him, I couldn't save him. 

As soon as I was by my side, he fell and leaned onto me, letting me inspect him, checking for any injuries. Though I didn't see any, I held him in my arm, closer, ignoring the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling in my heart as I rocked on my heels.

I will never be able to tell him how I feel, I will never be able to show him all of my love, it's not possible. We face near death almost every night. It's not fair to put him in the position of having to be afraid of losing me, as I am afraid of losing him.

Tonight's case was more difficult than normal, as our plans were flipped. Instead of Lucy and Lockwood fighting the ghost as George and I search for the source, I was trapped with the ghost with George. Lockwood and Lucy are left to find the source.

George and I were nowhere near as good as the other two, but we are surviving for now. Dodging as we can, throwing salt bombs, and George swinging the chain. Our rapiers were long forgotten as George dropped his only minutes ago and mine was left outside the room when I dropped it chasing after George.

I could hear banging on the door, it was definitely Lockwood. It sounded as if he was freaking out, but the sounds were largely muffled. The question of why he would be freaking out, as this was usual for a job, pondered me for a second, but I was quick to be thrown back into action. 

The next few moments were brutal, as I was sent flying into a desk. The pain in my side was worse than most injuries I had before. I am sure it is bleeding, as when I pressed my hands to my side, I left a thick liquid, spilling into my shirt. 

Before I got the chance to even stand, I am met face to face with the ghost, as it goes to touch me, it fades away. I let out a groan, squeezing my eyes shut, knowing I have a moment.

The bang of the door was loud, causing me to open my eyes, losing my moment of silence. Lockwood came crashing in. His face full of worry and panic as he looked around the room quickly, till his eyes found me. Before I could blink, he was before me, kneeling down on the ground, looking me up and down before meeting my eyes. 

He began to take out an emergency kit from his bag that was on the floor next to us. His touch was gentle as if he was trying not to hurt me. Slowly Lockwood pulled away at my jacket and then my shirt, leaving me in just a tanktop underlayer that I pulled up for him to see the open wound. 

While he was patching me, I couldn't help but stare at him. Taking in his beauty. Though you could definitely tell he just got done a job.

He was a mess, his hair all out of order, his tie was slightly undone, the collar of his shirt up in some places, and dirt splotches were all over his face. His face, it was full of emotion. Worry, panic, relief, the last something I don't quite recognize. But it seems like a look of love. Love? No, it can't be. He cannot love me as I love him. 

Cases always seem to go wrong, so facing a near-death experience has turned into normality in my line of work. Which is exactly why I am laying on the ground with a type two floating above me. 

Though I expected at that moment to be killed or at least injured. But I wasn't. Lockwood swung his rapier in between the ghost and me, pulling me up as it disappeared for a few seconds. He held me behind him. Throwing himself in danger.

Usually, he was reckless, always through everyone in danger, but now he is protecting me. I felt guilt run through me as he begins to fight off the now reappeared. 

It has been weeks of us dancing around what could be feelings for each other. We are always putting each other first. It was getting to the point that now Lucy and George were teasing us. But we couldn't love each other, we couldn't. Not with what we do for work.

One of us is bound to end up dead, leaving the other heartbroken. We cannot love each other. But here we are, loving each other so much that we would throw ourselves in danger for the other person.

I was quick to push Lockwood out of the way and start fighting it myself. Using my rapier as well as any salt bombs I could quickly grab. The ghost evaporated a few seconds later, leaving me to put back my rapier and look lockwood in the face as we waited for the others.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" My voice was loud, our breathing was heavy as were exhausted.

"Saving you," His voice was much calmer than mine as if he didn't see what he did wrong.

I don't think I will ever admit this, but my heart fluttered when he stepped in and saved me. But it was dumb and reckless and he could have gotten hurt. It would have been my fault. 

"No, you were throwing yourself in danger," I spat at him. "I would have been fine."

"You call that fine? You were nearly ghost-touched!" His voice was now reaching louder levels as he talked to me. "I couldn't let you get hurt!"

"You could've gotten yourself hurt!"

"I don't care. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt, I couldn't." The argument was loud now, making tears threaten to leave my eyes, but they haven't yet. But if I wasn't mistaken Lockwood's eyes were watering too. 

"I care, Lockwood, I fucking care."

"Why? Why do you care so fucking much about me?"

"God, Lockwood, must you be so dense? I love you. I have always loved you."

We stood for a second, scared to move. Tears had now started spilling down my cheeks as I just stared at him. Not sure what to feel anymore. 

"I know, we can't be together. Because one of us is going to end up dead, the other heartbroken. But that doesn't mean I don't love you, Lockwood," My voice cracked, making my words sound less harsh than I intended. 

"You would think that would give us more reason to date. Honestly, I am so fucking scared of losing you. The thought of seeing you die before I even get the chance to kiss you doesn't seem right."

"Oh stop with your charm, Lockwood, you know we will both end up hurt," I sounded more unsure than I wanted.

"Please, y/n. I know you are scared, but I think I would be more hurt knowing that you died without me telling you that... I love you," The last words, were more of a whisper as he inched towards me.

Oh, how, I hate the adrenaline rush for making me do what I am about to do next.

I move forward with a harsh step and grab his tie, forcing his lips onto mine. I kissed him. Although I was still angry, this kiss seemed aggressive but passionate. When I pulled away, we both sat there in shock.

To think, we are fighting for our lives, but a simple kiss scares us more.

"So does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He asked, his voice was a whisper now. 

Before I could answer, I heard the door open, causing me to look over to see George and Lucy analyzing our position, giving us questioning looks. I froze for a second, before letting go of his tie and walking away from him. I turned around slightly, giving him a smile, before walking to go talk to our friends.

It's odd how after so many near-death experiences, it took just one more to make us admit our feelings. Almost as if that was scarier than NEARLY DYING.

[dreaming-marchling]

I love your writing so much and I am always in awe of how consistently you're able to post! Your writing is very polished, and I was wondering about your editing process. Do you have a beta? Do you just re-read your own stuff until you realize what's wrong? How do you decide that the current state is good enough and you're ready to move on? I really, really admire your work and I'm so curious how you've been able to reach the point you're at.

Thank you so much! I love talking writing :)

Putting this under a cut because it's long lol

I don’t have a beta, no. Sometimes I think I might want one but I’m ultimately too secretive, lol.

I’m not especially great at editing for grammar and typos. My method is generally just to keep re-reading but I also like to put a recently finished story in a two week quarantine so that I can read it again with fresher eyes, I think that helps me catch a bunch of errors. That said, I reword sentences so often that I end up tripping myself up.

In terms of editing for overall story structure and plot, I think a couple of things can be key:

One, knowing what your overall point is or what theme you’re writing the story to explore is massively helpful. Obviously you don’t have to know right in that initial inspiration rush where you’re just splatting it all onto a document but once that’s happened I do find it helpful or even critical with long stories to have a point in mind so you can properly structure the story. Once you have that in can be easier to get a sense of where scenes should go and what you might need at a certain spot that’s giving you issues.

Two, while it’s totally true that sometimes your own stories get boring because you’ve read them a billion times, sometimes it really is because you as a reader need a bombshell. So give the story one! Make it work for you though, in as many ways as you can. Use it to tie in an earlier point, to give a character a revelation, to force a conversation that’s been needed. Whatever. Give your story an excitement boost and a narrative momentum push all at the same time.

In terms of knowing when the story is done I think step one is accepting that you’ll never be done fiddling with it. I read back stories now and want to reword sentences. I really do think that when you’ve hit all of your points, you’ve had your big daydream scene and you’ve got the emotionally resonant scenes in place there’s a point where you feel overall content with the story. It’ll never be perfect and that’s okay! Nobody is paying you for this so it doesn’t have to be! There’s always a stage for me where I’m like “yes, I’ve achieved what I wanted here and I’m dying to share it.” That’s when it goes into quarantine and then it starts getting posted.

With the consistent posting schedule I must mention that I write all of my stories in advance of posting so that’s a massive part of the equation for me (I do flesh out scenes or adjust tone based off of reader feedback as we go though). Please never think that I’m churning out like 20k worth of words for three different stories each week. That is not the case at all.

I hope any of this helped!

[noahideahwrites]

About the alpha — Multifandom

Notes: This is in no way, shape, or form how you have to imagine their meetings or who they are in my writings, I always try to keep these vague, but in case you want to know how I think their story and meeting with the omegas would go.

I will do Inuyasha's characters separately, cause I think of so many ways they could meet each other, and that's to all of the characters.

Warnings: might have grammar errors, heavy spoilers on HTTYD, and mild on Voltron (principally Shiro's and Lotor's)

Now I must explain this first, when I make a Character x Reader I don't normally include the other characters having an Alpha(Reader), so if in certain scenarios where they would be the "same person" just think of two different universes.

I'm also aware that some of these might change significantly or completely the plotline of their anime/series.

» Voltron:

For Keith and Lance, I imagine the alpha being an Altean who was with Coran and Allura, more specifically Allura's older brother (by a maximum of 5 years).

For Hunk the alpha is another race of aliens, I cannot choose between Galra and Olkari, so maybe a hybrid of both. I just know I would love for his alpha to be a Blade of Marmora member.

For Shiro is a lot more simple, they would be a human, either part of the Atlas crew or a civilian he met after the war. If he met them before the Cerberus mission (like Adam), I do think Alpha would also go to the mission.

Now for Lotor is more complicated, I would love for him to have a childhood friend with who he fell in love in the future, but for that to happen they would have to be Galra and I don't know if he would fall in love with a Galra considering what he said about them on his close to last moments. So he might fall in love before his hatred started, that's the only way this could ever work.

» Stardew Valley:

Obviously, for both Sam and Sebastian, the alpha would be the new farmer, but I think the way they would meet is different.

While Sam has seen the farmer around town and pretty early on have talked to them and become friends, that's a little more difficult for Sebastian, who spends most of his days inside his room.

So the farmer will have heard of him by Sam and Robin, maybe even Abigail and Maru, but has never seen him. The first time they see each other is on a rainy day when Sebastian decides to go to the beach.

» How To Train Your Dragon:

Hiccup and Snotlout would only date someone who's from Berk, preferably a fellow Dragon Rider. For Dagur we have two ways, either alpha was a dragon hunter and redeem themselves with Dagur, or they're a Defender of the Wing member who worked close to the Dragon Riders on some missions (I love Dagur and Mala as a couple, even though it was kind of rushed).

For Viggo, he would only date a Dragon Hunter, but they would've only become one because of him, they wouldn't feel pleasure in killing or slaving dragons. When he went to hide after falling into the volcano, he would have made his alpha hide with him, and on his redeem, they both would die.

» Boku no Hero:

For all three of them (Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima), their alpha is in the hero support class and they're the ones responsible for their omega's hero suit. Or they're at a maximum a civilian, I cannot see them dating another hero, I don't know why.

» Nanbaka:

These are quite simple also, for Musashi and Liang alpha would have to be an inmate, but not for a serious crime like murder, maybe they're in for robbery (for survival) or for escaping arrest/prison.

For Hajime, they would either be a civilian who visits him from time to time, or another guard as long as their relationship doesn't affect their work.

Enki depends on the time, if they met when he was a guard then they would have to be a guard, but if they met when he became an inmate, then they would also have to be an inmate.

[nrnyx]

Oh my god, I think you might be branwen777, and so many other aliases!! I’ve read so many of your stories growing up! I’ve followed you through several fandoms and ships (qaf, hp,glee, sterek…)! If this is truly you I need you to know how I’ve loved all of the stories of yours that I’ve read over the years, beginning in my very young teenhood. You were my fav author ever, and every once in a while I rererereread some of your work and I fall in love once again. Thank you so much for all those plots and wonderful fics. I always saw you as this very mysterious, very prolific, very imaginative and very thorough author. Always giving more to the fictions’ with context : outfits, musics, pictures… god I had lost track of you at some point and I’ve wondered a few time over the years what you had become and if you had made it to publishing your own content! I’m sorry if I’m mistaken but it is late here and I’ve just had a rush of adrenaline in my system!

Sorry, it took me a minute to respond. I haven't been logged in lately. Thank you so much! Yes, I once wrote under the penname Branwen777 on fanfiction.net and LiveJournal from what I remember, although I might have posted other places. It was my first penname back when I was fourteen and first starting in fanfiction. Over twenty years ago now, I think. It blows my mind that people still remember those fics and read them. You guys make me feel so special. I've reposted a few of those fics on my AO3 account under NrNyx, along with some new content. My life took a different path from writing, but still in the creative realm of marketing. A few years ago, I found I missed fandom, and I had more free time to write again, so I started back up. I hope you like my new content as much as my old. My writing has certainly gotten better I think! I reread old stuff and cringe at some of the overly dramatic teen drama and grammar errors (but I was in highschool at the time). I fixed some of that in the ones I've reposted. I hope you enjoy!

[haileyywrites]

hello, how are you? ^_^ if it's okay, may i please request qiqi, klee, diona, sayu, dori, nahida and yaoyao all spending a day together with a fem!reader?

maybe with the reader being the traveler, but not being aether nor lumine, but a reader!traveler or something?

Summary: While travelling across the vast lands of Teyvat you decide to take a break and spend some time with your little friends by inviting them into your Serenitea Pot!

Pairing: Qiqi, Klee, Diona, Sayu, Nahida and Yaoyao x Gn-reader! (Platonic!)

Warnings: Paimon is included! Written with Fem-reader in mind! Reader is referred to as "you/she/her" or "Traveler" or "Honorary Knight"! It's long! Possible grammar errors as I'm lazy and this is long! (Sorry!)

Notes: Thank you so much for the request Anon! I hope I did a good job writing this; it was really fun! I couldn't find a way to include Dori - I'm sorry Anon! Feel free to request again if you specifically want her included and I'll make it happen! Also so sorry for taking so long to finish this!! <33

Adventuring throughout Teyvat was extremely rewarding, yet exhausting. Lately it hadn't even been that rewarding, both you and Paimon were quite tired of searching each and every corner of Teyvat only to end up empty handed despite your best efforts... It was high time you took a small break from adventuring and had a relaxing vacation in the comfort of your Serenitea Pot!

You arrived swiftly inside and were greeted with the familiar sight of your house and all the things you had placed outside to make the place more homely! Your eyes roamed through it all as a proud smile rested on your lips. Soon your attention was caught by a particular quest of yours that stood under the shade of a tree, she stood there with some finches happily chirping by her side - one of them even settled on her head! With a smile you approached Qiqi, careful to not startle her or her bird friends.

“Hello, Qiqi!” You greeted her with Paimon following your example and doing the same.

“Hello, Traveler and Paimon...” She slowly greeted back.

Only after looking up did you notice you weren't alone, as Sayu was laying on one of the braches deep in sleep without a care in the world - though you couldn't help, but worry that she would fall down! But hearing the front door to your mansion open your attention was brought elsewhere as you turned around to see Yaoyao along with Diona rushing out with their hands filled with snacks and drinks.

“Hi, Traveler!” Yaoyao greeted you with a big smile.

“I'm sure she didn't ignore you on purpose.” You poked her side playfully.

“Hey! Paimon's here too you know!” Paimon crossed her arms, clearly offended.

“Hey! Do you plan on just standing there or are you going to help? My hands are full you know!” Diona huffed.

You quickly acted and took half of the drinks from her into your own hands - even for a bartender it was too many drinks for one person to carry, you weren't sure how she managed to carry them this far by herself! Diona let out a sigh of relief when freed from half of the glasses before greeting you like the others had previously.

“So are you guys having a picnic or what?” Paimon asked curiously.

“Yes we are! We were planning to just have a snack together, but then the others asked for some too!” Yaoyao explained.

“Others?” You and Paimon asked in unison.

“Oh, they haven't returned yet.” Yaoyao started to look around for someone.

“Klee went to look for a picnic blanket and Nahida said she'd clean up the kitchen before joining us.” Diona explained.

“I should go help her clean up!” Yaoyao offered.

“It's okay, I'll go help her.” You interjected.

“Then I'll go help Klee!” She smiled.

“You really can't sit still.” Paimon joked.

The three of you entered the mansion, but split up as Yaoyao went to seek out Klee and you headed for the kitchen with Paimon. There you found a very puzzled looking Nahida as she stared at the dirty dishes and left over materials that Diona and Yaoyao didn't yet put away.

“Hi, Nahida! Need some help?” You broke her train of thought.

“Traveler! It's been a while, how have you been?” She excitedly approached you.

“Just fine! Paimon and I decided to take a vacation for a while and came to help you clean up!” You explained.

“Oh, I see... I'm sorry Traveler, I haven't washed dishes before and I didn't want to mess up.” She slumped her shoulders.

“It's okay Nahida, Paimon doesn't know how either!” Paimon proudly declared.

“Right! We're happy to help.” You pat her head gently in reassurance.

With a nod of understanding from the young Archon you asked her to take care of putting things away while you would do the dishes; Paimon opted to help out Nahida instead of helping you wash the dirty things Diona and Yaoyao had used to prepare the feast you would soon be joining.

Time flew by as you caught up with Nahida; telling her about your recent adventures, in turn you asked her how she and Sumeru were doing lately. Doing the dishes might not be your favourite chore to do, but with good company it was akin to relaxing. Soon enough the kitchen was as good as new and the three of you were able to finally join the others outside!

“Miss Honorary Knight and Paimon!” Klee shouted as she ran towards you full speed.

You were barely able to react and catch her when she jumped into your arms, tightly holding onto you. Despite her young age and small size she hugged you with incredible strength! You hugged her back while trying your best to not pass out due to lack of air getting into your lungs.

“Uh, Klee? Paimon thinks you're suffocating her!” Paimon stated in worry.

“Oh - sorry!” She giggled and relented her grip.

“It's okay. Hello to you too Klee!” You greeted her while gasping for air.

“Can we get to it already?” Diona sighed.

“Yeah! Paimon wants to eat already!” Paimon begged.

“Okay, okay! Let's start with the blanket.” You calmly put down Klee before picking up said blanket.

Klee, Yaoyao and Diona were quick to come to your aid, each of them picked a corner of the blacket and helped you spread it out evenly on the grass. Everyone helped place the drinks and food on the blacket before sitting down together to enjoy - well everyone except you.

“Sayu! Sayu come down for some snacks!” You shouted gently to not startle her or hurt Diona's sensitive ears.

The little ninja stirred awake and yawned loudly while stretching, she skilfully and quickly got down from the tree while still quite sleepy. She rolled over right next to you with her head soon falling against your arm, poor thing was still waking up and could barely hold her own head up. You didn't mind in the slightest and tried your best to stay as still as you could to not disturb her if she wanted to continue sleeping.

After eating you all decided to play some hide and seek to release all the energy the little one's got from the sugary drinks and food! Paimon opted not to join the game and istead stayed to eat any left overs she could, she truly had an abnormal appetite... Some activity like this wouldn't be bad for her at all, but you didn't wish to force her to join against her will.

You were chosen to be the first seeker while everyone else hid, you were looking forward to their hiding spots! You had designed the teapot yourself which gave you an advantage over them, but you were certain that some like Sayu would make it quite a challenge for you. Soon you reached the count of thirty and the hunt began!

You only had to turn around to see Nahida peeking at you from behind a tree not too far away... You wanted to leave her be so she wouldn't lose so quickly on the first round, but it wouldn't be fair to the others to do so. With a heavy heart you approached her and told her to come out from hiding.

“I've never played this game before.” She laughed awkwardly.

“Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do better bext time!” You encouraged her.

She nodded and ran back to the picnic blanket to wait for the game to end. Your next target wasn't even hiding as Qiqi stood on the porch right next to Tubby looking starstruck. You probably should have expected that she might get distracted or even forget about the game all together, but like before you approached her and told her to go join Nahida.

This time it took you a bit longer to find someone, though you couldn't help but chuckle when you spotted a pair of cat ears peeking ever so slightly from a bush. Diona was disappointed from not winning, but she cheered up a bit after hearing she wasn't the first one to be found.

Once again it took you some time before you were able to find Klee, she was hiding behind a large structure and thus you were unable to see her before you went behind it - which you didn't think to do before since you wanted to check the obvious spots first; just in case!

Now the only one left was unsurprisingly, Sayu. You were expecting this of course, she is a ninja after all! It felt like you were looking for her forever... You had looked everywhere twice, every stone and tree - you just couldn't find her! You were ready to give up until you heard something, the sound of soft snoring that was coming from above - from the roof!

After an arduous clim you were able to safely retrieve the sleeping Sayu and bring her down from the roof to join the others... Seeing how exhausted everyone were after eating and playing you decided to take a nap power together.

Sayu was sleeping next to you already and despite how much energy Klee had, she was able to calm down enough to crawl next to you as well. Diona was happy enough near your feet where she could have her own space and Nahida was on the other side looking the most exited about the idea of dreaming. Yaoyao and Qiqi were on your left together and Paimon was on your right, next to Sayu.

You closed your eyes as the sun began setting in the distance making everything glow warm yellow, the air was warm with a gentle and cool wind brushing over you occasionally. The soft snores didn't bother you in the slightest with how relaxed and at peace you felt... You wished moments like these would last forever.

Feel free to like, comment and or reblog! Any interaction with this post is greatly appreciated <3

[raysoleil]

helllooooooooo !!!

here to respond to ur comment and react to ur fic!!!

first of all, i enjoyed it!! u did a good job, dont ever doubt that! writing is hard :3

so the biggest thing i noticed is grammar and punctuation errors, which is super fine and chill bc u said english isnt ur first language, and im not gonna gatekeep the english language lol. and dw, english speakers also struggle with that stuff i see it ALL the time, so i hope u dont think im attacking u for that. its something new writers all have to learn, so just take a little extra time to look at that. something helpful to do is to read it out loud, that way you can hear the natural pauses (period) or hesitations (comma) that should be there. u dont have to study a book of grammar, but look at things you already read and feel out where the author places certain punctuations.

beyond that....

something i really liked was how you built tension and suspicion between terzo and omega. you did a very good job with the emotions, with making it clear how scared terzo was and reluctant omega was. it was very foreboding and excellent.

another thing i liked was that final scene. so sad ): brutal that they made omega watch fr, like he needed to be put in his place, reminded of his role, punished. how intriguing indeed...... it makes me want to know why he was dragged down there to watch, which would make a very interesting part 2.

ill give you one thing to work on for ur next project! focus on pacing. take your time with the emotions, with the actions. you do a good job with letting the dialogue speak, but you should add more detail in the transitions, in the descriptions. pacing is hard, but the best thing to do is just let the scene play in ur head and describe as many details as u can see. to me, writing is like watching a movie in my head, and reading is letting your audience see it too :>

dont forget to keep writing! practice is the best tool for improving!

<3

Thank you so much! I've gotten told about my grammar before and I honestly have improved since then.

I'm glad you liked how I depicted emotions and the tension! I'm really happy about your feedback and will immediately look at it!

About the part 2 I honestly think I could make one where it says what and why they did that to Omega BUT I'm not sure since it was a creative rush that caused me to write this fic, i barely get those anymore haha!

I hope we can keep looking into each other's content! I'm so happy I could jump right now! When I saw you followed me and also responded to my comments and all that I genuinely was really excited!

As a small content creator that obviously has just started I feel like this is such a huge goal completed and I thank you immensely for that.

Please keep doing your amazing content! (Can't wait to see how Omega and Terzo end on the little monster fic)

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||An Officer's Corruption-Sinful trails of the six claws OVA - Part four||

Hello there dears, Peahen mom here but It's time to add another part to this mini series but it's to add a part to the OVA my wonderful friend Demon-mun is writing.

If you wish to see how or where everything is going, you can follow up on the chapters down below.

||Previous Chapters 1-7||((Click here))

Part Eight ((Slight NSFW warning))

Part Nine

Part Ten ( NSFW Warning )

Part Eleven ( Slight NSFW Warning )

||OVA Chapters||

OVA part one

OVA part two

OVA part three

((Your reading OVA part four))

||Warning||

~Heavy Violence Is present in this

~A lot and lots of fighting will be present in this

~NSFW (Blood, gore is present))

||Drabble Summary||

It's a mad house seeing many fights going out even with prisoners being all over. With some trying to regain control of the situation, the ring leader named katana devil. Right now, Officer Ink, Officer Violet, and Officer Vin-Shia are trying to regain peace. However, some of the prisoners like the six claws, Itadori, Megumi, Kisho were out and wondering how this will play out? Read to find out.

||Guests in Drabble||

Kinie Ger, Ira"Kali" Vin-Shia, and Van Ink belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths Also Kisho belongs to her but is from the side blog @chunibyo-x-sorcerer

Jinx violet and Rex oxford mills are my oc's that belong to me and the same for Sukuna Ryomen, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro comes from Jujutsu Kaisen but also me due to having him as a muse.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

It was complete chaos within the Upstate T Prison Facility as a sudden prison break has happened. Most of the prisoners were forced back into their cells even if most of the power was going wacky. Right now, Kinie ger was looking about rushing down the main hall hearing the chaos.

"Hey! I need a update damn it! Are the hackers getting the power back under control to relock the prisoners!?" she shouted hearing the gun shots going off while another explosion was heard.

'Their trying Ma'am but right now. Most of the inmates are back in their cells though a lot of them are trying to fight through it and break out!'

"THEN GET THOSE DAMN DOORS BLOCKED OFF! I DON'T WANT NOT ONE ASS HOLE ESCAPING MY PRISON!" she shouted. "Tell those hackers to do something!"

'Y..Yes ma'am!' one officer said trying to radio the hackers.

~~~~At the Hacker prison mainframe building~~~~~

"SYSTEMS ARE GOING DOWN! POWER IS NOW AT 45%"

"More men have been see coming from the outside!"

"I can't override whoever took over the prison main controls! It's locking me out!!"

"More of those guys are still breaking into the prison but more of them are hurting and killing other officers!"

"Officers 34-55 please respond! Your radios are malfunctioning! I need you to respond to me!"

Officers Thomson and Officer Virian were quickly working on getting everything back online but seeing the chaos from the Computer screens were not helping. The alarms were blaring right now and it got both hackers working harder.

"Come on guys, keep that main frame up! We need to get power back to Kinie's prison!" Mouse shouted orders seeing more shouting and trying to fix it.

"Fosh, any luck trying to get those generators back up?!" Mouse asked.

"WORKING ON IT!" he said looking at the screen but Mouse was working seeing the red flashing lights from the screen. She just hopes everyone is alright there.

~~~~~~~Back at the prison with KInie Ger~~~~~~~~

"Come on, guys! Give me a update!" she said gripping the radio.

'More of the guys in suits are coming in! Their bring in more heavy guns to fight!'

'Hold your stations officers! Don't let anymore through!'

'Damn it! This asshole is going to destroy my prison! I am going to fucking kill him if I get my hands on that fucking devil!!' she growls but heard more gunshots going off. However, Sukuna was silent but he was angry. Very very angry. Whoever this asshole was, he better prey he don't hurt his baby brother. However, he didn't panic.

Given how Itadori and his friends fights, they will be sure none gets the chance to lay a hand on them.

"Damn it, hello can anyone read me!? Tell me what is fucking happening!! Does anyone Copy!?" Kinie shouted but more noises and static is heard that she was getting mad. Her hand gripping the radio tightly as Sukuna noticed.

"Grrrrr..Fuck!"

~~~~~Meanwhile with Jinx and Ink~~~~~~~

Both officers were running down the hallway back to the East wing seeing it was clearly a giant mess. Most of the fighting was being spread out through the prison but the two keeps running.

"We need to find them! They have to be here somewhere!" Ink said running but Jinx keeps following before they made a right turn seeing the mess hall destroyed. However, the two sees a few guys in the suits.

"!?"

"Huh? HEY STOP RIGHT THERE!" One said but right away both women jumps on either side taking cover from the gunshots that rang out. Jinx held up the table that was deflecting the bullets with Ink doing the same on the other one.

As both take cover, the gun fire keeps going that Ink grits her teeth frowning. She didn't have time for this! She had to find the six claws before they something bad happens!

"Jinx!"

"I know!"

As soon as the gun fire stops, both Ink and Jinx quickly dashes from behind the tables right towards the men in suits. "Hurry and kill them!" One said taking aim before Ink quickly jumps to dive down.

"Oh no you don't! Raptor Kick!!" she kicks two of them right in the face that they crash right through the wall or through the metal doors. The other three tries to fire at Jinx but she ran quicker showing some black flames that she quickly threw some fireballs to heat up their guns.

They scream in pain from the intense heat before she slams two fireballs into their stomachs, knocking them out rather hard. Both saw they knocked them out before rushing out. They had to get to the left wing to see if Kali was alright. Or hope the ones their looking for is there.

~~~~Left Wing~~~~

Kali was dodging and blocking the attacks and swings of this damn Katana devil. He saw her still dodging and trying to knock him down even with the swings of the sharp katana almost cutting her head off.

"Grrrrrr, get out of my way you bitch!!"

"Fuck you asshole! I'm not letting you out of my sight!" Kali said to back flip kicking the katana devil in the chest right into or through some wall. She quickly tries to kick him down only to dodge from a swing. "Fuck!"

"All prisoners and guards. Give us the chainsaw devil, Denji."

"If you do, you can come with us and get a reward."

"And who the hell is that!?" Kali shouted but she dodges another swing and some things being thrown at her. Her eyes looks to this damn demon but the imp hovering near by was seeing all this. Even with Rex remaining in his cell, he only watches curious to how she'll take care of it.

"......" Though, he could offer some help but that might lead him to asking for another favor or request. Right now, he wants to see how she'll take care of this. However, Kali remains standing holding a metal staff that was near by.

"Hahahaha! You think you can really fight me!? YOU!? Look, I don't want anything to do with you. I want that chainsaw fucker! Now get out of my way!"

"I'm not letting you out of my sight! You wanna get by me, you'll have to kill me!" she said only for him to growl to look at her.

"Fine! I'll take the pleasure of slicing your head then!" he roars charging at her as the two kept on fighting.

~~~~~~The six claws~~~~~~~

"Geez, it's crazy in here. All these idiots are just causing a bigger riot to happen!" Rin shouted having to knock a prisoner out due to the massive fighting. The other six claws did take down a few themselves trying to get through this damn prison.

"THEN WE NEED TO FUCKING DO SOMETHING! WE NEED A WAY OUT!" Bakugo shouted even kicking a prisoner in the balls as he groans rolling in pain.

"Right now, we need to find a clearing away from all this. The fighting is going to get worse and worse the longer this keeps going. However, judging by the men in suits, they are going to kill every officer that stands in their way. Even Officer Vanguard herself." Midoriya looks ahead but he saw that the other men heard this then looks ahead.

"But as I said, we should wait this out. Given the fact we might know more about who is causing this and another way in order to see how it plays out."

"And you still think that's a wise choice with everything going on? And the fact someone is trying to fucking find me?" Denji looks to him but he still remains calm. The expression on his face shows that.

"Believe me, I do......for now, we should keep our wits and see how it goes." He said but the other five keeps moving to see how it did play out just to be sure.

~~~~~~~Meanwhile with Itadori, Kisho, and Megumi~~~~~~~~~~

The three have already taken down some of the guys in suits, with some being knocked out bleeding from injuries. Or just some moves by Itadori. Though, he was more focused on finding officer Violet. She had to be around here but given the choice, he was hoping she was still with Officer Vanguard.

"Come on guys! We should try this way!" Megumi points down a hallway but Itadori looks to him.

"We could but we don't know if more of those assholes are down there!"

"Well, we have to go somewhere or they might find us! So where do we go!" Kisho asked but as the two think, another explosion was heard with more shouting and fighting. Damn it, this is getting on Itadori's nerves but he looks to think.

"Come on, lets try this way!" Itadori said as the other two followed him. However, he was running already ramming down any man in the suit down. He had to find Jinx and prey she was alright.

'If you get fucking hurt I won't forgive you kitten..' he thought running by that he goes through the door with Megumi and Kisho following him.

~~~~~Near the Left Wing~~~~~~

Jinx and Ink kept on running through the hallway, hoping to find Kali down here. They heard that their is more fighting in other areas on this floor but the two were hoping to find their friend somewhere.

"Do you think she's still here?" Jinx asked panting but Ink nods looking around.

"She has to be! I know Kali and she is still close. I can just feel it!" Ink said. As both women run down the hallway, a sudden crashing noise was heard with a smash of glass. The two blinks to hear before a shout was heard a familiar one.

"That was Kali!" Ink said running down the hallway with Jinx following her.

~~~~~~~

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I got you now! I'll enjoy being able to break your pretty neck!" the Katana devil laughed now pinning Kali to the wall by the throat. She chocked gripping his wrist trying to loosen it's hold on her. The imp tries to distract the devil but it swings it's knife making the imp fly back still trying.

"Stupid little-"

"LET ME THE FUCK GO YOU ASSHOLE!" Kali said that she kicks the devil back right through the set of windows right into the hallway. That's when Jinx and Ink show up but stops to see this. They gasped seeing the devil but Kali rushes to try keeping it down as he was struggling.

"KALI!!"

"Huh!?" she looks over to see them while keeping the Katana devil down. "WHAT ARE YOU TWO IDIOTS DOING HERE!? YOU NEED TO FIND THE SIX CLAWS AND ITADORI'S GROUP!"

"But we heard shouting in the hallway Kali! We can hel-"

"NO!! JUST GO AND FIND THEM!" she said looking to them, only to get back handed from the devil right through the wall.

"Kali!!!" As both Ink and Jinx tries to go help her, two more stronger devils show up. Their shadows shows behind making the two turn around quickly. In slow motion, each one throws a punch sending them flying right through some walls. Ink and Jinx lands on either side with one. Jinx groans holding her head but she saw she's in a training room as the one eyed devil roars at her. She shook her head but gets up.

"I'll enjoy eating your bones!" he said but Jinx looks only to glare.

"Tch..I don't have time for this!" she said getting ready to fight.

"If you wanna get by me, then fight me!" It roars throwing some slime balls at her only for Jinx do duck and only jumps back seeing it trying to attack her. She backflips to kick the devil back hard into the floor. She then lands to see it trying to kill her, watching Jinx dodging rather quickly.

"Stop moving!" It shouts only to miss again. Jinx back flips to land on her feet again before getting on her hands and feet in a striking pose as the room begins heating up. The devil blinks it's one eye before seeing some black flames showing up around Jinx and on her body. The flamed panther ears and the two tails show that she snarls.

"Get out of my way! I don't have time to deal with you!"

"Ohhh you wanna fight now!? Well, too bad because you'll have to get rid of me to get out and help your friends. So, lets see how good you are kitty cat!" It said seeing Jinx now rushing on all fours to fight this devil.

On the other side, Ink was getting back up but she was the other devil here with her. She looks seeing it clicking it's claws ready to cut her in two. However, Ink was dodging trying to keep this thing back. She didn't have time for this! She had to see if Jinx and Kali was alright.

"Move!!" Ink shouted and yet, the devil laughed not moving but tires to attack again. She jumps back feeling the shaking from the attack but her mind was focused on finding the six claws. She'll have to take care of this devil before she and Jinx can find their inmates here.

As for Kali she coughs rolling on her side but was forcing herself to stand seeing she's in the swimming area? Wait, when did they have a-nevermind. She saw this.

"Are you alright?" the imp speaks in Kali's head as she shook it off to see the glass but brushes it off.

"I'm fine. Where is that fucking Katana devil? I'm going to wring his neck!"

"Remember what I said, Be careful Miss Vin-Shia this devil is dangerous but you-"

"I know that! I can beat this asshole-" As she speaks, she saw the Katana charging again only to dodges seeing him ram through the door. She looks to see this but rushes to try fighting again. This guy won't go down but Kali won't let him win!

"Grrrr, if you just tell me where Denji is I'll let you go!"

"I said NO! You'll have to get past me if you wanna do that but I won't let you!" she said only to get rammed through another wall by the Katana devil. The fight continues between them along with two more along the way.

The Chaos continues here in Prison. What else is next to happen???

[stacywaters]

Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH2 - Yoongi

(Yoongi POV)

Hoseok comes running into the flower shop, a bright smile plastered all over his face.

"I'm guessing it went well?" I say.

"It was great! She was amazing-, You have to talk to her!!"

"I'm glad you have a new friend, but don't drag me into this."

"I'm serious Yoongi! You'd really like her! Besides, she told me she was into writing! Didn't you say just a few days ago that you need help on the writing for your songs? You should talk to her! She writes stories but I'm sure she could help with lyrics too!" Hoseok beamed.

"Okay. Maybe tomorrow." I agreed.

"Yes! Let's go first thing tomorrow! I'll text her right-"

"No! Don't text her, I said maybe!"

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"Are you ready to go?" Hoseok asks excitedly.

"We're just going next door. It's not a big deal.." I say, butterflies building in my stomach.

We open the door to the cafe and go inside. Walking up to the counter, every step weighs me down. What if she doesn't like me? What if I say the wrong thing and make a fool of myself? What if-

"Hey it's you again!" She greets Hoseok, "Is this the friend you run the flower shop with?"

"Yeah!" Hoseok turns to me and motions to introduce myself.

"Ah-uh.., I'm Yoongi, and you are?" I ask.

"I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you, Yoongi." Y/N says.

My name sounds sweet as sugar against her tongue. She looks like she's from a movie. I stare at her like she's just a screenshot. The light brushes through her hair and sparkles in her eyes. She looks pure, but like a thousand thoughts are swimming through her head. A thousand thoughts I'll never know. I pull myself away.

"Ah, shoot, I just remembered that technically our shop is still open and no one's there to watch it. I better get back, enjoy your conversation guys!" Hoseok blurted out before rushing out of the cafe, leaving me on my own.

I turn back to her and she smiles at me, "So, what inspired you to start a flower shop?" She asks.

"Ah, well, I guess it was kind of more Hoseok's thing. I did like the idea of incorporating new flowers into bouquets that you don't usually see. There are so many beautiful flowers and plants that just aren't given the same attention that some are. I think that maybe through this shop we can show people that."

"That's beautiful.." She whispered, "I wouldn't have expected that. That's really sweet."

She purses her lips and looks away, snapping me out of my fantasy. I turn and face the window, what can I ask her?

"Why did you start a cafe?"

She looks up to me and grins, "Actually, it's more just a side project. Or I can at least hope."

"Do you not like running the cafe?" I say.

"No, don't get me wrong, it's pleasant. I love the atmosphere, but it's not my dream." Her voice turns to a whisper as she ends her sentence.

(Y/N POV)   

From what you've heard-and that isn't much-this guy doesn't get out a lot. You feel like on some level, you can connect to him. Are you, too, hiding? Maybe he's right. This cafe isn't your dream.

"Sorry if that question was too personal.., You don't have to answer if you aren't comfortable" He begins, worry evident in his voice.

You respond, "It wasn't too personal a question. It was a good question. I'm still trying to think of an answer."

"Oh okay, take your time" He exhales.

"To be honest with you? When I was younger I wanted to be a writer. I already told that much to Hoseok. However, when I was in like, I don't know, 4th grade maybe? We had this project where we had to write a story. I had so much fun crafting my characters and adding new plot twists. I showed it to all my friends and we named characters after each other, it was a lot of fun."

He leans against the counter, "What happened?"

"When I got my story back, the teacher had covered it in red pen. Grammar mistakes, spelling errors, but mainly comments. She kept saying things about how the plot was 'unrealistic' and I needed to make my story simpler. Reading through my classmates' stories, they had a much better flow. I guess that's when I sort of lost my confidence."

He pauses for a moment, "...can I read some of your writing?"

"No, no.. it's really not good. I haven't even got anything published yet. You don't-"

"I want to read it." He states.

You sigh and head to the back room, grabbing a notebook from your bag. Opening up to a page, you say, "It's not edited or anything so it might be bad.., just stop reading if it's too terrible."

He doesn't listen, and instead scans over the page, reading your newest work. It's been so long since you've had anyone read your work, all you can do is stare at the ground in silent panic.

When he finishes the short story, he looks up at you with a bright smile, "What are you talking about? This is so good! It was really engaging and your characters are so unique. I want to read more of your work, in fact, if it's not too straightforward.., could I ask a favor of you?"

You freeze in shock, He... liked it? You begin to respond, "What is it?"

"Well, I've been working on some new music lately and could really use some help. Would you mind taking a look at it?" He asks.

You agree. He smiles, "Would you mind coming over tomorrow then?"

"Sure! I'll come."

"Ah, I guess I should give you my number then,.."

Author Note:

Hello everybody!! How are you today? I'm working on so many stories right now but please stick with me! I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Also a very happy birthday to my bias, J-HOPE!!! 💕🐿️☀️

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