#j.writes

[yeetmeoffjueyunkarst]

In another universe.

Mistakes were made, forces drove you two apart. But every night, where their greatest desires come alive, they would wish desperately you were still with them.

ft angst w various characters

part 2 here

In that universe, they weren't afraid to love loudly.

They were hurt by those who they loved, being behind nothing but the ashes of their past selves.

Once hot and passionate with love, their flame was now burned to a crisp, no trace of affection left.

But you came with that spark, the one chance for their heart to reignite with love and affection.

They cursed themselves fools for not realising the warmth and brightness. you brought into their lives.

And by the time they realised it. You were already gone, your flame burning in the distance, where they could never feel your warmth again.

Xiao, Diluc, Sara, Rosaria,

In that universe, they would have done anything to protect you.

You don't understand what you meant to them. You never did. Your laugh, your smile, your eyes. Everything about you, they worshipped, even more than their own beliefs, their own values, their own Archons and Gods.

You weren't just a friend to them. You were a lover, a safe space, a protector, a healer, a fighter, and more to them.

You were everything.

How were they supposed to move on when everything was robbed, snatched away from them like a thief who stole? Robbers who plundered everything good from you, and left you an empty shell?

How could they forget everything that they went through with you? You were always with them, they couldn't bear the grief.

If the power of Hydro was to take any shape, then please, take the shape of you, so that they could pretend.

Or perhaps, take them. Take them with you. They can't feel anything if you weren't there.

Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Yae Miko, Kokomi.

In that universe, they were free to love you.

No judgement from society, parents, peers. None of that. In that world, everyone would be supportive of your ties with them. Everyone would have loved the both of you together.

There's no restrictions from loving you. No responsibilities, no barriers, no obstacles to your love.

You two couldn't be separated. Never.

So why? Why is someone else beside them in the bed where you should be? Why is someone else taking up all the space that was rightfully yours?

Why weren't you beside them?

Where were you?

When did you go?

Who drove you away?

What happened?

Those questions would haunt them for the rest of their nights.

Jean, Lisa, Venti, Kaeya

In that universe, your beliefs would have aligned.

Don't get them wrong. They do love you dearly. So much, oh so much.

But one of the few things you can't change of them is their own personality. It's what makes them who they are.

There are simply some things they cannot give up, even with you on the line.

And they have let you go for it.

Somewhere along the line, when they see you happy with someone, someone who's not them. They regret.

They spend nights trying to remember the taste of your lips. The warmth of your embrace. The peasant feeling in their chest when you whisper 'I love you'.

Such is the price to pay for keeping their own beliefs.

Even though they wish you were the right one.

This is the price of going against the flow.

Ei, Keqing, Itto, Heizou,

In that universe, their dreams and desire for knowledge you accepted.

when they were young, they had simple hopes and desires

You laughed and thought of it foolish.

They despaired as you mocked their ambitions and dreams.

Now, you regret.

Regret putting down the innocent dreams and hopes of the ones you loved.

Now, it is your turn to dream. Dream, an endless dream where you could redo everything, correct your mistakes, set your path to the right path that still had them in your lives.

You will not be rewarded. They have made their dreams into reality.

Yours remains a dream, never fulfilled.

Tighnari, Amber, Xiangling, Nilou

In that universe, that answer was always you.

No second guessing, no other obligations, no need to choose between two. You were the only option, the only one that mattered.

Do I stay with you in temporary bliss, or should I choose to never be near you, lest I hurt you?

Do I kill you, or do I let you live?

Do I wish you all the best, or do I wish it never works out?

Do I approach you, or do I not?

Their minds consumed with the thought of making the right choice, they never thought of what made them happy.

You.

Life was too short to second guess too long.

Ganyu, Sucrose, Shenhe,

In that universe, they had no responsibilities.

No chains to tie them down. No contracts to hold them down. Nothing weighing down on them.

The both of you could love each other, without worrying about responsibilities, And even if there were any, so what? They won't clash, they won't affect your relationship with each other.

The both of you won't be on opposite sides, duty-bound to the faction that you were in.

The both of you didn't had to sneak about to keep the love alive, to keep the affections hidden.

One party didn't had to choose their duty over you, because you were their greatest duty.

In that universe, there was no responsibilities, other than loving each other.

Zhongli, Childe, Ningguang, Neuvillette,

In that sweet universe, the both of you existed at the same time. The stars aligned. The both of you drawn to each other like 2 magnets, perfectly fitted each other like a lock and a key, and always sticked together like bacons and eggs.

In another universe.

thought of it randomly. I did my best to fit the characters into each category.

Cheers, J

#j.writes #xiao x reader #diluc x reader #sara x reader #rosaria x reader #lyney x reader #lynette x reader #freminet x reader #yae miko x reader #kokomi x reader #jean x reader #lisa x reader #venti x reader #kaeya x reader #ei x reader #keqing x reader #itto x reader #heizou x reader #tighnari x reader #amber x reader #xiangling x reader #nilou x reader #ganyu x reader #sucrose x reader #shenhe x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #ningguang x reader #neveuillette x reader

[waloeders]

haigh..mini pre-confession fic anyone?

this is susurrus/jupe, its set after the events of fs+the dlc and the other fic i never uploaded....oops. its fine, u'll get the gist of it. also will eventually merge this into the actual story + put it on my neocities lmao

cw: fors.poken spoilers (ofc), mentions of the total destruction of athia and death in general

"ugh, my head." jupiter mumbled out, pushing themself up off the floor onto all fours. in the corner of his eye, the shattered remains of some breakbeast, that he hadn't cared to learn the name of, crumbled back into dust once more.

the last, desperate, attack from it had sent them flat on the ground and he coughed heavily at the rising pressure in his chest.

"now, that was quite the blow..." susurrus let out something akin to a snort, the golden light on their arm thrumming in turn with each word he spoke, "still, no major damage. off you go!"

jupiter rolled their eyes, but quickly regretted it as pain shot through them, "fuck..."

"oh dear, are you alright?" he muttered, tone almost sarcastic in its' sincerity, "how about we just sit nice and quietly for a minute? you still have some of those healing drafts left, no?"

in response, they flopped down to the floor, rolling onto their back to stare into the star-covered nightsky. far above, the distant moons of athia watched as he reached up with one arm, as if to catch it.

"d'you see it too jill?" jupiter mimicked, letting out a snort of exhaustion and ignoring as tears welled up, "you have no idea how much this sucks, 'rus."

"you do know i feel what you feel? i know exactly how much this 'sucks'." susurrus snarked back.

"i meant... the fighting sucks. it hurts. i'm bad at it-"

"-i hadn't noticed-" he interrupted.

"-but athia is so...empty. broken. all this fighting, all this destruction, all this death... it's so much." they mumbled, twiddling a thin strand of gold between his fingers. it had pulled itself from where susurrus lay, embedded in his right arm, and was slowly expanding throughout his body.

some part of jupiter knew, someday it would overtake him - susurrus would overtake him and then... death, presumably. from what little he had learned, very few had ever been bound to the demon and those who had..

the lucky ones died.

"there's so much here i don't understand, so many questions i have. so much of this world, its people, the culture was lost, and for what? revenge?" they continued and shook their head, sighing, "sometimes i think it burns more - knowing the world used to be full - than this," they gestured to where susurrus' golden energy had expanded up to his neck, "whole thing."

he remained silent for a moment.

"it was my duty...-is my duty. athia and its' people had to be destroyed." there was a flatness to the way the demon spoke.

"does it have to be?"

it happened whenever 'rus repeated his orders, jupiter had noted, and the strange spark of hope that sometimes intertwined itself into their chest returned.

"not all of us can escape our fate, you know. some of us run towards it, not away." the demon declared, golden light flaring up around their wrist once more.

"fates not the same as duty." they remarked, "and just because its' our duty, doesn't mean it's right.

"but...what if...you could? just escape your duty, your fate? would you?"

an uncomfortable silence fell as he seemed to consider the question. and, as they stared up at the distant, unfamiliar stars, galaxies away from home, the blonde man's thoughts began to spiral, tears finally spilling out.

"...you should make for a Refuge, instead of lounging out here - its' not safe. there's one nearby." he spoke up in barely a whisper, releasing a trail of miniature golden birds that they had become familiar with.

jupiter sighed, mumbling "alright.." and moved to follow. it was unlikely 'rus would answer the question today, then, but a small smile still wound its' way to them - that he had considered it at all.

and if they noticed the way one of his birds lingered particularly close to them as they hobbled along, they didn't mention it.

#jupiter.speaks #.oktorb #> <- if u want its only a lil one #j.writes #❤️.susurrus #👤.jupe #> also if anyone sees this in the fs / sussy tags...hi. bls be nice i have lore for them i prommy #> this is like. a fs2 to me. frey is in no way kicked out. jupe is just also there (+also stuck w sussy) #> anyway. i enjoyed writing this. i like a lil char dive. hes fascinating to me. #> like he believes his mission at the start of fs but by the end? the way he talks to frey? no way. he has doubts #> n post dlc reveal abt the rheddah not creating him....ohhh he has doubts babie!! #> dont think jupe knows abr the rheddah tibit here tho. not yet 😝 #> coolg. back to nap. maybe write smthn else for barney #> ALSO SORRY ABT YHR JILL REFERENCE I THINK ABT THAT LINE EVRYDAY. AND JUPE WOULD TOO

[dontneedamoonivegotyourspotlight]

It's some Hocus Pocus Shit (I'm Bewitched)

Rated T ; 20k

Pokemon Au ; Sakusa Kiyoomi is Dumb

Parte 1 di "Let's get lost in Johto"

“«Ci conviene andare, sta iniziando a fare buio» disse Atsumu, interrompendo il silenzio e portandosi una mano sugli occhi per farsi ombra e osservare il panorama.

Sakusa invece osservò il profilo dell’altro e la sua mente, che a quanto pare aveva deciso di tornare a funzionare, gli fece notare come quei colori donassero al biondo. Sentì le sue guance scoppiare, girandosi di colpo e iniziando a camminare verso la strada a sinistra, troppo preso dalla sua reazione per sentire che Atsumu gli gridava di aspettarlo.

Non era colpa sua, non era colpa sua, era colpa di quel stupido incantesimo; doveva ricordarselo, ce l’avrebbe fatta.”

Sakusa non voleva essere immischiato in quella faccenda.

Leggi su WP e AO3

#haikyuu #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #fanfic #miya atsumu #sakusa x atsumu #fanfiction #j.writes #my writing #italian #wattpad #ao3

[vampiredungeon]

Goodreads is really fun because you’ll find a list called “the greatest books of the 21st century” or something and the first book on the list is twilight and you’re like goddamn I hate twilight how’s it winning? So you go into the comments to find someone else complaining about twilight but to your horror everyone else is raving about the series and just as you’re about to comment your hatred of the book you see a guy named Tom. Tom keeps writing long winded comments about how he thinks twilight is a insult to literature and that there’s so many better books to be on the list instead etc etc and he keeps getting ripped to shreds by everyone else in the comments so you think huh maybe I should help him out here but just before you click reply you notice Tom’s profile picture is an old white guy and old white guys on goodreads usually have weird opinions so you decide to check his profile real quick and at first nothing looks wrong he lives in the us and his bio says something like “married, 3 kids, civil engineer” pretty standard for old white guys on goodreads so then you go and check out his favorites shelf but it’s all full of history and philosophy books you’ve never heard of before so you decide to compare your books and again at first nothing seems too weird most of the books you two have in common are just some classics you both left unrated and you’re about to close out of his profile when you see that he gave the really cool book you read couple months ago only one star unlike your five and he also left a review for it. So you click on the review and you’re a little nervous because one star is pretty harsh and that cool book had a lot of diversity and old white guys on goodreads love to bitch about diversity but you give him the benefit of the doubt and assume Tom just didn’t like the slower plot or the sometimes dull dialogue and then you start reading the review and are immediately blasted by sentence after sentence of: “Horrible woke pandering” “A disgrace to the genre” “Unnecessary social commentary” “Disrespectful to my IQ level” The review is paragraphs long and feels never ending and you desperately scroll through the rant hoping to find someone replying to Tom calling him out but instead you find the review has 62 likes and anyone who commented on it was applauding Tom for his bravely at speaking up against the woke mob you bite your fingers to stop yourself from replying to Tom and everyone in his comments calling them all ignorant cunts because while that would be satisfying you know none of them are going to give a fuck and you’ll probably just get your comment reported for harassment or something so instead you just close out of his profile and then you close goodreads and then you turn off your computer and drive it an hour to the nearest lake and you stand on the shore for a bit debating whether or not you throw it in but you eventually decide not to because it was kinda expensive and what are you going to do without a computer so you drive an hour back home but it actually takes longer then an hour because its dark now and it started raining so you take it extra slow and by the time you get back home it’s even darker and it’s gotten a lot colder too especially because you took off your sweatshirt to wrap around your computer because you don’t want it to get wet and your fingers are shaking pretty bad so you drop your keys twice trying to unlock your front door but by the time you do make it in you decide to take a nice long hot shower and about a half a second before the water hits your face you remember your hot water heater broke yesterday.

#I’m exaggerating #but barely #goodreads #books #writing #j.writes #that’s right this is getting the writng tags I’m counting this as a free writing exercise #anyways I’m not a huge fan of of the ending and I think the part about his review should go on a longer but I don’t feel like changing it #this is based on a true story btw

[tchaitea]

entry #124

I hate the burden of self-awareness. I noticed it as I read through old journal entries; after an extremely sentimental and cheesy sentence, I would write “sorry for being so emo.” Who am I apologizing to? Why must I apologize for my thoughts? 

Even in the privacy of my own words and thoughts, I’m not free from my own judgement. 

#thoughts #j.writes

[aristhought]

on belonging and not belonging as a queer person of colour

trying to find a place to call home, in the inbetweens. trying to ground yourself in the spaces you traverse the most, the uncertain, shifting spaces between identities.

where in queer spaces you minimize your non whiteness, relating to other queer people and experiences as a Queer Person, but not necessarily as a person of colour. spaces where your culture and ethnicity is an afterthought, an inconvenience.

with your culture, heritage, family, the place where most humans can call home, you must minimize your queerness, it being this sometimes impassable divide that fractures belonging, fractures your connection to the very place you’re from and all who came before you.

where you compromise aspects of yourself to shift into different spaces, migratory and at times - if you’re lucky - comfortable and safe, but without a real home, even if you have a physical one.

where you must choose what part of you to negotiate away in one situation over another, gently brush off the well intentioned but often misguided advice from white queer people on how to deal with family and heritage;

where Dealing With It means far more than simply closing the door and walking away. maybe we don’t want to - maybe we can’t - walk away without severing a part of ourselves that links us inextricably to where we’re from, our mother tongues, our ancestors.

maybe we don’t want to say goodbye to one part of ourselves just to make peace with another. at the end of the day, just hoping that you can eventually find a place to truly call home; a place or environment or even just a state of being where all of you is seen and heard and loved and able to just exist, all at once.

#i made a shorter post just now but. yeah i needed to express this #in a longer way #ok to rb #pride #pride month #j.exe #lgbtq #queer #((​yes absolutely white ppl can share this too)) #j.writing

[biiscione]

Jealousy for Dinner / @thxwxlf

      He wasn’t holding her hand.       He wasn’t holding her hand.       He wasn’t holding her hand like he usually does.

      So would it not be strange, now, to casually wrap his arm around her waist? Settle his forearm on the small of her back, hand atop the shelf of her hip? He never wears possessiveness well so he swallows it, standing beside Kekipi with his hands in his pockets.      The tight - lipped smile that ripples gaunt cheeks is evidence enough of his frustrations, but to the other man, obvious in his own returned smile, it’s nothing but a friendly greeting. Jonathan envies such obliviousness: to plunder another’s life with an obnoxious yet well - meaning compliment, to think nothing of doing so. And Kekipi took it with such grace, politely smiling.      She answers the man’s introductory question, something about her tattoo and the vein-like trees sprouting from the black horizon orbiting her wrist. There is a mention of technique and pressure and the blurring of lines          Jonathan is lost. What did a seemingly straight-edge former priest know of tattoos?      Well, he knew of how hers distorted on the ripples of her back, straining against the sinews of her shoulder blades. He knew how the ink - stained skin on her sternum tasted, how tattooed flesh molded to his hands. The thought eases the tension in his smile.     Despite this, shoulders remain stiff, back straight, as he watches Kekipi politely engage in conversation. There is a bit of sick pride in it, seeing how well she handles herself, the pleasantness bubbling up in her features. This friendliness, without banter and attitude, is false, and not really her. He’s almost mad with delight, delighted that she was hardly authentic with a bold, ignorant, flirty stranger.     She must have smelled those wavy hairs on his head burning, his reaction begetting him a quick side glance and a familiar smirk. He is taken aback, yanked from this state of jealousy by his shirt collar. His little wolf is delighted in this, isn’t she? Oh, he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction                Before he can alter his disposition, the hostess approaches and pulls his attention. He steps from the conversation, one he seems to only eavesdrop on, and speaks with the hostess. Their table for two was ready, in a quiet, dim lit corner of that bustling restaurant, giving a reason now to grab her by the flesh of her upper arm.     “Excuse us.” Jonathan addresses the man finally, the man who smiles up at him so warm and friendly that it almost churns Jon’s stomach.     Jealousy on an empty stomach was awful.     “It was a pleasure.” Jon says flatly.     “Pleasure to meet you both.” The man beams. Kekipi replies in kind, pulling her arm from Jon’s grasp. She snakes her now - free arm fully around Jon’s own, leaning fully into his side now. Despite her body close to his, reassuring him that she is, indeed, his, he is still reeling. Even as they sit down with their menus, Kekipi catches the stiffness of his shoulders, the crease of his brow        it was practically insatiable.      “What are you getting, my love?” She asks, hidden by the menu in her hand. She couldn’t look at him now, not with the smile teasing the corner of her mouth.      He responds just as flatly as he had before. “Non lo so.” He’s had his fill already, of luscious, girthy jealousy.

#j.writings #j.kekipi #he's actually so feral

[im-illegal]

HERES THE OC THING

"Where are those muffinheads?"

"Does it matter? As long as we have their instruments, and we do, we can just pick them up on our way to Verden."

"Yeah no I know I know but they should still be here."

"The only reason I'm here is because I passed out on the couch. It's like 6 AM, chill."

"Yeah yeah okay, then why's Ozreez here?" "Because Ozreez is the only one of us with a stable sleep schedule."

"You sure?"

"... yes"

Clunk, clunk, clunk, and the sound of heavy panting enter the garage with white hair fluffed over thick crescent horns and stone skin, "Okay," gasp, "I've managed to get," gasp, "Vera's sound system," gasp, "from the living room."

"Ozzy my man! You go lie down, I'll load it into the van."

"Oh," breathing, lighter now, "yeah, thanks." Ozreez starts to lay down on the floor before a pastel shoe nudges his knee.

"I ment like, on the couch mate. It's too early for this no matter how horrifically well adjusted your sleep schedule is."

"I- yeah. yeah. Thanks, Dianki."

"No problem with it bossman. Go, shoo." Ozreez shoes squeak across the garage floor, and the door shuts behind him.

"You're right."

Dianki turns around, "About what? I mean I'm always right but what's it this time?"

"It is way too early."

"Told ya Cisrot. You wanna go lay down too? I can get the rest, it's a nonissue."

"I'd say you're a saint but not with that mouth of yours." "Get it right ya muffinhead I'm an angel."

"Oh boy howdy I can see the reason you got stuck on earth." "Oh shut up, go take a nap." Dianki lightly shoves Cisrot and with that the door closes a second time.

"Oh muffin, I just volunteered to do so much manual labor."

-

Cisrot wakes up, and brushes her short pink hair out of her eyes and trudges her eyes towards the clock.

"S... eight?" she mumbles blearily as she wipes the sleep out of her eyes.

"Yup." A voice says from behind her causing her to jump slightly in her sleep.

"Mother of muffins don’t scare me like that."

“Well then why’dya ask?”

“I was talking to myself, Pansy! I swear the amount of disrespect from you!”

“No ‘un ever told me ya were s'posed to be respected. ‘N in my opinion ya really shouldn’t be either. ‘M not in debt to ya, you know tha’.”

“Oh hush up, I was joking.”

“... sure mate. Sure,” Panzeu laughed and twisted a strand of wild mauve hair around her finger, “‘nyways, Verata’s here too. Pretty much e’rythin’s ready, that is ‘cept for you yourself sleepyhorns.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. At least my horns don’t get caught on the blankets. If you were the one napping I’d have to buy a new one.”

“I’d say I’ve never heard truer but I’d be lyin’. Now go get dressed mate so we can get everythin’ organized ‘n’ such.”

“Alright alright. Oh wait, is Xhetek here too?”

“I think so, why?”

Cisrot squealed just a bit, “Don’t you know Panny? She makes the best breakfast! Could you please tell her to help out with that? I’d go to the hockey rink and back to have some Xhetek burritos on the trip!”

“Mhm, yeah I could sure try. Now shoo mate. Go get ready, you have nap breath.”

-

Xhetek fussed with the hem of her skirt while she sat on some tires, listening to Dianki explain to Ozreez how to pack stuff in the car most efficiently, quickly turning the whole thing into something of a tetris match. She was thinking about how the trip to Verden was going to go, knowing there was supposedly a magic storm passing just before they were supposed to arrive.

“Gosh I really hope we don’t get caught in that…'' She quietly muttered to herself, twisting the bead band she wore near the top of her horns. Wild magic storms were one of the more dangerous weather phenomena, usually taking place around the southernmost continents, but sometimes a light atmospheric disruption could easily send one elsewhere. Wild magic storms could easily send you elsewhere too. People say those who get caught and ‘displaced’ rarely return. Who knows what could happen if they ran through it, they could rapidly age, they could never be able to play music again, they could- CRASH! Xhetek was snapped out of her swirling thoughts.

“See, this is what happens when you fail trunk tetris Ozzy.” Dianki gestured to the suitcase and bag piles now laying on the cement floor.

“Are the instruments alright?” Xhetek nervously piped up from her place slightly off in the corner.

“Yeah, don’t worry Tek,” Dianki wheezed while picking up one of the suitcases, “we’re saving the instruments last so they don't get squished or nothing.”

“Oh, alright! That’s plenty smart.” She smiled lightly to herself. “Everything’s going to turn out okay.” She repeated in her head. “It’s all going to be okay.”

-

“Oh muffin please tell me everythings okay.” Panzeu thought, concerned over the loud noises from the garage. “‘M gonna hafta check on tha’ ain’t I?” She sighed to an empty room. “Yup, alright. ‘Course I am. Nothin’ spooky in the garage…” she muttered as she crept through the halls towards the garage, “nothin’ spooky at all… nope.” She slowly twisted the knob. Pushing the door open, she called out “‘S everythin’ alright in ‘ere?”

“Yup! Just some packing issues!”

Oh thank god, Dianki’s voice. Nothing spooky in her clear, bright tone. Panzeu ventured further into the garage, dragging boots over cement steps. Surveying the area, she caught Xhetek sitting in the corner, and meandered over.

“... Need somethin’ to do?” She asked, kicking her boots together a bit.

“Probably. Not doing anything too useful here, I don’t think. Worrywarting in the corner is all.” She laughed a bit, fluffing her short forest hair.

“Cisrot sent me to kin’a… ask you to cook breakfast perchance? Said you make a real mean burrito if that sounds o’ any interest to you yourself.”

“Sounds useful, I’ll get on it.” Xhetek stood, patted off her skirt, and headed towards the kitchen.

-

All congregated around the garage entrance, keeping watch.

“Any signs of ‘er?”

“No… Nothing yet.”

Light footsteps could be heard behind them, but all were too focused on the street in front of them.

“Boo.” A lace gloved hand tapped Cisrot on the shoulder.

“AH!” She stumbled back in shock, “Verata! Are you okay? Why are you so muffin late?! Don’t scare me like that!” she interrogated, slapping the cerulean hand off her shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry for that my friends. I slept in, and then my umbrella was quite hidden. I hope I didn’t make anyone worry too much.” She then twirled her black lace parasol with a flourish and sighed.

“It’s all good Vera! We got everything ready so hand me your suitcase and we’ll pack it, then we can go!” Dianki smiled and took the bag from Verata’s outstretched hand.

ART CREDIT: MYSELF @im-illegal-art

FEATURED OCS:

YES they might be fantrolls as ocs but this is a non fantroll world because i do not need to let my creative writing teacher know im a hs fan <3 (tags added <3)

#ON MY PHONE NOW #long post #j.post #j.writing #j.ocs #some of the lines r scuffed cuz i transfered it from my notes app to discord to a google doc

[im-a-beautiful-meme]

murder in the toilet by me :)

another spideypool fic filled with actual fluff oh my god it’s so much

please go and give it a read! perhaps spare a kudo! or a comment! thank you <3

#spideypool #spiderman #deadpool #trans peter parker #fanfiction #ftm peter parker #j.writing

[jenejeno-blog]

2:37am

From Donghyuck:  “You promised you would love me forever. What did I do wrong? Why did you leave? We both promised. (Y/N) please, I can’t stand being apart”

You wiped a tear from your cheek and looked up from your phone when you heard a door opening.

“We talked about it, and we have decided to do what you wish,” your mother said with a sad smile on her face. She kissed your forehead and then leaned over and unplugged your life support. 

#nct angst #nct blurb #nct imagines #nct haechan #nct donghyuck #lee donghyuck #nct haechan imagines #nct x reader #haechan imagines #haechan x reader #nct male reader #nct x male reader #haechan x male reader #j.writing

[midorikaze]

i thought i’d make a quick little masterlist post of my fics! i do have a full masterlist with warnings and summaries, so here i’ll just link to the tumblr posts

sfw:

balance: umeko/mc - 3 pages

sugar high: hanbei/mc - 4 pages

sanctuary: mitsunari/mc (ptsd comfort fic) - 4 pages

once a year: mitsunari/mc (birthday fic) - 3 pages

in between?

difficult little devil: ieyasu/mc - 3 pages

nsfw:

twice as nice: masamune/mc/kojuro - 18 pages

jealous jealous jealous girl: kojuro/mc - 7 pages

warm hands, warm heart: kojuro/mc - 4 pages

dirty little secret: shigezane/mc - 7 pages

good boy p1: yukimura/mc - 14 pages

good boy p2: yukimura/mc - 8 pages

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[yeetmeoffjueyunkarst]

In another universe... Is good enough.

part 2 to this, ft various characters previously mentioned

It's obvious that you're gone for good. The only reason why they can cope is because... they pray for the multiverse theory to be real, so that their dreams, even if not fulfilled in this universe, can be fulfilled in another universe.

For Xiao, Diluc, Sara and Rosaria.

It's obvious that you've moved on.

It's in the way your eyes shine that wonderful sparkle around someone else, the ease of your steps, the gentle grasp on another's arms.

It's the way in which all the little conversations you used to have are now exclusive with someone else.

But even then, their memory of you has not faded. You are still a warm fire in their hearts, keeping them alive even if you are not there to nourish that flame anymore.

Sometimes, they find themselves thinking of you. They think of all the good times they had with you.

Every call of your name. Every touch that burns their skin. Every smile of yours, so brilliant and vibrant in their memories.

Even if it fades... They do not regret knowing you. They do not regret loving you.

For with this, they know that they could be possible, in another universe.

For Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Yae Miko and Kokomi.

Obviously, they couldn't cross over to the world of the dead with you.

As they sit right in front of your grave, wiping it with a wet cloth, they're stuck on their thoughts on you. When you were alive.

Every little moment, from simple talks about dinner, to the back and forth bickering, to the more intimate times when you both bared body and soul to each other...

They do miss it. But the flow of time is always constant and will not stop for anyone.

"Let's go home." Their new lover, one who they would spend the rest of their lives with, without you, offers their hand.

They take their hand, getting up and moving forward.

Thank you for being part of my story. I know you want me to move on and seek someone else, even if it pains you. Because I would have done the same, even if it means ignoring my selfish heart for you to be mine only.

And if you were to be alive, they would stay with you, in another universe.

For Jean, Lisa, Kaeya and Venti.

The gods didn't favor you both, for in the end, you were both separated.

It's not as if the both of you didn't try, really. But in a world where fates are often intertwined with each other, the freedom to transcend such bindings are often hard to obtain, and in some cases, impossible to overcome.

Please do not be upset that it was doomed from the start.

For it was still real to the both of you. All your feelings, all your treasured bonds, all your touches, cuddles, kisses and sweet nothings.

It was all real.

Please be assured that the both of you would be able to break free from all these shackles, and have a chance for your own happily ever after, in another universe.

For Ei, Keqing, Itto and Heizou.

They never did get to see you again after that.

It was as if you were a dream, a mirage, magically disappearing into thin air.

Like the lightning striking and disappearing after its brief magnificience awes them.

Your radiance divine, they could not forget for the rest of their days, even as they marched towards their own ideals for the sake of what they believed is right.

They can no longer look back. You were the last straw, the final puzzle piece into solidfying their resolve.

They no longer have the honor of having you grace their life with your presence, because it would only bring heartache to you both, given your differences.

The differences that they oh so cherish deeply.

At night, they wonder: Would the two of you have found some way to put aside your differences and worked hard to love each other for them, in another universe?

For Tighnari, Amber, Xiangling, Nilou.

They've now left you behind, and you're watching their backs as they stride ahead in confidence.

It was stupid, in hindsight, to look down on people. You all of all people know that.

Because they were the ones who never looked down on you when you were at your lowest.

When did it go wrong, really? When did it go wrong for you to become so arrogant and take them for granted.

Now they're gone, like leaves dropping from their trees in autumn.

You fool.

Now, would you like to pay for your price in regret, regret over what would have been in another universe had you cherished them while they were around?

For Ganyu, Sucrose, Shenhe.

Too much indecisiveness led to an entire lifetime's worth of regret.

Before they knew it, you disappeared into the snow, like a little tiny snowflake in a sea of multiple snowflakes.

Where were you? They could not find you, because some things... you can only come across once in a lifetime.

It comes unexpectedly, serendipitously, without warning.

It comes and it goes, and you have to be ready to seize the opportunity. Especially when it comes to love.

The next time they saw you, you were so wonderfully dressed up in wedding attire.

But you are facing someone else at the altar.

Not them.

And so they put on a fake smile, clapping and cheering you on without even objecting to your wedding when the priest asks for any objections.

They should have taken that chance. Now, all is left is daydreams of being together, only achievable in another universe.

For Zhongli, Childe, Ningguang, Neuvillette

Duty, duty, duty.

Duty to the people. Duty to the family. Duty to the friends. Duty to the higher ups and juniors. Duty to their desires and dreams. Duty to their lover.

It's a shame that they seemed to have neglected the last one.

Poor them. Always so busy, always scrambling back and forth behind the shadows while keeping up a cool facade.

The next time they come home, all that is left of you is a few memories, some belongings, and a letter.

I'm done. Let's separate. There aren't any feelings anymore between us. You don't even make time for me anymore.

No takebacks, no chances, no nothings. Only sweet delusions of a you and them in another universe.

So many universes out there, so many possiblities. Even if we are not fated to be in this universe, I pray with all my heart that in another universe, we could be handling taxes and doing laundry together, even if it is in a simple laundromat. I pray that fate does not deal us a bad hand, and we could live in peace and happiness together and never be apart. Never be separated by external forces, and have our hair turn white together.

My sincerest wishes to you, my love. I will live well for you. May we be happy together in another universe. I love you. So, so much. More than you could ever know.

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[waloeders]

kissing someone after renouncing ur god by urself bestie? not anymore. ahsbdjdkkss whatever first kiss fic :3333 <- kickin my legs squealing, blushing, the whole thing

ship: bar.nabas tha.rmr/kosmos (ryder) {implied/future} slei.pnir harba.rd/kosmos {they're poly ok, they all date each other}

words count? yeah i count words! idk

warnings: ff16 spoilers, a lil suggestive, they're making out basically, some religious talk (not any real world religions, but that kind of talk)

notes: ok so this. actually happens quite a bit into them knowing each other and is after an entire sequence of events that is too long to recall right here (but ill post later). oh ryder/kosmos uses he/they so its intermixed in there. yippee!

"kosmos is the anti-thesis of ultima. his enemy lost to time, to distances beyond man. a callous, capricious, volatile being that cares not for the ascension of man - for the new world and the salvation that He shall bring upon us." barnabas' grip on his chin tightened, forcing him to maintain eye contact. behind the abyss of the kings' deep blue eyes, something twisted and swirled, an emotion lost to him- some tempest unknown.

"yet. you are none of these."

his grip fell away, moving to run his fingers along their jaw, eyes following; caressing and memorising each minute detail, as if seeing him for the first time.

"where you should be callous, you have been..kind. to myself, to my lord commander. where you should have been capricious, you have been steadfast - stubborn. and volatile?" he titled his head and chuckled, the sound resonating through his chest in a pleasant manner, "you are certainly that. though perhaps not as my Lord would have us believe."

"barnabas i-" ryder stumbled out, cheeks flushed and eyes wide, fixated on the man before him.

"perhaps my Lord has been wrong." the king interrupted, now with one hand gripping the back of their neck and the other reaching up to cusp his cheek, running a thumb along their lips, "perhaps..."

the tension in his shoulders fell away, leaning into the warmth of his hand, closing their eyes to savour the feeling. barnabas always seemed to run hotter than everyone else, even the eikons of fire they surrounded themselves with; yet they could feel the aged callouses on his thumb, from years of wielding a sword, as it continued its path.

they glanced back up at the man stood before him, towering over him as he sat, cross-legged on the bed. he had almost forgotten how the conversation had even begun, how his head had ached and drawled in pain and even that sleipnir stood, a mere few feet away, silently watching.

for a moment, his eyes flicked to where the other man had stood - still stood - one hand on his hip, the other rubbing his chin as a smirk gripped him - and something... some emotion sat in the blue of his eyes, waiting to pounce, like a ravenous couerl.

"look at me." the king demanded and he obeyed instantly, barely remembering to breathe again.

barnabas' movements paused, finally, seemingly content with his memorisation.

"where my lord has forsook me, you have not. where he would see me dead, you would not." his eyebrow raised an inch, barely passing the casual stoicism he maintained, "you saved my life, kosmos. that is not a debt i take lightly. tell me why."

"i don't want you to die." it was all that came to mind.

"why?"

"i..." ryder shrunk under his gaze, words escaping him and he forced himself to maintain eye contact, "i want you to live. without ultima. freely. just... you."

he earned a hum in response - the same kind barnabas' always did whenever he expected more words from him, more of an answer, a story- anything that he could say, he expected it.

"and it's not fair." ryder mumbled, "it's not fair that you dedicated your life to ultima and he just, threw you away. he never cared. he just wanted to use you, use your powers - just to make clive stronger. that's cruel, callous, capricious. he doesn't get to call himself a god, the god, not when he does stuff like that. that's not what gods should be."

it was as if a small shockwave had hit barnabas, the effect leaving a frown scattered across his face and something angry- no, hurt had settled in the deep oceanic corners of his eyes. his head tilted once more, a strange feeling fleetingly passing over him- then it was gone.

the hand in their hair tightened its grip ever so slightly, then softened and kosmos resisted the urge to close his eyes at the feeling, instead slowly blinking.

an arduous moment of silence, stretched out by only the sound of them breathing - with ryder pointedly ignoring the way their eyes (when not staring up into the kings') were eye-level with his chest and could see, almost feel, his breathing too.

finally, barnabas' hand fell away from his cheek, instead tugging the bottom of their chin, teasingly. a small grin began to pull through his stoic mask and the sight pulled an odd string in their chest.

"i see."

he leant his head down, closer now than ever, voice barely above a whisper.

"and how ought i to thank you? -my life, after all, is owed to you."

"oh. yo- you don't owe me anything. not your life, that's yours." they leaned back slightly, into the hand still entangled in his black hair, and held back a gasp, "i don't, i don't want or-or need anything from you."

"oh?" barnabas huffed, grin settling into a smirk, "i was not aware the king of waloed needed permission to give you a gift."

"well, no, i- i only meant that-"

he laughed at that, a high-pitched giggle that found its root in his chest, and pressed his forehead against ryders', eyes slipping closed.

a shudder ran through them at the contact and slowly, they reached a hand up to cup his cheek, noting the way he suppressed a flinch. he was warm, still, and the thin strands of his beard were coarse against their fingers, softly bitter to the touch.

ryders' blue eyes flicked back to his, and he was staring again - the same intensity as always, but much, much closer. his eyes flicked downwards and they took that as a sign; they were definitely understanding the situation correctly.

he pushed forward, lips connecting intently, and barnabas responded in kind, nipping his bottom lip. the hand holding his chin dropped to grasp at his neck, cupping the underside of their jaw, and they could feel the other tugging at his hair, keeping him upright.

not content with this, kosmos reached up to tangle their hands into the scruffy black hair of his, pulling it a little too hard, and earning an almost inaudible moan from the king.

he pulled away from the kiss, panting and watching as barnabas' followed him for a moment, then paused, resting his forehead against theirs once more. his eyes half-closed, but following their movement intensely.

"did- did i pull your hair too hard? i didn't mean to." ryder breathed out, resisting the urge to dive back into another kiss.

that drew another laugh from the king and he leaned down, placing a kiss upon their neck, then their jaw, their cheek and finally, a peck upon their lips. this time, leaving them reaching after him, a bright red flush colouring them.

"i have felt chocoboros with more pull, my kosmos." he placed another kiss on their nose, a smirk pulling at him when it scrunched up, "do you still believe my life not to be yours?"

"that's not- that's... you know, we'll...work on that."

#jupiter.speaks #.writing #j.writes #👤.kosmos #❤️.barnabas #> IDK WHERE THIS CAME FROM I WAS JUST SO. FULL OF EMOTIONS OKAY. IM AHEUEHEHHEHHHH #> i gotta sleep now but hehe :3 heehe :3 #.oktorb #> i hope this reads well + is good + cool and stuff it is half midnight tho i really gotta sleep. ty gn

[dontneedamoonivegotyourspotlight]

Paper Rings

Rated T ; 8k

Canon Divergence ; Fluff

"Sakusa prese il volto di Atsumu a coppa fra le sue mani, sorridendo e lasciando che quel calore che provava lo guidasse, perdendosi nelle sfaccettature dei suoi occhi.

Riuscì a notare come il significato di quello sguardo cambiò, lo aveva visto solo un'altra volta ed era qualcosa che solo lui poteva vedere."

C'è sempre qualcosa che ti sfuggirà fra i vari sguardi del tuo amato.

Leggi su WP e AO3

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[vampiredungeon]

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[yeetmeoffjueyunkarst]

Consider this: Ganyu, Keqing and Lynette with a reader that loves to cuddle them.

Also: WELCOME BACK!

Ty anon! Waiting for approval to use a certain user's gifs for headers in the meantime, but I will write this for now.

Lynette, Keqing, Ganyu x gn!reader, essentially fluff

Starting off with our beloved Yuheng Keqing, in all this time in Genshin, she strikes me as a tsundere at the core of it all.

She's responsible, and is often busy working, so she would be very surprised with a reader that would suddenly cuddle them a lot.

She may also find it... time-consuming at first, since she is held in place by you when she wants to do work, but I believe that over time she will adapt your love for cuddles into her timetable?

Paperwork? Fine, she will sit on your lap and do her work, but don't do anything funny. And don't get caught, or else Ningguang will tease her about it

On a more personal context, I believe that she will greatly enjoy such cuddles. She is still a young lady who would desire affection from her lover, and she is secretly clingy in private.

Which is much welcomed by you, since you also love cuddles.

She's a terrible mess at home and wants to drop that stoic look of hers

And I do hope that she'll be all over you at home, holding you all around throughout the house, not wanting to be apart from you.

She does not mind being the big spoon or the small spoon, though she has a preference for being the big spoon unless she wants to feel small and comforted

And, everytime I think of her nudging you to just cuddle her, I would burst out in laughter. It's very her style to be like. "Come on. Hug me. I want cuddles." In a deadpan and serious manner in my opinion

Do give her lots of cuddles and kisses and affection, she's worked very hard as Yuheng.

Next up would be Keqing's coworker, General Secretary Ganyu.

Ganyu, Ganyu, Ganyu. I will bet all my mora that she is the one who loves cuddles among the 3 of them outwardly.

Initially... she may not be as welcoming as you think.

Ganyu is very conscious about her weight, and may find herself too... unflattering for anyone to hug, much less cuddle

Though I must heavily disagree with the above

Ganyu would be more open to cuddling in the public, since she... is not that self-conscious

She doesn't have a lot of time with you, since you are a mortal. Why be shy about cuddling in public if one day, you won't even be around to cuddle her anymore?

Do join her for her naps in the afternoon, I do believe that with you cuddling her in her sleep, she will be more refreshed and ready to tackle her work.

But of course, make sure that she does not stay up too late, lest you end up in bed cold and alone.

Oh, and! Do not touch her horns without permission. She will be upset if you touch her horns without her permission or unless... you two have grown closer over time.

Sometimes she'll find you to cuddle first, sometimes you'll have to be the one who initiates.

Our Ganyu is not as shy as you think. That's all I will say *wink*

And lastly... *cough* the girl who has caught my eye, after the endless number of girls genshin keeps spamming, Lynette.

I would believe in her younger years, when she was more innocent, she would be very cuddly. Very innocent, very trusting of those around her.

I think I can imagine her with a happy smile as she hugs you close as a child.

But, as we all know, her childhood isn't all sparkles and rainbows.

Becoming orphans, nearly being abducted, having to grow up in the House of the Hearth... which isn't exactly having pure intentions but better than what she previously faced with her brother...

I personally suspect that for the reason why she is rather stoic unless it is regarding those she cares about eg Lyney and Freminet.

And as a result is rather... not used to being touched by most people.

But you... You have a lot of work to do to make her feel comfortable.

I think the first time she would hug you is when she sees that you're sad over something. Maybe you would be friends, or lovers by then.

And over time... she would definitely accept your cuddles.

She is not one to initiate, but she definitely enjoys them.

And who knows? If you're perceptive enough, you can see the soft blush on her face when you two cuddle. Though, the relaxation of her body against you is good enough.

It's good for her to know she's in good hands with someone safe.

Likes and reblogs appreciated. Yours, J

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