#man i wish someone (not me) could write this :

[privitivium]

hii!! im not very good at english, so pls forgive me if i say anything wrong.. 😭🙏 i saw your denji work and i was in love! your works are so yummy. can i request softdom!top! yoshida hirofumi from chainsaw man and sub bottom reader ?

id like to think that reader is very stubborn n sometimes mean (in a affectionate way) w yoshida, but once yoshida touches him gently and praises him he just turns into a sobbing mess during sex..

of course you don’t have to write this if you don’t feel like it.. have a good day and make sure to eat & drink water!! ^^

yoshida hirofumi, "mean" male reader,,,

yoshida is so beautiful!! katana man however,, is so hot,,, going through it w him. i need him. 'tsundere' reader honestly.

18/18, both amab, softdomtop yoshida, subbot reader, cw;;; praise, teasing,,, yoshida jerks you off, very faint dacryphilia.

there was no use in trying to play dumb... there was also no use in hiding your true feelings from yoshida. one side-eye glance from him and you feel he's already got you figured out - what mood you're in, what you're thinking… it's too fucking weird.

it's even weirder when he takes advantage of your emotions. getting you all riled up - making fun of you in his own nonchalant way, knowing how sensitive you are. making you upset and in return grumpily mumbling about how absolutely fucking dreadful he is and you wish you could transfer schools if it wasn't for... if it wasn't for what? the words always die on your tongue... you won't say that you enjoy his pestering. not ever.

a simple instance, alone time. alone together. hanging out on the roof and droning about in a lackadaisical tone regarding your classmate, venting your frustrations as she was relentless as he was in teasing youㅡ“it's like a female yoshida.” you huff, tossing him a glare. “you two in cahoots? must be. hired someone to fuck with me when you're not around to pester me?”

ㅡwhat? no, of course not. who is this woman? she will be dealt with immediately. only he is allowed to make fun of you. yoshida hummed, apparently not in the mood for playful banterㅡrather, thinking about what exactly he'd do to ward off this girl. silence settles... several minutes before he's acting up again. bothering you with his mere happiness.

you glance at him at the corner of your eye. catching the way he was staring right back at you and grinning... so fucking creepy - why the hell was he smiling at you so suddenly? the two of you had just been sitting in silenceㅡa very comfortable silenceㅡbefore you felt, and saw him look over at you. making you nervous as you try so hard not to look back at him…!! at the corner of your eye, obsidian eyes ever so blank. always knowing what buttons to push!!!

you falter, your eyes inadvertently catching his and lingering in the void of his gaze for a fraction too longㅡ”could you not stare?” you narrow your eyes as you make a point not to look at him, squirming in place. appearing annoyed, growing shy,,, arms instinctively crossing over your chest as if seeking solace, your gaze darting sideways away from his -

ㅡ“s-shit, yoshidaaa!!” you mewled pitifully, hand shakily moving to cover your mouth as sobs fall from your lips freely,,, he was too good. or you were just too weak. weak to his ,,, particularly gentle caresses and nimble hand teasing your cockhead,,, he was so smug. so sly!!! he admits to only himself, that he has a particular thing for you when you look up at him with those tearful, narrowed eyes.

yoshida chuckles breathlessly, nuzzling into your neck just to inhale your scent before pulling back - cupping your cheek as he admires you, “you’re okay.” he reassured, smiling casually as he pets your burning, tear-streaked cheek... leaning inward. whispering, cooing to you,,, “you’re fine…”ㅡplacing fluttering kisses long your tear-streaked cheek,,,, his hand stroking along your half-hard cock….,,,, saying that he has you, no reason to be such a crybaby...

eyeing your expression up and down... "so sensitive. but so mean to me during the day?" he mumbles his thoughts aloud, teasing you verbally just as he was thumbing the slit of your cockhead. ohh the agony,,, you were never as mean as he is with you... (lies!) "you're such a brat, but here you are... melting away." he breathes, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he jerks you off. YEAH.

when not preoccupied with denji - tormenting him in his own ways and all - he took pleasure in fucking with you even more than denji! you felt that way, anyway. yoshida. obviously, had a thing for calling you needy, specifically. the nerve of that fucking guy... you weren't needy. if anything, he was needy. finding you in the halls during free period, tormenting you with his gaze alone. ugh! obsessed much? gosh!

the absolute fucking gall of this guy. making fun of you, ever so sly and downright cruel! ( you were sensitive - ) you didn't deserve any of it! ( you did. ) you were just so nice and lovely, why was yoshida always so cruel with you? ah, but let's not forget how truly soft he is with you,,, his dear boy. his dear... lover. he's just so fucking annoying, isn't he?

held up in your bedroom after begrudgingly letting him in your home... playing annoyed, you're so bothersome, yoshida - following me home, creep? before he subdues you rather uhmㅡquicker, than you're used to.

ㅡyoshida falters momentarily, taking a tender moment to admire your trembling, bare splayed out on your bed. tearful eyes darting across his face... skin slickened with a thin sheen of sweat and so visibly flustered - fidgeting, arms fighting to cross over your chest. he grinned. leaning downward, sighing out in pure contentment, lips teasingly ghosting along the central seam of your abdomen, void eyes peering at you through his locks of hair that never bothered to cut above eye-length. easing you with an equally gentle, affectionate; “that's my sweet boy…”

#yoshida hirofumi x male reader #csm =͟͟͞͞★ #x male reader #x bottom male reader #x sub male reader #hirofumi yoshida x male reader #csm x male reader #chainsaw man x male reader!!! #uke male reader #myy personal favorite mwah

[hariboz]

“forget? you?” — shb x gen!reader

a little something i wrote to get back into my writing flow!

ex!hanbin has been plaguing my mind for a while now. the type to make the heart wrenching decision to break up with you to follow his dreams in hopes of finding what he wanted in the spotlight, ready to sacrifice the comfort of your embrace to chase what he has been dreaming of for years.

“thank you for always being by my side, but i don’t know if i can be happy if i don’t try one last time. i don’t want to break your heart, angel, but will you let me go?”

and you did. of course you did, how could you not? you could always see the sparkle in his eyes when he showed you a new choreography he made, the longing in his gaze when watching others dance on the same stages he could only dream of being on. you knew he was happy with you, you knew he loved you. he was happy, loved and comfortable, yet unfulfilled. because while you would give him every single star in the night sky if you could, no amount of your love would sustain his desire to become the shiniest star of them all himself.

so you let him go, gave him your blessing and told him to better make it to the top so your love was not given up in vain.

you had never seen hanbin cry so much before.

“i promise, angel. i’ll carry you with me in my heart.”

and truth be told, ex!hanbin held his promise. he made it. a leader, a highly sought after visual, a mc, a vocalist.

he’s not your binnie anymore. he’s not the one waking up an hour before your alarm to make you breakfast anymore. he’s not picking you up from work with that sweet smile and a smoothie in his hand. he doesn’t try to teach you his choreos anymore. he doesn’t giggle at you while fixing your hair anymore.

on days where it’s especially hard you catch yourself wishing you had refused, had kept him close to you. had begged him to stay back, to not sacrifice all the serene happiness you shared; but then you snap back to reality, the realisation that these selfish thoughts keep crawling their way up making you feel guilty.

it’s a sick twist of fate, you think, when you happen to walk past a wall of support ads for him plastered along your way. you don’t know whether to laugh or cry; whether you should be elated he is receiving an amount of love you could never have given him or whether you should be hurt and bitter that all this meant more to him than you seemingly ever did.

it’s not fair to compare like that, you know that, but it’s not like he’s there to defend himself. he’s never there anymore.

in your inner frenzy, the internal fight between wanting to support the man you still love oh so deeply and the selfish wish to have kept him for yourself, you bump into someone, misty eyes barely focused enough to notice the person in front of you.

you look up briefly to apologise, wanting nothing more than to get away from this overstimulating throwback to your better times, only to realise that the devil — angel — himself is standing right there.

right there, in front of you. sung hanbin. your binnie.

you know it’s him immediately despite the mask he’s wearing. the all too familiar sparkle in his eyes and his pretty lashes that you know all too well blinking back at you in shock, his eyes desperately darting over your face in an attempt to drink in every little change and detail.

you’re just about to speak when he turns at the sound of his name, which is when you finally realise the crowd standing not too far away, observing him like hawks and pointing their phones at him.

right. he’s idol binnie now.

so you bow politely and leave, trying your best to manoeuvre through the crowd. your heart is beating in your ears, your thoughts all jumbled and confused. you haven’t seen him in so long. not in person, anyways, and now you’re running away? what else could you have done?

it’s like you’re on autopilot, not even noticing you’ve made your way back home until you’re stood in front of your apartment. it’s then when you’re about to unlock your door, planning to crawl into bed and never come back out, that your phone vibrates.

first once, then twice.

“i don’t know if you want to talk to me anymore, but i was happy to see you today. even if it was really short.”

“i miss you.”

“you didn’t forget?”

“forget? you?”

“i could never. i love you.”

”did you ever think about dating an idol?”

ex!hanbin who, i think, would give it all up to follow his dream only to realise every single version of his future had you in it. and now he’s here, trying to win you back, hoping it’s not too late. because ex!hanbin is not only a romantic, but also in love. deeply, unabashedly in love.

#maise’s notes ! #trying to get back into the writing flow 🫶🏻 #this is very dramatic for no reason but that’s where my fingers took me lol #zb1 #zerobaseone #sung hanbin #zb1 fluff #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #zb1 hanbin #hanbin x reader #hanbin fluff #hanbin scenarios #zb1 angst #hanbin imagines #zerobaseone scenarios #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone hanbin #hanbin

[jeankluv]

greetings! can you make a fluff gojo satoru story wherein on a random rest day, while smiling fondly at a busy satoru, admiring how amazing he is—being the strongest and all—you felt a pang in your heart as you thought of the big responsibility and burden he carries along with it. thinking how he never asked to be born with these heavy responsibilities wherein single mistake could cost a lot of lives. despite displaying his playful demeanor most of the time, you acknowledge and embrace his vulnerability and struggles. you praised, admire, praise, sympathized and praise him again. just gojo being reminded the reason why he loved you.

just a small plot i thought of inspired by the quote "it's his first time living too" while listening to mr. loverman, hehe. may i request kisses too. *heart hands* thank you!

I love when I get requests like this bc I love to write Gojo in this kind of situation 🥺

In fact I wrote a one shot, not long ago, similar to the request but only posted on ao3, you can check it here. But anyways, I wrote another one shot with your request, I hope you like it and enjoy it.

Let me be the strong one | Gojo Satoru

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Summary: The higher-ups had sent him on several missions in a row, without letting him rest, without letting him teach, they had simply thrown him into the field and let him fight on his own. Now for the first time in three weeks you saw him rest.

Tags: fluff, angst, domestic fluff, establish relationship, Satoru needs a hug, Satoru best boy, gn!reader, no use of y/n, pet names (honey, my love, ‘Toru), canon universe but spoilers free

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Your heart burned every time you saw him enter the door, sometimes almost falling to his knees due to the accumulated fatigue that his brain and body carried on top of him.

Gojo Satoru was the strongest, considered by many a God, someone superior. After all he was the one who had brought balance to the world with the simple birth of him. The one born with the six eyes and the infinity.

Sometimes you wish you could take it away from him, to be able to take away infinity and the six eyes, that he could live without that burden on his shoulders, without that duty that he never asked for. That he didn't have to hide his gaze behind a dark bandage. You wanted to take it away and just have it be Satoru. That he could rest and enjoy the things he liked.

You sat in the armchair that was on one side and watched how his chest rose and fell calmly and how his face was illuminated by the rays of the sun that filtered through your window, making his hair and white eyelashes stand out even more.

You loved that man so much, you were crazy in love with him and you have been ever since your high school years. You were not a special grader, you weren’t even that strong, so when your feelings for him started to surface when you were both 16, you felt scared. He was on another level, one you would never reach. At least that was the facade that Satoru showed to everyone, but as time and years passed with him, only you and him shared those sleepless nights where Satoru would knock on your door and wait for you to make room for him in your bed, to simply being hugged to each other and feeling your warmth intertwine with each other. Those moments had only caused you to fall more in love with him.

Luckily those feelings were reciprocated when you were 20 and now 8 years later they had not stopped growing.

“I can feel you observing me.” Satoru spoke with his eyes still closed.

“You should keep resting.” You whispered.

He sat on the couch and stretched himself up. “It’s okay, I had enough rest already.”

“‘Toru…” You said, feeling your heart ache.

“Honey, I’m really okay, don’t worry.” He smiled at you.

“You don’t have to be strong in front of me, you know?” You moved next to him. “Let me be the strong one for you. Let me take your pain too.” You whispered.

“You don’t have to take anything from me because there is…”

“I know you ‘Toru, and because I know you, I know you are not okay.” You cupped his face. So please let me take care of you, let me be your shield, even if it’s just for a moment.” He smiled sadly and then rested his head on your chest.

“I’m tired…” He whispered. “So tired. I love to fight and to face challenges but it’s tiring. Sometimes… I would like not to have this responsibility on me. From the moment I was born, I was already assigned a role, before I even cried for the first time, I was already the strongest, without asking for it.” You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to let him know that you were with him. “I never felt like I had a childhood, so when I entered the school and met you, Suguru and Shoko, I felt like being the strongest wasn't the important thing and that I could be me when I was around you.”

“‘Toru…” You whispered with a sad look.

“But then everything went down…” He said. “I couldn’t save everyone, I couldn’t prevent their deaths, I couldn’t…”

“Satoru, that’s not true…” You cupped his face making him look at you, his blue eyes were filled with tears. “You protected so many people and saved so many too.” With your thumb you caressed his face. “'Toru, you really are amazing, you are strong, yes, but above all that, you are a good person, full of love, who loves his students and wants the best for them.” You smiled. “But you are also human, and you need to rest and be taken care of. So please let me take care of you my love.”

Satoru didn’t say anything else, instead he laid his head on your legs and let you take care of him as you had asked him. A couple of minutes passed when you noticed how his breathing was calmer and how his eyes were completely closed and his mouth slightly open. He had fallen asleep. After carefully placing Satoru on the couch and tucking him in with a cozy blanket, you made your way to the kitchen with a purpose in mind: to prepare something special for him. Cooking had always been therapeutic for you, and in that moment, you felt it was the perfect way to show your concern and affection for him.

When the sweet aroma of the freshly baked cake filled the kitchen, you felt a wave of satisfaction and anticipation. You knew the gesture would be a pleasant surprise for Satoru, and you hoped it would bring him some joy.

Suddenly, as you focused on the oven, you felt two arms wrapping around you from behind. A warm smile spread across your face, knowing that Satoru was there with you, sharing the moment.

“You left…” He whispered.

“I wanted to make a cake for you.” You turned around to see him. “How are you feeling?” You touched his face.

“I am better.” He closed his eyes as you touched him. “You know I love you so much, right?”

“I know.” You smiled tilting your head. “And I love you too.” You kissed him.

“Thank you my love.” He kissed you back. “For understanding me the way you do and for loving me as Satoru not as Gojo Satoru, the strongest.” He smiled.

“For me, you are just my dear ‘Toru, my silly boyfriend who wants to act cool in front of his dear students, the one who loves to eat sweets and go to different places in Tokyo so he can eat all of the sweets in the world and likes to take pictures of those sweets, so then he can fill my phone with those pictures. My ‘Toru, who despite everything, always takes the responsibility, even if it’s too heavy for him, who will blame himself for things he can’t control, the one who wants to change this shitty society so the future generations can have the childhood he never had.” You smiled, getting emotional. “That’s the man I love, who loves me passionately and has never let me down.”

“Every day I am grateful for having met you and having fallen in love and continue to fall in love with you.” He hugged you, hiding his face in your neck. “Don't ever leave, please…” He whispered against your skin, before leaving a delicate kiss.

“Never…” You caress her back gently. “Oh!” You gasped when you started to smell it. “‘Toru the cake!” You stepped away from him and turned off the oven. Carefully removing it from the oven, you placed it on the counter. “It burned…” You whispered, looking at the burnt cake.

You felt Satoru approach you and place a kiss on his cheek. “Let's do another one, this time both of us together.” He smiled at you.

You nodded and kissed him, and it was at times like that where you wish you could take all of Satoru's problems, burdens and responsibilities off his shoulders, and throw them away, where they could never reach him.

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[glimmervoi]

A SEALED FATE: EMERALDS AND BLOOD - VI The Beginning of the Winter Ball

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notes: phew, that took forever for me to write ;-; i was really struggling with this one and Idk why because i was so excited to write it when i left off at the last chapter. oh well, it's up now - i hope you all enjoy it!! cant wait to get the next chapter up :D

The winter ball was a beautiful and lively event, full of laughter and music. It was a gathering that everyone in the kingdom wished to attend. Guests from all over the Kingdom waltzed around in beautiful, sparkling gowns and suits made by the best tailors that could be hired. 

The ballroom, now finally finished and filled with these beautiful guests, was just as mesmerizing. The musicians positioned near the center of the room played a merry song as the guests excitedly mingled and sipped from thin, long stemmed glasses full of pale sparkling wine. 

The ball was just beginning, and already you were impressed. Of course, you were more alarmed at the fact that you were even witnessing it, but it was truly a sight for someone who grew up in such a poor village.

You weren’t supposed to be serving at the ball tonight. You had been told by Rae that the service maids would be handling it, and that you would have the night off. You had been relieved, and had promptly made plans to visit the stables to finally see if you could find the man that you had met days prior. 

You were almost certain that he was a stableboy from the way he was dressed, although when you had mentioned the handsome man to Rae, she hadn’t remembered anyone by that description. Still, you had to at least check.

He had been on your mind ever since your first meeting, and you had found yourself constantly craving that electric, bubbly feeling that had filled you when he was around. Your plans to go to the stables had been crushed as soon as you had entered the maids chambers to change though, as Sanria had been waiting for you.

An hour later, and you were standing in the small kitchen adjacent to the ballroom, looking through the open door at the guests as they laughed and enjoyed themselves.

Sanria had already left to return to her own duties, promising you a painful beating with the thin wooden rod that she kept tucked in her apron if you made any mistakes or pissed off Iseul, the head of the service maids.

Iseul, though not as intimidating as Sanria, was still not someone who you wished to anger. The young, raven haired woman had a deep frown on her lips, and her thin frame was tensed as if she were prepared to yell at any second. She had her own wooden rod tucked into her black apron.

The maid next to her, a bubbly blonde, was her polar opposite. Isabella, she had said her name was. After the initial shock of being told by Sanria that you had been requested by someone to serve at the ball, she had helped you push your stiff limbs into the all black service dress and frilly apron, a uniform only used for special events. 

Even though she didn’t say anything in Sanria’s presence, she seemed to understand your confusion, discomfort, and alarm at the prospect of serving so many important people during such a large event while still being so new in the castle, while also wondering who had requested such an inexperienced servant for such a large event. 

You had no choice but to shake off the feeling and try to steel your nerves. If you didn’t, you risked getting into more trouble. If you tried to be confident and sure of yourself, you had a higher chance of luck.

So, you watched silently as Isabella and Iseul filled two sleek black trays with the tall thin glasses full of sparkling wine, willing the slight tremble in your fingers to stop. Iseul didn’t bother to even look at you when she was finished. She simply snapped her fingers and turned, preparing to set another tray.

Isabella turned her kind eyes to you, nodding her head in approval when you approached. “Have you ever held a tray full of glasses like this?” She asked, her voice sweet. Her presence was comforting, and you found your shoulders relaxing slightly. You shook your head.

“It’s easy, really.” She said, sliding the tray from the table and onto her waiting hand. The liquid in the glasses barely wobbled, and she held the tray with ease despite there being at least ten glasses resting on its surface. “Just carefully slide it onto your palm. Don’t go too fast or too slow, though. It can practically sense your fear when you do it that way.”

Your brows furrowed, and you gently tugged on the edge of the tray. Not too fast, not too slow. So, just right. You hoped you would get Just Right on the first try, before Iseul turned and witnessed you dropping an entire tray of wine on the ground.

You tugged the tray onto your hand, like Isabella had, wincing when the wine nearly threatened to spill from the edge of the glass. The blonde nodded her approval and gave you a small smile. “Perfect.” She said, brushing a stray droplet off the surface of your tray.

“Now, when you go up to serve someone, you must first bow your head like this,” Isabella demonstrated by dipping her chin lightly, her eyes cast downward. A respectful and simple action.”Then, ask them if they would like a glass. If they ask what the wine is, it is a Sparkling Snowdrop from Shivermaw. It’s their specialty.” 

You faintly remembered the name, Shivermaw. One of the girls a few beds down from yours was born there, but had left due to the crumbling economy of the winter city. Supposedly, the Duke and Duchess were doing just fine, and so were the wealthier inhabitants of the city. But the further out from the city's main area you got, the poorer the families were. And, that wasn't even considering the rural villages, comparable to your own.

You shook the thoughts of Shivermaw from your head and nodded at Isabella. “Alright, ready?” She asked quietly, approaching the doorway of the kitchen. You swallowed, wanting to tell her you weren’t, and that you just wanted to go to bed. But you followed her, again staring into the beautiful ballroom. 

“Ready.” You said quietly. Then, you were both entering the ballroom. The music was louder, and so were the voices of the guests. The smells of their perfumes hit you a little harder, and suddenly it felt like the air in your lungs was gone. 

So many people. You thought to yourself, trying to steady your breathing. It had been one thing to simply peer in from the outside. But to actually stand in it? Your legs began to shake. You were terrified. All it would take was one mistake, and Sanria would pull the rod from her apron. Standing in the ballroom made it feel more real than it had when you had only caught glimpses of it. The fear hadn’t hit you as hard as it did now that you were actually there.

Isabella seemed to sense your anxiety, and gently nudged your arm with hers. “Hey.” She murmured quietly. You looked into her bright eyes, your breath coming out shakily. 

“Pretend that you’ve been doing this for years. As long as you pretend to be confident, they’ll never know the difference. They just want to get drunk, gorge out on the food, and then fuck each other.” She said, giving you a small grin. 

Yes, she was right. They wouldn’t even look at you most likely. You were just a servant. You had one simple task. You took a deep breath, and gave her a small, half-hearted grin in return. “I’ll start on the right side, you start on the left?”

Isabella nodded, giving you a look of encouragement. There were already other maids, dressed like you were, who were handing out drinks on the right side of the room. You scanned the space, trying to track which guests did not have glasses in their hands.

You decided to approach a beautiful, ivory skinned woman with blonde hair the color of the sun. Her blush colored gown was beaded with so many pearls, you were surprised she could move around with so much weight attached to the fabric. 

You bowed your head, just as Isabella had showed you, and offered her a glass of the wine. She paused her conversation with a handsome, dark skinned man and looked down at you, her face morphing from flirtatious to disgusted. She didn’t even bother to respond as she angled her back towards you, continuing her conversation.

You tried to brush off the annoyance and embarrassment that washed over you and turned, next making your way over to an older woman with graying hair. Her deep blue gown was much more simple but still caught the light beautifully. You bowed your head to her and once again offered up a glass of wine from your tray. 

“Thank you, dear.” She said quietly, accepting the glass. You nodded again, pleased. You backed away, allowing her to drink her wine in peace. Slowly, you handed out your entire tray of wine. 

For the next hour, you performed your own waltz to the melody that the musicians created in the center of the room. It had only five steps; go to the kitchen. Retrieve a new tray from Iseul, who still did not utter a word to you. Return to the ballroom. Hand out the wine. Return to the kitchen and repeat. 

On your eighth tray, finally, Iseul stopped you. You had reached for the fresh tray, but she put her hand on it harshly. “Let Nidora take it.” She said, her voice raspy. You retracted your hand and allowed the tiny redhead to take the tray, her eyes not meeting yours. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked quietly, resting your hands behind your back. You had thought you were doing very well, seeing as you had no experience with service. 

Iseul sat the dark blue wine bottle that she had been opening down and looked at you, her eyes holding nothing but disdain and hate. “I don’t like you.” She said flatly, causing your brows to shoot up.

“O-oh.” you said, fumbling for a better response. Everyone was entitled to their own feelings but…you hadn’t done anything to the head maid. Why was she stopping you to tell you this now?

There was a few seconds of awkward silence, before Iseul finally spoke again. 

“The only reason you’re here is because a Prince specifically requested you.” She said, crossing her arms across her chest. You took a step back, stunned by her words. Your mind instantly shot to Namjoon. He had been the only Prince to speak to you, and it was only a single order…had you bothered him in any way? 

Rae hadn’t acted as though anything was off…surely she would have told you if you had done something wrong? And if you had then why would he request you? Wouldn’t he want to not see your face? Unless - he was planning on punishing you in front of the entire ballroom?!

You began to shake. What could you have possibly done to anger him like that? He had received the right tea from Rae. Had he wanted you specifically to serve it? Would that really be enough to make him want to punish you in front of an entire ballroom?

Iseul snorted at your bloodless face, her smile cruel. “You’re just like that whore Kassie. You slept with one of them, didn't you?” She asked, leaning forward. “Now my neck is on the line. If you mess up, it comes back to me. If I wanted to get stuck with an inexperienced cleaning maid, then I would have just taken Rae’s position-”

“What are you talking aboutI?” You asked, cutting her off. You braced your shaking hands on the counter that she had been working on and leaned forward, panicked. “I haven't been sleeping with anyone!”

Iseul’s nostrils flared, and she uncrossed her arms, snatching the bottle of wine from the counter. “Your reaction tells me that you’re lying.” She said coldly, resuming her task of pouring the wine into the glasses. “I want you to know that if you make a single mistake, I will be the one beating you. And my rod is much more painful than Sanria’s.” 

You tried to open your mouth to defend yourself again, to question her - but she cut you off before you could get a single word out. “I do not care about your excuses.” She said, venom dripping from her lips. “Just get back out there and do your job. And do not fuck it up.”

You recoiled, flinching when she shoved a tray towards you. You knew that the dark haired maid wasn’t bluffing. If you messed up, she would know. And, standing there in an attempt to argue or get answers from her would only piss her off more. She was convinced that you were…involved, with a Prince. She had already made her mind up. It was best for you to try to brush it off and return to your duties. 

Shakily, you slid the fresh tray into your hand and made your way to the doorway, peering in. You were tense again, just as you were the first time you entered the crowded room. If Namjoon had requested you then you wanted to avoid the tall prince as much as you could. Though, you hadn’t seen him all night. Maybe it was a blessing, or maybe it was his plan to catch you off guard…?

You tried to steady yourself again as you noted the change in the atmosphere in the ballroom. The tables were now being rearranged as guests ran around with metal keys in their hands. It was the key matching game…

Your mind shot to the stableboy from before, and you frowned. You would have preferred being around him than in the mess that you were in now. You pushed forward and began handing out wine to the newly formed couples that stood and flirted, their keys glinting under the candlelight. 

You managed to empty two more trays, your stomach still uneasy from your interaction with Iseul, before a familiar tingling feeling began to flow through your veins. You reflexively gripped your empty tray as you looked around, a small shudder flowing through your back.

Then, a warm hand was on your shoulder. A warm voice whispered close to your ear, “I finally found you.” And you whipped around, your cheeks heating at the proximity. In front of you stood the stableboy that had lived in your mind for days, looking even more handsome than before.

You found yourself smiling and opened your mouth to ask him what he was doing there, why he was there instead of the stables. The question halted in your throat as a golden glint caught your eye from atop his head. A crown…

He was wearing a crown. 

#bts #yandere bts #yandere bts fic #bts fic #emeralds and blood #yandere hoseok #yandere jimin #yandere jin #yandere jungkook #yandere namjoon

[onlyhaos]

it’s not much, but I had sm fun writing this (even after accidentally deleting half of it and having to freestyle the rest) I hope you like it though!! It’s also the first time I wrote a bit smut, so yeah.. I hope it’s okay😟

warning: Jun is the most lovable man known to mankind, that boy bold (last bullet point -> oral (f. receiving), sir kink ? Jun’s a bit of a tease)

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Stranger!Jun who decided to go to a random coffee shop, just to get a quick drink before work. Only to see someone as pretty as you there, standing at the cash register.

As Jun entered the cozy coffee shop, his eyes scanned the whole room. From pretty tables and plants to a pretty person like you. When he realized, that he was starting to stare he hastily moved his eyes to the small board that was hung up on the wall. Looking for a drink he might like as he got into the line of customers. Coming up to the front, where you stood, you immediately greeted him with a smile. ''What would you like to order?'' Your sweet voice asked him.

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Stranger!Jun who gets addicted to your voice, the way you're kind to every customers, even the ones that are rude or stressed and the way you wear that pretty smile on your lips.

''Order for Junhui!'' You said loudly, so the person who ordered it could hear you. Since his attention was on you the whole time, he quickly came up to the pick up area, seeing your smile once again. ''Thanks.'' He smiled, taking his drink and kindly wishing you a good bye. Knowing he‘ll think about you the whole day.

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RegularCustomer!Jun who keeps showing up at the cafe because he can‘t take his eyes off of you and the good coffee he gets

Walking back into the, now already pretty familiar, place to order the same coffee he always gets. Knowing he‘s already been there so often, that you know his order. “Hello, Junhui.” You smiled, “The same order as always, isn’t it?” Laughing sweetly as you spoke. Hesitant about trying to make a move on you or not, because he’s scared that a pretty woman like you might already have a lover. Deciding to go for it, even as a man himself, he starts to speak. “Yeah, the same one as always, but I’d like to add something today.” He said, making you look up at his tall figure attentively. “I’d like to have your number, and if you’re up for it I would love to take you out on a date.” Jun spoke, nervous for your reaction.

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YourDate!Jun who is overly excited that you agreed to his request and started to plan the whole date for the two of you, the second you gave him your phone number

“I actually waited the whole time, hoping you’d ask me out” You laughed, as you sat in the passenger seat of Jun’s car. Who looked over to you the second that he stopped at a red light. “Is that so?” He smiled, seeing you nodding. “Yeah, ever since you came by the first time.. giving me this nice smile, just like right now.” You looked at him, at the way he smiled so pretty. Just like he was nearly getting lost in your sparkly eyes, he wanted to look into that pretty face as often as he could. After a following 10 minute ride, you both made it to Jun’s secret destination. “That’s a.. fancy restaurant.” You said, gazing at the pretty interior designs and the furniture. “You like it?” He asked, worried that you didn’t like it. “No, I love it.” You exclaimed, absolutely impressed. It has been a while since a pretty man took you out to such a nice date.

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YourDate!Jun who is so pleased to get to know you more and more for the night, paying attention to every word that leaves your pretty lips

“He really told you to pay, even though it was at the cheapest restaurant you had to pick?” Jun asked with wide eyes, visibly flabbergasted. Making you chuckle as you nodded, “So yeah, that’s why I was so excited when we entered this restaurant, you picked out a really pretty one.” You praised him. Without knowing that Jun spent hours looking for something that you might like. He even asked around in his friend group, and now he owes Jeonghan for this recommendation. But it was more than worth.

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Bf!Jun who is the happiest man since he now is able to call you his girlfriend, buying you the prettiest things and doing the most meaningful gestures

“Hey pretty girl,” Jun said as he entered the coffee shop, which was already closed for customers. Catching your attention, Jun began speaking again, as he watched you smiling already. “What’s a beautiful woman doing here… without flowers?” He chuckled, getting out a small bouquet that he hid behind his back. Seeing you laugh, your lover admired you. “Thank you, pretty boy.” You smiled as you walked towards him to kiss him hello. And at the end of telling another how much you missed each other, you put the pretty tulips in a vase at the cash register. But when Jun realized you didn’t take the flowers home, he began to buy you two bouquets, always two. One for the cash register, to remind you every day at your workplace that his presence is there, and the other one for your apartment so you could think of him wherever you were.

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Fiance!Jun who clearly is obsessed with you (and the flowers he gets you, because he has so much fun picking them out for you)

“Baby I think you need new flowers for your vase,” Jun said, as he was seated between your thighs, hearing your pretty moans coming to a halt and a whine escaping instead. “Jun, shut uuup”. You whispered, tangling your hands in his soft locks as you gently guided him back to where he was supposed to be. His nose bumping your clit as he began to focus on kissing your folds. “I love this kitty.” He purred, knowing you’d began to protest the second you heard that nickname. “Boy stop calling it kit-“ without even being able to end your sentence, a moan escaped you. Your fiancé licking a big stripe up your pussy. “First of all, it’s sir. Got it, pretty?. And baby, this perfect pussy that you have, I wish I could just eat it 24/7. Is that better” He asked, knowing it’d drive you crazy the second your head fell back into the soft pillows of your shared bed. (in love).

#seventeen #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #wen junhui #moon junhui #junhui x reader #junhui smut #junhui fluff #junhui imagines #seventeen junhui #svt junhui #junhui x you

[seosracha]

Hi again! Now that ik you do song based fics, i must share my idea with you cause i love your writing!. I was wondering if you'd do a fic for ZB1 Hanbin or Zhang Hao (whichever you think fits this best!) based on the song "like you want me to" by Lyn Lapid where reader believes they deserve someone better than them! <3

୨୧⸻ like you want me to - SUNG HANBIN

genre: angst NOTHING MORE😂🔥🙏 , oneshot

pairing: sung hanbin x gn!reader

wc: 0.6k

authors note: hi nonnie I just want to tell you IM OBSSESED with this song now and also sorry for being lazy and not doing this req 😆😆 anyways requests are open if anyones interested!!!

You’ve been dating Sung Hanbin for around 8 months now. 

He was everything you ever wanted in a man; kind, caring and wasn't afraid to show his love for you. He was also gorgeous, a smile always decorated his face so perfectly, never allowing you to stay mad at him for long periods of time. He touched your mind and heart so beautifully and delicately. 

That's how he always was. At least at the beginning. He'd be so proud to show you off to his friends, not afraid of being bullied by them for it. He'd take you out practically everyday, glad to even have the oppurtunity to be near you.

And even as embarassing as it was to admit, Hanbin was your every first. You had never been the one to initate romantic interctions with people, and he was the one who truly showed you what it means to love someone deeply.

So it was hard to accept the fact that he no longer was the Hanbin you fell in love with. 

You wished you could go back to the moment he changed. You kept blaming yourself for it, wondering where you went wrong, why was it never enough. If only you knew the exact thing, the exact day when the switch flipped inside of him, maybe you could find a way to fix it all. 

You gave him the world, and would give him more if you ever could. Some part of you didn't want to accept the fact that you did deserve better, because the short moments when you’d see the old Hanbin peek through his new persona, kept you in place. 

Maybe he had noticed, trying desperately to keep you around, but it was all so fake. It was all so incredibly fake, cause it'd never last. 

And you never wanted to ruin the one afternoon you’d occasionally have together, bringing up issues in the midst of a moment you so rarely were a witness of. He’d show up at your house, and even though you knew you shouldn’t come out, thinking that maybe he’d finally understand, still, somehow your heart found a way to open that door. 

You knew you were hurting yourself by doing this. You knew that the longer you continued lying to yourself, the harder it would get to let him go. You needed much more than he could possibly offer you, and yet still you found yourself opening that door, replying to that message, and answering that call. 

Your friend had told you she had seen him with someone else last Wednesday. 

You should’ve realized you needed someone better a long time ago. 

How come it took so much fights, lies and harsh words for you to finally realize your worth. 

And even though Hanbin was practically perfect, you knew deep deep down that even with a spark, it doesn’t mean it’s gonna light. 

You loved learning knew things, absorbing new knowledge, and the one thing you learned so quickly was how to love him.

So you hated the fact that'd you'd never learn how to stop.

You may have loved Hanbin, but he’d never want you like you wanted him to. 

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[restinslices]

hiii hope you're having a good day<3

i wanted ask for some Lin Kuei trio angst? like between the brothers? you can choose how to with the plot, im just really craving angst rn and would love if you could write it IF you're okay with it of course. thank you! (love your writing btw it's heavenly 😭🙏🏻)

I made a post a hot minute ago that was “LKBS X Enemy Reader MK1 Intros” and the plot was that the reader betrayed them and killed the other two brothers. So when you asked for angst, my initial thought was “huh… how would they react to their deaths?”. The reader is still like the Dimitrescu sisters because I’m unoriginal.

Doing Bi-Han this time around BUT if you'd like me to do this from Kuai Liang and/or Tomas’ POV (different scenario. Whoever's POV it's from is the one watching the others die) feel free to ask. Word count is 2964

Also we back in the gif era.

If you were to ask Bi-Han what the most powerful drug was, he'd say it was regret. 

“Regret isn't a drug” one would say. “You're wrong” is what he would say back. 

Regret was just as strong as any street drug, maybe even stronger. You only needed a whiff of regret, before it consumed your whole life and you started to regret small things that didn't even matter. Regret took a hold of someone and choked them until the air was forcefully pounded out of their lungs and until their skin turned cold. That's how Bi-Han felt at least. Like he couldn't breathe. Like his skin was colder than usual. Like he walked through his days but never actually lived. Like he was a dead man walking. 

The ice dagger cut into Kuai Liang’s skin so deep, it created a scar that ran up his face and over his eye. 

A warning. 

That's all Bi-Han wanted it to be. 

Kuai Liang couldn't possibly understand the stress Bi-Han was under as the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, nor could Tomas, and Bi-Han wouldn't wish such a fate on either of them even if he could. Only Bi-Han knew how it felt to be the leader of the most powerful clan, yet being forced to remain idle. The Lin Kuei were meant for more than this, how was it that Bi-Han was the only one that saw this?!

“End this brother!”, he commanded. “Embrace the future!”. His word was supposed to be law! He wanted Kuai Liang to end this meaningless fight and stand by his side like he always did. 

Kuai Liang stayed defiant and refused. Fine. Kuai Liang was just in shock. Bi-Han would defeat him and Tomas in combat, and when they awoke they'd listen to him and this entire fight could be forgotten. Just a quarrel between brothers. 

Bi-Han felt something on his shoulder and swatted at it. 

Just a fly. Whatever. 

Then there was another. And another. And soon, before Kuai Liang and Bi-Han could even begin their fight, a wave of flies flew towards them and knocked all three of them off of their feet. 

Bi-Han tried to gather himself when suddenly he felt the tug of someone pulling him up to his feet. Soft familiar hands that he held almost daily, and slid a ring upon years ago. He knew of your… condition. He just didn't know you had been following him. 

“To your feet Bi-Han” you chastised, which was unusual to hear from your lips, which usually spoke words in a soft and loving tone, even to your enemies. “I didn't knock you down as hard as I did them”. 

Your fingers caressed his arm as your lips slowly went up his neck and to his ear. Under any other circumstance, he would've took you right then and there, but none of it felt right. Besides it clearly being a terrible time to think about sex, something in his gut told him that something was wrong. 

He ignored it and that became one of his many regrets. 

“Well done Bi-Han” you spoke quietly into his ear. “Now kill them”. 

What? He must've heard wrong or maybe that was one of his own intrusive thoughts. Surely you wouldn't say something like that. Your relationship to his brothers was so strong, sometimes he shamefully became jealous. They say when you marry someone, you also marry into the family and you seemed to take that to heart. You wouldn't say kill them. He just hit his head too hard. 

“What?” he asked, hoping you'd say something like “I didn't say anything. Are you ok?”, but you didn't. 

“Kill them” you repeated. 

Now he knew he wasn't making this up. He turned to face you and pushed you away from him, and based on how your face bunched up for a second, you weren't pleased. 

“They hit their heads hard Bi-Han. They'll wake soon but for now, they're out. Kill them and end this. Do you think Kuai Liang would've spared your life?”. 

Yes. 

Kuai Liang could've killed him inside, but instead he just knocked him down and even now, Bi-Han had no doubt in his heart that although he was angry, he wouldn't kill him. Bi-Han didn't want to kill Kuai Liang either. He could've stabbed his brother in a vital place but no. He just gave him a scar. Maybe they were both fools trying to hold onto hope for the other. If that was the case, Bi-Han would gladly become a Queen's jester to show how much of a fool he was if it meant holding onto him. And although he wasn't the fondest of Tomas, he was still a good ally (even if he wouldn't say it out loud). 

“I'll imprison them until they come to their senses. I won't kill my brothers”

You scoffed, “you call Tomas your brother when he's passed out and can't hear you?”. He didn't understand your annoyance at the time. In his gut, something was screaming at him “take them out! This was all a trick and you fell for it! Redeem your name and take them out!”.  But that couldn't be true. You, the love of his life, couldn't be some master manipulator that planned for this. 

Bi-Han looked back everyday and wondered why he couldn't just listen to his gut. 

Your fingers no longer felt soft as they touched his face. They just felt cold. 

“My love” you said in your typical soft tone, “imprisonment won't work on them. You are the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei and these two are traitors. They'll escape your prison and they'll make it their mission to take you down. You don't want that”. 

You were right. He didn't want that. 

But he didn't wanna kill them either. 

He looked over at their bodies, still laid on the hard ground and he hoped that something inside him would spark and killing them could suddenly feel easy. 

It never did though and you seemed to sense it. 

You made him look at you and even though he desperately wanted to feel comforted by you, your eyes seemed so distant and loveless. A flick had switched and he had no idea how or why. 

“You don't need them. Tomas is a false Lin Kuei, taken in due to pity. Kuai Liang can't face the truth about your father. Neither of them will ever understand you like I do. You only need me and your clan. Together… together we can be unstoppable. You just have to do this final thing”. 

He looked back over at them. 

“Do it Bi-Han” he coached himself, “Just do it. You let your father die. Why is this any different?”

His father was a grown man too far gone to see vision. Tomas and Kuai Liang just needed to listen to reason. 

“No” he said firmly.

The anger that he saw flash earlier set on your face, and this time you didn't feel the need to fix your expression. 

“No?”

“No”

He could see that infuriated you. 

“I've grown somewhat attached to you, so for your sake…” he could hear movement behind him, “I'll make it quick”. 

Bi-Han realized what was happening all too late. 

Your body broke down into thousands of flies and knocked Bi-Han onto his back. He looked over just in time to see Tomas just getting to his feet when your flies flew into his body, going straight through his chest and bringing him into the air as screams of agony filled the space. Just as quickly as it began, it ended and Tomas’ body fell down onto the concrete, his bones audibly cracking. 

The two brothers jumped to their feet and stood back to back. Bi-Han could practically hear his own heartbeat in his ears, but besides that he heard his brother's attempts to slow his own breathing. As his older brother he wanted to tell him it'd all be ok, even if his own heart was racing. 

“I didn't want this!” he said to both you and his brother. He wasn't sure if they'd make it, and if they didn't, he didn't want them to die with this false idea that he planned this all. 

You didn't care. 

Flies swarmed around him and Kuai Liang, the force of it ripping pieces of their skin and buzzing filling his ears. The two used their powers at the same time, Bi-Han freezing the flies on his side and Kuai Liang burning his. 

The buzzing stopped finally. 

His heart continued thumping hard in his chest and his injuries started to burn, making him wince. 

“You knew nothing of this?” Kuai Liang asked after some time had passed. They both had been standing there in silence, trying to avoid talking about the obvious and looking at the corpse. 

“No” he answered as he finally looked at his younger brother. “I didn't know this would happen”

“How didn't you know? What did you think would happen?” Kuai Liang said accusatorially. What did he think would happen? Anything but that. 

“I thought you'd listen to reason! The Lin Kuei have been idle for too long and waiting at Liu Kang's feet like dogs!” 

Kuai Liang went to say something but he was interrupted by something Bi-Han couldn't see. His hand gripped at his chest and his breathing became heavier. 

“Kuai Liang?” Bi-Han asked, his voice filled with worry. Kuai Liang started to look sick and he couldn't figure out why. 

Then Bi-Han saw something that continued to haunt his nightmares. An imagine he saw whenever he closed his eyes. What he imagined he'd see if he was put in his own personal hell. 

He heard the buzzing again and Kuai Liang’s blood splattered all over him as you burst from his body. 

You tsked. “Those pesky cuts”, a fly flew out one of Bi-Han’s cuts and found its way to your body, blending in with your skin. “Anything can get in them”. 

You looked so pleased and satisfied, like you hadn't done something absolutely horrific. Why?! Why would you do that?! How could you do something so monstrous?! Bi-Han was no saint, but what you did to Kuai Liang and Tomas… it was torture. 

“Don’t look at me like that Bi-Han. You were just too easy” he wasn't sure if your voice was full of sympathy or pity. There's a difference but it hardly mattered. “I'll be in touch”. 

He wanted to kill you. He wanted to rip you apart slowly and have your screams fill his ears, and for your blood to soak his hands, but you were gone just as fast as you were there. 

His younger brother's blood stuck to him and soaked through his uniform when he dropped to his knees. He wanted to grab at Kuai Liang and shake him awake, like he was just napping, but there was nothing to grab. There were only bits and pieces of flesh and organs that he couldn’t quite place sprawled out across the ground. 

“Gēgē! Look what I found!” Kuai Liang called as he ran towards Bi-Han with his hands cupped like he was holding water. Bi-Han finally saw what got his younger brother so excited when he got close enough; a little ladybug. 

“I told him to leave it alone” Tomas said in a huff. They were children and there was a good chance Tomas and Kuai Liang were playing around before the ladybug was spotted. That, or Kuai Liang made Tomas chase him for a bit before he ran to Bi-Han. 

“Ladybugs are good luck, right? Maybe it'll grant us a wish!”. Kuai Liang was so small, with cheeks plump and red and a smile wide and full of mischief. Kuai Liang calmed down when he got older, but as a child, he was always in something he shouldn't have been. His long hair was dirty more days than it wasn't. Proof of how hard he played during the day. He was banned from ever wearing the color white because of how dirty he got. 

“A ladybug can't grant you a wish” Bi-Han said dismissively. He was the exact opposite of his brother, and tired quickly. Tomas with all his bottled up energy (even if a lot of it was nervous energy) could keep up with him just fine. 

The wind blew and it must've carried a few critters, because a fly landed on Bi-Han’s shoulder. He swatted at it and Kuai Liang snickered, 

“I like my ladybug way more than your fly”

“Yeah?” The older boy asked with a raised brow. He grabbed the dead fly and without warning, he ran towards the two. To all their credit, the two were extremely fast and managed to stay together and on their feet. If Tomas hadn't looked behind him, and if there hadn't been an exposed tree root, he wouldn't have fell down. 

Tomas sniffed and Bi-Han knew he had to start doing his older brother duties. 

“Let me see” he tossed the fly to the side and knelt in front of Tomas. The boy turned, revealing two knees covered in cuts and blood and when Bi-Han looked at his face, his eyes were red but he did not cry. That was typical for Tomas. He always tried to act tougher than he was. 

“I didn't fall because I had my ladybug! See!”. Bi-Han rolled his eyes and took Tomas into his arms, 

“Yeah I see”. 

Tomas grumbled the entire time. Whatever pain he felt in his knees was nothing compared to the pain he felt to his pride. His grumbling only stopped after Bi-Han and Kuai Liang’s mother patched up his knees, but it seemed that now it was the oldest boy's turn to grumble. 

“Bi-Han” her voice reminded him of how beautiful pouring honey looked. She sat beside him on the floor and move strands of his hair out of his face. “You're slouching”. 

He fixed his posture and apologized quietly, instead of his typical response “no I'm not!”. 

Her fingers delicately touched his chin and moved his face to look at her, “what's wrong my sweet boy?”. 

“It's stupid”

“Nonsense. Whatever you feel is valid”. 

He looked over at his brothers, the ladybug incident long behind them based on their laughs. Tomas was laying on the couch with his knees still bandaged while Kuai Liang did an overdramatic replay of his fall. 

“I could've stopped him from falling. I should have”. 

“Kids fall all the time Bi-Han. It's ok”

“But I caused his fall. If I hadn't been chasing them with that stupid fly, no one would've been hurt. You and father tell me to be responsible as the oldest and as the soon to be Grandmaster, but that wasn't responsible at all”. Bi-Han debated how good of a Grandmaster he'd be everyday. It wasn't a small thing like “hey here's the car!”. He'd be in charge of a group of people. The clan's flaws would reveal his flaws, they'd look to him for guidance, he'd have to have this strong persona all the time and could never complain. Sure, he didn't agree with everything his father did, but he carried the weight effortlessly. He wasn't sure how he'd do that. 

“You're an interesting person Bi-Han. One moment you're upset about Tomas joining us, and the next you're caring about his injuries”. He knew she was trying to joke, but he wasn't in a laughing mood, so he didn't respond. 

“My sweet boy”, her hand caressed his face, “a good Grandmaster can try and prevent falls as much as he likes. A great Grandmaster knows how to be there for his people when those falls happen. Don't sulk. Join your brothers and laugh with them”. 

“What if I mess up in the future? Badly?”. A sympathetic smile spread across her face. 

“Everyone messes up. But there's nothing you can do that can't be fixed. As long as you're with your brothers, someone will always be there to pick one of you up when you fall. Just stay close to each other”. 

Laughter erupted from where his brothers were, and he looked back over at them. 

“You looked just like that when you fell!” Kuai Liang waved Bi-Han over, “come on gēgē!”. 

Regret is a sickening drug that clings to you like glue. The force of it squeezes you until the air is knocked out of your lungs and until you fall limp in its clutches. Bi-Han isn't sure how long he stayed knelt on the ground and covered in blood, but it was long enough for him to be found by Liu Kang and thrown into imprisonment. 

And as he sat there in his makeshift cell, out the corner of his eye he saw a ladybug crawling through the cracks. He couldn't help but let out a laugh. The laugh was joyless and full of nothing but sorrow. It was one of those laughs that quickly turned into tears and small sobs. The kind of laugh you let out when you lost everything and when you felt like a fool. 

The war for timelines raged on around him, yet somehow through the noise he heard the familiar buzz of flies approaching. 

He hoped that this timeline was destroyed and that somehow he was reunited with his family and they found it in their hearts to forgive him. 

He hoped in the other timelines he made better choices and either got his goal without bloodshed, or completely abandoned it. Anything but what happened. 

Such a pity hope was as useless as pouring water into a river. 

Such a pity he’d live with his regret for years to come.

Lowkey I didn’t have to add the reader betrayal part and it could’ve focused on the actual kanon but dead brothers is fun so ya know-

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[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #adventure time #goin insane over him #thers no words to describe how im feelin #i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE #FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED. #ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO??????? #ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P #IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH #SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP. #also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake #which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk #ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help #ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER. #im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help #maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.

[aroaessidhe]

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What Stalks Among Us

YA thriller

two best friends skip a field trip to explore some old forgotten backroads - and get trapped in a looping corn maze full of weird shit, including their own dead bodies

they have to figure out how to get out, what’s killing them, what’s causing the maze, and face their traumas

fat girl MC with anxiety, both are bi and have ADHD, no romance

#What Stalks Among Us #aroaessidhe 2023 reads #sarah hollowell #wait i just noticed it's them on her shirt on the cover... #i enjoyed this a lot! #it really immediately gets into it huh. not any build up. but in hindsight that makes sense #it gets a little repetitive in places but it works and I love how it all tied together #no romance #(it DOES explore past abusive relationships as a theme but very much just the effects of healing from that rather than showing #much of the actual relationships) #I really love how it emphasised how important their friendship is without there even being a question of it being romantic #(but also exploring that a bit re: the side character stuff in a way that I think is great) #it does make references and then explain them a lot (though also i get that could be an adhd thing with ur mind going on a tangent) #she even is like man i wish my brain would stop making all these pop culture references! #that plus a few other aspects of the writing felt a bit unsubtle - but also it is YA its allowed to be #that and a few other aspects of the writing felt a bit unsubtle - but also it is YA its allowed to be #also some of the references made me laugh LMAO. including: #'remember when you thought the maze followed crossroad rules from supernatural. do you think the maze knows about super hell' #i cannot fault someone for saying heckin wimdy because I sure do that. well not 'heckin' but #anyway felt like realistic teens #bisexual books

[shibaraki]

when it comes to writing it’s good to think of your brain like a muscle. but keeping that line of thinking I wanted to say that as writers we have different skills and that’s okay. so you may be good at short sprints. others do long. some even do marathons!!!!! whether you write 500 words or 5k words or over 20k words it is still valuable, it’s your work and it is time well spent

#does this make sense. who knows #anyway I’ve said it once I’ll say it a million times stop comparing yourself to other people #everything has its place in fandom ok someone out there loves your writing regardless of the length #I know writers who struggle to reach 3k sometimes look at longer fic writers and think man. I wish I could do that #while on the other hand I have long fic writer friends telling me ‘I WISH I KNEW HOW TO SHUT UP’ lmfao #length is not equal to quality. and writing short fic is a skill in and of itself #to build a world with so few words??! ITS HARD !! and people do it! #concentrate on the race you’re in now. you can always work your way up to something new if you want to #you cannot jump from 100 metre sprints to multi lap races!! #I’m sure this has been said before it’s just something I was thinking about #priv

[tae-shimura-is-my-wife]

What would you have changed about the Bleach final arc?

I kept thinking a lot about it, especially remembering everything from Bleach i have consumed. Since i'm terrible at writing metas, this will be kind of a simple answer ok 😭?

Make Uryu be the center of the arc, alongside with Ichigo, poor boy was so erased after SS arc, so this was his chance to shine again and made his bond with Ichigo stronger

Make Uryu and Ichigo defeat Yhwach. Idc if they would take power from their a$$es, seeing these two destroying the man who killed their mothers would be insane! They should be fighting together, not fcking Renji!

Give Rukia more screen time and importance, she was the second protagonist for the sake of god!

It would be good if Ori and Chad were more relevant for once...

Explain what happened with the rest of cast! Millions of characters disappeared and we know nothing about them after all;

Make Ichigo live in Soul Society, it can be in any way! My preference is he being a captain of gotei 13! But he could even be a lieutenaunt or just in some squad that i would be happy!

Chad could be a judo teacher! Especially since this is a self defense matial art! So he would use his fists to help protecting people :D

URYU WOULD BE A FAMOUS FASHION DESIGNER!!!

Orihime has so much possibilities man! She could be a nurse, a doctor, a pediatrician, a teacher, even a baker! As much she's working, i would be happy!

I would like to Ishihime be together! Especially because i feel these two have the vibes of wanting to date/be married, plus Ori could know the world, since Uryu would be famous!

IR? Well, there's nothing explicit about their relationship status, so you can imagine whatever you want about them 🤭

But Ichigo and Rukia are always together in everything!

They would reunite in Chad's house to see Uryu's fashion show! Ryuken would be watching too. Ori would be there with her husband in the vip session

Ichigo and Rukia would go back together to Soul Society after a while, with Isshin observing them meanwhile he smiles

When they enter the Soul Society, there's already enemies for them to defeat

And the manga would end with Ichigo and Rukia fighting side by side while smiling! Since it all started with them, it will end with them!

And of course no R//R

#anti bleach ending #ishihime #anti ichihime #anti renruki #just in case #anti 686 #i hope this answer your question! #i imagine rukia always asking ichigo to go to the human world #don't get me wrong i love IR! #but i think an open ending to their relationship would be fun #because you can interpret the various ways they could be together or even if they're already together but isn't explicit #at least i like these kind of things 😆 #since ishihime would've happened i//h would never exist #thanks to god #my biggest wish was to Uryu be the grey/yuno/kaiba to ichigo #but he barely appeared 😭 #i got more hurted after writing this #since i had to remember that ending 😭 #i felt like someone was pressing my heart #i just wanted my group to be happy man #if you wanted a more in depth thing i'm sorry #there's great posts on the tag #i always need to put ridiculous censoring in my posts

[usersukuna]

queer culture is being obsessed and attracted to a fictional character but not being able to decide if you want to fuck them or want their gender

#this post is about taika waititi as blackbeard #in case you were wondering #i've never felt like this before #jfc #i wanna fuck him but also be just like him #i want his hair #i want his fucking dark brown eyes #i want to cover my body with tattoos #i wish i were a man and could grow a beard and dress up just like That #and tie my hair just like That #but i also WANT HIM y'know what i mean #babygirl i wanna pull your hair and do unspeakable things to you but i also wish i were you. #personal #txt post #i saw someone write a tag or a post similar to this one #but i COULDN'T FIND IT ANYWHERE #if anyone knows what post i'm talking about send me the link please i beg

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

Hey, I know the fandom's long gone now and you're not on here as much, but I just wanted to tell you I'm really glad I got to meet you through AH. Your writing for fahc stuff always made me smile and I still have a bunch of it saved in my drafts cause I used to go back and re-read it so much, every so often I think about the think about the writing prompt you did once for Michael, Gavin and Jeremy with "the happiest we ever were" and it makes me feel some sort of way I can't even describe. Anyway, you're really cool and an amazing writer and I'm very lucky I got to share a fandom space with you <3

First, thank you so much, this is incredibly sweet (and flattering) and although I know it might be lame to say back at you, I mean... back at you. I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one here, because I'm just some guy who wrote some words one time, and yet it introduced me to some of the best people I've known, yourself included.

I think back on that time so often, and I'm always wishing to go back to it, to not have let myself lose it. It was so much fun and it brought me so much joy I can't even begin to put it into words.

I could go on and on about how much the fandom means to me, but suffice it to say I am forever grateful to have shared the space with you, and you're in my heart always 💚💚

#this is less sappy but as I'm typing this 'stressed out' by 21 pilots is on and it's like... #'wish we could turn back time/ to the good old days' yeah man I feel that. #also in case anyone wondered #yes I am still as awkward as I've ever been. #for real though I think about this stuff...constantly. I miss having that connection. #and whenever I write stuff that's like... tangentially related/inspired by the fahc writing we all did #I want so badly to have someone to share it with like I did then #apologies that this became me rambling but some things never change you know?

[loonymarshian]

Always By Your Side

Day 8 of #BG3FicFeb - "It will be okay as long as we're together" A bit of a re-write of the end of the game, Astarion struggles as he is finally forced to confront the rest of his life in the shadows, but he doesn't have to do it alone.

Sorry ya'll, I skipped day 7, was struggling to come up with any inspiration from the prompt. Also, don't worry, part 2 of the day 6 prompt is coming, I've just decided to put it on the backburner a bit so I can focus on the daily prompts more.

The adventure was over, the netherbrain defeated. Tragedy and her companions had destroyed the tadpoles that had infected their minds all this time, and been named the Heroes of Baldur’s Gate. But this was not a wholly happy ending. After the brain’s defeat, the party had gathered on the docks to watch the sunrise. They’d forgotten, for a moment, that one of them was no longer welcome in the light of day. As the sun rose over the horizon, Astarion had begun to burn, the tadpole no longer protecting him from the curses of his vampiric nature. He’d run for cover, but just as Tragedy had been about to rush after him, Karlach had collapsed, her engine finally reaching its limits. The necromancer had been forced to remain behind, to convince Karlach to return to Avernus with Wyll. Her fellow tiefling had been through too much, was loved too much, for her to die now. But through all that, Tragedy’s mind was flooded with anxiety for her love. She couldn’t bear to leave him alone out there, but convincing Karlach to live had been far more urgent than following the vampire.

As soon as she had safely seen Wyll and Karlach off, Tragedy rushed off on her own, not even taking the time to say goodbye to her remaining companions. She knew they would understand. The only thing that mattered to her was finding Astarion as she ran around the docks, praying to every god who might be listening that he had found somewhere safe to hide. The tiefling’s heart didn’t slow until she finally spotted the vampire’s familiar white hair, his form huddled in the shadows cast by a large stack of crates.

Astarion had made himself as small as possible. His face was buried in his knees, his arms wrapped around his shins. Even from 20 feet away, Tragedy could see him shaking. Tears sprang to the necromancer’s eyes as she rushed over to the man she loved. Wordlessly, she sat down beside him and pulled him into her arms, encouraging him to cry on her shoulder instead. He did so without a fight, leaning his full weight into her side as his form shuddered with sobs. Tragedy didn’t know how long they sat there before Astarion exhausted himself.

“I thought I would be okay.” Astarion’s voice was quiet and hoarse as he mumbled into his lover’s chest. “I thought I was prepared to lose the sun. I didn’t realise it would be so hard. I’m sorry.”

Tragedy held Astarion tighter, her cheek resting on the top of his head. “Don’t be sorry, love. Of course this is hard. But I’m here. You don’t have to face this alone.”

The sun had fully risen by now, and it was starting to encroach on the shadows the couple occupied. Thankfully, Tragedy was pretty sure she still had enough energy left to cast Dimension Door. All she needed was to find a safe space they could move to within the spell’s range. Glancing up, she spotted the bow of a ship jutting over the docks. The Blushing Mermaid. They should be safe there for the rest of the day, especially if Captain Grisly was willing to let them hide in Ethel’s lair.

“Hey, Astarion? I’m going to cast Dimension Door to take us to the ‘Maid, okay? We can’t stay here.”

At that, the vampire finally pulled away from Tragedy’s embrace, glancing up at the tavern above, and the shadows surrounding them, noticeably smaller than they had been when he’d arrived. He reached up to wipe away his tears, then took his lover’s hand and nodded, ready.

Pulling Astarion to his feet with her, Tragedy closed her eyes and conjured an image in her mind of the interior of the Blushing Mermaid, specifically the main upstairs space where the curtains were always drawn so there was no risk of landing in a patch of sunlight. She whispered the verbal component of the spell, and felt as the Weave wrapped around her and her love, blanketing them in darkness for a moment before they found themselves within the dark interior of the Blushing Mermaid. The tiefling made sure Astarion was comfortably situated at a table in the darkest corner of the room, before hurrying downstairs to get drinks. If there were ever a time for day-drinking, she figured, it was now.

~o~

A bottle of wine later, Astarion seemed much more himself. The ‘Maid was never empty, even at noon, and the rogue had started distracting himself by making snide comments about the rest of the patrons. Tragedy was joining in of course, partly because it seemed to be keeping Astarion in good spirits for the moment, but she had to admit, people-watching like this was entertaining. It wasn’t until a gnome walked into the room wearing a hideous red beret that did not at all match his purple attire, and Astarion didn’t respond to her pointing it out, that Tragedy realised he had slipped into melancholy once more.

The tiefling reached across the table to hold her lover’s hand, both their wine glasses abandoned.

“Is everything okay, love?” She squeezed Astarion’s hand in her grip reassuringly, wanting to remind him that he wasn’t alone, and she was here to listen.

Astarion met Tragedy’s eyes just briefly, a fake smile plastered on his face. “Just thinking about what comes next. Do you have any plans?”

The question confused Tragedy. The way he asked made it sound like he thought their plans for the future wouldn’t involve each other. She hadn’t really thought about what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, but she did know one thing - whatever life was going to bring, she wanted to share it with this man. They’d gone through so much together in such a short time, grown together in ways she never would have expected. She loved him, and she would do anything to make him sure of that.

“I suppose we’ll have to start looking for a way for you to walk in the sun again,” she said, full of confidence. She may not have been a powerful enough wizard to attract the attention of Mystra herself, but that didn’t mean she was without power and skill. If there was any magic out there that could cure vampirism, or grant a vampire immunity to the sun’s rays, she would find it. And if there wasn’t anything for that specifically, she would dedicate the rest of her life to mastering Wish, a legendary spell that could grant an arcane caster anything they Wished for.

The declaration seemed to stun Astarion, his eyes wide and his body frozen. It took him a moment to thaw out, but when he did, his insecurity was painted clearly across his face. By now, Tragedy was pretty sure she understood what was going on in his mind. For 200 years, Astarion had been abused, his body used as a tool over and over again to lure victims back for his master, Cazador. He’d never known real love, romantic or otherwise. So, now that the tadpoles were gone and there was no outside influence keeping them together, Astarion was half-convinced that she would want to leave him.

“Really?” His question came out in a whisper at first, before he cleared his throat and continued at a higher volume. “Are you sure? Is this,” the vampire gestured between them with his free hand, “what you want?”

“It is. Whatever we’ll face in our futures, I want to face it together. I love you, Astarion.” Tragedy gripped his hand tighter, trying to infuse all her love and conviction into that one touch, this one look.

Astarion finally relaxed, his expression softening into a relieved smile at her response. “Good. Because, selfless as I am, I really didn’t want to let you go.”

Reaching over the small table with his free hand, Astarion cupped Tragedy’s cheek and pulled her into a sweet, slow kiss.

This was the end of one adventure, but their lives together had just begun.

#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #bg3ficfeb #astarion/tav #astarion #baldurs gate 3 #ya'll have no idea how much soft astarion means to me #i'll do my best to write some of his signature sass later #but for now you're getting soft astarion because i said so #i wish i could run after astarion at the end #it makes me so sad to see him run off alone #someone get this man a million hugs

[skitskatdacat63]

I think I mentioned it here before but I wrote some paper for a class where I used F1 interviews(like the post-race press pen) as examples, right? My prof asked if she could use it as a sample work for future classes omg!!! But mostly I'm cackling evilly over the fact that F1 is forever memorialized in that paper, I hope someone in the future reads it and is like "...wait a minute" 😭

#i used post-azerbaijan bcs it was the most recent when i wrote it #so fucking rip Nyck bcs i used his post-dnf interview as the main example JDJFKGKGLGL #this makes me wish i wrote their full names and used more examples #but i wonder if you could figure out the race by the examples i used 🤔 #anyways thats cool as i said mostly just laughing abt the fact that my F1 obsession made it into an example #speaking of f1 interviews(or sports in general) i touched upon this in my paper but during the race interviews are so interesting #i cant remember if they do them so much now(i feel like my brain just dumps most of my race wknd memory except the highlights 😭) #but in like older races they always made me cringe bcs #someone would have a silly dnf or smth and the interviewers would be sooooo blunt with them #ik its their job but god i cannot imagine going up to someone after they just crashed out and being like #'so that seemed pretty silly why dod you do that' basically just questions where you the viewer are like #UGHHHHHH HOW ARE YOU ASKING HIM THAT YOUD MAKE ME CRY IF THAT WERE ME #anyways :) interviews are interesting bcs of how they remove barriers that exist in normal conversation #man if only i used nando as an example in that paper ughhhhh i dont think his clip fit with what i was writing tho #but max got in there :D good for Max :D forever memorialized in some random paper #catie.rambling.txt

[starberry-skies]

hey google. what's a good birthday gift to give to someone who you haven't talked to in months and also they're halfway across the world and also i can't ship it to them. so yeah just over text. thanks i'll check back in 15-17 minutes at 350 degrees

#chirping #god i'm so tired #idk what to tag this type of post #nonsense. nonsense is what it is #ohhh i'm working then too. ugh #trying to think trying to think #i could. draw something? i can't friggin draw #i can write but like. #'hey happy bday i wrote fanfiction of characters you've never heard of for you :)' #maybe i'll commission someone? #no that's too. much. ughhhhhhhh #idk. i try to be the friend who i want to have which means wishing people happy birthday and watching/reading their recommendations #but gift giving gets a little hard when there's no way for them to get the gift #'just wish them a happy birthday!' i hear you start to type #and i will!! but. i wish i could do more. #man i'm tired #i need friends who live near me. i want to give gifts again... #and i'll def ship gifts and stuff #but that's money and time. which i don't always have. #oh maybeeee photos? like i take nice photos of wildlife and stuff? that'd be cool..... #OH YEAH that's totally it. ehehehehe