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I realize my biggest grammar error is that i accidentally spell ‘wad’ instead of ‘was’.

This is my sign to proofread my works

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helloo!! gosh im actually really new to the fandom and i have been enjoying your fics they're sooo well written!!

what about saiki and reader baking together?

and there's just these little moments where they accidentally brush fingers/hips, caught each other's eyes, or stare at the other a little bit too long that they messed up the batter they were stirring

just those little moments because i loveee the tension haha!! and maybe in the end the big moment would be saiki and the reader enjoying the sweet they made and then the reader casually wipes off a smudge of cream from the corners of saiki's mouth saying that he got something there before licking the cream themself and went right back to eating hahah!! and maybe then would saiki realise the gravity of his growing feelings for the reader

sorry this is so lengthy!! i just like to yap a little bit!!

Thank yoj so much, it’s so motivating to hear that people do enjoy my writing even if it’s something I do free-lanced-ly. 😭💜

My eyelash literally poked my lower lid at the right angle to prick me while I was writing this

Also yes, I did search up a strawberry cake recipe for this

Home ec. was already such a pain. His friends always pestered him; they were never good at baking. In hindsight, just agreeing to them probably would’ve let him avoid what he felt for you a little more—an undeniable ‘tolerance’ for one of the few people he’s accepted as part of his life. Your parents were friends, so clearly you two had to be friends by extension, tradition, if you will. Agreeing to your oh so gracious request to bake with you because your friend was absent, was a grave mistake.

The task was simple—a simple damned strawberry cake with four layers.

1.PREPARE THE CAKE(S)

“Can you pass me the butter milk and separate the egg yolks from the white?” You asked him as you opened and measured out some cake flour on a scale and measuring cup. Once it was measured, you grab another bowl while he hands you the butter milk. Your fingers brush momentarily—barely. You sift the flour in gently. As you do, he separates the yolks.

Truthfully, he doesn’t mind you running the ship. You seemed in your element— baking and murmuring gentle commands, it was almost cute. As you fold the flour in, he finally slips the egg yolks in.

“Mix it for me?” Though it was a statement, you proposed it like a question. He wouldn’t mind. He took the bowl and gently mixed it. He had to be careful, his strength could accidentally whip it too fast and god knows what could happen. As he mixes, you reach for the egg whites in another bowl that was to his right, arm dipping under his. He watches you, carefully. He’d be sure to erase your memory of this if you found out he was watching.

He watches as you whisk the egg whites into peaks, before adding in sugar. He wanted to point out that some of the puffy whites got on the corner of your mouth when you taste tested it after the sugar, but he didn’t—it was oddly endearing.

“Saiki, I think thats enough mixing,” you smile sheepishly at him, glancing at the batter he’s definitely been mixing too long. It wasn’t like it’d mess up the cake completely, but he didn’t want to be that guy in a group project. Wordlessly, he hands the batter over and watches you fold the whites in. For a moment, he finds himself seeing things. He sees you in the kitchen, bowl in hand, maybe a baby to your hip with maybe a dog barking—whatever you wanted. For a moment, he thinks he’s insane.

He is insane when he sees you make eye contact with him. “Something on my mouth?” You murmur. He points to the corner of your mouth. You huff and lick it away quickly before pouring the batter into a lined cake pan. Three more to go. So you both mixed and mixed away before putting the four cake batters into the ovens.

2.PREPARE THE FROSTING AND STRAWBERRIES

He was near death, he thinks. He had been tasked with cutting the strawberries, and sugaring them, while you were making the frosting—buttercream. You mixed it softly as he gently sliced strawberries. Soon, your hands were buttery, and his, full of strawberry juice.

“Opinions?” You offer him some of the buttercream on your finger. He wasn’t sure what to do—how to react. Yes, you two have been friends for years. Yes, you two have gotten comfortable enough to casually offer each other food. Yes, you two have fed each other out of boredom. No, he’s never licked butter cream off your finger.

Tentatively, he tastes the buttercream off of your finger. He tilts his head with thought.

‘Add another drop of vanilla extract’

He still doesn’t think he’ll reveal his powers to you—not yet. You nod and go back to making the butter cream. He stands, staring down at the strawberries. They were sliced, laid on a plate, sugar dusted over them. He looks back to you.

Wordlessly, he holds a strawberry slice to your lips. He watches as you bite down on it and take it in between your lips.

You hum as you chew. “Sweet.”

3.ASSEMBLE THE CAKE

After letting the cakes cool down properly, it was finally time to assemble the monstrosity. You layered the four, short cakes, with a layer of frosting in between. He had been tasked with spinning the cake table while you frosted. He hadn’t realized how close you’d be. He could smell the remaining sugar on you—the sweetness of domesticity. How gentle it was, when you laughed and told him to spin it a little faster. It was possibly the most rewarding moment of this little adventure. The cake was a product of your efforts. As you scrape down the frosting with a spreader, you hum.

He begins to lay the strawberry slices as you pipe dollops of frosting on the edges. Gently, your creation came to be. You huff softly and look up at him in satisfaction. Yet, as he looks back down, he sees your eyes focused on his cheek.

“Y’got somethin’ there, Sai…” You mumble as you smudge some frosting off of his pale skin with your thumb, only to gently lick it off your fingertip. He had thought he heard every nickname he could from his mother, but Sai, was something you made, and it held.

Other than the insane beating of his heart, and the absolute fight of using cryokinesis to cool his body but also not to freeze everything in the room—he was totally fine. He was normal about what you did—most definitely. He wasn’t. He wasn’t sure what he would do with his head. He wasn’t sure on what to do with the idea of you two baking in twenty years time.

He was whipped.

Did you guys see the pun at the end. hahahah

Ik its unrealistic to make a 4 layer cake in a single home ec period—but pretend, okay

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need more puppygirl!gf with saiki but like gf is a petplayer gulps..

anon immso sorry, but what is a pet player 😭

If i know what it is, in essence, I’ll write it, I have an idea on what it is but i need confirmation

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lmao hey guys, send requests pls :3

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helloooo pumpkin! i luv ur writing! i was thinking about something very cute an silly for saiki.! Imagine when Saiki tells his partner about his powers. about what he goes through. Dude is NERVOUS. But instead of being surprised, excited, or anything, they look at him for a while before speaking in a quiet tone and saying something along the lines of; "That sounds incredibly difficult for you, please tell me what I can do to make you feel comfortable after dealing with all this." thank youuu! ^^

I was getting through finals studies—I’m writing this after I’ve finished my first final. This was simmering in the drafts :3

YOU ALWAYS found it weird how Kusuo, your boyfriend, always knew what you needed. Whenever you were down, he’d weirdly, always, have your favorite candy. Whenever you were thirsty, he oddly had an extra can of juice from lunch. It was all odd coincidence that every minor inconvenience you had with him, just dissolved within seconds. Kusuo was no fool to your skepticism, though.

He admits, maybe he did pamper you slightly. Perhaps he’s too often solved all of the small pokes in your back than he has let you solve it yourself. He didn’t see why he shouldn’t, though. After all, you are so tolerant of him. You accept when he doesn’t want to be touched, or when everything is too loud for him. Hell, he even remembers when he felt so tired and you bought him coffee jelly and some tea. He could’ve done it himself, but it tasted sweeter when you made it.

Kusuo admits, as well, that perhaps he’s let you in maybe too much. Maybe he’s ‘sensed’ too many things for it to be passed off as “boyfriend instinct”. He can feel your stares—your internal questions. He thought, maybe, he should play dumb and go about as usual. In that case, you’d be incredulous—how crazy would you have to be to believe your boyfriend has powers? Then Kusuo would feel bad in that event. Would it be best to come clean? He figured you would freak out if he did, who wouldn’t? But he couldn’t risk you feeling crazy, either. He had been so deep in thought and contemplation, he hadn’t realized you were worried.

***

“Kusuo?” The both of you had been dating for not long, actually. It was spontaneous, at a festival. Yet, he felt as comfortable as ever hearing his name from your lips. You were lying on the floor together—you said it felt better on your back, so he accompanied you. He turns his head to signal he was listening. “Are you okay?”

He nods, you furrow your eyebrows. With a small chew on the inside of your cheek, you relent. Your boyfriend was a master at avoiding conversation, you wouldn’t win. “M’kay.” You scooted closer, placing your head on his shoulder—his arm wraps around you.

It was pure warmth. He loved your weight on him, it solidified the idea you were real and with him. He glanced down to your curled up form, and he could feel himself caving. He was sure you had been peeling at his defenses, layer by layer. You were reaching to the core of his being—sooner than he’d like. It was worrying. He was so fortified, he didn’t know what else to do. They say love is like a flower blossoming in spring, but what will he do when his winter comes? When he slips up? He wasn’t sure. He only found himself wanting to bear it to you. He would show the deepest parts to you. Maybe he shouldn’t do that with his first relationship, but he didn’t care.

“You want a cat.” He started, speaking with his mouth. “You want…three. One ragdoll, one siamese, and the other is debatable.” All things you’ve thought about, but never said. “You sometimes want to hold my hand whenever I’m irritated, but you never do because you think I’ll get upset. You think my bed is more comfortable than yours but you never tell me to scoot over when you’re over.” His hands felt clammy when he felt your gaze.

“How do you know all that?” You whispered to him. You swore you could see a genuine expression of anxiety on him for the first time

“I can read your mind. I can do a lot of things. I can…use telekineses, I can turn invisible, I can hear everyone’s thoughts in a certain radius. I can’t throw a ball because I can’t control myself. I have x-ray vision, so I can’t actually see your face.”

You turned warm at the notion. So he knew you liked him way before?

He answered your thought. “I did know. You started liking me after we worked on the Chemistry project together.”

…

The silence was killing him. He looked down to your form, only to see it curling into him. “That sounds…rough. You can hear everyone’s thoughts? You can’t see my face? You…” He was a strong man, you thought. You’d go crazy if you constantly heard everyone’s thoughts—nobody could be two-faced with him. You gently maneuvered to lay on him. “Tell me what I can do to make you comfortable when I can, okay? That sounds constantly overwhelming….”

He looked down at you in curiosity. You weren’t freaked out or angry. You were…gentle. How endearing.

“Just stay.” He answered. So you did.

I’ve written ‘Saiki’ too much it’s starting to look like mumbo jumbo

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if i accidentally posted a draft, forgive me

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the new genshin quest made me sad I’m writing dainsleif fluff bc I feel sad abt the ending of it now

Muni presents:

Dain and Tavern owner! Reader

Without a doubt, Dainsleif always came back to your tavern—eventually

The first time you met him, you gave him a free drink. It was traditional for you—giving a free one for adventurers and travelers as a refresher, to not worry about the first one at your establishment. When he had dropped by, it was like a little metal stone being thrown at your head at light speed. He seemed different from all the people you’ve observed, and you’ve seen many. Yet, you gave him a sweet smile nonetheless. Who were you to judge somebody’s exotic appearance? You had noted his starlike pupils—how beautiful.

Of course, Dainsleif had barely interacted with people other than the traveler and maybe the occasional stranger, so your smile was foreign. You weren’t asking for directions or shaking him down for money since he was alone. You didn’t have a floating friend that had a high pitched voice or a resemblance to the person that he had remembered five hundred years ago. You were merely the sweet woman who gave everyone their first drink of the night, free.

He started coming back. He would order a drink, but never more. Dainsleif—the man who never really particularly called you a friend or an acquaintance, but introduced you to the traveler when they needed a place to lay low and sit. He was a man of few words—who had evolved from sitting at the table in the corner to slowly inching closer, eventually, automatically sitting at the bar. He hadn’t particularly named you anything, but he would always raise an eyebrow at drunk men who wolf whistled at you. Dainsleif was the man who stayed until the closing hours, and the man you had let stay even after hours while you cleaned.

Dainsleif was the man who would tell you about the world—but not his old one. He would tell you how the lands of Teyvat would look, and their home species. He would tell you, if you asked, about the monsters he’s slain. Dainsleif always gave you a warning to never wander too far. He said it was because you didn’t know a single thing about sword wielding or the fact you didn’t have a vision, but truthfully, he just liked coming back to you.

He liked how you never particularly held him down, but always welcomed him back. You never pestered him to settle down and live. You rather asked him to get you souvenirs—maybe a flower or plant. You gave him mora to buy items that might’ve caught your eye if you were there. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he very lazily wrote in the journal you once gave him as a passing gift. Perhaps you’d like the flower he saw in natlan—so he wrote. Right next to that page, was that same pressed flower.

I needed to write this bc the quest made me sad 💔

Also bc I’ve had eyes for dain since that first quest we saw him in 💜

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I love talking to my friends; none of them know I write fanfic.

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how would I hypothetically tag this

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mewaiting for that anon to get the guts to request that ask again before i risk my dignity

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okayyyyy sooooo….

To rhat dear anon that submitted that saiki request about his powers and the spiel abt reader and stuff and you submitted it at like 8 AM and you said youbwere gonna ask another blog before they left the fandom

I accidentally posted it and I couldn’t private it 💜

I deleted it so uhhhh, if you’re willing, you can resubmit ur ask abt him

:3

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Slides into ur dms heyyy,,, so i heard u need saiki angst ideas,,, i used to be into saiki k back in the pandemic, and Ive always had this idea in my head: What if Saiki had a crush on a reader who was doomed to die first in the volcano explosion? Obv, the volcano destroys japan, but reader (thru unforetunate events) is always the first one to die bcs of it. I like to imagine near the explosion date, Aira sees the Mark of Death on Reader and tells Saiki abt it, and Saiki just goes "🙁🙁 i know" WHSHSHAHSH

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The idea of the reader inevitable death bc she’s slightly immune to his psychic powers always stuck with me. This one is fem, also trying some new stylistic things, btw.

YOU WEREN’T A NUISANCE, like everyone else. If Saiki had to say what kind of person you were, he’d recall the time during your first year of PK academy with him. He’d say that you were his advocate for silence. You’d stick around, and buy him coffee jelly if he was irritated. He would say you were the type of girl who would always offer something if a girl needed a hair tie or some vaseline. He would say you always gave pets to stray cats, and would make impromptu convenience store visits to buy a little can of pate for them.

That’s the kind of girl you were. He never let himself get too close, though.

He knew, on April ninth, what news would arise. He could already see it on Mikoto’s face when she stares at him guiltily for the whole debriefing between her, Saiki, and Toritsuka. Once the purple haired boy had fell asleep, she fidgeted until she felt a pool in her gut—fear.

“Th—That girl you talk to—she has the mark of death.” She spluttered. Between the trio, Toritsuka and Mikoto had a nagging feeling he felt for you more than he let on. He made them work for themselves, but you? Suddenly they had to go get him stuff so he could hand it to you. She was worried for him—rightfully. She stared at him expectantly, waiting for s hint of grief or sorrow. All she saw, was disappointment.

So you didn’t live this time loop too, huh? Did he have to run it again? Did he have to try harder? Yet, as he looked down at Toritsuka, knocked out and slumped over, he realized that it could be you like that. except without breathing and snoring.

“I know.” It was neither his typical irritated answers. Nor was it short or curt. It was soft, accepting and denying as well. It was paradoxical. He could change the course—he’s prevented it with Chiyo for christ’s sake, but you always died, somehow. So why couldn’t you live?

It was radio silence. He’d have to try again tomorrow.

***

WHICH WENT TO SHIT, IMMEDIATELY.

No matter what he did, he couldn’t save you. Toritsuka kept all of you in a crowd, but you died by each unfortunate event. A piece of a building crushing you from the earthquake caused by the suppressed rumbling. An eruption below you. Trampling. Run over by the panic. A falling street light. Debris and mob mentality always got to you before he did. Would he have to send a clone? That was too unsafe. Why couldn’t he just…put you in bubble wrap and keep you safe? Why couldn’t he go back in time and never meet you at all? Would that stop you from attending this trip? Hell, that wouldn’t be good for his mental. How could he stop it?

It was frustrating, for your life to be dangled like candy. How many more times would he have to loop the year? He didn’t know, but he was willing to try until he was sure you’d make it

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imagine THISS - saiki with a sleeptalker s/o. has genuinely full blown CONVERSATIONS that make 0 sense. like its just "..are you awake, or asleep?" "i love spicy salami too honey" "???"

Wait I love this

Ft. Things I’ve said in my sleep according to my brother

“Kusu…”

That was the first sign that the dead has risen to him.

Truthfully, he loves it. You two lay in bed. He sits up, against the headboard, while you doze off, face pressed into his hip (blanket between to save him from drool). There was only one, teensy, tiny, downside: your sleep talking. Sure, he loved you, flaws and all, but it confused him out of his mind.

No thoughts to go off of, just pure mumbo jumbo.

“Are you awake?” He murmured. He figured that you probably wouldn’t hear him if he used telepathy.

“Bun…e.” You said in a haze.

“Yes, bunny,” he said back, patting your head. “Anything else, love?” It was times like these where he would take advantage of your haze—the gentle clouding of your mind.

“Ball—the ball.” You mumble. “Y’need…blue.”

“Mhm.” He hummed as he set his book down.

“Luv’ you.”

“are you asleep or awake?”

“I lob’…spicy salami too.”

He merely patted your cheek.

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theres a wriothesley draft that’s been in the drafts for as long as last years august 28, 2024

Almostvhard to believe that this blog has almost been up for a yr

meow?

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saiki with a puppy girl reader? like a human who has puppy ears and a tail >w<

UHM…WOOF?

Synopsis: in which your dear friend has a freak accident when he sees a cockroach and takes it out on you

If it weren’t for the fact that you were freaking out, he would’ve shrugged it off.

It was a simple accident, really—he swears. He saw a cockroach and his powers went wild. He didn’t mean to turn you into…this. This puppy girl. You were yipping out of what he assumed to be canine instinct. You looked at your brown tail much like how a puppy chases its own. He would admit it’s somewhat amusing if you weren’t whining like a poor dog.

“Saiki! What did you do!?” You had squeaked. He couldn’t particularly give you an answer, so he shrugged. He assumed you weren’t happy with the answer as your fuzzy brown tail tucked between your legs. “Saiki!”

‘Alright Alright, calm down. I’ll try to figure something out.’

His tone didn’t comfort you in the slightest. He was still wary, and half-sitting on the counter. It was an unfortunate accident, really. He knew that the cockroach was still somewhere, but he didn’t know where.

Like dogs do, you whimpered. The puppy ears flattened down on your head in fret. Great, you had the emotional range of a puppy now too, huh. You yipped on instinct again, only to try to cover your mouth from making noise. He stared at you curiously—human nature versus your dog traits. It had almost been cute if you weren’t panicked and whining.

How do you calm dogs down again?

***

His plan had been successful, but he was now stuck. He had convinced you to let him pet you, but now you were dozing off on his touch. Tail lazily wagging and thumping on the couch. Your ears were perked up, waiting for his next pet. You hadn’t bothered to think of how to get rid of these extremities yet—the pets were too good! He was thinking, merely staring at the TV. He only looked back down when you yipped again.

‘You’re not a dog’ he telepathically said. Truth be told, you weren’t too bad like this. You were quiet and shut as long as you had pets, and that was okay with him. Though, you had merely yipped in response again. He grimaced at the noise.

“Saiki, we haven’t found out how to take these off,” You mumbled again, tail tucking between your legs again. His eyes, despite being so stoic, softened at your whimpering state. These puppy characteristics had made you…more emotional, he figured. He patted your head again, watching as your tail began to wag.

This wasn’t too bad, he supposed. As for how to get rid of these…it could wait. He wasn’t too concerned, he’d relish in your nudges and tiny yips for now.

lmao hi guys!!

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to that anon that submitted that saiki ask literally 1 hr ago at like 8, you’re so real and I giggled while reading it bc I was getting bread to eat.

Read it like the morning paper 😭

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lolz thinking of boyfriend kusuo and his aversion for anything relationship wise. So when he finally got in your grasp, he doesn’t know how to handle the intimacy and only interlocks your pinkies b/c he’s scared of crushing your hand if he held it.

The most intimate he allows is sitting by each other, shoulder to shoulder, in warmth, silence, and solitude