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AU ideas

A compiled list of alternate universe ideas.

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an affectionate drunk reader and akashi just looking after them and getting them ready for bed and stuff... but then when akashi is called to pick the reader up at first, the reader doesnt recognize him but later she does and akashi takes them home and looks after them... I know this is specific but I read this fic somewhere, and I want to see akashi in the same situation. thanks in advance! love you!

Helloooo 💕 I love how I'm getting all these Akashi requests, he's really a fan favourite, huh? I absolutely adore this idea so I enjoyed writing it, thanks for the request love <3

Always There For You // Akashi Seijurō x gn! Reader

Context: someone has to take your drunk self home, and no one is better suited for the job than Akashi. All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (20+).

Warnings: mention of alcohol (obviously), reader is drunk but still conscious, 100% fluff, it's not explicitly mentioned by Akashi and reader are dating, just cute stuff hihi 🥰, suited for all normally!

“Seijurō! God, do I miss your pretty face! Why don’t you ever come drinking with me? You’re so boring!”

“Seijurō? Sei-Sei? Akashi? Sei-chan? Why aren’t you picking up? I wanna see your pretty face so bad!”

“Hi Akashi, I… uh, I’m their friend and I think you should pick them up. They’ve had one too many drinks and… yeah. I apologize for the other messages they’ve left you. Anyways, call back as soon as you can, overwise, we’ll find another way to bring them home.”

That’s one way of waking up, thinks the young man once he’s listened to all the messages you’ve sent him. Couple of minutes prior, he was in deep slumber, till the vibrations of his phone got themselves to invade his dreams and take him out of Morpheus’ arms. Was it ten minutes earlier or later, he could have probably never woken up. But it doesn’t matter, Akashi reflects to himself, as he quickly put on some clothes and get into his car. And while his mind might still be in a slight haze, he finds himself laughing after hanging out the phone with your friend, as she told him where to find you and he got to hear your silly giggles in the back. If it were someone else, he’d probably be annoyed by the situation – he’d still go to pick them up, but not without being pissed by the disturbance it’d cause to his sleep. But Akashi is not wired to get mad at you, no matter what, and some part of him takes pride in the fact that he is the one you drunk call. It could have been another guy, but no, it’s him that you’ve decided to leave drunk messages to, messages that you’ll probably forget about once sobered up.

He sighs, as he enters the crowded bar, eyes scanning the place in search of your face. And there it is, the sight that makes his heart melt. Your cheery grin can easily compete with the dancing lights, and he feels drawn to it like a moth. He walks through the crowd till he reaches you. You’re standing clumsily, leaning slightly on your friend as she tries to stop you from taking another drink. Despite your state of ebriety, Akashi can’t help but find you beautiful. Maybe it’s seeing you so full of life, and the way the lights kiss the angles of your face, making you look like something close to a painting. He can’t point it out, but he feels the crowd disappearing as he comes closer to you, and you finally look at him, your smile getting wider.

“Hey there, beautiful stranger” you greet him.

He chuckles, before saying hello.

“May I get you a drink?”

“No thank you” he politely declines “I shall take you home.”

“Huh?! Calm down there buddy, you don’t even know my name!”

He cocks an eyebrow, not quite sure if you’re pretending not to know him or if you genuinely fail to recognize him.

“Well… Seijurō Akashi” he still introduces himself, trying to figure out if it’s just a play to amuse your drunken self, or else.

“Seijurō? Oh, I know a Seijurō!” you exclaim, way too enthusiastic.

“Yeah, that would be me” he smiles.

A confused expression paints your face, and it’s then that he understands that you are, indeed, too drunk to recognize him. But even that, here you are still trying to make a move on him. He doesn’t know how to feel about it – should he be worried that when drunk enough you can forget his existence, or should he be flattered that even drunk, you’re attracted to him? He stares at you for a moment, trying to calculate his next move. He should probably make your memories of him come back, so you’ll be more willing to follow him out of this place.

“You’re piss drunk, aren’t you?” he sighs.

“Just a bit tipsy” you giggle.

He can’t help but laugh a little too. You’re adorable, it’s not like he can’t think overwise. Gently, he comes closer, close enough to speak in your ear over the loud music.

“Say, who’s your favourite person on Earth?”

The question is unusual, you remark, but you are quick to utter the first person that comes to your mind.

“My Sei-chan” you say.

Akashi feels his heart skips a bit at the answer – though it is what he’s expected. It’s probably the way you said that he was yours, something that you are usually too shy to say out loud.

“Close your eyes.”

You step back, ogling the man standing in front of you as if he’s asked for something totally absurd. But something in his warm smile convinces you to follow his instructions, and so you close your eyes. For a few seconds, you stay there, waiting for him to tell you more.

“Open them back up.”

And you do, except this time, you don’t fail to recognize him. Your eyes open wide at the realization of who’s standing in front of you, and he chuckles. He wasn’t expecting it to work, but apparently, having you close your eyes has been like a reset, and suddenly, you realize that it is your favourite person there, and not just a handsome stranger.

“God, Sei! You did come!” you rush to embrace him.

He hugs you back, the smell of smoke and sweat tickling his nose as your head finds its natural place in the crook of his neck.

“Let’s go home now, love” he coos.

You stand back, eyes meeting his. At this moment, you look like a deer that has lost its way, finding your guide in Akashi. The way he grabs your hand softly, making you pass through the crowd after you’ve bid your goodbyes to your friends, till you feel the fresh air of the night on your skin. You take a moment to get used to the sudden change of environment. A couple of people crowd the streets, but it isn’t anywhere near the constructing feeling the inside of the bar gives. As you stay there, fingers still intertwined with Akashi’s, you quickly realize the state you’re in. Your head spins, and you feel a strain in your throat. You try to remember how much you’ve had to drink – in vain. It’s a brief moment of clarity, before your mind gets lost in a fog again. You don’t really know what’s going on, but when you sit in the passenger seat of Akashi’s car, you identify where you are.  The drive back home is slow, as the young man carefully takes you to the destination, not wanting to make you feel dizzy by speeding.

From the corner of the eye, he looks at you. Your eyes are wide open, like a doe, and you hum happily to the song playing on the radio. By a glance, he assumes that you aren’t in the worst state he’s ever seen you, but he’s certain that he’ll have to help you get to bed. If it were someone else, he’d probably lecture them about how they’re too old to be this drunk, and how irresponsible it is to go out without securing a way back home. But again, it’s you, and he can’t find himself doing this. Though he doesn’t particularly like seeing you this drunk, he also knows that, in some ways, you needed that. Life hasn’t been very easy on you lately; yet, you haven’t complained once, keeping all your stress and worries to yourself as you keep moving forward. It’s kind of unhealthy, but he cannot force you to open up and vent to him if you don’t want to. So, can he blame you for letting it all out tonight by having slightly too much to drink?

Arm wrapped around your waist, Akashi helps you out of the car and to the doorway. You lean on him, recognizing the comfort of your place as he locks the door behind you. You sit, removing your shoes and for a moment there, the urge to lay down and stare mindlessly at your ceiling is tempting; so much so, that you actually do it. He stares, surprised by the suddenness of your moves but he figures that he should let you there for a little while. He sits next to you, a comforting silence settling between you. There’s something endearing with the state you’re in, or so Akashi thinks; your eyes twinkle like stars, and your smile doesn’t leave your lips for a single second. It aches him a bit, that you cannot appear like that more often with him. Though you are a rather smiley person in general, he also gets to witness your lowest moments, the ones when you are too exhausted to even fake a smile.

“Sei-chan” you call for him by tugging at his jacket.

“Yes, love?”

You sit up, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re not going to leave me tonight, are you?”

He smiles, his fingers finding their way to gently pat your head. He can’t help the warmth in his chest, when you so unapologetically ask for him, for his presence.

“I’m not” he murmurs. “Now, let’s get ready to go to bed.”

Standing up, he takes your hand and guides you to your room, where you dramatically splatter on the bed, as he looks for your pyjamas.

“I want this one” you say, as he grabs a random t-shirt.

“That’s… that’s mine” he remarks while looking at the piece of clothing.

Your gaze deviates, a heat gaining your cheeks. You’ve been caught red handed, and you figure that you should probably admit to your crime.

“I stole it, the other day” your voice is shy, and on the moment, he can’t help but find you adorable. “You aren’t mad, are you Sei-chan?”

A soft laugh comes out of his mouth as he comes closer to you, laying the t-shirt on your lap. You feel his fingers grab your chin, turning it so you’ll look at him. That glint of guilt in your eyes is ridiculous, but he is quick to reassure you.

“It’s yours if you want to.”

You nod, hands resting on the soft fabric. Right now, by the way he looks at you with so much… love, you feel your heart beat at an unusual pace. The alcohol doesn’t help, making you strangely more sensitive and number at the same time.

“You’re really a prince” you smile at the beautiful boy.

He laughs, and you think that he sounds like an angel.

“I’ll let you change.”

He gets up, but before he leaves your room, you grab him, arms wrapping around him from the back as your head rests against his back.

“Don’t go! I like it when you’re with me.”

Akashi’s hands join yours on his stomach, as he finds you painfully lovable.

“I’m not going anywhere, just giving you some privacy so you can change” he chuckles “unless you need help with that.”

For an instant, you remain silent, and he wonders if he’s said anything wrong or that you’ve misunderstood, so that you find yourself unable to reply. But soon enough, your voice makes itself heard – though little, he notices.

“I might, actually.”

His eyes open widely, and he thanks the position you’re in for restraining you from seeing his face. Gathering the bit of sensibility he has left in his body at such a late hour, and in the state he is in, he takes your hands and spin around, nodding his head.

“I’ll help then” he manages to say.

You respond with the widest grin, a genuine one, clearly proving that you are unaware of how you make Akashi feels. And it would probably be no different if you were sober; when it comes to stuff like that, you are absolutely clueless. Your fingers reach your top, fiddling with the buttons that keep it together.

“I struggle with these even when I’m not completely trashed” you explain as his amber eyes follow the movement of your digits.

He gulps, before you notice his pale fingers pushing yours away, and he starts unbuttoning the piece of fabric. You feel your entire body inflame, pretty sure that the alcohol doesn’t help but make you feel even hotter.

“You deserve a kiss for your service” you cheerly exclaim as he’s done.

It is now that your dazed eyes decide to take a proper look at his face. Something deep within you menaces of surfacing, and you can’t tell if you’ll be able to contain it. His gaze, so full of fondness for you, strikes you like an arrow straight to the heart, and you feel the urge to pull him as close as possible. It is so tempting…

“Go brush your teeth once you’re done changing” he pats your head, pushing you slightly away from him, “I’ll get you some water for the night.”

You pout as the distance between you caves deeper, and you regret not acting on your impulses. Even drunk, you’re a coward, you think to yourself as he leaves the room. You sigh, clumsily removing your clothes and changing into his t-shirt. You aren’t quite sure how, but you manage to get to your bathroom on your own, hanging to the edge of the sink to not fall. You met your reflection in the mirror – a fuzzy image of someone vaguely familiar, and you follow their movements that surprisingly mirror yours. You try your best to clean your mouth of the mix of alcohol you’ve had all night, and once you figure that you’ve done a decent job, you get yourself back to your bed. Laying there in all your length, you see stars on the ceiling. Are they real or is it your imagination?

“Let me get you up” you hear the angelic voice speak again.

You feel a delicate grip on your shoulders pulling you up, so you’re sitting against your fluffy pillows. Akashi once again appears before you, making your heart race appropriately. He hands you a glass of fresh water and you take a few sips.

“You better drink as much water as you can now, so you’ll wake up with less damages” he advises.

You nod, taking a last sip before putting the glass on your bedside table. As you reach for him, you realize that he’s gone again.

“Sei-chan!” you call, desperate for his presence.

“I’m right here” he says as you notice the lighting of the room changing. The bright light is replaced by a mellow one, and before you know it, the red-haired boy is back to your side. Determined to not let him go anymore, you grab his arm, pulling him as close as possible to you. It doesn’t matter if you feel your skin burning, or if his leg is pressing down on yours, you just need him close.

“I’m sorry I woke you up to drag my drunk ass out of the bar.”

You feel genuinely guilty, but to your surprise, he laughs. The same pretty laugh you keep hearing, and that confuses you because what about this situation is so amusing? Unbeknownst to you, however, is that his laughs aren’t mockery, but rather something that he can’t control. You fill him with joy, and he may not admit to it, but deep in his heart, he knows that taking care of you is one of these things that he wants to do forever.

“I’ll do that every night if I have to” he says, his voice falling against your skin.

This time around, you fail to control your urges, lips finding his quickly. He’s surprised, but he kisses you back. Softly, caringly, lovingly.

“It’s a thank you” you mutter against his lips as you sink deeper in your pillow, “for being here for me.”

You feel him pull you towards his chest, and you let your hand wander on his torso, feeling the faint beat of his heart under your palm. As you fall asleep, he doesn’t let go of you, because Akashi simply cannot do such thing. No matter what, you’ll always have this effect on him. You’ll always be the one he wants to take care of, to protect, to wake up in the middle of the night for.

Yeah, Akashi Seijurō will really do anything for you.

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When I felt like I was an old cardigan - Aomine x Reader

@shoulmate this was so much fun!!!

Your head’s pounding, the sliver of sunlight peaking through the blinds too bright for your eyes. You press them closed again, sink further into the bed. 

What happened last night? You had gone out with friends - if you could call them that already - only to end up at some house party with bad music and awful drinks. 

You remember Tano pressing a cup into your hands, the drink spilling onto your shirt.

“Drink up, buttercup.” He’d said, grinning in a way that made unease coil in your stomach.

“What is it?” You had asked, stumbling a bit when someone bumped into your back. More of the drink spilled onto your shirt - you should probably say goodbye to it now, those stains would never come out - and your hands and you sucked some of it from your fingers only to look up and come face to face with none other than the Aomine Daiki.

He looked hungry, in a way only he could. Like he was starving and you were the T-Bone he’d been dreaming about.

“Not cool, Bro.” You heard Tano say and turned your head, hoping it would get Aomine’s attention away from you.

“What?” You asked Tano and his head snapped back to you, his disgruntled expression morphing back into the smile you had learned to loathe. It never looked real and if you were being honest, it just made him look more like a Wannabe Tax Evader. 

“Nothing. How’s your Iced Tea?”

“It’s Iced Tea?” You ask and take a sip. It doesn’t taste like any Iced Tea brand you know but it’s good, way better than the awful bottle of beer Kaba-chan had urged you to drink earlier. Apparently, it made you look better to guys if you were drinking beer instead of Soda. One sip in you had decided that you’d rather look awful than drink any more of that piss-flavored stuff…

Something’s rustling next to you. A deep voice, gravely with sleep, cuts through the Silence. “Couldn’t you have slept a little longer?”

You shriek, try to move away but fail, your legs tangled in the blankets, your coordination way off. You land heavily, legs still on the bed, your ass on the floor. You can hear movement, and try to untangle yourself all while registering that you’re wearing your underwear - thank God - and a black shirt that’s way too big on you. Oh god, did you sleep with someone? Please don’t let it be Tano!

A head of dark blue hair pops up. You choke on your breath as Aomine glares down at you.

“It’s way too early for that shit. Go back to sleep.”

“I.” You peep. He narrows his eyes at you. For half a second you think he might have mercy on you, register how out of your depth you’re feeling, and show some compassion.

But no. With one swift motion, he puts his arm under your knees and pulls you up as if you’d weigh nothing. You swing into him, your chest colliding with his shoulder. 

You squeak helplessly, again when he drops down himself, pulling you with him.

His bed is soft, absorbing the impact of your fall. When you cautiously turn your head, Aomine’s eyes are already closed again. His hold on you has not loosened though, one arm still wrapped around your knees.

Does he really think you’ll just fall asleep again?

“There’s Aspirin on my nightstand.” He speaks up when you don’t stop staring at him. He’s got a ridiculously pretty nose, something you only notice now that his eyes are closed. 

You’ve always thought that his eyes were his best feature, a deep blue that you could get lost in. You’d noticed it the first time you’d crossed paths in the hallway but it’s not like you couldn’t have noticed. Not with the way everyone whispered whenever he was in the room.

Aomine Daiki, the Aomine Daiki, part of the Generation of Miracles, who had played in the famous Team Vorpal Swords. He could have gone Pro right after High School and the fact that he had decided to grace College with his presence still had many of your fellow students speechless. 

-

“Did we-?” You ask, unable to keep quiet any longer now that his grip on you has loosened and you’ve managed to take the pill and drink half a glass of water. “Did we… you know…?”

“I don’t need to make people drunk for that.” He points out, eyes still closed. His brows are furrowed now and you wonder if he’s mad that you asked.

“Well excuse me that I asked.” You’re not in the mood to play nice with him. Not in a situation like this where everything is still pretty much possible. “But waking up in a stranger's bed without my clothes isn’t exactly reassuring. Not to mention that I don’t remember how I even got here.”

Aomine’s eyes open, lock directly onto you. Your breath catches a little at the sight, but you fight against the very real threat of drowning in them.

You don’t look away though, partly because you feel he wouldn’t take you seriously if you did.

He smirks. 

“You couldn’t hold your liquor. That guy you were with was trying to tug you outside, but you didn’t want to go with him. You made a mad dash through the house like a rabbit on speed. It was very impressive, especially after you slipped through Murasakibara’s hands like a wet snail only to clamber all over me. You puked all over my shirt.”

“I did not!”

“Did too.” He grins, ridiculous white teeth a stark contrast against his tan skin. Your heart beats so hard against your ribcage that you fear he can see it. 

“Okay, say I believe you.” You put on your best You’re-talking-shit-face. “What happened after that? My puking skills enamored you to the point you just had to take me home?”

“Exactly that.” 

You narrow your eyes and he laughs, that deep belly laugh kind that makes him look ten years younger and ten times more adorable. Which is weird, because Aomine Daiki and adorable should not appear in the same sentence together without the word “not” in between.

“Baka-gami was mad that you puked. He blamed me for it and kicked both of us out. I wanted to make sure you got home safe, especially because that guy you refused to go home with was still lingering around. But you weren’t willing to tell me your address. So I brought you here. You’re welcome.”

“And why am I wearing your shirt?”

“Because it’s clean and you were not. You’re welcome.”

You muster him for a second longer before you falter.

“Thank you.” You manage to get out and he nods, patting the mattress. 

“Good. Now get back to sleep. It’s way too early to be awake.”

“I could just go home.”

“Or you could take a nap. And then, in a few hours, when we both resemble human beings, we can go out for breakfast.”

You choke on your spit. “What? Why?”

He furrows his brows. “That’s not how you answer when someone asks you on a date.”

You’re slack-jawed now. This can’t be happening. 

Before he can say more you lean forward and pinch his cheek, hard.

He slaps your hand away, brows furrowed even more now.

“What was that for?”

“Just checking if you’re real.”

“I am real.”

“Well, now I know. But you’re probably still half-drunk from last night. That’s it.” You nod to yourself. “Residual alcohol. It’s okay. You can go back to sleep. When you wake up everything will be normal again.”

This could have worked. Maybe. With someone other than Aomine.

Seconds later you’re on your back, with him hovering above you.

He reminds you of a panther, that way, a giant, dangerous cat.

But there’s something in his eyes that suggests that you’re not the mouse in this equation. Not when he lowers himself, curls himself around you so casually, until his head is resting heavily on your stomach, a warm weight that won’t let you go anywhere in the next hours.

“I’ll explain later.” He grumbles from where he’s snuggled into your stomach. He yawns. “Just let me get some sleep first.”

Slowly, cautiously, your hands curl into his hair. It’s silky smooth under your touch and you drag your fingers through it, scratch at his scalp like you’d wanted to since you’ve met him - not that you’d ever thought htat dream possible. He groans into the touch.

Maybe, just maybe, you could take a nap like this. Just for a few hours. You didn’t have to be anywhere right now anyway…

-

Kagami eyes you warily.

“Are you going to puke again?” He asks. You roll your eyes.

“It’s been three months, idiot.” You grumble, annoyed that he keeps bringing that up.

He smirks and steps aside to let you in. “Aho-mine, your girlfriend is here.”

“Slug-chin.” Murasakibara greets you first however, picks you up like you’re nothing more but a bag of his favorite chips. “Caught you.”

“Yeah, this time, big guy.” You pat his head for a second before he lets you down. “Where’s Daiki?”

“Mine-chin is fighting with Kise-chin.”

“Again?” You roll your eyes. “And Satsuki?”

“Not here yet. But Kuro-chin isn’t here either. It’s boring.”

“I know, I know. I’ll go check in on Daiki and then we can make something to eat. How does that sound?”

Murasakibara nods slowly, process your words.

“I’ll preheat the oven.” He leaves without another word and you snort at his antics before moving along, following the cursing and shouts to the living room.

You’re not surprised to find Kise dragging himself over the finish line. He might be good at everything, but he’s absolutely shit at Mario Kart.

“Hey Babe.” Daiki drops the controller and opens his arms for you, pulling you onto his lap the moment you’re close enough. “How was work?”

“Awful.” You curl into him and stick your tongue out at Kise when you notice him leaning in too, always craving attention even when he’s not deserving it. “I’m going to make some cake with Murasakibara. Do you want to help?”

Instead of answering he leans forward, digs his nose into your hair and inhales.

“Daiki? What are you- You ass!” You punch your fist against his chest but he laughs, a bellowing sound. Your ear hurts where he bit into it, the skin wet with his saliva.

“That’s so gross!” You grumble. 

He’s still laughing, hand pressed against his mouth as if he’s trying to stifle his amusement. He isn’t. You know he isn’t. But he’s distracted and you’re going to use this to your advantage.

After all, his neck does look especially biteable today!

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Gosh I’m literally so in love with him, it’s genuinely an issue now. Kudos to this author for this beautiful piece! It’s so cute uwu

HONEYSUCKLES

synopsis: Zayne thinks you look beautiful in the snow, and that honeysuckle’s are meant for your love.

cw: reader referred to ‘girlfriend’ but other than that, no other uses of she/her, third person point of view, no use of y/n, black!reader friendly! Reader has hair, but it’s not descriptive.

ZAYNE

It’s not out of the norm for Zayne to be late for dates. He’s a very busy man, and a doctor, so of course patients should come first. What is out of the norm you might ask? Him not texting you that he’ll be late.

Surely, he has a good reason for not texting you right? You don’t want to be a bad girlfriend and just leave in case he comes back. So you wait half an hour, which turns into a whole hour.

Now things are fishy.

You’re looking around the snowy sidewalk, it hasn’t gotten cold enough for you to leave, because if there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that Zayne will absolutely text you to go home if he wasn’t going to show up at all.

You look up at the street lamp, focused on the bright area it swallows up. There’s a tap on your shoulder and you spin around to face the stranger.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you to wait inside somewhere nearby. I didn’t think I’d spend so much time in that flower shop.”

Right in front of your face, blocking your view of Zayne’s face, are yellow honeysuckles.

“Oh!” You take hold of the honeysuckle’s, looking up to meet Zayne’s gaze.

Beneath the glowing streetlight, Zayne looks cute. His cheeks are red from the cold, and snowflakes decorate his raven colored hair strands, as well as on his long eyelashes. You can’t help but huff out a laugh.

“Hm? What’s so funny?” He looks at you with a straight face, but you catch the curious glimmer in his eyes.

“Nothing. You look cute covered in snow.” You smile and stand on the tips of your toes to brush snow off his hair.

“Thank you…you also look very beautiful in the snow.” His hand guides up to the apple of your cheek, giving it a quick squish between his pointer finger and thumb. “I got so distracted by your beauty that I was late.” He says.

“Liar!” You tease.

“It’s the honest truth.” *he chuckles, and looks over his shoulder to point somewhere behind him. “See over there? I was standing right there staring at you.”

“Yeah, yeah. So, why the flowers?”

He offers his arm for you to hold on to, and you gratefully accept, wrapping your arm under his and resting your hand on his bicep.

“Do you know the language of flowers?” He speaks while walking, headed towards the restaurant you both decided on for this particular date night.

“Hmm, can’t say that I do. What do these mean?” You bring your eyes to the yellow flowers.

“Try and take a guess.”

“Mmm…maybe, something like ‘I love you’?” You say cheekily, and he can’t help but chuckle at how bashful you look.

“Yes, pretty close. These mean ‘true love’ or ‘affection towards one another’ and ‘first love.’ ”

“And I am..?” You question, raising an eyebrow up at him.

“You are all three.” A small smile spread across his face, leaning down to press a kiss against your temple.

“I apologize for being late again. Next time, you can just go home if I take too long. I’ll meet you back there.”

You hum. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

You smile, and tighten your arm around his.

“It’s okay. I’ll always wait for you, no matter how cold it gets.”

“That’s fine, but I would prefer my lover to not be sick on our dates.”

“You know Elsa from Frozen said the cold never bothered her anyways.”

“Shouldn’t that be my line..?”

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I love the idea of meeting the infamous Halsin your friends boast about, and he’s just smitten with you

Everyone always described him as such a flirt- charming, handsome, the whole package so to speak. Granted you underestimated what they meant when describing how giant he truly is. But most of all, you didn’t expect him to be so.. wonderful.

You knew your friends keep good company, so you expected you’d get along, but you didn’t expect to be sitting next to the giant bear of a man enthralled in conversation for hours. Had it truly been hours? It’s easy to make friends, but more of a challenge to find others you truly connect with, and Halsin was checking off all of those boxes.

And of course, his looks and overall stature combined with this personality make it difficult not to swoon over, but at the moment, you’re too elated simply connecting so well with someone else again. Who else would let you ramble about cute critters for 45 minutes straight?

What you weren’t catching on to, however, was that Halsin was absolutely taken with you. His eyes would drink in your features when it was your turn to speak, a smile stuck on his face as he listened to your nonstop train of thought, rambling on about another fascination of yours. Others tend to find these conversations a bit goofy, laughing them off, but you were invested. Even about the silly little things. And he loves it. He truly feels that he could watch and listen to you for hours and he wouldn’t get tired of your company.

The way his cheeks would flush a warm pink when you laugh at a silly nature joke of his.

How he would feel his chest warm as you seem to unknowingly lean in closer to him, letting your knees touch his without moving away.

Let alone the way his heart would beat faster as you take his hand in both of yours, turning his palm to face upwards as you trace lines on his hands, “I’m serious- you have earth hands”

“earth hands?” he’d repeat with a slight chuckle

“well don’t laugh at me!” you’d reply with a taunting smile, “it’s all in the shape; broad, large, square hands. It’s positive, don’t worry. It means you have strong values, or something.”

“Does it? What else does it mean?”

You’d pause, holding his one (large..) hand in both of yours, “Responsible, practical.” you’d say, your thumb almost massaging his palm. “comfortable working with your hands,”

Halsin’s face would flush again, subtly. He’d notice the way yours does, too, which doesn’t help his ever growing infatuation. His eyes are locked on yours, he’d be happy if you held onto his hand forever. He is almost instinctively flirty, following up with “to put it lightly, I suppose.”

There would be a moment of shy silence. You, trying to hide your embarrassed smirk by staring at his palm longer.

Halsin would be the type to forget anyone else is in the room, lifting the palm from your hand to hook a finger under your chin to get you to look up at him. Even sitting down he’s still double your size. His thumb would graze your lower lip as his eyes gaze into yours.

Unfortunately, there are other people in the room, and they ruin the moment.

“Halsin, have you seen- of course.” your mutual friend would say, rolling their eyes with a laugh. “Stop flirting with my ride home!” They’d tease as they grab your arm and pull you away. You know he’d be wanting to chase after you like some silly romantic novel. Another mutual friend from the group would plop down next to him, smacking him on the back with a laugh. “Careful, your eyes are practically turning into hearts.” They’d taunt. “They’re great, right?”

“An understatement.” He’d say with a warm smile, watching you leave, already hoping for the next encounter.

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it's raining outside, and yuuji is sharing his earphones with you.

there's an occasional rumble of thunder that has him subconsciously tucking you tighter into his side, you want to tell him it's fine, we're on a bus, on our way home, nothing is going to swoop down from the sky and take me from you.

his playlist is on shuffle, hood pulled over his head and bubblegum hair resting against the window, watching the dark clouds shift above.

yuuji thinks, if he tells you he loves you right now, in such a dark and gloomy setting, if you'll even believe it.

but it's always when skies are dark and rain pours and his vision is cloudy and his knuckles are bruised does he feel the urge burning in him to say, i love you, i love you, i love you.

“i think it's gonna be a storm.” you murmur into his shoulder and he hums, careful not to shift too much — you glared at him the first three times he kept fidgeting and made the earphone fall out of your ear — “you still afraid of lightning?” he asks, big brown eyes full.

he could just say it right now.

“i'm not— i wasn't ever afraid of lightning...” you argue and yuuji laughs, raising a palm in defeat. if you told him the sun was blue, well, he trusts you enough to know you know better than him. plus, he wouldn't mind living under a blue sun with you.

there's a sudden crackle, and a strike of lightning. an echoing boom of thunder follows.

his arms are already wide open before the chill runs down your spine and you dive into him, face buried in his chest — i'll protect you, i'm here.

( i love you. )

“not afraid of lightning?” yuuji dips his head to whisper, you groan into the fabric of his hoodie, and out of pure spite you pull hard on the drawstring and he chokes out a giggle. “look at my brave girl... so pretty.” his voice is muffled, and you release your grip on the twin strings.

“don't make fun of me—”

“m’not making fun of you, i swear!”

the soft rumble of thunder is near ominous, but you don't hear it, not over yuuji's sickeningly sweet songs that remind me of us playlist and his cackling in your ears.

he likes this, being the one you turn to.

he wonders what you might've looked like back when you were scared by yourself. and just as he wonders it he promises himself, that you'll never be scared without having him to run to.

“why're you afraid of lightning?” he asks, soft yet unsure. would you tell him everything that scares you if he asked? “told you, m'not afraid—”

“okay! why do you... not like lightning then?”

yuuji watches the way your brows furrow, the twist on your lips. i love when you think, he wants to say, but that would sound weird out loud wouldn't it?

“it can kill you, for one. plus, it comes with thunder and it makes this stupidly scary crackling noise—”

“i thought you said you weren't sca— okay, m'stopping, for real this time!”

there's another crackle and pop! of lightning, a drumroll of thunder, it's so sudden that your eyes squeeze shut immediately, but the rest of the noise comes muffled— the hum of bass in one of your ears louder now.

better? yuuji mouths to you, both of his palms cupped over your ears, blocking out most of the sound from reaching you.

you nod, and his heart flutters when you mouth back thankyou, i love you.

it takes yuuji a minute, just as the rain pours a little harder, his gaze fixed on yours before he lowers his head, tip of his nose tickling your own and mouths,

you're safe with me, i love you.

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— a short and casual genshin impact otome game.

⟣ 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ⟢

┊ (Windows 🪟, Linux 🐧, or Mac 🍎 only!)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

Just a simple something I had in mind for a Genshin otome game... I have 0 attention span, 0 time, and 0 knowledge to write and build a full-fledged 3D game with intricate stories, plot, and mechanics. This is just a simple visual novel with a streamlined plot and partial voices. You should be able to complete everything in like... 30 minutes long in total. Might be less, even.

◇ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ◇

The game will contain the following: established relationship, FLUFF, comfort, lots of pet names, suggestive themes, lots of kissy sounds on some routes, implications of violence (not towards player), a sprinkle of protective behavior

◇ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ◇

Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Kazuha (Zhongli is selected by default because who doesn’t love geo daddy???)

◇ 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫? ◇

This is a very self-indulgent project, hence the dialogues were written with fem!player in mind. It will contain suggestive themes, so please be aware of that before downloading / playing!

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Yes, it's totally free - in fact, I do not accept payment.

◇ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲? ◇

Click the link to download the appropriate file based on your OS. Only Windows, Linux, and Mac are supported. No, I won't release it on other platforms.

Open the game, and you’ll find that it’s pretty straightforward. Customize your profile, select your love interest, then start the game.

There are no wrong answers and the love interest can be changed anytime (just go back to main menu and select the character’s picture on the right side).

◇ 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? ◇

You can personally send links to this post / the game’s itch.io page to your friends via DMs, but outside of that (reposting), NO. For example, posting about this on Reddit is prohibited.

◇ 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞? ◇

This is a super casual project.

Scripts are not proofread. Probably lots of grammar mistakes.

Novel format without narration (full dialogs).

There are no actual sprites, just official art and something akin to a speech bubble to cater to the characters’ changes in ‘expression’.

There are voices, but only partial - mostly just grunts, chuckles, kisses, and stuff. I’m using JP voices EXCEPT for Itto because Max Mittelman is a gem. No, I will not add other languages' voice versions.

Sound cues and voices are quite important for this game so I recommend using headphones.

Depending on when you open the game (morning, afternoon, nighttime, midnight), your currently selected love interest might greet you differently.

To reiterate, there are no wrong answers.

Selecting all talk/act options for a character will unlock a small event where they'll give you unique gifts.

I lowkey have so many ideas on how to expand on this in terms of gameplay and options but let’s be real here it probably won’t happen lol why can’t my brain be this creative when it comes to work

◇ 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐬??? ◇

No... That said, anyone can literally say that. Please be responsible for your own actions.

I have also released other games on the same itch.io profile, so this isn't my first rodeo. Feel free to check the reviews on those before making your decision if you're wary about downloading!

◇ 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ◇

hyv please don't sue me i gain 0 dollars for this and i just wanna simp in peace

⟐ 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜 🄸 𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑.𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 🄸 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ⟐

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ do not repost or share without permission. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

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How to show emotions

Part IV

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

Part I + Part II + Part III

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Essential Oils

Cinnamon Essential Oil stimulates visions, improves focus, and promotes healing and harmony. Connecting with guides is made easier with this tool.

Lavender Essential Oil promotes dream recall and clairvoyance, and it aids in meditation. It also protects and purifies while opening the third eye.

Patchouli Essential Oil might help you feel more grounded. It clears the mind of negativity and encourages spiritual growth. It is the most popular oil divination method.

Peppermint Essential Oil can be utilized to boost psychic awareness and spiritual vigor.

Rosemary Essential Oil can help you see visions, be more creative, and remember a prior life. It has the ability to eliminate negativity and is also used as a psychic stimulant. It also opens the third eye.

Jasmine Essential Oil is about inspiring, balancing, and being sensual. Love, romance, and sex are attracted to it. Psychic dreams, astral projection, creativity, and visions are all stimulated. It encourages transcendence and compassion. It helps with meditation.

Essential Sandalwood Oil has purifying, protecting, and therapeutic properties. With this oil meditation, manifesting, astral projection, blessings, home cleansings, and letting go of the past are all possible. Negative energy is dispelled.

Frankincense Essential Oil is a powerful antiseptic. Protective, uplifting, cleansing, and balancing. It’s great for connecting with your guides and for meditation. It promotes multidimensional awareness and enlightenment.

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I Wanna Be Yours

Summary: They say it’s impossible for a guy and a girl to be just friends, but you and Mikey have managed to discredit that throughout your decade-long friendship. On Valentine’s Day, your friends decided to secretly set you two up together on a blind dinner date.

Warnings: Mikey x female bodied reader. Modern AU. Fluff. Mutual Pining. Best Friends to Lovers. Warm and Fuzzy Feelings. Explicit Sexual Content. Unprotected sex. MDNI!

Word Count: 7.6k

a/n: hi y’all! it’s been a while so here’s something fuzzy this valentines:) uh this is an old work and not proofread so im sorry for the mistakes ig. I love the song iwby so much it’s so romantic so yeah that’s what inspired the title lol

The idea of platonic soulmates is a term long debated by scientific researchers and drunk college students alike. The idea that a guy and a girl can just be friends is usually said to be impossible, but Manjiro Sano and you think that you two are an exception to the rule. Although boasting almost a decade’s worth of friendship, the topic of romance between you has never once come to fruition, even to the chagrin of your small friend slash roommate group.

You met Manjiro Sano in your first period Foreign Language class in your junior year of high school. The seating chart had you sitting next to each other, and Mikey, being a pretty sociable guy on campus, didn’t recognize you. You seemed to cave in on yourself, trying to appear smaller and more invisible in hopes of just blending in, but that wouldn’t do for Mikey at all.

He ended up doodling small comics for you in the margins of his notebook, swiping his pages closer to the median of your desks in hopes of them catching your eye and making you smile. He was successful, and by the end of the first class, you had made your first friend.

It turns out you’d share three more classes together that school year, growing almost inseparable in the process when you realized just how similar you were. His friends would always tease you and call you his girlfriend, but the two of you would always laugh and quip back, evidently putting a stake back in the ‘boys and girls can be just friends’ theory.

You both ended up both staying local at Musashi University when you two graduated, and even moving in as housemates with your other friends, Senju and Haruchiyo. The four of you had a modest townhouse not too far from campus, Mikey with the biggest room, Senju and you sharing the second largest, and Haruchiyo with the guest room. Friday nights were always Pizza Night, and late night study sessions turned into you passing out on the couch with Mikey’s head in your lap.

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𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Thinking about how insistent MANJIRO is about you wearing his gang jacket, no matter how big or small it is on you. It makes him feel closer to you in a way and he smiles every time he sees you in it.

The first time, it happened during his meetings that he, of course, held at an ungodly hour. You wanted to tag along since you had nothing better to do but you didn't account for it being so cold at night.

He was already on his way to check up on you when he saw you shivering in a corner somewhere, holding onto yourself to combat the wind. When you finally locked eyes, you were barely two words in before his jacket was pulled around your shoulders, encasing you in his warmth and chasing away the cold. He was always gentle towards you, his hands prompting you to push your arms through the sleeves.

You watched him as he fiddled with the buttons, a pout tugging at his lips as he concentrated. When you quizzed him about his expression, he whined about you not telling him how cold you were and overexaggerated how you could of froze to death or worse.

He's mainly doing it so you can coddle him and tell him not to worry and maybe steal a kiss or two, you know what he's doing but you fall for it every time.

After he's done being a goofball, it's like he's struck by an epiphany when he takes you in completely. There's just something about you wearing his clothing, especially something with his name and gang etched on it that makes him all warm and giddy inside.

He will in fact beg you to keep it on, and will trap you in a hug to stop you from taking it off until you relent.

Please keep it on, it will literally make his day.

When he eventually gets his jacket back, he likes wearing it again because it reminds him of you. He'll also bombard you with his other articles of clothing to wear and keep on longer, either by shoving it directly in your hands or conveniently leaving it around for you to pick up.

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Nowhere to Run: Part 1 (Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader)

Pairings: Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x Spider-Woman!f!reader

Warnings: Hints of suicidal ideation on reader’s part, Fang stuff (Miguel uses fangs on reader), Chasing, Miguel is maybe ooc (I only saw the movie once and was mostly trying to keep from audibly moaning every time he was on-screen), Miguel and reader fight - he does some damage, Poison, Wounds, Not edited (but I will come back for some minor edits later on), Let me know if I missed anything

Summary: After the collapse of your universe, you resort to jumping around the multiverse to survive. Evolution gave you the powers needed to escape your universe. Technology of your own design stopped the glitches. But you haven’t found a way to escape the man relentlessly hunting you across every universe - Spider-Man 2099. ~2,500 words

Angst, hurt/comfort, eventual happy ending

A/N: This is for all of us who watched the Nueva York chase scene/train sequence and thought ‘when do I get to be Miles?’ This is dedicated to the Miguel O’Hara editors on TikTok - you guys are doing god’s work over there (especially with the captions). There shouldn’t be any spoilers in here beyond what was shown in trailers, but tread as carefully as you feel you need.

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A persistent tingle deep in your mind vibrated madly the closer Spider-Man 2099 was to you. It was your Spidey-sense warning you of danger.  For the first few months, you managed to stay several universe’s ahead of the terrifying Spider-Man variant, but after running for months with no one to help you, dodging the Spider-Person in each universe, and growing more exhausted with each portal you opened, 2099 was catching up.

He was catching up quite literally. The man was a few blocks behind you, pursuing you through the streets of a Queens in a universe you had never seen before. Buildings were built into trees. The entire city was a perfect symbiosis between nature and technology. It was beautiful, but there was no time to appreciate it. The time on your wrist ticked down. Seventy-six seconds. Seventy-five.

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How do you raise and direct energy during a spell? Thanks

The actions of a spell are what raise energy during said spell - performing these actions draws the energy from in and around you and puts them into the spell. You can also raise the energy yourself by pulling it into your body from external sources and channeling it into your spellwork - this can be done by [grounding], among other methods. If you cast circles, you can do so and call the elements into the space and ask for them to lend you their energy, and that can be used to put energy into spells as well.

In [this post] there is a section about raising energy:

Some people do this by chanting, humming, breathing deeply, making gestures, dancing… do what feels right to you. Try envisioning drawing energy up from the earth and the world around you and into your body, and letting them blend within you. You may sense your awareness change—you might feel more energized, calm, centered, sensitive, tingly, or even something else.

@spellbookofwitches describes energy raising as the following:

This is the process of casting the spell, the actions that you perform to create change. Generally, this is the part of spell casting that is described in this blog. Magical work often involves reciting an incantation or prayer. Often these incantations rhyme, because it aids memorization and separates incantation from normal speaking, but rhyming is not required. In fact, impromptu words from the heart can work just as well. It is important to visualize clearly and effectively. Push your intentions into your actions and visualize the energies or power at work. Imagine the energies that you are working with and the effects of your spell. The more you can feel it, the more real it will be. A circle can contain the energy of your spell until you are ready to release it. Energy can be released through several ritual forms, such as burning papers or herbs, visualization, or gestures. With intention and power, send the energy toward its goal.

[source]

@cunningcelt also talks a bit about raising energy in [this post].

Here are some further resources of raising energy (these are all from external sources / not on Tumblr) -

[Beginning Witchcraft: Energy Raising Methods]

[Energy Raising]

[Energy Raising, Magick and Timing: A Primer for Invoking, Focusing & Manifesting]

[Raising Energy]

[Raising Magickal Power]

Energy can be directed with many things - just your hands (I think this is the most commonly used option), a wand, an athame…

I hope that helps you!

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where the grass is greener

[sebastian x reader]

author’s note: just a quick thing i wrote over the last couple days, idk where the sudden inspo came from but enjoy <3

word count: 4,532

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“Baby, Sa’ little late, don’t you think?” 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 blows out the puff of smoke from his cigarette, shuffling from one foot to the other as his eyes continue to follow your every move. “Why don’t you come to bed? Im sure your crops can wait till morning.” He always admired how you worked, but when your health was on the line— he knew when to step in and try to redirect your attention to something else, which was mostly a calm ride to ZuZu City on the back of his motorcycle.

He can hardly see your facial expression when you turn around due to the light being so dim, but he can already imagine that your lips are turned down into a small frown— one that always makes his knees feel weak because you just look so pretty. He hears you let out a small, tired sigh. “I know, Seb, but winters coming up and they’ll die if I don’t and…” you trail off because you know, that he knows the gist of it all.

Sebastian frowns at the clear exhaustion that is evident in your voice, but you only wave him off with a small smile, which of course doesn’t change his mind. He goes to flick his cig out his mouth and onto the ground but stops, knowing how hard you work on the farm, he quickly jogs towards the nearest trash can before making his way back to you.

You’re crouched down and just finished dusting the dirt off a pumpkin you harvested when a hand is placed on your shoulder, and when you look up— a soft smile is on your husbands face while he looks down at you, his eyes full with a mix of pleading and adoration. “Love, please, I can tell you’re tired.” You have no time to protest before your softly being pulled up by the arm and into his arms.

“What— Sebby?” You try and use the ‘cute nickname card’ that always lets you have your way, but surprisingly— it doesn’t work this time as your crop layout gets further and further away from your vision. And although your much stronger than Sebastian, you don’t try to fight him on this one and just nestle into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck and closing your eyes contently. You think maybe the end of this seasons produce wouldn’t hurt too much to loose.

He lets out a string of curses as he fumbles with the door nob to the front door, so he balances you on his hip so his hand can be accessible, and in no time you’re both away from the cold night breeze and inside your cosy home and seated on a stool near the kitchen counter. You watch your husband chuck some wood and firelighters into the fireplace and igniting before making his way back to you.

Your eyes lazing follow his movements when he crouched down in front of you and taps his thigh, and when you make no sign of moving, he lightly chuckles and pulls your foot up and starts pulling off your work boots— not caring about the mud that stains the new pair of jeans he just brought.

“Thank you, Seb. I appreciate what you do for me.” You lean your head on top of his and rest your eyes, and Sebastian— who’s now massaging your sore feet, sighs before a small, almost unnoticeable smile takes over his face. “Baby, compared to what you do everyday, this is nothing.”

Your quiet snores full his ears and he takes it as his sign to stop and finally get you to bed. As gentle as he can, Sebastian scoops you back into his arms and makes his way to your shared bedroom, plopping you onto the edge of the bed before shuffling around the room to find a spare shirt lying around— afraid that he’ll make too much notice if he opens the closet door.

The small lantern doesn’t help much as he can hardly tell where the clips to your overalls start, so he just pulls them over your shoulders and off your body, changing your marked, farm shirt and into a black, skull print one you brought for him on his birthday, one that he wears every other day.

He doesn’t even notice the adoring smile he has on while tucking you under the blankets, instead just patting down your hair and kissing you on the forehead goodnight. “I’d do anything for you.” He knows you can’t hear him, but that doesn’t stop him from spilling his love— it’s almost good because he cant feel embarrassed if you don’t know what he’s saying.

You’re so deep in sleep you don’t hear Sebastian trudging on his shoes and slipping on his jacket, sending your sleeping form one last glance before making his way back outside. He’s watched you work around the farm more times than he could count, so harvesting crops can’t possibly be as hard as it looks.

Spoiler alert, it was. When you wake up, Sebastian’s fluffy black hair doesn’t tickle your nose like it normally does in the morning, and instead is filled with the sweet aroma of pancakes. Pulling the hem of your shirt— one that you don’t remember changing into, over your underwear, you tiredly make your way to the kitchen to see your husbands back facing you while serving up breakfast.

“Good morning, Seb.” You yawn, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes and shuffling over towards him— wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into his back.

“Morning, love.” His voice is raspy and dry when he turns his head back to look at you, sending you a smile before pulling you towards the dining table, which to your surprise— is over crowded with baskets upon baskets full off all the crops you were trying to harvest last night.

“Wha— Seb, you, I don’t—” words start to make no sense as they fall from your lips. Sebastian, your husband, someone who hates going outside and rather stay indoors, used the time that should have been spent sleeping beside you, was instead put into your farming.

“I knew maintaining a farm was hard, but when I was actually doing the work, it made me realise just how much effort you put into this stuff. It’s not a lot— but I hope I made your job just a little bit more easier.”

[neo-lucien]

Sweet & Salty

I'm feeling a bit sad today so wanted some comfort... Sebastian x (afab) reader, Stardew Valley, Fluffity fluff Warnings: Mention of recreational drug use

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It’s been a day. You’d sat down heavily on your porch steps, trying to keep the tears at bay. You should probably go mope in your bed, instead of staring at the land that is causing you so much distress. Despite your carefully placed scarecrow, you must’ve miscalculated the distance because the crows have still had a go at your most recent plantings and that’s hard-earned money down the drain - again. You’ve been here two months now and, surely, by now you should know better. The farm has been somewhat transformed since you arrived - a mass of weeds, stone and dead branches - but it’s nowhere near how you remember it in your grandpa’s heyday. He would’ve never made such a rudimentary error in his scarecrow placement.

Some of the fences around your crop patches have started to erode too – it won’t be long until they need replaced, but you’re trying to save up your wood supplies to put in a coop from Robyn. You desperately want to add chickens to the farm as eggs would be steady income – or at least you reckon – but you also don’t want them pecking at your crops alongside the crows, so having a fence seems important too. Your endless to-do list swirls around your head again. Why’s everything so hard?

It's not just your failings on the farm on your mind, but also your lack at making any real friends around here. Shane glared at you this morning as he headed off to work. That’s not unusual, despite your best efforts of a smile and a friendly greeting. Then Haley looked you up and down, judging your dirty dungarees. You’d only popped into town to get some seeds from Pierre’s. It didn’t make sense to get changed… Elliott is sweet but locked away in his cabin most of the time, Emily in her own little world… Sebastian, Sam and Abigail have invited you to play pool with them, but they’re such a tight-knit group and you always feel like you’re missing out on the joke, especially when you were partnered up with Sebastian. He’d been teaching you how to hold the cue correctly, leaning over you, his breath tickling your ear. Sam and Abigail kept nudging each other and whispering, but you couldn’t catch what about and it was clear Sebastian was becoming irritated. You’d begun to think they were making fun of your abysmal pool skills.

Ugh. Your emotions are a rollercoaster and the twisting pain in your stomach reminds you why – stupid period. It emerged with a vengeance this morning. It had stopped in your last months of JoJo Corp. There was no chance you were pregnant, your last intimate relationship fizzling out a year previously, though you’d taken tests just to be sure. The doctor in Zuzu City said you were stressed, burnt out… that it would return once you were feeling better in yourself. So why had it returned now, of all times? You feel more stressed and burnt out than ever before, regretting ever moving here. Why did you think you could become a farmer…?!

The barrier finally breaks and you let out a sob, hugging your knees.

To your shame, there’s a scuffing footstep and your heart stops as you look up, worried who’s seen your breakdown.

“Sebastian?” You sniff. You’re tempted to rub the tears from your cheeks but maybe he hasn’t noticed in the evening light. The black-haired man is standing there looking sheepish, a brown paper bag from Pierre’s clutched in his hands.

“Er, hey…” He’s not meeting your eyes. Poor boy probably wants to run. “Sorry, I… I was just leaving Sam’s and I didn’t want to go through town and see everyone, so I thought I’d take the scenic route back home through your farm…”

“Oh.” You mumble, waving him on. “That’s okay. Go ahead.”

He takes a step as if to go on his way, but then hesitates. “Are… Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you plaster a smile on, which you’re sure makes you look ridiculous as the stupid tears are still flowing. “I’m just being silly. Don’t let me keep you.”

He stares at you for a moment, before a sympathetic smile graces his lips. “You’re a terrible liar, you know?”

“I’m not ly- Ow!” You flinch as your stomach cramps terribly and you squeeze your arms around it, hoping in some way it might alleviate the pain.

Sebastian is suddenly at your side – the paper bag from Pierre’s dropped to the ground. He’s kneeling down on the first porch step with a frown on his face. “Whoa, are you hurt? I can get Harvey…” His hand hovers over your arm,

“No, honestly, I’m fine…” You try and wave him off again with one hand, the other arm still wrapped around your stomach.

He stares at you, a raised eyebrow. He seems to be putting the clues together – the wincing, clutching your stomach, the tears… He nods, making up his mind and gets to his feet, picking up the discarded bag from Pierre’s as he does so.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.” He offers you his free hand.

“Thank you, but I’ll be okay. You get on home…”

“Farmer, I know I’m probably not the person you want to see right now, but let me help you out, okay? I can’t go home and just leave crying on your porch.” He waves his offered hand again. You look at Sebastian, hesitantly. He looks genuine, at least, but there’s something a little off about him tonight… Heck, you’ve already made a fool of yourself enough, so what’s one more thing?

This time you accept his hand and he easily pulls you to your feet and leads you up to your door. He opens it – you’d easily adapted to the habit of leaving the front door unlocked since moving to Pelican Valley.

You go to open your mouth, to tell Sebastian thank you, but he can go down. You’re inside, you’ll go to bed and pretend this never happened.

“Sit down.” He orders, pointing at your bed. “You like hot chocolate, right?” You wonder how he knows that, how he knows you have a stash. Had you mentioned it at the saloon before? “I’ll make you a cup.”

“But you don’t know where…”

“I’ll find it. Sit!” He pushes you gently towards the bed and you do sit, keeping a wary eye. To be honest, it is quite easy to find your cups and kettle. Robyn had advertised an extension to you but you don’t even want to think about the price and the materials needed. For now – perhaps even for the rest of your life - you’ve got a cupboard filled with crockery and silverware. The fire’s roaring away, you’re thankful you’d lit it earlier to try and make it cosy ahead of going to bed later on. The cabin always had a slight chill at night. Sebastian retrieves a mug and spoon, scooping the hot chocolate powder into the mug, fills the kettle with water from the jug you keep besides the cupboard, before taking it over to the fire to heat.

“Do you have a hot water bottle?” He asks over his shoulder.

“Huh?”

“Hot water bottle.” He enunciates.

“Y-yeah, I think it’s under my bed. Let me…” Before you can bend down, he drops to his knees and Sebastian is now crawling under the bedframe to retrieve it. You pull your legs up off the floor to the bed, not sure what to say.

He reverses it, holding the fluffy hot water bottle in the air triumphantly, before getting back to his feet. “Finally, where do you keep the snacks?”

“I don’t have any. Sorry, I wasn’t really expecting to entertain.”

“Not for me,” a chuckle – it sounds a little odd coming from him - “..for you!”

“For me?” He’s acting so weird.

But he’s not listening, already rummaging around the brown bag from Pierre’s. He walks over to the sofa and empties the contents besides you – there’s a couple of packs of chips, cookies and candy. “Ta-da!”

You look at the assembled junk food and back up at the black-haired man, noticing his blood-shot eyes.

“You’re high.”

Sebastian laughs again, rubbing the back of his head. “Guilty. Is that a problem?”

“No, it just… explains a lot.” You wince again as the kettle on the fire whistles. Sebastian grabs the mitt you keep nearby for that exact purpose and places it on his hand, removing the kettle from the fire and placing it down on the hearth. Methodically, he pours some hot water in the hot water bottle, tightening the cap, before pouring some in in the cup he retrieved, stirring the hot chocolate powder until it dissolves. Once he seems happy with his work, he brings the two over to you on the bed.

“Okay, since you worked out my thing, it’s my turn. Time of the month, right?” He flops down next to you on the bed, ripping open a bag of chips. “My sympathies.” It feels surreal as he holds the bag towards you and you take a handful – maybe junk food would make you feel better, and the warmth of the hot water bottle is soothing too now against your sore tummy.

The only sound for a few moments is the rustle of the chip package and the crunching of said chips. You take a sip of hot chocolate, probably a weird combination at that moment in time, but it’s working.

“Sebastian…”

“Mm?” You’ve caught him with his mouth full.

“How are you so good at this?”

“Erm…” He swallows. “Well, I guess cos I have a sister and a mom… and a friend named Abigail.” He replies in a teasing tone. “Maru and Abi usually just get super pissy though. Mom’s the crier.” Sebastian leans forward and grabs the blanket off the end of your bed, throwing it over the both of your laps in a smooth motion. Who knew he could turn into a right chatterbox? “Wanna watch some TV?” He picks up the remote control and turns it on without waiting for a response, flipping through the channels. “Do you have a preference? Nothing deters Abi from horror, Mom and Maru go chick-flick mad…”

You burst into tears again.

“Whoa, okay, no TV! That’s fair too.”

“N-no, it’s n-not that.” You let out a shuddering breath. “Why are you being so nice?”

“Because we’re friends…?”

“No, everyone hates me here.” You know you’re being irrational now, but the floodgates have well and truly opened.

“Come on, you know that’s not exactly true.” His face looks serious now.

“It is. I don’t know what I was thinking – I worked in customer support, why did I think I could farm the land? I’m going to be broke by the end of winter if I lose another batch of crops and this town is so tight-knit that they’re never going to like me being here.”

“I like you being here.”

“No, you’re just saying that because you feel sorry for me.” You go to take another handful of chips, but he snatches the bag out of your reach indignantly.

“I am not.”

“You are.” You clip back.

Sebastian lets out a huff in frustration and he acts before he can even consider the consequences. He puts a hand on the side of your face, turning it slightly and presses a gentle kiss on your lips for a moment or two, immediately causing your tears to cease.

“Would I kiss you if I didn’t like you?”

“I…” You don’t have any words.

He swipes his tongue over his lips. “Mm, salty. That’s not how I expected our first kiss to go, I’ll be honest.”

“Our first kiss?” Your face is on fire. It has to be on fire, why else would it feel so hot?

“Yeah, well, I told you I like you, didn’t I?” He grins, before it drops. “Though I’ve just realized that you probably don’t like me like that, I’m high, and now I’ve made this a hundred times wor-…”

You cut him off, caressing his lips with your own for a moment.

“No. I like you too.”

“Well, that’s that settled, then, isn’t it?” He leans back, a smug look on his face before he grabs the packet of candy. “Shall we see what a sweet kiss tastes like next?”

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[neo-lucien]

Very smol drabble this time, just something that’s been on my mind ehe. If you want a part two lmk. I recommend listening to Softcore by The Neighborhood while reading this :3

Softcore

The silence was deafening, like the flash of lightning right before thunder struck. It was the kind of silence that only seemed to happen when you neared death, when everything else slowed down, down, down, almost appearing to be completely still. It wasn’t quite like life was flashing before my eyes, but like my life itself stood apart from me, growing impossibly further, further, further away. A kiss, so gentle and tender to cradle my glass-like stupor as to not harm me. And then it befell me.

The thunderous cracking of breaking down.

I don’t want to play this part, but I do, all for you.

I’d known since the beginning it was doomed. He was enamored with his duties, I was enamored with him, even despite knowing it was for nothing. Yet when he was here, with me, it were as though I were his only muse, the melody of his life, the spark that set his heart ablaze. I’d be the one to guide him through every dark night, to protect him from the demons that plagued his mind. And then he’d be gone again, and I’d be home alone, left with only the memory of his laughter in the halls and my thoughts.

Are we too young for this? It feels like I can’t move.

Loving Kyojuro began to feel more like my duty, and then the thought of not being with him pained me even more than the thought of staying with him. Confusion became my personal demon, stuck between the adoration I felt for my darling Kyo and how to deal with the growing barrier between us both. Soon, sharing my heart started to tear me apart. The halls grew cold, cold, colder when he was gone, and never seemed to get as warm when he’d come back.

The laughter in the halls disappeared, and in its stead would be the image of the back of his robe as he left. He would try, occasionally, to fix things, and behave as though nothing were wrong, yet he never seemed to quite understand the actual problem itself. I yearned for his presence when he was away, yet craved space lest I break when he was around. It was like living with a stranger, like I was sharing my life with someone I barely knew anymore. The bed felt like being stranded in the middle of the ocean; in a bottomless space with no sign of life for miles and miles.

Shadows danced across the walls, like my own personal demons to taunt me. Even when I closed my eyes, I could still see them, and I could hear their mocking laughter. I needed my sun to burn them away, to cast away the shadows with his radiance, but I knew I’d become too drained if he stayed too long. The confusion of not knowing anymore whether I still loved him or loved the thought of him plagued me and kept me dancing eternally around the bonfire. The front door creaked open, I could faintly hear it as I lay in bed, yet I stay in my spot, remaining still with my eyes closed.

I could hear the sound of his familiar footsteps, trudging closer and closer to the bedroom. It opened slowly, then stopped. It was quiet, then, as I lay there, waiting. For what, I didn’t know, but I stayed still, eyes gently shut. And then his footsteps came closer, closer, closer, till I could sense him looming over me. I could feel his gaze on me as he crouched down, and felt the familiar sensation of his fingers running through my hair. He was quiet, still, as he continued to watch me, fingers moving to gently trace the outlines of my features. And then he spoke, quietly, like what he was saying was a secret.

“How much I love you, my dear flame… For you, I’d fight the world, again and again, if it meant keeping you at my side.”

I can hear the sound of breaking down.