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willoryn · 6 days ago
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I Know
SFW Lucifer x Reader comfort fluff
Lucifer with a partner that is not used to or is unsure how to react when receiving affection. Physical or verbal 🥺💕 and he offers you some reassurance.
You love Lucifer's various forms of love languages, ranging from physical touch, gift giving, or just all around the very concept of worshipping you in any way he can. You love the way he tends to be overly dramatic and showy with the way he expressed his admiration. The way he speaks so highly of you, compliments you. The way he fawns over you like a puppy. Or when he dotes on you like a gentleman. Even down to the little things, like the quick, sneaky kisses he plants on your cheeks. Holding your hand when you walk together. His various pet names for you... It's all so endearing to you and it truly means a lot. More than he could ever know. It's just that, well, you're not exactly used to someone speaking of you or treating you in such a way. All of this love and kindness... It's, sadly, very foreign to you.
And you're starting to worry that you may not be giving him the reactions that he's hoping for.
Sometimes you aren't sure what to say, so you say nothing at all. Sometimes you become so overwhelmed with emotion that you freeze up. Or you become so flustered that you have to focus all your energy on trying to calm yourself down. But none of that is meant to take away from the very fact that it all means so much to you and makes you feel so deeply loved and cherished in a way you've never known before.
You just hope he knows...
"You know I love you, right?"
you don't beat around the bush with the question, just deciding to ask him outright one night while you're both relaxing on the couch together in front of the fireplace. Lucifer's brow furrows in confusion, very much not expecting the question.
"I never doubt it," he says simply, but turns and looks at you with a slight bit of concern. "Uhh, why do you ask? Is something wrong, sweetheart?"
You shrug and keep your eyes down on the floor at your feet. "I just don't want you to ever worry about that, I guess. When you do nice things for me , I feel like I'm not very good at showing how happy it makes me. To be honest, I've never really been good at it. And I know that can bother people sometimes... I worry that it bothers you, too."
Lucifer frowns. Unfortunately, he knew all too well how you felt. Sure, it did take some time for him to recognize that it was something you might not have been used to, a concept that is still unfathomable to Lucifer as he fully believed you deserved to be loved and adored to the highest level, but he never once took it as you giving him the cold shoulder or dismissing his shows of affection... that didn't sound like you. He may be aloof at times but he liked to think he knew you a bit better than that.
You were someone who was denied the love and affection you craved so desperately, again and again. You learned to keep yourself subdued or closed off because it was safer that way. It just became second nature for you to be guarded. Now it's a little hard for you to express those intense emotions, despite being fully free to. Not that you don't feel them at all. He knows full well that you do.
And he was going to prove it.
"What are you talking about? Of course you show it, my dear!"
You snap your full attention over to him. It was your turn to furrow your brow.
"How so?"
"Well, for starters, your eyes," he gestures to your face with his hand, meeting your gaze. "I can see it in the way they light up when something I do or say makes you happy."
You feel your cheeks warm and you avert your eyes again so he can't see them anymore. His one observation suddenly making you feel very exposed. But it doesn't stop there. You feel your hand closest to Lucifer's being scooped up by the king himself. You also noted that he had scooted much closer to you now. Your bodies only a couple inches apart now.
"Even when you're not looking at me," Lucifer continues, smiling at your bashfulness. "do you feel how tight you're squeezing my hand right now? You always do that when you're excited or happy."
Heart thumping, you quickly yank your hand away and cover your face. Not wanting him to see your blushing face for one second. This was all revealing a little too much about yourself that even you didn't know about, but somehow he was able to pick up on completely. Before you thought you were hard to read. Now, all of a sudden, you felt like an open book. And you couldn't calm your thumping heart. He truly knew you a lot better than you thought he did...
After a moment, you feel his hands on your wrists and he peels your hands away from you, revealing you in all your embarrassed glory. But he doesn't tease or poke fun... He just simply smiles at you with the same love and adoration as he always does and he speaks with a chuckle behind his words.
"Your face gets so red... You don't have to say anything for me to know what you're thinking, darling. And all that is just the tip of the iceberg," Lucifer releases your wrists and pulls you in for a hug, kissing your temple and burying his face in your hair. Speaking to you softly now. "besides, I don't do these things to see your reaction. I do them because I love you and they make you happy. Even if you don't say it out loud. I know... I know."
You smile to yourself and sigh happily, feeling tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. Your entire being now warmed by more than just the fire crackling in front of you. You were relieved that he understood. He was able to understand you in a way so many others refused to. He saw the best in you when so many others would reject you for not meeting their expectations. Maybe if it was anyone else, you'd be terrified of them knowing so much about you. Of them being able to see past your shield. You didn't like being such an open book...
But as long as Lucifer was the only one who could read you, you suppose you didn't mind.
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hayaku14 · 7 days ago
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WHEN KAITOU KID DRAPES HIS CAPE ON SHINICHI'S HEAD LIKE A WEDDING VEIL AND SHINICHI TAKES OFF KID'S HAT AND PULLS HIM IN FOR A KISS AAAAAHHHHHH
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thechibilitwick · 5 months ago
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chibi thabk you for 0507 every day is beautiful and life is wonderful and bad thoughts going away from head and mood improved and want to keep living and
vin omg vin...... thank you so much 🥹🥹 wahhhhwhahwhh i'm so glad to be moots with you're always so great n your art is always so wonderful yayyyy yayay yippee :3 also hope you're doing alright!!
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abyssyby · 7 days ago
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I need an aftermath of the watermelon seed incident🥹 please
ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: HAHAHA i've sat on this for a bit, but the wrath the biggies would have to face isn't from sylus, it's actually from mama. thank you so much for all the love on the first one! please enjoy this hehe <3
sylus & his family | sylus x reader | comfort, fluff boydad&husband!sylus, mom!reader, bigbrother!luke&kieran, how mama grounds the family when they all fly off the handle ╰┈➤ part one — littles on: watermelon seeds
on a good day, home would be two little boys running to you to wrap themselves around your legs and sing strings of "welcome home, mama!" and "hi mama! hi!"s. no matter how long or short your trip away would be.
today is not a good day. today, home is your husband calling your name from the kitchen. where you find a picture reminiscent of days when your newborns would sob, and sylus would shush and rock them to safety.
kyros's hics and cries fill your ears. lucian is running back and forth like a headless chicken around his father's legs so fast that sylus is stomping around like a giant trying to avoid stepping on him.
your first course of action is to take the wailing wronged one from his arms. which he gladly gives while he goes to pick up the one zooming around in distress, before he runs into the wall.
"ky—"
"mama..." kyros whimpers, all cried out, voice raw and scratchy from coughing so much. your heart aches. he speaks as if he'd given up. as if he's waiting for the end. "i eat a deed. gon'espode."
"a deed?" you kiss his brow, wipe his tears. take your sleeve to your palm and squeeze his snotty nose. you cue for him to follow your breathing, just as he tries to explain himself.
he takes a few breaths, and then nods, "wodameyn."
"ah." you release a sigh of relief. on the phone, it had sounded rough—the twins sobbing, sylus's voice, his attempts at soothing the children overpowered by lucian's insistence that the big twins were never wrong (untrue, by the way). "let me see?"
he opens his mouth. you frown at the redness of his tonsils. sylus winces too when he and lucian come closer to look.
discreetly, your hand travels to a plate perched on the edge of a table. its watermelons still intact, your nails dig out a single seed. you make a show of tilting his chin, looking up and down his teeth. humming like you're actually discovering something.
"keero okay, mama?" lucian asks. each syllable wobbles with concern.
"oh!" you tilt his head down. use your other hand with the hidden seed and swipe the wall of his cheek with your nail lightly. as you take it out, you show him the seed he "ate" on the tip of your finger. "here it is."
kyros jumps, eyes wide as he slaps his mouth closed with both hands. never once has he felt such relief in his two and a half years.
"all better, angel?" you ask, ruffling his hair and placing a kiss on his forehead. he nods quietly. "let's get you something for your throat. then maybe we can talk about how plants grow, hm?"
he gets a bottle of warm milk, lucian too. tired from all the crying they've done, they take a premature nap. sylus allows it, despite them having to sleep through lunchtime.
and sylus—oh, he's in awe of you. he feels like he's watched a goddess come down to earth to perform a miracle. like you'd just bested a hurricane. like you'd leveled a city to the ground with barely a drop of sweat off your brow.
he's staring at you as you exit the twins' room. doesn't waste a second to engulf you in his embrace and plant the most tender kiss on your mouth he has ever given you all day. "amazing. you're amazing." is all he can say.
you don't get to respond before he's worshipping you in the ways you deserve.
𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
lucian wakes first. stomach grumbling from his missed meal.
he wriggles out of his blanket. climbs out of his crib, balances on his belly on its edge for a moment, and crawls into kyros's (a heartstopping treat for you to find later in mephisto's baby-cam recordings). "keero."
"huh," kyros murmurs, slapping away the hand that tickles his nose.
"keero, hungy." lucian insists. sure that if he's feeling it, then his brother must be too.
always one to agree with his twin, kyros mutters a "'kay." and sits up slowly. bleary eyes barely making sense of the shape of his twin before him.
"papa..." he all but cries, and sylus is already coming through the door to pick them up.
sylus pauses at seeing both in one bed. he wonders how lucian got out of his crib and into kyros's, but thinks that's a can of worms he doesn't want to open right now. no, today is for watermelons.
each son gifted a kiss, sylus walks them to the kitchen and straps them in their high chairs for a late lunch.
the lights were dimmer than usual, illuminating their papa's solemn features more... eerily than they can comprehend now. but the coldness on his face is thawed by how gently he handles them. brushing sleep-mussed hair away from their eyes, placing their bibs around their neck.
their visions are obstructed by their father's hulking form. so they only see the two figures under a harsh interrogation light kneeling before them when sylus stands and walks away.
behind the two, their mama stands guard in the dark, arms over her chest. the look on her face is the same as the one she gives them when they make a mess or do something naughty. but this time, it's not for them...
"we're sorry for telling you you're going to explode," kieran, the sensible one, you'd argue, starts. head bowed, his hair a mess from abruptly removing his mask and hood, right helix an angry red. with the way his words shudder, he's clearly been through horrors. "watermelon seeds don't do that."
"seeds only grow with water and sunlight and..." luke clears his throat, a matching throbbing mark on his opposite ear. trying to recall a script wasn't as easy when a wrathful boss-mama was looming over him. "and your inside bellies don't have that."
"we were meanies, and we're sorry, little bosses."
it's a wonder how the scene doesn't terrify the children. specially when they look behind them to see papa with the same look on his face as you. looming, ominous, scary.
but kyros sniffles, first to make sense of things. "you lie-ded?
luke winces. "yes. we thought it was silly."
lucian shakes his head. he chastises, so close to his father's tone it's haunting, "is not, wook."
"i know." luke nods. kieran bows lower. "sorry, boys."
"it 'kay, mama save me." kyros says, leaning forward on his chair and reaching for them. "no more espode."
"you don't..." luke sighs, standing on his feet (after receiving a nod from you) and lifting kyros in an embrace. "did you cry, roro?"
"a-huh." he nods, flopping over his shoulder, as their hugs go. "wa'scary."
luke nods, smiling bitterly. hating how what they thought was a harmless prank had gotten out of hand. "well, you were brave."
kieran had collected lucian in his arms too, under the watchful glare of sylus. listening to how lucian tried to explain his despair, how he was so scared of seeing his little brother turn to fire-bits and chunks.
but as such, the littles go without their high-chairs to enjoy their meals, preferring to sit on their brother's laps instead. all forgiven and forgotten.
because as much as they are terrorized by their biggies, they know that they'll always be loved. and what they'll figure later, is that for every prank they cannot yet match, mama is always there to even out the score.
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hehehe thanks for reading! ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
✧˚ ⋆。 part one | read more with the little twins here || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆。
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nebinarnagovnara · 2 months ago
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Happy Pride month, wlw Bratfeen be upon ye
A very self-indulgent sketch comic underneath:
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+ silly bonus panel
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[Transcript]
The comic is a colorless sketch. Edgeworth is sitting on Wright's lap, Wright cuddling up close to her, smiling and giddy. Edgeworth is embarrassed and looking at the side, but they're still holding hands.
Page 1:
Wright speaks happily: "Hehe~ My babe is so pretty! All ready to conquer the court!"
Page 2:
Wright's hand hugs Edgeworth's waist. "Your fit looks really good... Especially the skirt! It's nice!" she says.
Edgeworth hides her face away behind Wright's head, saying, "Don't say those things..." Wright looks at her, grinning, "Aww, are you shy, babe?" The speech bubble has a heart on it.
Wright snuggles closer to Edgeworth while Edgeworth makes a grimace, looking dissatisfied. "You're beautiful... I love you so much..." Wright says, the speech bubble being covered in hearts.
Edgeworth now snuggles closer, wrapping her arms around Wright, hiding away. "No, I..." she stutters, "I mean, I..." her speech melts away. Wright is surprised by this reaction.
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"I hate it..!" Edgeworth exclaims shakily.
She continues, burying her face in Wright's shoulder, with an occasional hic and sniff, "The skirt... I hate it... And I shouldn't! It... It suits me! But when I take a glance in the mirror... All I feel is... Disgust... My mentor financed this... I am so... Ungrateful! This is what a professional woman wears..."
As she continues sniffing into her girlfriend's shoulder shaking, Wright tries to get her attention, "Hey..."
"Miles... Babe... Look at me? Please?" she asks, trying to slightly break them apart, and Edgeworth starts pulling away, revealing the tears in her eyes.
They now face each other, Edgeworth looking away as tears fall down her face and snot comes out of her nose, her lips trembling, and Wright is cupping her cheeks with her hands. "There, now listen..."
Page 4:
The panel is viewed from Edgeworth's point of view, as Wright is holding her face and staring intently at her. "You can wear whatever the fuck you want!" she yells, accentuating the curse.
Wright continues talking, as Edgeworth stares at her in disbelief, tears still rolling down but she is surprised. "So what if your mentor bought it for you? Did he ask what you wanted to wear? I think not! Who cares! If you don't like the skirt, ditch it! Burn it! Whatever! A "professional woman" doesn't give a fuck!"
Page 5:
Wright keeps staring at her intensely. Nervously, Edgeworth speaks, "B-But... Erm... That is... You said you like the skirt..."
"Duh! It's on you! You could put on a potato sack and I would say the same!" Wright yells back.
Suddenly, Wright's face brightens, saying "Marilyn Monroe actually did that! She wore a potato sack for a photoshoot..." she looks away at her old phone now in her hand, tapping away, "Let me look it up..." Edgeworth's smile is crooked but genuine, and she fondly looks at her girlfriend, with a thought bubble next to her with one heart in it.
Bonus panel:
Panel 1 from Page 4, but instead of the dialogue, Wright says, "What are you?!" and Edgeworth replies, "An idiot sandwich..."
[End transcript]
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yongvillage · 3 months ago
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ⓘ jaehyun x reader
borderline alcoholic!jaehyun, food/drink play, dubcon (kinda)
wc 0.8k
a/n inspired by (18+ link). also i’ve never drank alcohol before so if you see something inaccurate or wtv just shhh 🤫 hehe
after years of drowning himself in alcohol, he’d built up a concerningly high tolerance, so jaehyun had found ways to make the intoxicating liquid fun again.
he’d start tame, so as not to scare you, and offer you just a sip while sitting on the couch with him at night. he knew you weren’t the most fond of whiskey, but he’d urge you to try.
when your face scrunches and turns away, he lets out a low chuckle, “bitter, huh?”
you nodded.
then, once you’d loosened up and straddled his lap, lazily riding him, he would take a sip, faux swallowing before leaning in to kiss you.
you whimper and push at his shoulders, but he kept you exactly where you were, cupping your face and spilling all the whiskey from his mouth to yours.
he pulled away, keeping your jaw closed with his large hand as he grinned, “swallow it, baby.”
your cheeks puff up with the liquid before swallowing, just as he’d told you.
he hums, satisfied, and let’s you set the pace for a bit, wanting the alcohol to really seep into your bloodstream.
finally, for his last act, and the one he’d fantasized about for the longest, jaehyun lifted you up by the back of your knees. he strode into the kitchen and laid you down on the counter despite your mumbled protests. the alcohol had made your body weaker than the usual.
he opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of soju. he twists it open.
“j-jaehyun, hic, you’re gonna drink yourself to death…” you gurgled, staring up at the dimly lit kitchen ceiling as you heard his feet shuffle back to you.
he chuckles, “this isn’t for me, baby. it’s for you.”
before you can ask him what he means, you feel the cold lip of the soju bottle enter you.
you gasp as the carbonation sizzles inside you. your hips convulsed and you tried to push at his hands, but it was no use. your arms and hands felt like jelly, and jaehyun held your thighs firmly open.
“you don’t like it, doll? i bought an extra pack just for you,” he spoke, condescendingly sweet while his eyes focused in on the way your core pushed, then squeezed, and alternated between the two.
he shook the bottle, causing the neck of it to press in further, until only the bulbous base was left. he resisted the urge to push it into you even more, until the entire glass disappeared. the shaking made the liquor foam and bubble, gushing put of your swollen cunt.
“pl-please,” you sobbed as the pain got to be too much, each bubble popping against your gummy walls.
“please, what? you want a second bottle? such a greedy little thing,” he turned just a bit to scare you, to make you think that he was actually moving to go grab another bottle from the fridge. he laughs when you sob harder, your face completely flushed.
“n-no! no, s’enough…” you whimpered, feeling the bottle finally empty out as jaehyun circled it inside you.
“hmm, now when i take this out i want you to squeeze real tight, ‘kay princess?”
you hum, choking on a gasp as he pulls out the bottle. some drops dribble out, and jaehyun quickly cranes down to to attach his mouth to your entrance, sucking on your swollen hole and drinking the soju out of you.
your body writhes, or at least tries to. both his hold and the alcohol had made you immobile, so all that your body could manage were dazed mewls and moans.
jaehyun laps and licks at you, seemingly parched, until nearly his entire face was covered in a combination of your squirt and the soju, the tip of his nose poking against the hood of your clit and making you spasm.
he finally lifts his head, meeting your lidded gaze, “i should do this more often, hm? take you to the bar next time and let everyone have a turn. you’d be my little shaker.” he smirks and smacks your clit, causing your fragile body to jolt.
you mumble something and jaehyun leans forward to come closer to you. you can still see the lingering liquid by the way his lower face glistens.
“what was that, baby?”
“a-again,” you pant, “another bottle.”
jaehyun’s smirk grows into a grin that stretches from ear to ear, and he walks to the fridge again.
a heavy thud along with the clinking of glasses sounds right next to your ear; you turn to see the entire six pack on the counter.
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@yongvillage | ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
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irlyluvosamu · 26 days ago
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hey so how do you think Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi would deal with a s/o who isn’t a light weight, so they never get to see their s/o drunk and s/o always handles drunk them well and puts them to bed and stuff. S/o is normally chill and sassy. Mature and silly love sent their boyfriends way usually. So what they do when they finally meet drunk s/o who won’t remember anything next day. And drunk s/o is giggly, brags to other people about their boyfriend in a very sweet way, lovey dovey without shame, is in awe at basic things for existing like apples, very excited easily, when the boys attempt to put s/o to bed, about to leave the bedroom, they cling to their boyfriend and are like “No! Don’t leave me! 🥺”. If they stay, s/o grins and smooches them?
bsd men w/ a giggly and forgetful s/o after drinking
dazai , chuuya , and atsushi
warnings/before you read: drinking, lowercase writing, gn!reader, not proof-read, and crappy writing cuz it's been far too long 💀
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dazai
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dazai is normally the one to be doing all the drunk flirty, dramatic decelerations, and causing chaos.
you've been the one who would have to deal with it all. you've been calm in his storm─ taking him to bed, putting water on the nightstand, and keeping him entertained.
so when you're the one who's gotten drunk before him? he's shocked and delighted.
he watched you with almost an amused, but tender smile as you hold a granny smith like it's the eighth wonder of the world.
"did you know apples*hic*are like... edible art?"
"hmm. and here i thought i was your masterpiece."
when you started bragging to random people at a bar like, "that's my boyfriend! isn't he the prettiest man ever?*hic* smart too! hehe~" he's hiding his face with his drink on his lips, looking away for as long as he could as you keep bragging.
takes you home, if you're able by yourself he'll let you change before helping you to bed─ but if he needs to he'll change you himself.
you latch onto him like koala, you don't want him to leave. "nooo~ don't goo!"
your pouting, his arm pushed to your cheek as you look up to him from the bedsheets.
he laughs softly, strokes your hair and you immediately pull him on top of you, giving him a smooch─ sloppy, happy and lovely.
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chuuya
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when the mafia thinks of you, what immediately comes to mind is being chuuya's cool, sassily grounded partner.
teasing him just the right amount, taking him down when he gets fiery─ can thank dazai for that one─ and keeping him hydrated when he's tipsy
he trusts you in any situation. so when you are the one giggly and wobbling?
his brain blue screens.
"BABE! LOOK...a chaaaair~ it's made from WOOD!! from a TREE!!"
"...sweetheart, how much did you have to drink tonight?"
you start bragging about him to a bartender after serving you your drinks; "ooh, he's so hot, gentlemanly, and has such a sexy hat~" you giggled, "he does*hic* the move where he tilts it like an anime character~"
he hides his blushed face with his hat, your killing him over here. ears bright red.
time to head home rolls around and he's carry you. even if you asked or not, he can see how wobbly you were and he was not about to risk it for any biscuit.
he would guide you to the bedroom, have you change into more comfy clothes(PJS), and gently lay you down on the mattress.
you grabbed him by his wrist however before he could pull away from you. "chuu~ sleep with mee~ please!"
he grumbles under his breath, "you're lucky i love you." he grinned, despite his grumble, he got into bed with you.
you kiss his cheek over and over, leaving sloppy and wet kisses along his cheek to his nose, chin and eventually lips.
he loves you so much, he's so soft with you.
next morning? oh he's a smug bastard.
"apparently im a "sexy piece of cake" huh?"
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atsushi
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he feels so lucky to have you. how are you two even dating? he is such a sucker for you, he lives you!
cool-headed, quick thinker, and a bit of a flirt in a classy way.
so when he comes back seeing you absolutely smash and cooing at lightbulbs?
panick.
"awwh~ what's the point of the bulb if it doesn't light uppp!!!"
"honey, you-you─ that's not how it- DONT TOUCH THE GLASS, Y/N!!"
you cling into him for the night, touching his face, tugging his ears, hopping his nose and dragging your finger against this cheeks and jaw, babbling about how pretty and handsome he is.
you turn to a stranger sitting near the two of you, "doesn't my boyfriend have pretty eyes~ he's so sexy when angry, his eyes turn all dael and broody, hehe~"
he blushed. pulling you back and apologized to the people you've randomly started talking too.
sending you to bed is another blushy mess for atsushi, you grab his arm and refuse to let him go. you run your finger up and down his bicep as you look up at him with a pout and pleading eyes.
"don't goo~ stay with me, your so warm~"
he stays. no question, no remark. he's SAT. you cuddle up to him like he's your personal teddy bear and give him small pecks on his collarbone, smooching his cheek here and then, until you eventually fell asleep on his chest.
the next morning comes around and you wake up where you were lash night, in the arms of your beloved.
he smiles down at you, "so uh...you really like my eyes, hm?"
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@ ɪʀʟʏʟᴜᴠᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ — 2 0 2 5
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winteryreads · 2 months ago
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i gently slide into your asks /j
HI RIRICAKES, GOODMORNIGHT!! (U mentioned it's midnight there LMAO, and also u're probably asleep rn but I'll drop a request for you!!)
so I've recently read your Mydei fanfic with a shy reader, I suddenly have this idea that popped into my head!
may I request Mydei with a shy reader who thought they were drinking juice but it turned out to be alcohol and got drunk to the point they start confessing to mydei everything they like about him and asking him if he could be their boyfriend? (insert shocked mydei bcs that's his first time seeing them drunk, and he's so used to their shy demeanor) too drunk to even realize that he's already their fiance. (You can also add the part where they wake up the next morning with a headache, asked Mydei what happened and almost died from embarrassment after he spills everything!)
I love silly and fluffy fanfics, so I thought about requesting this LMAO
huggies and kissies from me to u! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥
ur silliest supporter and friend,
seraphie🩷
that’s not juice…-mydei x (implied shy!) reader
synopsis: you’re just a girl (gn) who thought you were drinking juice. it was not juice…
warnings: reader drinking alcohol/mentions of alcohol consumption! 
word count: 283
author’s note: Seraphie, thank you for sending in another request, hopefully this is what you wanted! feel free to send more requests in hehe! hope you enjoy, sending hugs and kisses! <3
taglist: @axolotsofluv, @strwbrydreamz, @sqgeism, @vyyper, @your-sleeparalysisdem0n, @cmiru, @unriding, @sheyfu, + @m1ckeyb3rry! lmk if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
this pomegranate juice tastes weird, funny even. but not in a bad way. the party the Chrysos Heirs were throwing was fun, though! turns out this is, in fact, alcohol; so that's fun! oohh there’s Mydei! 
“Mydeiiii,” you slurred. your fiancé turns and faces you a bit quizzically. 
“hi, (name),” he replies.
“hic, mydei! you’re so cool and awesome and hic smart. i realllyyyyyy like you a lot. will you be my boyfriend?” god, you’re so far gone, and Mydei can’t help the smile that’s starting to form on his face. he was surprised to see you, though. your shy nature typically restricted you from being the most transparent with him. you were very sweet, just a bit on the quiet side. but that was nothing Mydei didn’t love about you.
“(name), love, i’m your fiancé,” he replies to you after you latch yourself onto one of his arms. you gasp in shock, not believing what he’s saying. 
“no way! hic are you being serious?”
“very serious, come. let’s get you some water and some medicine.” he says as he guides you away from the festivities. 
the next morning rolls around, and god, the hangover and headache are awful right now. you wake up next to your fiancé who was staring at your peaceful form. 
“...dei, what happened?” you ask.
“you were quite a joy last night. you came up to me and asked me to be your boyfriend and when i told you we were engaged, you gasped and clung to me the rest of the night.”
yeah, you might jump off the nearest cliff with that statement. note to self: always check to make sure it’s pomegranate juice and not alcohol…
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gotham-daydreams · 6 months ago
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Hello!! I love your batfam series, rereading chap 2 got me thinking: Imagine Christmas
Reader is a child, they're so excited for Christmas, perhaps her new family forgot about her birthday because she's new to the manor, but no one forgets Christmas! Maybe this is the chance to spend time with their whole family! Reader takes the time to make little Christmas cards for everyone, each with her own wishes for them like:
"I hope this year, you get that [insert what the character is interested in here] you've always wanted!" and they add sweet little notes and doodles too.
It's Christmas eve, reader goes to where the tree and presents are, they want to put the cards on the mantle, or maybe the table? just somewhere where everyone can see them.
Reader passes the gifts and they get curious and excited.
'I wonder which one's mine?' their eyes get all sparkly and their smile widens, they place the cards on the table and head to the gifts, they read each tag.
"Dick, Jason, Tim, Dick, Alfred, Bruce, Bruce..." But no [Y/N]... No, that can't be true right? Everyone gets a present on Christmas, all the kids on the nice list gets a present, and [Y/N] made sure that they were nice all year, I mean, look at all they've done for their family! As tears well up in their eyes, a choked sob escapes [Y/N].
The door creaks open, "Master Y/N? What are you doing here so late?" Alfred asks.
"*hic* Christmas *hic* cards..." Alfred is alerted by the child's crying.
"Now, Master Y/N, why are you crying? Are you hurt?"
"Alfred...*hic* I was nice all year, right?" Alfred nods at this. "Then...why didn't I get a present?" Reader looks up at Alfred with those sad eyes, all hurt and desperate for an answer.
Alfred thinks for a moment and in an attempt to comfort the child, "Master Y/N, your gift isn't here because it's coming tomorrow, it's a very special gift, so it took some time to come here."
Reader calms down at this and asks, "Really?"
"Yes, Master Y/N, now, we must get you to bed, it's quite late, off you go now." Alfred leads them to their room and as Reader bids Alfred goodnight, Alfred is thinking of what he can order for Reader that would make them happy and that could be delivered immediately tomorrow.
please forgive me that it is very long hehe, it's my first time sending an ask ❤️
thank you for the batfam series tho 😊
I'm honored to have your first ask be sent to me! And I also apologize for the horrendous delay 😅
Don't worry about the length, I love long asks and your writing is amazing! I can definitely see that happening in the story, and can even imagine more of it!
Like imagine the family going back to look at the cards, and never really questioning where they came from or who wrote them until recently? Like, they sort of all had an assumption of who it was or could be, and didn't bother to really look into it until, well, all that happens takes place.
Imagine the reader had their letters sent to Dick, and tried to leave them by the window in the kitchen or hall for Jason. How they would sneak into Bruce's study to leave the note right on top of all the work he had left to do, and slipped a little envelope or note under Tim's door. They've tried to give it to Damian in person, but maybe got all nervous and just attached it to Titus' collar instead. Of course, Alfred always gets his handed to him or put into a little nook in the kitchen wall that only both of them know about. With Barbara's getting hers in the mail or rested upon a counter top, Cassandra's by a little side table next to her room, and Stephanie's close to the front door.
Imagine little reader trying to come up with new locations and areas every year, and trying to be more positive in their letters and also make them more meaningful - but just find it hard. It's hard to make something mean anything when you barely know the person your giving it too aside from exchanges that don't go past greetings and so on, but the reader tries as much as they can. Until that, like with all the things they tried to do, eventually stops as well - but maybe in a fit of self loathing. With them finding their own letters to be annoying, and the gifts they try to give obnoxious or meanings.
It drives them up the wall so much they eventually can't take it, and come apart. Hell, maybe they still continued the little 'tradition' but stuck to the little notes and letters. Now having grown used to getting no reply in return.
I know on that first night, Alfred most likely, personally tries to search for something before going out and getting it himself if he can. At least personally, I'd imagine it's a music box and it sort of serves as one of the inspirations that the reader has for even trying out music. Especially when it's the first thing they see when they get up the next day, and the soft melody is the first thing they hear.
It could have a larger effect from there, having been the reason the reader starts out doing school plays and so on - since it has two people dancing as the lullaby plays - before the reader eventually falls in love with music.
Ah! But that's just my own interpretation, and again, thanks so much for sharing! I'm so sorry about the delay, and not noticing this ask sooner! I love the idea, and can definitely see something like that happening in the series :]
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brittle-doughie · 2 days ago
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I imagine Y/N just gets in a giggly mood when drunk.
Like yeah, Holyberry gets more touchy and personal while drunk, Y/N is just in a corner laughing like they're insane.
Hollyberry: "Have I ever told you *hic* how much I LOVE you honey?
Y/N: (Is laughing like its the funniest joke they have ever heard in their life)
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△ “I meannnn it~! You know juuust how much I…*hic*….I LOVE you, right~? I love you sooooo much~ Yes, I dooooo, hehe~ *hic*”
△ “Ahehehe~ WOO! Stop it, Holly! Hehehe, I can’t cooontrol myself, AHAHA!”
△ “I caaaan’t stop! Love you soooo, soooo much~! OooUghhhh, I love you so much, Y/N Cooookie~ Come give-*hic* giVe your queen a kisssss~!”
△ “Oh! OH! HEHEHEHEHA~! You wanna?! *hic*”
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Sparkling Cookie, who was serving the two of you, laughed awkwardly as he watched Hollyberry bring you to her as the both of you draw closer to each other.
△ “Uh, ehe! Can someone get these lovebirds to a room? They’re getting quite close there-“
But it would be too late before Hollyberry DOVE right in and engaged you in a drunken, sloppy makeout.
△ “Nope, nevermind! Uh, you two are just going to do that. Here! Hehe, I’ll just…leave you two to it now, just going to be serving some patrons over there now!”
He quickly headed away as the two of you would continue to eat at each other’s faces.
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drakyns · 15 days ago
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ㅤraven point lay far below, still cradled in the breath of dawn, white mist clinging to old treetops like ghost fur. toothless rose through it, each beat of his wings dispersing a patch of silver fog, and the heir to berk watched as the sun behind them cast long shadows over the lowlands, painting a perfect silhouette of dragon and rider gliding together. though the connected movement of his prosthetic and his night fury’s fin tail felt as natural as breathing now, hiccup knew this sight would never grow dull. no matter how many years passed, this would remain breathtaking in every meaning possible, from the thin frosty air in his lungs to the golden view so few men got to see. gods, how he loved these morning flights.
ㅤhe chuckled when he caught toothless looking over his shoulder, though. he was the most curious dragon he had ever known. like rider, like dragon, maybe? “eager as ever, eh, buddy?”
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ㅤas they crest over a high ridge, the sun finally shone down on their necks. its light caught along the edge of toothless’ wings, gilding them gold, then blue, then black-gold. hiccup leaned to the side, hand extended, fingers outstretched as though to catch the light between them. for a heartbeat, he could swear he felt it settle there, soft and warm, like the gods haven’t yet remembered the world was meant to be cold. he smiled then, helplessly, like a boy who still believed in luck. “what do you say we stretch those wings a little more?” his voice curled with challenge, affection dressed as dare: want to see how fast you can fly again? “we can look for mysterious, barely-explored places later.”
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THERE IS LITTLE THE NIGHT FURY ENJOYS MORE THAN THE WARMTH OF THE SUN OVER BERK , the rays of sun dancing off of iridescent scales much like the water below him. were it within his power , this is where toothless would stay , or up in the clouds , or perhaps even amongst the stars , hiding within the blanket of night. it's no stretch to say that he is at his happiest above the ground , gliding on the currents just as he is now.
THE WEIGHT OF HIS RIDER IS FAMILIAR ON HIS BACK , COMFORTING EVEN , & necessary if he'd like to get anywhere in relative time. an unspoken language is shared between him & @drakyns , with every release of his tailfin & shift of weight , but oftentimes , little more need be said.
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AS IF ON UNSPOKEN CUE , NIGHT'S FURY TURNS BACK TO GLANCE OVER HIS SHOULDER , meeting a familiar gaze with wide-eyed curiosity : where are we flying today ??
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staryuee · 2 years ago
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LOVE TRIAL!
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GUILTY AREN’T I? OF ALL MY LOVE CRIMES…
— [warnings]. [mentions of drinking (venti)]
— synopsis . . . [char] has decided to come clean and acknowledge all the facts necessary for conviction. the conviction? they’re in love with you.
(more simply, them just being hopeless losers that are in love with you hcs ๑>◡<๑)
— characters . . . venti, zhongli, tartaglia, wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, wriothesley, navia, clorinde, arlecchino
— notes . . . i can't go on the genshin x reader tag anymore bc of the amount of smut on it, i’m so loved starved rn…*sighs dramatically* i added venti & zhongli purely bc i love them (plus they’d also be on trial for war reasons so hehe)
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VENTI — 温迪
love is quite similar to the wind in a way. comes quickly, randomly, it can hit you hard, it can be gentle and peaceful yet it can also be irritating and noisy.
currently, venti was feeling all the negatives: drunk, irritated, and his heartbeat drowning out any exterior noises to the degree he didn’t even hear your recognisable footsteps entering angel’s share. normally, he’d instantly perk up at the mere glimpse of you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to even bother raising his head up from his arms anymore.
“venti? someone asked me to come check up on you…you alright? (o*。_。)o” you gently touched his back in comfort which just made his heart swell.
“mfh…i’m—hic—okay (゚ペ)?” he responds nonchalantly.
“yeah, you sound very self-assured don’t you...come here then.”
“drink with me… (♡´𓋰`♡)”
“nope, i’m getting you far away from angel’s share, this is bad, even for you.” you speak to him so softly it almost makes him sleepy as you attempt to lift him up. venti wrapped his arms around your neck in response, pouting at you with a hazy and dizzy look.
his hand travels to your cheek, delicately caressing it with weird concentration. he leans into what seems like a kiss before pausing and resting his forehead onto your shoulder instead. he whispers in a delicate and dreamy tone, “i love you… too much.”
ZHONGLI — 钟离
zhongli fiddled with the brooch you gifted him while out on a stroll the other day with a complaisant smile, humming a tune to himself that he specifically remembered you sung. it was such a lovely melody, something so serene and gentle it was almost like the feeling of sunlight on your skin. or perhaps that was only the case because you sung it?
he’s an ancient being with countless of prior lifetimes and ones ahead; he’s no lovesick fool, but he couldn’t deny that the giddy feeling in his churning stomach, and the swirling of his heart is a rather enticing experience, one which he cannot tire from.
his mind traced back to the short hangout you had earlier today; nothing unusual, just a walk around liyue harbour with his hand inching closer to yours, breath hitching at the minute contact before he retracted his hand to awkwardly play with his rings. oh, and that angelic smile that he loved so much…
zhongli traced his bottom lip, imagining it as your own as a silly smile graced his face at his delusion. would you lean into his touch? move away? be startled, confused, or even worried? would you look away? or…
ahh…perhaps, he’s a little head over heels for you, alright?
TARTAGLIA — 公子
“tartaglia, please. this is seriously too much!!” he crumpled another letter with that specific and significant order and threw it skillfully over into the bin. there’s no such thing as “too much” when it comes to showering someone with gifts, ESPECIALLY during important holidays and events! at least that’s what tartaglia’s delusional lovesick mind has led him to wholeheartedly believe.
he gazes over at the countless trinkets you’ve given him over the course of your adventures and vacations; i mean if you can do it, why can’t he? little does he realise that “trinkets” is much more acceptable than “gifts that pile up to your ceiling at the end of each week”.
it makes sense for you to want to spoil someone any way you can if you love them.
…love them?? did he love you? i mean, he accepts your affection like it’s a natural instinct, sends you letters and gifts biweekly, his entire family knows you, and whenever you exchange gifts during holidays he purposefully skims his fingers over yours.
but that’s all just friendly gestures…okay listen he may have believed santa clause (or the teyvat equivalent…?) was real for several years because of pulcinella but he’s not THAT horrifically oblivious (grits teeth). he absolutely adores you, and the letters he has stashed away, that could practically count as love confessions due to how descriptive they are of your character, are solid evidence.
WANDERER — 流浪者
your mind has three defense mechanisms against impactful events: repression, denial and displacement. all of which were prevalent with the wanderer.
he pushed the conscious memories of abandonment into his unconscious, he ignored the reality of his feelings for you to avoid any form of attachment, and proceeded to take out his anger onto you because of the way you made him feel.
he’s convinced himself he hates you.
hate, within the context of a romantic relationship, arises mainly from a relational betrayal. betrayal trauma can feel an awful lot like the dull and lingering pain after a swift punch to the gut. the person who hurt you isn't a stranger, yet when they leave, it certainly feels like you never knew them at all.
that’s precisely why he can’t fall for you…but he does so anyway; because how was he meant to override the childish fluttering in his prototype heart whenever you gently brushed your shoulders together when walking, or when your eyes met and you instantly smiled at him so stupidly?
and well, he isn’t really doing a good job of pretending he hates you when he lets you touch him so freely, or when he seeks your simple affections out without shame…
☆ ITTY BITTY SPOILERS ☆ for both fontaine archon quests 🐳
LYNEY — 林尼
lyney rubbed his weary eyes as the light began to settle into his view. while initially blurry, after blinking a few times, lyney realised exactly where he was; the opera epiclese. yet he’s not standing where he and his twin would be if they were preforming a magic show, rather, he was standing directly where an accused perpetrator would.
despite how hazy he felt, that tinge of anxiety managed to bubble into his stomach to ironically stabilise him. the stomping sound of a cane reverberated through the room which fixed his attention to the iudex. “order.” his voice caused lyney to grimace whatever words he’d utter next. why was he reliving this moment?
“mister lyney, i hereby declare you as guilty in this love trial.”
lyney couldn’t help but blink and tilt his head in confusion…what kind of trial? was that some sort of code? 【・_・?】
“with no further objections, the oratrice shall now deliver its final verdict.” however, before he could hear the motions of the machine in action, he awoke: sweaty, confused, and face flushed a brilliant red hue. lyney glanced over at his bedside table, his cheeks tinting even redder at the sight of a rose that he gained from your fine hands.
maybe that dream was trying to tell him something…(。•́︿•̀。)
NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特
recently, the skies of fontaine have been ever so clear. every blemish of grey spotted clouds disarrayed into a flurry of white, the sun blazing out and making it the most perfect atmosphere for a pleasant summer. though…this was the middle of october, so this particular weather puzzled the fontaine citizens, albeit with little complaint.
neuvillette sat in his office with a gentle and subtle smile expressed his soft features, although he maintained that ‘air’ of professionalism as he went over a recent investigation, he subconsciously grazed his fingertips over a letter with your name on it.
to neuvillette, love is a lot like a trial (or perhaps that’s the only analogy he can conjure up to comprehend his deepening feelings for you). you put yourself out there, presenting your best case for why you deserve to be loved, just as a lawyer presents their case for why their client is innocent. it involves the same sense of vulnerability, uncertainty, and even risk: you don't know how the outcome will turn out, and you have to have faith in the process and trust in the person who is judging (or loving) you.
his judgement about you, however, doesn’t need much thought or even a confirmation of the verdict with the oratrice. he’s in love with you, devoted, if you will. and perhaps, if you’re willing, he’d be happy to make a whole argumentative case on why you deserve him.
WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利
he’s very tempted to make a case against you.
you’ve committed the most heinous crime known to teyvat, one which no person has had the courage to fulfil:
stealing his heart.
how long would he have you down in the fortress for to pay for your crimes? glad you asked, because he’s made an entire mental plan for whenever you visit him in the fortress of meropide (for whatever reason…let’s just hope it’s nothing TOO bad ahaha…. ._.)
your sentence would depend on how long it takes for you to fall for him too. god he’s never realised how much of an absolute loser he can be when enamoured it actually makes him angry. if you could see the way he low-key giggles and plays with his hair at even the slightest glimpse of you, he’s assured your sentence would be several years instead of his hopeful couple months (unless you’re already in love with him then…hey.)
i’m pretty certain if he could, he’d send you a letter that says “haha, what if we kissed? just kidding! unless…”
yeah, he’s THAT level of loser for you. (*´∀`*)
NAVIA — 娜维娅
valentine’s day has become her favourite holiday! not for any “particular” reason…certainly not because she can use the day to “platonically” spoil you with food and subtle affection whenever she pleases.
“happy valentine’s day! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡” navia smiles at you and bows, presenting you a pink bag glittered in hearts, a cute bow on of one of the handles. you smiled in response and took the bag from her gently. merely catching a sneaky peek into it you could see several little plastic bags filled with goodies and sweets, ones you assumed where baked by her fine hands.
“thank you, navia! honestly, i look forward to this every year~ (∩❛ڡ❛∩)” you laugh as you unwrap one of the brownies in the bag and begin chewing on it with a complaisant and satisfied expression. your sweet and genuine look made her heart clench in her chest, she coughs into her hand awkwardly and looks away from your lips.
“uhum, i’m glad! anyways i’ve got uhh…something to do…(。>\\<)” she replied hastily, clutching at her chest dramatically as she left, leaving you rather confused: you continued to eat her pastries regardless of the sudden change in atmosphere, because i mean who doesn’t like free shit made specifically for you?
navia’s mind and heart felt so fuzzy as she checked her complexion in her pocket sized mirror, padding at her face with powder to futilely hide her immense blush. putting away her mirror, she flipped over her hat to reveal a matching pink letter with cursive writing on it. “sorry lyney your plan was cute and all…but i seriously can’t do this today…”
CLORINDE — 克洛琳德
harbouring her position as the best champion duelist means there’s plenty of people (people who desire death at the hands of a pretty woman.) who wish to duel or spar against her purely to see her skills personally. yet, so far there’s been no one who’s stepped up to that challenge (we can ignore tartaglia for now.)
until you, that is. you have no reason to ask to spar with her, and while she has little reason to refuse you, she does reject your requests each time. however, clorinde has learnt over time that refusing your cute face and sweet smile leaves a little bit of her hollow, so alas, one day when she had a free schedule — she accepted a spar session.
thank the hydro archon that she did because holy shit. clorinde never thought she had a type, perhaps just someone who’s the opposite of her to balance her out, but now she definitely knows you qualify. the way the sweat drips down your arms and neck, your expression fixed yet amused and the subtle vein forming on your hand as you grip your weapon…shit she’s not paying attention.
as you strike a blow that leaves her tumbling backwards onto the floor, a cheeky grin adorns your face that makes her heart skip like pebbles on a flowing river. you can boast about your win against the champion duelist for all of teyvat to hear, all she cares about is seeing that side of you again…please.
ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺
ah well shit.
this isn’t going to exactly work now, will it? technically, falling in love with a subordinate isn’t against some sort of law or code, but a harbinger being bewitched is a different story.
arlecchino leaned against her desk with her hands resting behind her. an icy shiver ran down your spine as her eyes were practically piercing through you. did you mess up on a report or something…? was this the end…(,,>ࡇ<,,)? you’ve always thought you kept a pretty good and quite close relationship with the knave, but perhaps that was your downfall?
it’s not easy to ignore the deafening sound of her heartbeat, that alone made it even more difficult to concentrate when you’re just an arms reach away from her in her private study, with no one to bother you two. it’s futile to ignore the fluttering of your heart, therefore, arlecchino decides to saunter over to you with a poker face, something which only made you want to die on the spot.
she leaned over on your desk with her hands right on the edge, you instinctively peel your head upwards to question her with a meek voice, “is uhm, something wrong, knave?” you begged she didn’t notice the slight quiver in your voice.
“i believe,” she averts her gaze before staring directly at you with a much more softened expression, “i’ve fallen in love with you.”
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I KNEW IT INSTANTLY, YOU’RE ALSO GUILTY…
©STARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost <3
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wwaheoh · 1 year ago
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hehe, i know im probably not the first and definitely won't be the last to ask, but we need a part 3 of the rejected confession series!! whether its a happy ending of reader and the character getting together or just making up and staying friends (or forever parting ways) we need closure!! so when you think you are ready for it, could we possibly have a final part? :,)
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“Reconciliation”, Zenless Zone Zero x gnReader
Von Lycaon, Anby Demara, Zhu Yuan
a/n: thank yall so much for the support! its meant so much! i hope everyone enjoys the "good ending" to the Unrequited Love series.
a/n²: also thanks to that one anonymous requester, loved your ideas and helped a bunch when writing! hope i did well in realizing it!
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
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The day before heading to the scheduled meet, you were stressed out of your mind. Having made up your mind, you decided to go, whether it be for reconciliation or- no, you shouldn’t think so optimistically. Maybe this was just a way for them to berate you for ghosting them before cutting ties forever…
With that optimistic thought, you made your way back home, finally getting off the bench you’d been glued to with thought after the brief encounter with the shark-girl. Sorta embarrassing to be told to fix your relationship by a high school girl but at this point any push that didn’t get you deeper into becoming a shut-in was better than none.
Stepping into your home, you shut and locked the door behind you before heading to your room, beelining straight for the closet. Sliding it open, you began to look through the hanged clothing, contemplating what you should wear. Something cute? Something bold? Something that you’d think he’d like or something you felt comfortable in?
After several minutes of this, you finally picked out an outfit, now onto actually getting sleep. Setting the clothes onto a chair, you went to your bathroom and undressed, putting on sleepwear and throwing yourself onto the bed.
A wave of exhaustion passed through you, wow, you were a lot more tired than you thought…
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The outing with you had been going well, Lycaon thought, today was a beautiful day, thankfully Rina was aiding Corin today so he had no worries about being forced to cut it short and attend to any accidents their junior was prone to.
Strolling by the pier of Lumina Square, water a sunset orange as thr Sun began to set into the horizon, you stopped walking, with him following, a sign of confusion on his face.
“Hey, Lycaon?” You spoke nervously, demeanor slightly shaking. Worry began to draw in, not outwardly showing it, not wanting to make you more nervous in speaking. Something that he usually did when with clients- unconsciously leading him to thinking of you as a client rather than his friend at the moment.
Then you confessed.
His mind stopped- cool breaking as the words spilled out of your mouth and into his ears. Forcing his tail to not wag, he was about to reply. Yet what came out of his mouth was not what he intended, having forced his brain into ‘work mode’ to protect himself from all the possibilities of what you might have said.
So instead of accepting your feelings, happily rejoicing and telling you that he returned them wholeheartedly. He… rejected you. The words tumbled out of his mouth, rushed, the professional tone he used with clients slipped in. As if he were a prisoner in his body.
The look you gave him immediately showed he screwed up. Unable to approach as you began to cry, not wanting to take back the words- not because he believed them, but because he believed you would think he was simply pitying you and throwing a bone.
“I’ll start the car up. It’s getting late.”
“I- it’s- hic- it’s f-fine. I’ll get home on m-my own.”
“I must insi-”
“I said it’s fine!”
His ears drooping, wild guilt painted on his face, internally berating himself for having somehow messed up the interaction of his dreams. He went back to his car, turning it on and beginning the drive back home.
Atleast, that’s what he led you to believe. Instead, he parked in a nearby alley before shadowing you- unwilling to not see you home.
The day after that, he texted you, yet you never responded. Days of being left on ‘Read’ became days of you not opening his text messages at all.
It had begun to get at him, his voice became colder than usual with clients, still professional but with more sharpness to it. The others noticed their boss acting like this, yet were unable to pry into the why. It was a shared silent agreement between them and their boss, a wall between their professional work and personal lives. He met with Master Phatheon a few times and even they noticed something was off with the butler.
One day Ellen overheard him murmuring, quickly figuring out who he was so hung up about and what had happened- with some aid from Miss Rina. Unbeknownst to Lycaon, she met up with you unexpectedly, getting you to meet with Lycaon at the cafe. With Rina “booking an appointment” with a client, for Lycaon to meet with at the very same time.
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Stepping into the cafe, bell jingling behind you, looking around the cafe before finding the spot Ellen had directed you to, tilting her head to the farthest seat with her signature bored look and lollipop in mouth. Nodding gratefully, you made your way to the table and sat down. Nerves ablaze, you fixed your clothes, making sure nothing was out of place. Worries bubbled up in your mind, thoughts of what could go wrong swirling in the bubbling soup of anxiousness.
Silver fur snapped you out of your spiraling, the Therian that’d been on your mind now realized in front of you. He mirrored your expression of shock, not having thought to see you again, before he quickly closed the gap, holding you tightly.
“I am so sorry.” Breathless, he looked deep into your eyes, “I had not meant to say what I did. I do wish to be with you. If you’d have me.” Not a man to screw up an opportunity like this- especially after having messed up so badly, any and all grievances be damned- he would say his peace and lay his heart into your hands, to either hold or crush at your whim.
You returned his hold, tears welling up as the two of you embraced, hearts swelling with joy as his hard, fluffy body pressed tightly against you, finally together once more. Sobbing openly as finally, the two of you were together, this time as lovers.
It was a little awkward stepping out of the cafe, with some customers very obviously glancing at the two of you after your two very public reunion…
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After Anby had run from your confession, she spent a lot of time rewatching movies. Romance and tragedy specifically, trying to find a solution to what has transpired. The rest of the Cunning Hares were confused about her seemingly out of nowhere interest in those genres, usually seeing her watch action or thrillers.
There was an aching in her heart, one she had originally attributed to the loss of a friend, yet it felt stronger, much stronger. As she watched more and more, she came across an animated film, one of a failed relationship, of how being apart makes the heart grow fonder, ending with the two getting together, stronger than before.
That’s what she wanted.
While originally she was true to herself, only wanting you as a friend, time revealed that she wanted more, especially after forcing herself to dodge into alleys after even a glimpse of your hair, oftentimes leading to odd looks from the Cunning Hares or Phaethon. She wanted to be closer to you, like how the protagonists in the films were.
Standing up, resolution in her heart and an apology on her tongue, she exited the door and began making her way to your abode, moonlight and street lamps lighting the way.
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You couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t a one-off occurrence either. Thoughts powered by the late night struck harshly, leaving lasting impressions that made sleep impossible. Especially those of a particular silver-haired girl.
Sighing, you shook your head, as if to shake the thoughts physically out, getting up from your bed and heading to the kitchen. Opening up the refrigerator, you grabbed a cold pitcher of water and a cup from the cupboard, turning the pitcher and letting the cool liquid spill into the cup, only turning it back upright as it neared the top.
Putting the pitcher back into the fridge before closing it, you grabbed the cup and steadily began to drink from it. Refreshing, always helping whenever those thoughts arrive…
A notification from your phone rang out, having left it in your bedroom you began to make your way to said room, when a knock at the door stopped you. Nothing good ever came from someone at your door at near midnight.
Grabbing a nearby object- your hand finding the handle of a knife, you quietly made your way to the door. Looking through the peephole, you saw a familiar face that made your muscles freeze.
Anby, staring right back at you. In her usual getup, with the same mono-look, but a hint of anxiousness hidden in her eyes.
Setting the knife down onto the counter, you slowly opened up the door, nerves threatening a rebellion against your body as you opened the door.
Finally face to face with Anby, without the blurriness and fish-eye view that the peephole provided, you could see how less kept she was than usual. Eyes tinged with red- a sign of screen overuse. Sweat, faster breaths, a flush of red coloring her pale cheeks.
The two of you stared at each other for a second before she quickly closed in.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice cracked, monotone as it was, a hint of breathiness from her seemingly having sprinted here from wherever she was prior. “I shouldn’t have ran.”
You didn’t know what to do, worried that nodding or shaking your head would give the wrong impression- whatever the impression you wanted to give was lost to you.
You just stood there, listening to what she had to say.
“In the movies they always get together after the first confession. But it didn’t feel right at the time- but it also didn’t feel right saying no.”
A silence before you decided to share your two cents.
“Anby-” her attention diverted back to you straightaway, “How about this. We date for a bit- say, a year, then if you feel like it’s right, then we can continue. If not, then atleast we tried…”
“Just don’t run again, even being friends would be better than never seeing you again.”
She quickly closed the gap between the two of you, embracing you tightly, with you following suit. “Okay…” her voice was shaky, her grip on you was not.
Okay actually it was too tight- “Anby I think you’re gonna break my spine!”
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Stepping out of your assigned police car, you nodded to your partner as they exited the vehicle and went to leave the premises. Qingyi having gone back to Zhu Yuan’s side after the one day the two of you were assigned together, message delivered, you wondered how she pulled off getting to be your partner.
You began to make your way to Zhu Yuan’s desk, with her filling out some final papers regarding what happened to the blimp atop of the Ballet Twins Towers. A situation that had been narrowly avoided ending in catastrophe by an inorganic citizen being insusceptible to the knock-out gasses found in the systems of the victims. Her squadron had been the first to the scene, being stopped at the first tower before being forced to evacuate and find another way up by several explosives being detonated at the bridge.
It was a headache for everyone involved, happy that the worse situation happened but not looking forward to the amount of paperwork needed to be filed, especially since the prime suspect of a major case and now this case had gone off-grid with the blimp to who knows where now.
Thankfully it seemed Zhu Yuan didn’t mind it too much, all too happy to do her work, no matter how monotonous it seemed. Turning off the computer for the day and filing papers into cabinets, she had been adding a sprinkle of water into the tomato plant she’d been growing, thoughts swirling as she continued with the monotonous task.
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It’d been days since she last saw you. Invitations declined, only glimpses of you before you seemingly disappeared into the crowd or entered somewhere she couldn’t follow. Her days had been growing duller, work becoming a distraction to her problems.
Her mom had commented on this, citing worries about how she’d been seemingly throwing herself deeper into work and training, questioning the near-null appearances of you in recent times. She hated to lie to them, yet didn’t want to confront the facts.
She’d been too late to tell you how she felt. She would never get the opportunity again...
One day Qingyi told Zhu Yuan that she'd have to stay a little later, orders given to her to give to Zhu Yuan a little extra work. While to most, this’d be an annoyance, Zhu Yuan readily accepted the new work, not wanting to go back to her lonely apartment.
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You knocked on the doorframe- breaking her out of her thoughts, face lighting up as she laid eyes on you.
“Uh, hey Zhu Yuan…” She set the water-can down and stood up hastily. “Hey! Uhm…” The two of you stood awkwardly as you tried to form the words you wanted to say.
“I’m sorry.” Zhu Yuan looked at you, worry on her face, urging you to continue. While she had been hurt from how you were seemingly avoiding her, she still looked at you as a close friend.
“It’s… stupid of me. But I wanted to tell you that…”
You confessed, deciding to put all your trust in Qingyi and just do it. Ripping the proverbial band-aid off, the words tumbled out.
She stood there, wide-eyed as you finished. There was a brief silence before tears began to bunch at the edge of her eyes. Your heart stopped, worried that you’d done something wrong before she closed the gap and embraced you, repeating “Yes!” and “I like you too!”, nearly squealing in delight.
You were dazed from how hard she was shaking you, before finally getting a hold. “So.. you’re not into Qingyi?”
“Huh? No, where’d you get that idea?”
“Ahh…” it was a little embarrassing to admit this in hindsight, “I thought since… you looked at her like that, that you…”
She giggled a little, before stopping quickly, “Sorry- I- I looked like that because I was thinking of you. Just, I looked away anytime you looked at me since I didn’t know if you returned my feelings…”
“Ah…”
Finally love bloomed, no longer covered by the walls of uncertainty.
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mcacomulada · 6 months ago
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The trolls as insects (i might draw them later)
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Aradia Megido - Maroon Ghost Moth (Elhamma australasiae)
Moths have been repeatedly portrayed as a sign of death. Also, their fluffiness matches the one of Aradia's hair XD. When I read this one's name it was inevitable (ghost???, maroon??, literally her oh my gooood).
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Tavros Nitram - Question Mark Butterfly (Polygonia interrogationis)
Mostly based off of the Summoner and Rufioh having wings, I didn't want to make it a monarch butterfly because Tavros is in no way royalty.
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Sollux Captor - Western Honey Bee (Apis mellifera)
Pretty self explanatory, Sollux always had a connection (and obsession) with bees. They also sting, which is kind of a metaphor for the psionics.
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Karkat Vantas - Seven Spot Ladybird (Coccinella septempunctata)
Ladybirds are always seen as special, even though this instance is not a mutation per se, it's special and red. Also, ladybirds are commonplace pests (which is kind of what Karkat is to HIC).
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Nepeta Leijon - Pale Green Assassin Bug (Zelus luridus)
I looked up some good bug hunters and I got assassin bugs, nepeta is the mightiest of huntresses, so it fits.
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Kanaya Maryam - Green Headed Ant (Rhytidoponera metallica)
I was doubting wether to make Kanaya an ant or a silk moth, but ultimately, moths are a better representation of Aradia, and ants mimic jade-blood's function in troll society better. A part from being green, this species of ant apparently has a nice bite, which is representative of Kanaya's fierceness.
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Terezi Pyrope - Ebony Jewelwing (Calopteryx maculata)
I am aware that the dragonfly pictured is male, just ignore that lol, headcanon the trolls as hermaphroditic (i will post about their biological cycle hehe). Dragonflies are said to be insect's best predators, Terezi is also a vicious and precise hunter, if not of other trolls literally, of outcomes and possibilities (she is intelligent, and a Seer of Mind).
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Vriska Serket - Peacock Tarantula (Poecilotheria metallica)
Also pretty self explanatory, it's a blue spider, therefore Vriska Serket. Spiders in general are already a good representation of how she is percieved (with fear lol). Yea, simple explanation.
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Equius Zahhak - "Pure Blue" Giant Flower Beetle (Mecynorhina torquata)
The strongest of bugs are beetles (among some types of ants, who are better described as proportionally strongest). This particular one is also pretty big and strong, and coincidentally presents this type of coloration.
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Gamzee Makara - Purple-Winged Grasshopper (Titanacris albipes)
Originally was going to be a praying mantis, but the orchid mantis was just too perfect for Feferi. Locusts also have ties to religion and mythology, which was my main focus for finding Gamzee's insect (they have been, fittingly, a symbol of destruction for eons).
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Eridan Ampora - Canopy Mosquito (Sabethes cyaneus)
Tbh, I based most of this decision off of the fact that Eridan is annoying (I don't hate him, it's just his personality, unfortunately). Also, mosquitos breed in water (at least that's what my parents always told me) which matches the aquatic theme.
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Feferi Peixes - Orchid Mantis (Hymenopus coronatus)
Feferi is the troll I had the most trouble with. Originally I tried keeping up with the aquatic theme and had found Ranatra linearis, a stickbug that looks like a mantis and hunts little fish. I discarded the option because even though it was aquatic, the connections with Feferi kind of ended there.
I then tried to search for a bug that had "empress" in the name, and had chosen Megapomponia imperatoria, a giant as fuck cicada. It didn't convince me either though.
I chose the orchid mantis because, mantises are cutthroat, good hunters and pink as fuck. If that's not a description of the tyrian blood caste I don't know what is.
I wanted to make one of these drawing comparisons to different species of ants. There exist some cool af ants out there, I might do it.
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kurtka-temshikovna · 2 months ago
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Facts about BarCoat in my au:)
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1. Sych (Bar Guy) is the only one who is allowed to call Wendy by his real name (Eugene)
2. Choleric and melancholic:)
3. Sych can control his outbursts of anger much easier around Wendy. And Eugene, on the contrary, can splash out accumulated emotions and whine without unnecessary embarrassment
4. Eugene often visits Sych when he feels too sad and lonely
5. — Eugene, fuck, I told you not to touch the beer!
— Hehe, come on *HIC* I'll be fine... *HIC* hehe (꩜▽꩜|||) (Well, Wendy was so sad that he decided to get drunk and warm up. And then he threw up all night) (pls, someone draw some art where Eugene is drunk and hugging Sych 🙏🙏🙏)
6. Sych is terribly annoyed that Eugene constantly forgets to eat because of work, and then growls all over the block from hunger
7. Both have a small social circle due to their character. At the very least, not everyone can stand a hot-tempered mechanic and a depressive pathologist
8. Eugene often sleeps on Sych due to drowsiness (hello dear anemia and lack of sleep)
9. Both have "perfect" fathers who gave them some pretty serious injuries☺️👍
10. Sych knows about the hole in Wendy's stomach, and still wonders why the hell it exists
11. Eugene may not be the most tactile person, but he is ready to lie in Sych's arms for hours and let the latter touch his ears and tail (a VIP, what can you say)
12. — Буду твоим пёсиком..(¬////¬)
— Погоди... Что?..(°////°|||)
Happy Pride Month everyone and all that...
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bbkoolkatz · 8 months ago
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HiHiHi sweets! Wondering if you’ve finished the Mina req? DONT RUSH 😭 I don’t mind waiting but with all the yummy fics you’ve been dropping lately maybe you forgot it hehe
also I just re binged all your fics and I don’t think I worship u enough ughughguhgugh we should like totally kiss
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you're right, we should, like absolutely my sugar plum star princess!!! I defo didn't forget!!! ;) chu~ hope ya enjoy! (Katsuki makes an appearance because I luh him lots, it's also x fem! reader!)
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"y'know, as much as i love this dress on you babe..." she leaned in, glossed pink lips barely brushing against your ear, "you're attracting a lot of attention right now." a breathy preen that sent a flutter of butterflies to your stomach.
"what do you mean?" you blinked, a little confused, with a flushed smile on your face.
"aw, don't play innocent," she nudged you, "haven't you notice the way half the club can't take their eyes off you?" she slid her hands down your back to rest comfortably on your hips, which she used as handles to pull you closer.
"i'm here to dance Mina," you giggled, "and i'm here with you, why would I care about anything else?" throwing your arms around her neck.
she looked straight into your eyes for a brief second, "they sure are here to look tho, so let's give 'em something to watch." pulling you in for the hungriest kiss of the night, biting and tugging on your bottom lip, "i'll make sure no one gets any funny ideas," another quick peck, "okay?" she beamed, smiling proudly at your reddened face.
"y-yeah—okay!" you grinned, giddy at the taste of her lip gloss on your lips.
"i'm gonna go grab another drink, want one?" her hands finally leave your hips to hold yours.
you nodded, "i'll have the-uh, same as before," squeezing her hand before she left to go get them. the crowd on the dancefloor seemed to grow as soon as she walked off it. or maybe you just weren't paying attention to them before... either way, your tipsy ass was letting the music move your body, feeling the reverberation of the bass at the ball of your feet as you swayed what your mama gave ya, completely loosing yourself in dance.
a warm hand on to your waist, brought you out of your dancing trance and without really thinking it over you leaned back into the warmth. when the soft cushion of boobs didn't immediately greet your back, you ran your fingers across a large pair of hands, feeling it heat up against you the higher your fingers trailed. they're bigger... hairy... and not as soft and smooth as your girlfriend's...
you spun around, to see who the hell had the audacity to— oh... red, narrow eyes, looked down at you, a slight frown hovering above them in his brows, and the second cutest pout you've ever seen was splayed on his thin lips.
"why'd ya' stop?" he rasped, flushed cheeks growing a shade darker, "y' look real pretty -hic- dancing." oh he was drunk drunk... you shrugged your shoulders and continued dancing, whilst he kept a hot hold, onto your waist.
"woah- careful there Bakugo..." Mina hissed, prying his hands off you, "that's my girlfriend..." rubbing your back, as she held you to her side.
"it's okay babe," you babbled, "he wasn't being a meanie, we're just dancing!" patting her chest as you bounced to the music again. she shot him a sharp glare, before handing you your drink.
"watch where you put your hands," she smacked his arm, watching his fingers twitch to be on you again.
"she don' seem to mind where I put 'em," he shrugged, smirking as he curved his palms, in his now favorite spot for his hands to rest as you twirled in front of him.
mina had always been playful, always flirty, never intimidated by anyone who comes around her girlfriend, but something had glazed over her eyes—something possessive, protective? you felt it in the way she pulled you back into her, pressing her body against yours as you moved together to the music, and she teasingly mouthed at him 'MINE', flipping him off with her decorated fingers.
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mlist!
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