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[lustiellee]

HQ lovechild AU// In which Sachihiro gets the wrong first impression of Aki and doesn’t know how to deal with him afterwards 

[lustiellee]

The evening light

Tsukishima x gn!reader

I thought of this just now while listening to music and had to write it down ASAP!!!!!!

(seriously what is up with me and spontaneous tsukki fics)

"I like you, Kei..." you said as you walked behind your crush, Tsukishima Kei on your way home.

You know he doesn't like you back, but being a little sneaky can't hurt, right? Quietly admitting your feelings behind him as he listens to music in his headphones will help you get over him.

You technically confessed to him, right? So you can move on and forget all these stupid feelings now. Nothing good would come of confessing to him directly, anyways.

Still, you can't help but feel like a coward. Is this really right?

You shake off the thought, running next to his side to happily wave at him in lieu of a verbal hello. When he immediately turned his head away from you, you tilted your head in confusion. What's he looking at?

You poked his shoulder slightly to catch his attention, and all he did was blurt out a quiet "What?", still refusing to look at you.

"What are you looking at?" you asked. What's so interesting the houses you're currently walking by, anyways? "Nothing."

"Then why don't you look at me? It's rude to not ackgnowledge your friend." you asked, your heart clenching internally at the word "friend". You heard him groan in annoyance, and then slowly turn his head to face you.

"Tsukishima, your cheeks look a little red. Are you okay?"

"They're not, it's just the evening light." He furrowed his brows slightly in annoyance, and you shrugged. Must've been your mind playing tricks on you or something. You continued walking in somewhat awkward silence.

"I stop here. Bye." he stopped in front of his house, you waving bye to him and moving on.

On the way home, you couldn't stop thinking about the whole interaction. God, you felt so horrible yet so relieved at the same time. You have a feeling you won't be able to sleep well tonight.

Wait...

He was talking to you the entire time without ever taking off his headphones.

[lustiellee]

jack of all trades ;

tsukishima kei x reader

reader is tsukki’s gf and wants to find something he’s not naturally talented at <3

Your boyfriend was annoying. 

He wasn’t annoying in the way that he spoke, or annoying in the way that he treated those around him— he was annoyingly above average. He was a jack of all trades, and it was infuriating. 

You originally thought that he had a natural gift for volleyball. He never seemed to devote much time to the sport, but he was a natural on the court, only getting better with practice and passion. It was only when you began going on dates that you started to realize that he was able to do anything he tried with ease. 

On your trip to an arcade, he watched you struggle to complete a game, only to land third place on the leaderboard when he attempted it himself. When you dragged him to a pottery class, the bowl that you had fashioned for yourself turned out lopsided with many kinks, while the mug that he made was simple but beautiful and now held a permanent place in your kitchen cabinet. 

When you first caught on, you started to treat it like a game– there had to be something that he couldn’t do. He thought you were making something out of nothing; he had no significant interest in most things that you made him try, so to make you happy he would downplay his abilities. You could tell when he was doing it though, and continued to watch for the moment when you finally found something he really couldn’t do. 

You began to curate the most random itineraries for outings that you possibly could, just for the chance of catching him off guard. Bowling, painting, basketball, beginners guitar– with a little practise he could grasp anything you threw at him. 

When the day finally came where you discovered his weakness, you never expected his kryptonite would be something so… mundane. 

Ice skating. 

You were nearing the point of giving up on the experiment, dragging him to go ice skating on a completely unrelated endeavour. After the holiday season the air was cold, perfect for ice skating, and you just wanted a day to spend with your boyfriend drinking hot drinks and visiting the local rink just like you did as a child. You didn’t expect for Tsukishima Kei, who was above-average at everything he tried, to be the worst ice skater you had witnessed in your life. 

You had grown up skating casually, taking lessons as a child and visiting the outdoor rink with your friends from time to time. Subconsciously, you assumed he had done the same, or at least would figure it out quickly as he did with all other things. When he first stumbled with his transfer onto the ice, gripping your arm for balance, you brushed it off as the initial beginner hurdle he needed to get over, thinking he would be smooth sailing within half an hour. When he fell for the first time, you helped him up with a laugh, helping him brush the snow off of his coat as you gave him pointers on how to focus his centre of gravity. He held your hand as he made small kicks across the ice, and you continued to think nothing of it. 

Only an hour in, did you begin to realize that he was not improving. The second he let go of you for support, he would collapse onto the ice, and while you held onto him, he was easily the slowest one on the rink. 

“Kei, honey.” you paused, trying to stifle the laughs and taunts that were about to escape you. 

He turned his head to look at you, slowing to a stop, seemingly as he couldn’t do both at the same time. 

You continued your thought, a smile creeping onto your face. “You do realize that there are two year olds passing us right now, right?” 

Surely enough, as you said it, a toddler stumbled past the two of you. Not very gracefully and sliding across the ice on his stomach shortly after, but there was no doubt that the child out-paced you both. You could see Tsukki’s cheeks turning slightly red as he let out a small laugh himself. 

“This is harder than I expected,” he commented, arm still linked with yours as he stepped out with his right foot. 

You tried to give him more pointers to seem supportive, but inside you felt smug– there was finally something that he wasn’t good at and this was your moment to gloat. “Rather than just stepping forward, kick your foot back like you’re pushing yourself forward. Like this.” You let go of his arm to try and demonstrate the different approach, kicking off with one foot as you instructed. When you turned back to join the tall boy again, he had somehow already found himself sprawled across the ice, his face void of any visible emotion. 

You skated back towards him, taking a moment to look down at him with a smile very clearly plastered across your face. Holding your hand out to offer him help standing up again, you couldn’t help the string of smug comments that came out as you heaved him up. 

“I could get you one of those skating aids that they give little kids. Although, you might be a bit too tall for one… I can stack two on top of each other, that will be more your speed– your height. Your speed is far less than 1 kilometre per hour.” You giggled, knowing that you were being slightly unfair. He remained composed every time he bested you at some task, but you let the thought go. This was your moment for mockery. 

As he finally held his balance, you skated a circle around him. 

“Oh glorious day– I can say that I’ve lived to see the day where THE jack of all trades, Kei Tsukishima has been bested by an activity. Ice skating of all things too.” 

“Unlike you, I never saw a need to aimlessly glide around in circles on the ice as a child.” 

You looked up at him, his mocking glare leading you to respond with nothing but a “Tsk.” 

“Okay, if I can’t get far skating like this, why don’t you show me how real skaters do it,” he laughed, urging you forward to go off without him. 

You gave him a puzzled look. “Why would I do that? We’re supposed to be skating together.”

He shook his head, gesturing for you to go ahead. 

“At least one of us should make the most of the money we’re spending renting these skates. Maybe I’ll learn better from watching you skate without pretending you’re teaching a small child. I’ll be onto the Olympics after one watch.” 

You gave him a small smile, before shrugging and going ahead at a much faster speed. You glided away with ease, skating two quick laps around the ice. The boy couldn’t help but smile as he watched your hair flow in the air behind you and the peace that seemed to overcome you as you skated. 

When you met back up with him, he requested that you try some tricks you hadn’t attempted since childhood, loud laughs escaping him as it was your turn to go sprawling across the ice after trying to do a full spin. After half an hour of more skating, you decided to call it a day and return your skates. 

As you finally decided to head off the ice and grab some hot chocolate with your boyfriend, you found yourself glowing with the excitement of your self-declared victory. You could finally stop trying to catch Tsukki off guard with a challenging date, and go back to simply enjoying your time together. You had to admit, you were a little sad that your trials had come to an end. 

So preoccupied with the many emotions running through your head, you didn’t seem to notice that while you had your back turned when getting off the ice, the “bad at skating” Kei Tsukishima kicked off easily with his left foot, making his way to the edge of the skating rink right behind you, a loving smile on his face as he looked down at your celebrations. He loved more than anything to see you happy, so despite the aches he would be having the next day from falling repeatedly, he would consider this date a success. 

He grabbed your hand as you walked from the rink towards the café, holding you grounded since you seemed like you were going to bounce away from pure happiness. While you remained overjoyed that skating was now number one on the list of skills that your boyfriend could not excel at in one go, Kei Tsukishima on the other hand, was adding a new skill to the list of trades he could accomplish with ease:

Acting. 

[lustiellee]

Saw your request open for reverse 1999! I not sure what characters you do but could you do smt like troop??idk what it call but basically 'someone ask them if you two are together despite havent establish relationships yet' for medicine pocket, dikke, and tooth fairy? What their reaction and response? If it too much you can cut it down sorry

Oblivious Encounters (GN Reader)

Synopsis: These lovely arcanists are in love and it's obvious to everyone but them.

Notes: I love oblivious pining, a wonderful trope. I'm still trying to get my footing with characters, but I will write for anyone, including NPCs! She/They pronouns are used for Medicine Pocket

Requests are open!

Medicine Pocket:

Parallel play. The act of being alone together. Some people find the best way to spend time with others is to do their own thing. 

Next to you, Medicine Pocket scribbles away in their notebook. Ever since the two of you had entered Vertin’s suitcase, her documenting has gotten way more intense. There wasn’t anyone here to dampen the experiments, so Medi was thriving.

You both sit at a table near the window, the setting sun providing just enough light. It had been a few hours since either of you had spoken, finding peace in the silence. Periodically, Med would slide their notebook over for you to read. They didn’t even want any comments on their work. She just wanted to ensure you were ready for the incoming info dump they would give you. What fun is telling someone about your experiments if they’re just going to be lost the whole time?

Amid the comfortable silence, breaking the serene atmosphere, was a shrill voice.

“No! The great Matilda is never wrong, and I will prove I am correct!” The bright-eyed girl was quick with her pace, making it over to the table in just a few strides. With one hand on the table, she leans in close. “How long has this courtship gone on?”

There’s an almost comedic pause.

“What?” Medicine Pocket cocked their head.

Matilda rests her hands on her hips, tilting her head with a sly smirk. “I know a relationship when I see one. But the question is how long it’s been going on.” 

It’s Medi’s turn to smirk as they respond before you can answer. “What amazing observational skills. Now tell me, just how did you figure us out?”

“Hmhmhm! Matilda always knows! And it was so obvious.” She laughed.

“Ohhh, was it now?” Medi smiled wide, those sharp teeth on display in a wolfish grin. As you are about to correct Matilda on your relationship, the scientist kicks you under the table, itching to see how this plays out.

“The note sharing, for one. You are so stingy when it comes to sharing. Those longing silences the two of you enjoy. The way you’re always together. There is no hiding it from me!” 

You can feel your face grow warmer. Was this romantic? Did people really think that you and Medicine Pocket are together? And was that actually a problem for you?

With a laugh, Medicine Pocket shrugged her shoulders. “Huh, I didn’t think we were that obvious. You figured us out, Matilda. We’ve been courting for a few months now. Obviously, I was the one to start it. They were too flustered even to look my way.” 

“Medicine Pocket!” You chastised, face flushing further.

“See, that’s my beloved, always so embarrassed.” Medi reached over the table to take your hand in her gloved ones.

“I knew it! Vertin owes me money!” The energetic girl ran off to find the others and her new source of cash.

Pulling your hand away from the smirking doctor, you let out a groan. “Why would you tell her that? She’s going to tell everyone.”

“I wanted to see what would happen. We are practically dating anyway.” They shrugged, acting way too nonchalant.

Dikke:

Dikke enjoyed gossip. Well, not just gossiping. She enjoyed listening to others talk about anything. Hearing people engage in idle chatter was an oddly calming pastime for her. However, she couldn’t say it was truthful when the talk of the suitcase was about her. 

“Wouldn’t you like to buy your love some diamonds? I have quite the assortment. Necklaces, rings, anything that is sure to charm your lady.” 

Oh, how that scammer’s voice irked Dikke. She was about to move, wanting to read somewhere quiet, but she heard another voice. One she held dearly.

“Oh, I’m sure the selection of diamonds is… lovely. But I don’t have anyone to give jewelry to.” You answered curiously, unsure of what she was talking about.

Tennant let out a chuckle, brushing her hand against your cheek. “There’s no need to be so coy. I know the judge has stolen your heart.” She knew Dikke was watching. She wanted to rile her up and get a reaction. It would be fun to watch someone so proper get a bit angry.

Dikke rises from her seat, walking over to you and Tennant with quick steps. Her face looks more than displeased. 

“Why hello there, judge. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Tennant smirked, knowing she got what she wanted.

Her gaze practically bore through the blond woman’s body. The grip on her sword unconsciously grows tighter. “Thou should watch what drivel leaves thine mouth.” 

“My, what harsh words. Calling your own relationship drivel.” Tennant runs a single finger down your arm with a borderline mocking frown. “I would never treat you that way, dear.”

It was quick. You barely saw when it happened. Dikke swiped the hand off you in an almost uncharacteristic act of jealousy. “Perhaps thou should mind thy own affairs.” Before there could even be a response, Dikke speaks once more. “Enough of this. Leave us.” 

Figuring there was no point in taunting her further, Tennant leaves. Not without dragging her hand along your back, wanting to give Dikke one last teasing parting gift.

“I’m so sorry about that, Dikke. You know how Tennant can be sometimes.” You apologized with a sheepish smile. While you felt like you were just seeing things, her cheeks seemed slightly pink.

With the pest out of her hair, Dikke’s eyes soften slightly. “Thou shouldn’t let rumors fester. Lest they form into something more sinister.” She bows her head towards you and departs, not to finish her book but to find you a present better than diamonds.

Tooth Fairy:

“There has been an incline of cavities at the Foundation. Perhaps I’ve been handing out too many toffees.” Tooth Fairy sighed as she shuffled through her examination papers. The corners of her lips tugged down in a near-invisible frown.

Walking over to her side of the medical wing, you lean over her shoulder, taking a peek. “I doubt it’s your toffees. The kids probably aren’t brushing as often as they say. I know they lie to me about where they get their scrapes and bruises.” 

“Was that a poor attempt at making me feel better?” If it were anyone else, they probably would’ve been hurt by that comment. However, as the Foundation’s current nurse, you spend a lot of your days with the dentist. You’ve learned to discern when she’s playing around from her usual tone.

You let out a puff of a laugh, lightly shoving her shoulder. “Speaking of toffee, you wouldn’t happen to have any on you, would you?” There’s a soft smile on your face as you hold out your hand.

There was a faint sound of squeaking leather as Tooth Fairy reached into her pocket. “You’ll be the one with cavities if I continue to spoil you with candies.” She hands you a sweet despite her words. Her gloved hand lingers on yours for a second too long, dainty fingers caressing your wrist as she presses the toffee into your palm.

“But you never say no.” You smiled while unwrapping the candy. After popping it into your mouth, you start to walk out of the office. “I have to go meet with Madam Z about some paperwork. I’ll see you at lunch.”

The way Tooth Fairy watched you leave was downright pining. Her gaze locked on the doorframe. Her eyes soon lower, seeing a certain silver-haired young lady.

“Excuse me, is the nurse here?”

“Hello, Ms. Vertin. I’m sorry, they just stepped out. Is there anything I can help you with?” Tooth Fairy asked as the small child sat on one of the medical beds.

Young Vertin casts her eyes to the floor, bringing a hand up to her head. “I’ve got a terrible headache. I wanted to ask for one of their remedies.”

Tooth Fairy smiled. It was the third time Vertin came complaining about a headache this week. She knew she just wanted sweets, but she couldn’t help but humor her once again. “Well, I happen to know where they keep their medicine.”

The dentist kneeled at your desk, opening the drawer to grab from your stash of lollipops.

“Are the two of you married?” Vertin asked, her head titling curiously.

Nearly dropping the lollipop, Tooth Fairy’s eyes widen a bit. It was an innocent question, but it still made her falter. “What makes you ask that?” Quickly regaining her composure, she hands Vertin the candy.

“When I read stories, the parents in the books act the way you do. They always spend time together and give each other gifts.” Vertin explained.

Tooth Fairy sits at her desk, watching the girl unwrap her sweet. “I see. No, we are not married. We are simply work acquaintances, nothing more.” 

Vertin nods before speaking again. “You two should get married. I could be the flower girl.”

“I… will have to discuss that with them. For now, you should be getting to class.” Tooth Fairy turned back towards her papers, hoping to hide her slightly flushed cheeks.

[lustiellee]

I saw ur requests were open, so can I request a medicine pocket with a reader who finds they're confident or even mean and sarcastic side attractive?

(This isn't nsfw, btw)

Like when medpoc acts like that the reader either internal screams or thinks "that's kinda.."

Anyways I hope you have a nice day‼️‼️

Winter's Notes:

Style: Drabble

MASTERLIST

Feel free to request!

It's honestly not surprising how pissed Medicine Pocket gets every single time their co-workers mess up. And of course, you had the great honor of being their impromptu therapist.

"Like, I don't get it. How am I the only competent one in the entire department?"

You, on the other hand- was having a slight mental breakdown over how someone could possibly be so attractive while insulting pretty much everything in existence. [excluding you, of course. you hoped.]

"Hello? Are you listening?" Medicine Pocket had a slightly concerned expression [shocker], waving their arms in front of your face to get your attention.

"You've been zoning out a lot. Are you alright?"

That line caught you off guard.

"I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what? Me?" Medicine Pocket smirked after saying that, because of course they noticed that you are a simp were thinking about them.

Damn it.

"Not my fault you were born attractive."

[lustiellee]

what if jing yuan was forced to give up a memory to resist Mara, and he had to forget either his girlfriend or the high cloud quintets. So he chose to forget his girlfriend but didn’t tell her, instead he wrote her a note, where he breaks up with her.

*ೃ༄ Heartfelt letter ˚◞♡ ⃗

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 ┊A goodbye from your significant other.

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ┊Slightly corny (?) - angst - short

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ┊ jing Yuan x Fem! Reader

𝘈/𝘯 ┊What a great way to kick off my blog! In all seriousness though, thank you for the request; I love angst sm and genuinely loved writing this.

He didn’t want to do this. But alas, this was a curse from being practically immortal. He had to choose to forget the most important people in his life, and he had to pick the girl who’s been by his side since the fall of the quintets. Even after centuries, he couldn’t let go of the friendship that’ll never return.

He had discussed with you earlier that day, and he was going to forget you. Looking back, your reactions were immature. You were fuming with anger, much more disappointed that sparked your childish behavior. You had left the Seat of Divine Foresight that same hour, you hadn’t bothered to even pay him one last visit. Oh, how you wish you did.

The day after, was in fact the worse. Seeing him look at you without that look in his eyes truly brought you to tears. Even yanqing saw it.

“Ah, I presume your [name]?” The general spoke, a gentle smile on his face. How you hated it.

You simply nodded. You figured speaking would bring you to tears - but at this point, why wouldn’t it?

“I found this letter at my side table this morning, it’s addressed to you. I’m unaware of the contents in them, so please do excuse me if it’s disrespectful” He spoke, as regal as ever.

Soon enough, work hours were over. You placed the letter on your counter, debating on whether you should read it. You know whatever was in that letter was everything he felt in that moment. But did you want to experience those feelings to?

Yes. Yes you did.

Carefully you opened the envelope: careful not to rip the paper, nor the bow that was glued to it. Jing Yuan was always so extra with you.

You placed the envelope down, then unfolded the letter itself - to reveal such exquisite and undoubtly elegant handwriting,

❝ My dearest,

I wrote this to apologize to you, you may also consider it my formal goodbye, but I hope that in due time, you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. It may be years, or centuries from now. But I truly hope that someday I’m able to get forgiveness from you. Though, I am aware no amount of justification will able to condone my actions. I’m guessing you believe my actions are unreasonable, I cannot doubt you for those feelings, nor will I try to change your mind.

I don’t lack doubt you’ll make me yours again - and I wish you would. But someday, somewhere; maybe as foxians, vidayhara, or short-lived species. Among one of the 6 Hexafleet on the Xianzhou alliance, or one of many life forms in the billions of galaxies will we cross paths again, and we can spend more centuries together like we did before.

-Yours truly, Jing Yuan❞

[lustiellee]

LOST POSSESSIONS - aventurine, boothill, x reader

- in which you lost your wedding band during a conflict with something/someone.

- novas comeback post guys I'm gonna be more fluent with writing I promise. hope you enjoy this though I was gonna add Sunday but my computer is literally at 1 percent sooooooo....

- a lot of crying, minor swearing, besides that all comfort... wc 912

When Aventurine walked into your shared home to the sight of you sobbing on the couch, he thought of the worst. Are you hurt? Did something happen while he was at work? He went up to you to seek for answers.

“What happened? What's wrong?” He internally panicked, not wanting to allow you to see his current emotions. He kept calm as you sat up, tear stained face poking a hole through his battered heart.

“You’re gonna be so pissed!” You sob, somehow starting to cry even harder. You dove back into the warm cushions of the couch when you felt the part near your shins dip, and a hand running through your hair and massaging the back of your scalp.

“You can tell me anything. I won’t be upset, I promise,” he gave you a sympathetic look before proceeding. “But if you’re not comfortable with it, I won’t push you.”

You hesitantly show him your bare hands, and he takes them in his. You roll over to face him and look at him with a pained expression, and that's when he seemed to realize. 

“Where's your wedding ring?” He said, his words quick. He looked at you slightly wide-eyed before you began bawling again. He began to swipe the tears out of your eyes, his thumb coming into contact with your lower lashes as he quietly attempts to hush you and calm you down.

“Was it stolen? Did you lose it?” 

You bring a hand up to your face before sniffling. “It got stolen. The diamond was too appealing to some bastard on the streets on Golden Hour, and it was swiped right off of my hand!” 

You curl back into yourself before Aventurine comes down to kiss your face. “I’m not mad at you, babe. I’m beyond pissed off with the person who did that. Nobody seems to have even a drop of human decency these days, do they?” 

You slightly shrugged before hugging him close. He returned the hug, and held you there until you quietly whispered a question into his ear. “What are we going to do about the ring?”

He slightly chuckled before bringing his head on top of yours. “I might as well get you a new one. The old one was rather… out of date, if I must say so myself. I could get you a bigger, brighter diamond.”You attempted to protest, attempting to say everything he knew you wanted to say- even something made out of paper would be good enough for me. But he thought you were worth the shiniest, biggest, rarest stone in the world. Worth much much more than that. And this incident wasn’t much of a setback for him, and really didn’t make his wallet cry very hard at all.

Boothill doesn’t play when his significant other is not doing very well. He’s immediately at your side, stroking your hair and trying to do or say anything he can to make you feel better. 

But in this instance, it didn’t really work. He realized after a few moments that he just had to be patient, and wait for you to come to him,

“You’re going to be so mad at me if I told you,” you hiccuped, before continuing to talk. “Please don’t yell at me.”

“Why would I ever yell at ya’?” He said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Whatever's got your pretty face all stained with tears can’t be that bad. I hate gettin’ mad at ya’, and ya’ know that.”

You nodded, but dug your face deeper into the pillows. Boothill simply put his metal hand on your back, and rubbed up and down. While the sensation felt cold, it seemed to work to help calm you down because you felt more at ease, and he could tell that too. 

“I lost my wedding ring. I don’t know where it went, but one moment it was there and then the next it wasn’t on my hand anymore,” you cut out, trying to hold back more tears. You could see his face change from scared to relaxed.

“Hey, don’t stress it. That’s just a lil’ setback, nothin’ to worry about. We’ll either find it or I’ll buy ya’ a new one,” he says as he picks up your now bare hand, a flash of sadness showing through his eyes. “What’ll make ya’ feel better? Cuddles? If we went out to try n’ find it?”

You shrugged, and he nodded. You buried yourself even deeper into the blankets, giving him the hint that you just wanted to stay inside for now. You felt too bad and your face was rose red from crying, your eyes puffy and your voice raspy. He climbed into the bed with you, wrapping his strong, metallic arm around your covered torso. 

“I’ll do a thorough investigation tomorrow. People don’t usually lie to Galaxy Rangers, but I doubt those adorable cutie pies would know somethin’ like that,” he immediately cringed, realizing how the sentence came out. His stupid synesthesia beacon. 

But he heard you laugh, and the cringe feeling dissipated into a warmth in his metal chest. His whole goal is to keep you happy, healthy, and safe. If he were to fail at one of those things, he’d fail at his own purpose. For now, his only thing is to cheer you up, and make sure you know that he would never be mad at you for a mistake that's not even your fault.

[lustiellee]

I wish I had the artistic abilities to bring this thought to life. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

I tried my best! (His mech is a w f u l)

It's supposed to be the "asked for no pickles" meme. It's not perfect, but I found it funny. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

[lustiellee]

'aven- please get off-'

you let out a sigh and tried to roll over, get away from your lover who you thought had placed his head on your chest and was now crushing it. however to no avail could you move as you now felt a weight on your arm. you tried muttering out a few words but your sleepiness prevented you from forming a coherent sentence.

you heard a low chuckle from the other side of the room 'that's not me dear'

you quickly snapped your eyes open just to be confronted with two pairs of yellow eyes staring right back at you. quickly you shot up in surprise but you realised they were the cat cakes and slowly sank back down into the mattress. aventurine smiled before he looked down at the third cat cake who had nudged his leg.

[lustiellee]

headcannon that aventurine loves to kiss your pulse spots.

whether it be on your wrist or on your neck he’ll press chaste kisses to them, if it’s to ground himself or to check your heartbeat it depends on how he feels, too.

after you get too upset or if your stress is up he checks it by scooping you up in his arms and pressing his lips to your neck softly to see how fast it’s beating. he then tries in his awkwardness of “comforting” to help you calm down.

he also does it when your sleep. if you’re spooning him, aventurine will sneakily slide up or turn around to bury his head in your neck; desperately trying to feel your heartbeat against his lips in the wake of it.

in fact, you could say he does it everytime your back is to him. when you cook, when you sleep, when you get ready and he groggily tries to navigate to the spot.

aventurine does it so he knows you’re still here. not someplace else that’s out of his reach. not on another planet where his only solace is your voice saved on his phone. not away somewhere he can’t reach. here with him.

[lustiellee]

sk∞ {masterlist}

REKI KYAN

funny relationship with him {headcanon ; sfw}

longboard dancing {headcanon ; sfw}

downpour night {scenario | 364 words ; sfw}

bad day and good boyfriend {headcanon ; sfw}

reki and babies {headcanon ; sfw}

your all fav things {headcanon + scenario | 193 words ; sfw}

his partner has adhd {headcanon ; sfw}

s/o with gender dysphoria {headcanon ; rather sfw}

his poor, chronically ill s/o {headcanon ; sfw}

s/o with autism {headcanon ; sfw}

sick s/o {scenario | 182 words ; sfw}

LANGA HASEGAWA

sweet relationship with him {headcanon ; sfw}

longboard dancing {headcanon ; sfw}

long silence {scenario | 376 words ; sfw}

langa and babies {headcanon ; sfw}

his partner has adhd {headcanon ; sfw}

s/o with gender dysphoria {headcanon ; rather sfw}

sick s/o {scenario | 256 words ; sfw}

MIYA CHINEN

cute relationship with him {headcanon ; sfw}

longboard dancing {headcanon ; sfw}

favorite tea {scenario | 577 words ; sfw}

miya and babies {headcanon ; sfw}

friend with autism {headcanon ; sfw}

reader’s coming out as bisexual/transgender person {headcanon ; sfw}

KAORU SAKURAYASHIKI ; CHERRY BLOSSOM

amazing relationship with him {headcanon ; sfw}

longboard dancing {headcanon ; sfw}

double birthday {scenario | 782 words ; sfw}

countless proposal attempts {scenario | 948 words ; sfw}

kaoru and babies {headcanon ; sfw}

he h]elps his s/o during a panic attack or after a nightmare {headcanon ; sfw?}

no more long distance relationships {headcanon ; sfw}

his partner has adhd {headcanon ; sfw}

s/o with gender dysphoria {headcanon ; rather sfw}

s/o with autism {headcanon ; sfw}

sick s/o {scenario | 206 words ; sfw}

KOJIROU NANJOU ; JOE

crazy relationship with him {headcanon ; sfw}

longboard dancing {headcanon ; sfw}

kojirou and babies {headcanon ; sfw}

no more long distance relationships {headcanon ; sfw}

his partner has adhd {headcanon ; sfw}

s/o with autism {headcanon ; sfw}

sick s/o {scenario | 174 words ; sfw}

HIROMI HIGA ; SHADOW

s/o with autism {headcanon ; sfw}

sick s/o {scenario | 119 words ; sfw}

AINOSUKE SHINDOU ; ADAM

soon

TADASHI KIKUCHI

soon

[lustiellee]

off limits.

·˚ ༘⌗ someone had caught langa’s attention, and reki being the supportive friend that he is, decided to help langa score a date with them, all without knowing they were joe’s precious little sibling.

·˚ ༘⌗ hasegawa langa x gn!reader

·˚ ༘⌗ warnings: langa’s shitty flirting, fluff, im using ASH as ur name in S lol sorry if u hate it, long-ish ig

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gn! reader

📒: angst 2 fluff, miya might sound ooc !!

" i miss you."

from: miya ⊙⁠.⁠☉

the text message displayed itself on the top of your phone for a moment, before fading away. and you did nothing. you sighed, before putting your phone away- maybe, you can try putting away your thoughts too.

it's been a good few days after you and miya's stupid little argument. for some reason, you thought ignoring him would be the greater and most beneficial way to deal with it- which totally backfired. as much as you wanted to reply to him, you felt too awkward. and, you didn't know if it was your pride or your ego telling that, maybe even both. even if you did reply, then what? would you guys go be sorry for each other and make up? or would he start questioning you if you ever did see his point while you both argued?

there were peaceful moments of silence in your office; before you had heard a knock from your apartment door. dreadful thoughts already had sinked in, what if it was miya?

you shook your head. no way. he wouldn't come here this late at night. sure, he liked staying up, but to go as far as to stay up for you? no way.

but once you opened the door and in mere seconds, was proven wrong, you were met by a familiar pair of green eyes - very familiar ones. the one you very much prayed to not see.

"(name). why are you ignoring me?" miya asked straightforwardly. your own mouth almost felt like it couldn't produce any words as you looked at miya's face; it was just raining, so his neon green hoodie was very much soaked, and his eyes seemed puffy, like he had been crying. you didn't know if it was the rain that stained his pale, yet red cheeks or not.

"i.." you started, sweating. how were you supposed to answer that? you didn't want to admit that your pride and ego stopped you from confronting him after that argument.

"uhm.." was the only thing that came out from your lips, in the most awkward tone ever. you had never felt so.. dumfounded and embarrassed at the same time before; so, like any awkward person, you looked at the ground.

"i know we had an argument, but, don't avoid me, please," miya finally spoke, and once you looked up from the ground, you can see that he was playing with his fingers; peeling the soft skin near his nails, a habit that he'd always find himself doing whenever he was nervous. which practically just turned the switch on your head, that says: "go do something! don't be an awkward idiot!"

"sorry," you managed to muster out, stepping closer to miya. the boy just gave out a sigh and a nod, his lips quivering ever so slightly as he refused to look in your eyes. was it embarrassment? was it being scared because maybe you'd have a bad reaction and never want to speak to him again? he, himself didn't know.

and you too, didn't know why you started to walk closer, and closer, until you eventually wrapped your arms around him and placed your chin on top of his head. your height was always something miya was slightly jealous of; as he was often teased by reki and shadow about how he's shorter than the person he had grown to be fond of.

but, as quick as light (maybe even quicker), miya hugged you back tightly; it was evident he missed you a lot.

"i missed you," he confessed one last time, tears streaming down his puffy, red, cheeks as he hugged you tighter; it felt like you couldn't breathe anymore, but, it was okay, his hugs emitted warmth, a warmth that you had missed feeling in your arms and in your chest.

"i missed you too."

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MIYA CHINEN X READER WHO SKATES AND THEY TRY THIS TRICK TOGETHER https://youtube.com/shorts/WsLWhOEaZtE?feature=share

🏹~ this video was so cute omg😭! thanks for the request, ily<33

🐻✨☘️♡📺 gn!reader

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

“Okay, okay, okay, I swear I’ve got it this time,” you managed between giggles, scrambling off the ground for the millionth time and hopping back onto the skateboard beside Miya. Miya rolled his eyes at you as you came back up beside him, but you could tell he was trying not to laugh himself.

It was dark outside, and you and Miya were the only ones at the skate park with just the streetlights enabling you to see around you. Despite both of you telling your parents that you were just staying at each other’s houses and of course you wouldn’t go out after dark, here you two were and had been for the last half hour, trying over and over to land a trick you’d begged Miya to do with you.

“Yeah, whatever, sure you do,” Miya scoffed, hiding his smile beneath his trademark neon green cat hoodie. “Let’s try it again.”

You nodded, and Miya started the countdown to flip the skateboard both of you were standing on. “Okay. Ready? One, two, three!”

Both of you jumped at the same time, but when you came back down to turn the skateboard, it moved slightly beneath your feet, sending both you and Miya flying to the side. You stumbled and almost hit the pavement yet again, but Miya grabbed you around the waist and yanked you back up before you could fall, steadying the both of you again.

You burst into giggles again, and Miya finally laughed himself, trying to suppress his smile but failing. “Oh, my god, why are we so bad at this?” you asked between giggles, and Miya just shook his head and covered his mouth with his hand.

“Quit your giggling already, stupid,” Miya told you, playfully pushing you before grabbing your hand and pulling you back up onto the skateboard. “We’re trying this again until we land it.”

You took a few deep breaths to try and compose yourself, just barely managing to hold yourself together. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s do this.”

“Right. Three, two, one, go!”

Again, you both jumped, but the skateboard slipped from beneath Miya’s feet, darted in your direction, and sent you tumbling to the ground again. Miya just barely caught himself this time, arms swinging to steady himself. When he came to you, who was still lying on the ground, to help you up, he found you in another fit of laughter at your own failure to land the trick. Miya let out a joking exaggerated sigh upon seeing you like this again before simply yanking on your sleeve to pull you back up.

“You good?”

You had to take a few deep breaths before you could respond to him. “Yeah- yeah, I’m fine.”

Miya scoffed. “You’re impossible, Y/N. Let’s try again.”

You smiled at him and he offered a half-smile back as you two got back up on the skateboard. “Okay. Pull yourself together already, Y/N!”

Of course you were laughing again, already anticipating how this would go wrong for the hundredth time, but you swallowed your laughter and nodded resolutely. “I’m together, I swear! Okay, I wanna do the countdown this time.”

“Go for it.”

“Alright- ready? Three, two, one, jump!”

This time, though, Miya jumped slightly sooner than you did, and when you landed at different times it sent the skateboard flying behind you both, making both you and Miya topple to the ground in the same direction. When you were able to sit up, you realized Miya had fallen straight on top of you.

Of course, you burst into laughter again.

Miya, on the other hand, was flustered, scrambling to get off of you but repeatedly stumbling because of how he was rushing. You could see his cheeks burn red even in the dim streetlight.

“Y/N, why- why the hell are you laughing so much?!” Miya demanded, still struggling to get upright. You only smiled and sat up slightly to kiss him briefly on the lips, which made him freeze. “Come on, let’s try again. We’re totally gonna get it this time, I swear.”

“Hey, don’t just kiss me out of nowhere, dumbass!” Miya snapped, but the darkening flush on his cheeks and the way he stumbled over his words clearly said he wasn’t mad about it in the slightest.

You shrugged in response, shooting him a grin, and you both got back up on the skateboard. “ Let’s count at the same time this time, okay?”

“Okay, yeah, sure. Are you ready? And I swear if you start laughing-“

“I won’t, I promise! Let’s do this.”

“Fine. Three-“

“-two-“

“-one-“

“Go!”

You and Miya jumped at the same time, Miya flipping the skateboard with his feet as he went up, and you both came down at the same time, landing on the upright skateboard. You’d finally pulled off the trick.

You gasped. “Miya, we did it! And we didn’t fall this time!”

“Jesus Christ.” Miya let out a sigh of relief before abruptly hugging you, catching you by surprise, before letting you go after a second or two. “Next time, we’re doing a trick that I choose, because that took way too long. Which was your fault, by the way, because you kept laughing. Got it?”

You nodded happily. “Fine with me.”

Miya bent over and picked up his skateboard, tucking it under one arm and grabbing your hand. “Okay, idiot, let’s get to my house before our parents start suspecting anything. You ready to go?”

With a nod, both you and Miya took off into the night just as the streetlights flickered off, leaving you both in just the moonlight to guide you.

[lustiellee]

A/n: Reki version is here!.. Megumi version is here!.. And Maya is 15

Warnings: There’s Angst in here but it will be turn into fluff, Bad language

I’m here for you

You woke up, breathing heavily. You sat up in your bed as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“It was just a nightmare, its not real”

You wanted to calm down but for some reason you can’t. You took your phone off the charger and looked at the time

12:45am

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[lustiellee]

Can you do a mini oneshot with Miya's S/O is getting bullied. If you want feel free to ignore!

A/n: so this is supposed to be a mini shot annnnnnndd it doesn't look like a mini shot, i guess i got carried away like always. thank you for requesting!!

Warnings: bullying

Tell me next time

Both you and Miya go to different schools

Your school always end 15 minutes early than Miya's

So you always go to his school so you guys can walk home together

But one day when you and Miya was walking home

He noticed some small scratches on some of your limbs and there's a patch on your cheek

He'll ask you about it, because he's Miya

He don't really show his emotions but he will act on them

You won't really give him an answer because you don't want him to worry

But now he's worried and slightly angry

Angry because you're trying to dodged his questions

But he let you slide for now

It's another day at school and you have been dodging a certain group, Miya's fan club. That fan club is mostly filled with girls but there are some boys in there too, fangirling over your boyfriend. You know Miya is famous for his skating and everything.

But without thinking, your tongue slipped. They heard you. You said Miya is your boyfriend, and they didn't looked happy when you said that. They started bullying you, because you said that statement.

You stopped by your locker.

"Should I put something in there..?" You mumbled. You don't want to put your stuff in there, because what happen if the club put something in there- No wait what happen if they break into your locker and take your stuff- Or-or!!

You sighed and continued on to your class.

When you made your destination, to your homeroom, you hurried to your seat. You put your backpack beside you and took out the things you need for class.

You're ready to get this day over with.

Hours upon hours has passed. The bell rings which indicates that the school day is over. You hurried to put your stuff back into your bag.

You got up from your seat and rushed out of the door. You need to get out of the school before anybody else. You need to dodged that fan club.

You made it to the courtyard, you let out a sigh of relief.

"I made it" You breathe out. But luck is not on your side as you was about to pass the school fountain.

You felt someone grabbing you and something pulled your backpack off of you. You then felt both of your arms being held.

You quickly looked up and saw the creator of the fan club. She opens your backpack, and just throw your stuff in the fountain.

"Please stop!" You yelled out to her.

She stopped and looked away from the backpack to you. "What do you mean stop? I just want proof if you're Miya's girlfriend/boyfriend- oh and what's this?" She took out a neatly looking notebook out of your bag.

As soon she took the book out she threw your backpack in the fountain. Your eyes widen.

"No no no! Don't open that please! There's nothing in there!" You start to get scared and worry. That notebook has memories of you and Miya, and you don't want those memories to be destroyed.

The girl looked at you with a raised brow. She then rolled her eyes and open the book. The book reveals pictures of you and Miya.

The girl snorted and picked up one of the pictures.

"Come on, please put it back! I promise I won't say nothing about Miya again! I'll even do you guys favors!" You start to feel a burn sensation underneath your eyes

"Just for this?" The girl flipped the picture around showing a picture of you beating miya in a game.

"What is that? Some type of photoshop!?" One of the members laughed which made everyone else laugh.

The club leader flipped the picture back over.

"What should I do to this?" She asked.

But nobody is not answering. Its like everything went silent. All you can hear are footsteps, then it stops.

"I know what you can do with it."

The leader eyes widen. She knows that voice, the whole club should know that voice. If they don't, how on earth are they a member of the club.

She shakily looks up at the person in front of her. "M-miya..?" She whispered.

"You can give those to me" Miya took the book and picture out of her hands.

Miya turned away to your way, he look at the people holding you with power in his eyes. "Let her/him go"

The two people released you in a rush. Miya grabbed your hand.

"How can you consider yourselves fans if you hurt the person they love? It seems like you guys are fake." Miya only shook his head.

"W-wait, so they're really your girlfriend/boyfriend?" The girl asked.

"I don't know, you tell me Sherlock. I don't have time for this. Come on Y/n, I'll try and help you rewrite your notes and everything. "

Miya dragged you out of the scene. None of you speak for 6 minutes but it feels like an hour but you have broken that silence.

" Weren't you supposed to be at school?" You asked him.

Miya smiled "wow, I saved you and this is the thanks I get? I'm a little hurt Y/n."

"Wait! No, I'm grateful for what you did! It just shocked me that you were there"

"I was worried about you, because you was dodging all of my questions yesterday. Can you..." Miya stopped talking.

You looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"You can tell me your problems and everything, you're not going to be a bother to me. Me as your boyfriend... It just feels right that I need to protect you at all cost."

You start to feel your cheeks becoming warm.

"I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Want some food? I'm hungry" Miya turned to you with a smile. You smile back and nodded you head.

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Agh I'm not good at writing angst T-T

But here's my day 2! I chose Miya Chinen from Sk8 the Infinity for my angst piece cause he's my favorite Sk8 character and we all need more Miya in our lives!

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When you first met Miya you knew instantly that you were going to fall head over heels for him. He was sweet, caring and he treated you with such kindness and respect.

Perhaps it was because you were the only one who would approach him when no one else would. Perhaps it was because you showed such a genuine interest in his skateboarding and video games. Perhaps you had just shown him true kindness when no one else would but regardless not only did you fall for him, he fell just as hard for you.

You loved him more than anything. You even supported him when he told you about his skating at S. You would always support his endeavors.

But as time grew and he competed more and more at this ‘S’ place you began to notice a change in the boy.

His attitude had changed drastically. He was so egotistical and he treated everyone as if they were lower than him. There were many times you would have to apologize to your own friends just because he found them to be beneath him and treated them like shit.

But when you heard him mutter under his breath about the lowlife ‘slimes’ walking by him in the hallway (who were really just too kids who were trying to get to class and accidentally ran into him) you had decided enough was enough.

You were quick to find the closest classroom and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged the poor boy inside to confront him.

And thus here you were, arguing in circles with the boy as he refused to even listen to you. It was as if your words were going in one ear and right out the other.

“What the hell do you want from me (Y/N)!?”

“I want you to stop! Can’t you see Miya? You’re not the same boy I started dating! It’s changed you! That place isn’t good for you!”

He seemed taken aback at your words. You had never had a problem with him skating at S before. Hell you had never even spoken to him like this before. His anger was rising the longer this argument continued.

“They’re my family! I can’t just leave them!”

“You’re family? Miya you’ve only been going there for what a month?”

“What does that have to do with anything!?”

“That’s not long enough to be calling them family! Why can’t you just see that it’s changing you for the worst? I just… I want my sweet Miya back.” You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and you choked on your words as you tried to convey your feelings to him. “I want my boyfriend back. The person I’m speaking to right now isn’t him. Sometimes I feel like this Miya doesn’t even love me.”

“Maybe he never loved you to begin with!”

An audible gasp left your lips the second the sentence left his mouth. He stared at you with the same shocked look before trying to compose himself. “I fucking knew when we started dating I was out of your league. I don’t even know why I gave you a chance.”

He turned to face the doorway behind him, showing that he had had enough of your argument.

“M-Miya what… I-”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak. The tears streaming down your face completely blurred your vision and you attempted to reach out to grab his shirt. You gently grasped the soft fabric and clutched it tightly in your hands.

“Y-You said that you loved me. You promised me that you’d always love me. I just don’t understand what could’ve happened to change you so drastically. I just-”

“Yeah? I promised huh?” He ripped his arm out of your hand rather aggressively and grit his teeth as he spoke. “I lied.”

“M-Miya.”

He quickly glanced back to look at you. The tears streaming down your cheeks, god he just wanted to hug you, to wipe those tears away. For a moment a pang of guilt hit him. For a moment he wanted to comfort you and tell you how sorry he was. That he didn’t mean what he said.

But it was replaced once again by the overwhelming feeling of anger. You were trying to take him from S. The one place he felt like he belonged and he couldn’t let that happen. Besides, he didn’t need a girlfriend, nor did he need any friends. He didn’t need anybody but himself and S.

A ‘tsk’ sound escaped his throat and he tore his attention from you and opened the classroom door to leave. “See you later slime.”

And with that he was out the door.

You couldn’t follow after him. Your legs gave out beneath you and you fell to the floor, sobs racking your entire body as you cried after him.

“Miya! No Miya! P-Please don’t leave. Please.”

But your shouting was useless. He was gone. He had made up his mind. He had chosen S.