#3 with this format it feels like hes stepping on u more

[thatdeadaquarius]

About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".

Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.

If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.

I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.

NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM

I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.

Comment if any missed, please.

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FULL STOP.

THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO

You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever

and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)

can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??

id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)

also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭

the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy

(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)

(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)

dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.

endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)

the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it

speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.

Alhaitham.

sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,

Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature

and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))

(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)

On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)

Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular

like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol

(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)

Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,

but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol

(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)

Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao

(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)

(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)

ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao

Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol

Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)

Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,

Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions

THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO

Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao

and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)

You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa

from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed

(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)

Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol

that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.

Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not

(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )

oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️‍🩹

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OMFG

ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-

the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO

like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)

STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)

for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP

IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA

that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀

(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)

Also yes.

Cyno is a fanboy.

(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)

(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)

…

(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)

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an iced coffee? for me?? :0

ok but real talk…

wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!

i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)

but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o

ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)

Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,

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[ggwritesstuff]

hey!! Could you do a fic with finnick odair where r was in the blood rain during the quarter quell and is really shook up from it and finnick helps her clean up and calm down? Thanks!!!

Here Now, Here Always.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: the quarter quell blood rain, brief discussions of trauma, mostly just some finn comfort, not totally proofread

a/n: anon!! thank u so much this took me out of my writing drought :,) i made a few tweaks to the original idea but i hope u still enjoy <3

a/n pt 2: please forgive my formatting if it’s awful i haven’t had to format a post on here in a LOOONG time

It’s been years since the Quarter Quell where the blood rain incident occurred. Caught in the middle of the forest as a viscous, crimson red rained down on you; flooding the divots and lapses in the ground around you and pooling up to your calves in some areas. If it weren’t for Finnick, you would have been another victor turned fallen tribute in the sky that night. The onslaught of blood could’ve flooded and drowned you where you stood with how paralyzed your fear had rendered you. But Finnick, ever the heroic type, came to your rescue. Dodging puddles with every careful step until he reached you, hauling you over his shoulder and carrying you to the shore where he cleaned you up and calmed you down.

The rest was history. You had left that arena with Finnick who has hardly left your side since. However, you also left with the horrific image of your lover drenched in that blood rain. It still haunts you to this day. Especially when it’s raining, like it is tonight.

You’d been tossing and turning for the last hour, the drizzle against yours and Finnick’s bedroom window keeping you awake, plaguing your tired mind with the memories of that day. You felt silly being kept awake by it, unable to relax. You knew that logically, of course it was a normal rainfall. However, trauma doesn’t care much for logic. So you fumbled around in bed for what felt like hours until you felt Finnick’s side of the bed move a bit as he turned to face you.

“You okay, hon?” He asked, his voice soft yet still gruff with sleep. His large, calloused hand reached for your face, landing gently on your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb. You nodded silently to his question, and though his eyes were still bleary he could feel the motion you made.

“Rain keepin’ you up?” You nodded again. Finnick then moved to pull you closer, bringing your back flush to his chest, “S’okay, m’right here sweetheart.” He mumbled sleepily, snaking a strong arm under yours and around your waist. He was so warm against you, your own personal furnace as you’ve called him before. A personal armory of weapons couldn’t make you feel safer than you do with Finnick.

The rain continued to beat against the bedroom window, only now your eyelids were finally growing tired as you were wrapped in Finnick’s protective embrace. He was there during the blood rain. He was there for every rainfall since, comforting and assuring you that you were safe. He’s here now, and he always will be.

“Love you, Finny.” You whispered, intertwining your fingers with his own and bringing his hand to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the warm, ever tanned skin.

“Love you more, dear.” He whispered back, the feeling of his lips against the soft skin of your neck the last thing you feel before finally falling asleep.

[arachine]

my eyes r rolling omffff waht is wrong w u and how r u so talented! it’s not fair 🙏 but anyway i can’t stop thinking about more stepbro!neteyam and how you’re going through heat and he helps you out

claiming 🫘 if it’s not taken 😁

— sinful desires !

+ pairings :: step!bro neteyam x female na’vi!reader 

+ genre :: mature

+ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language)

+ content warnings :: characters aged up (20), dark content, pseudo-cest, reader gets her heat, corruption, dacryphilia, vaginal sex, f/m ejaculation...not proofread

+ note :: hi nonnie bb! wrote this as a thirst…went a little overboard hehe :3 + not my usual format ;( bc i wrote this before going to the dining hall LOL! but yeah, this is just smth light before i get started on my actual WIPS.

“c’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he thumbs your cheek, tilting his head with an avian flutter of his lashes. neteyam could be so…generous. always too eager to help—too eager to make everybody’s problems, his problems.

right now he had you splayed out in a clearing, one hand holding his weighty cock, and the other holding the back of your thigh. you’ve been in this position for a while, all heavy breaths and squirms, physically (and mentally) fighting the urge to relinquish your body to him—to let him you.

you always pictured your first heat going a lot smoother than this. that when the time came, you’d be prepared and mated—but you were neither. so, one could only imagine the moral dilemma that arises when you’re forced to choose between two (very bad) options: 1) doing nothing and ultimately succumbing to the pain, and 2) fucking the only guy who conveniently happened to be within proximity.

the latter was obviously, not something you would’ve chosen for yourself—but the pain was excruciating—debilitating, and your current location wasn’t giving you much room for choice.

“look, you can stay here and suffer, bound to the forest soil, or you can let me help you,” the boy slides the weeping tip of his cock over your exposed folds, “which one sounds better? wallowing in pain or big brother helping you, hm?”

the tail of his query is accompanied with a prod to your hole, and you whimper in response, arching up to grasp at his chest. neteyam finds amusement in this, chuckles under his breath and gets real low on top of you.

“c’mon, baby, say it. tell me with your words. not gonna make you do something you don’t want to do,” and with that he’s lifting your chin up, using the pad of his loitering thumb to swipe away crystalline droplets.

you nod your head slowly. first once, then twice, lifting your hips up to meet him halfway. he takes your silent acquiescence as an invitation to glide into you. and, fuck, it’s so easy…fits right in like a glove. overwhelmingly wet and warm, a terrible combination that scares him.

you’re trouble, he thinks. because he knows that after he fucks you, gives you what you want—he’ll only want more. and that hunger will only grow, it’ll fester and fester, until the only way he can get off is with you. and that couldn’t happen, no—because this was only supposed to be a one time thing.

what would the people think of their future olo’eyktan messing around with his little sister? surely, they’d denounce his claim and deem him unfit to lead, right? and what would your parents think? they’d probably disown the both of you, or worse, disown you. and that’s the last thing he wants—to ruin you.

which is why this has to be the first time and the last time.

“‘teyam make me feel good please!” you clasp your hands behind his neck, forcing him to lay atop of you, “wan’ it to stop hurting…please, just…help me.”

there’s a flicker in your eyes when you say it, and he likes it. makes his spine tingle and his pupils dilate. because he wants to hear you do it again.

“you want me to make you feel good, huh?” a slow, drawn out thrust, “want big brother to make it feel better here?” he unsheathes himself from your gummy cunt and taps the top of your mound with the weight of his length.

“mhm, need you now, ‘teyam. please, hurry!” of all the years he’s known you, he’s never known you to be a beggar. the sheer desperation in your voice alone was enough to make him forgo all of his disciplines.

without pause, he guides his mushroomy head back to your leaking hole, and pushes himself all the way in until the fat of his balls is plush against your ass.

its’s so swift, the way he completely takes charge, like he’s done this before—like he’s been inside of you. your body was foreign to him, a stranger, and yet, it wasn’t. and he convinces himself as much because of the way you’re responding to him.

you are putty under his touch, and every moan, grab, clutch, and clench only confirms this.

faster, deeper—harder, you preen. and he obeys. does it when you command it, and doesn’t ease up. it’s almost unreal, the way the two of you are moving in perfect synchrony. like you’re liquified metal, melding together to form one.

“shit, feel you clenching. are you close, baby?” he syncopates each word with a harsh thrust, letting his weight distribute to one arm as he encases the side of your head. you nod eagerly, mumbling a string of expletives, followed after a series of strangled cries.

“f-feel it coming, don’t stop.” you’re so close, so, so, so close to that sweet release that you’ve been chasing after since it happened, and you’ll be damned if you don’t get it.

unconsciously, you wrap your legs tighter around his torso, and pull him down by the neck until his face is mere centimeters away from yours. you’re close—too close. so close that if he were to dip his head down just slightly, he’d kiss you.

your eyes flit to his lips, to his eyes, and then back to his lips. calling. beckoning. pleading.

kiss me, is what he thinks they’re saying. but he’s scared it’s too…intimate. a kiss would solidify things—feelings—and he didn’t have the mental fortitude to come to terms with that just yet.

this was supposed to be something he did to help you, he reminds himself. he was just doing you a favor, because that’s what brothers did, right? just a favor. nothing more, nothing less.

but eyes stare back into eyes, and breaths intertwine with breaths, and shit, he’s a weak man. this was another deadly combination that could only be blamed by the forced proximity. damn this.

he presses his lips to your own, harsh and heavy, leaving no room for anything. no room for hesitation—air—not even for protest. and when you kiss him back with just as much want, just as much need? he’s melting into your touch, ramming into you with such unbridled velocity, that you don’t even register the accidental love bite you gave his lip.

he works through it though, licks the blood up and continues his assault on your cunt. lays thrust after thrust until your body falls lax in his hold and your thighs clench shut around him.

“that’s it, sweet girl,” he coos, “go ahead, give it all to me.” with the encouragement of his sweet words, you come undone all over his cock, with his own release not too far behind.

“fuckfuckfuck, where you want it?” he grunts out through broken moans.

“inside, do it inside!” you sob, grabbing for his neck once more, pulling him down to your chest. you help to draw his release out by moving your hips in unison with his, holding yourself up on your forearms as he sheathes himself in and out of you at a dizzying pace.

with a final piston, he finishes inside of you. the two of you stall in the air briefly before he gently lowers you down onto your back, him following soon after to lay on your breasts.

when his breaths even, and the bioluminescent plants begin to glow, he unsheathes himself from inside you and sits back on his knees. you look so pretty, he thinks. with his spent seeping from your hole, and your skin all slick with sweat.

“this can never…” you breathe, chest still heaving and breaths ragged, “never, ever happen again.”

a beat. he doesn’t answer. and you repeat yourself, only this time, with more power behind your tone.

“hey, this can never happen again. got it?”

he can only manage to give you a nod, but he doesn’t give you his word.

because this? this wouldn’t be the last time. he was going to be selfish, and if that meant ruining you for anyone else in the clan—if that meant keeping you from finding a potential mate, he’d just have to ruin you.

© arachine 2023

[agi-ppangx]

HI MERIN OMG this is your resident merin fan (user dicespam) <3 and i want to be your helping hand by requesting skz’s (if it’s too much you can just do chan & any members you want!) reaction to you sleeping while hugging their skzoo ,, i think it’s such a cute concept omg ☹️ thank u sm !! i hope you’re taking enough rests and drink some water mwah

💭skz reacting to you sleeping with their skzoo

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

an: HII, thank you so much for this idea !! i've never done something in this format, but i had lots of fun while writing this, so i hope you'll like this ^^ i tried my best to make it as diverse as i could, but tbh i think all of them would literally go feral if they saw their s/o cuddling their skzoo while sleeping >< anyway, i hope you enjoy !! take care, sending you lots of love<3

chan

chan had a terrible day. he felt as if he lost control over everything - his computer crashed at least three times, he almost lost a few weeks of work and he was asked to stay longer at the company. when he finally came back home, he felt so worn out that the only thing he wanted to do was cuddle you and relax in your arms. he called your name a few times, hoping that you'd be awake, but you didn't respond, already fast asleep in your bed. he sighed and carried on with his night routine. when he finally stepped out of the bathroom and went to your bedroom he stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw you. you were curled up on chan's pillow, your hair was all over your face and you were tightly hugging wolfchan. chan quietly tiptoed to the bed, admiring your sleeping figure and he felt like his heart was about to explode from all the love he had for you. it was such a simple, mundane thing for you to do to cuddle a plushie, but something about you doing it with his skzoo made him the happiest. he gently laid down next to you and hugged both you and wolfchan, kissing your forehead and feeling his stress instantly go away.

minho

the dance practice took longer than they thought it would and that's why minho texted you that he would be home late and you didn't have to wait for him. he came home around 1 am, completely exhausted and sore from the practice. he gently placed his bags and shoes in the hallway, trying not to make any noise, when he noticed that light in your living room was still on. he sighed loudly, knowing what it means and he made his way to the couch where he saw you, sleeping soundly under a thin blanket. he felt bad, he told you not to wait for him and he was ready to wake you up so you could go to bed. but he stopped when he noticed leebit squished between the couch and your cheek. he chuckled at that, the sight so adorable to him that he couldn't resist - he took the phone out of his pocket and started taking photos of you and his skzoo, smiling to himself. then he gently picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, letting you sleep. you hold leebit tightly pressed to your chest even in your sleep and when minho placed you on the bed, he had to take one more picture of you. needless to say one of those photos of you and leebit became his new wallpaper for another few weeks at least.

changbin

the boys were currently on tour, having concert after concert, so changbin's time for you was limited to the absolute minimum. to compensate you for this he came up with an idea that you would go with them for a few concerts so he would be able to spend a little bit more time with you. you complied, happy that you two would be together at least at nights. one day after a show, changbin came to your hotel room pumped with adrenaline and covered in sweat. he hoped you wouldn't be sleeping so he would talk to you and recall highlights of the night, so when he saw you already asleep with your back facing the door he let out a faint, disappointed sigh. then he proceeded to take a quick shower to join you, the adrenaline leaving his body and exhaustion taking the lead. he lazily made his way to bed and before going to sleep he leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek. that's when he saw something pink peeking out from under the sheets. he leaned a bit more and noticed that this whole time you were cuddling dwaekki. he smiled at the sight, suddenly feeling this huge, overwhelming wave of love towards you. he pressed his chest to your back and hugged you, placing a peck to your temple and falling asleep with the widest grin.

hyunjin

when you texted hyunjin you needed him with you, he quietly made his way out of the studio and called you to ask what's wrong. you explained to him that you just didn't feel good mentally and came home earlier to rest. you also mentioned that you missed him and wished he was with you. hyunjin apologised, his voice filled with guilt, but you were quick to reassure him that you would be fine and that you would see each other in the evening anyway. he nodded and promised to be home as soon as he could and ended the call with a hushed i love you. when he finally came back home, he called your name softly, but when he was met with a silence, he started searching you in your apartment. he finally found you in your bedroom, napping in hyunjin's hoodie and holding jiniret tightly in your arms. hyunjin swore that he melted right then and there at the sight of you cuddling his skzoo. when he approached you, he noticed some dried tears on your cheeks and it made him kind of upset, but then he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and patted jiniret's head, whispering a faint "thank you for taking care of them buddy."

jisung

jisung was caught up with work, deadlines getting closer and closer and with that in mind he couldn't really leave the studio. one day he suggested you could go to the studio with him and keep him company. you agreed, always eager to watch your boyfriend at work. you were now sitting with him in front of the desk, dim led lights in the background setting a mood. jisung was humming a new song he was working on, trying to come up with some catchy lyrics. you started to feel a little tired, since it was getting pretty late. you whispered to him that you were going to lay down on a couch for a bit and he only nodded, too absorbed into work. after some time he finally snapped from his trance, looking around the room. “hey baby, where’s han quo-” he started but as soon as he turned around to face the couch he shut up and slapped his hand on his mouth in order not to scream, because you were lying there with han quokka, cuddling it and snoring softly. you must’ve taken the plushie from the desk when he was composing and he simply missed that moment. he quickly took off his hoodie and covered you with it so you wouldn’t be cold and went back to work, though he couldn’t really focus anymore, his mind occupied with thoughts of you instead.

felix

you called felix around noon, your voice hoarse, and told him you didn’t feel well. you asked him to buy you some medicine on his way back from the studio. of course, he agreed and even offered to come home early, already worried, but you knew chan wouldn’t like it so you just told him that you’ll be okay and you’re just gonna lay in bed and rest. felix made a list of stuff to get on his way home and went back to work. when he finally came back, he immediately went to your bedroom, his hands full of medicine and some food from the restaurant near your apartment. “hi sweetie, i got you some good stuff,” he whispered, opening the door and making his way to the bed, only then noticing you were fast asleep. he placed everything on the bedside table and approached you. he gently placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature and then he finally noticed bbokari’s yellow head carefully tucked next to you. he cooed loudly at the sight, which made you stir in your sleep a bit, but felix quickly proceeded to stroke your head for you to calm down. when you stopped moving, he started grinning, feeling like the luckiest man alive by having you. 

seungmin

“minnie, c’mon, come to bed, it’s not the same without you,” you mumbled sleepily, coming out of the bedroom. seungmin was sitting in front of the tv, watching a baseball game, and he didn’t even look in your direction, too invested in the game. you huffed loudly and gave him a faint “fine, stay here all night if you want,” but you weren’t even sure if he caught that. it’s not like you were seriously mad at him, but you were kind of disappointed since it was one of the only evenings when seungmin was home and he decided to completely ignore you. it hurt, but you still wanted to be close to him somehow, so you decided to take puppym and go to sleep without seungmin. an hour later, when the game was done, he finally made his way to the bed and it confused him a bit when he saw you cuddling his skzoo in your sleep, but he would lie if he said it didn’t make his heart beat a little faster. something about you hugging puppym was making him weak on his knees, but it’s something he wouldn’t ever admit out loud. though he was happy seeing you like this he decided it’s not right and when he laid down next to you he took puppym from your arms and threw it away on the carpet. “i’m their boyfriend, not you, you little thief,” he muttered to the plushie and cuddled you tightly, falling asleep with a soft smile on his face.

jeongin

you decided to visit your boyfriend at his dorm, wanting to spend some time with him before he would go on tour with the boys. you sat with them, chatting and joking around, watching them play games in the living room. unfortunately, you started to feel a bit sleepy after some time. jeongin noticed you were yawning more and more often and soon he offered you that you could go and take a nap in his room. you complied and he went with you to give you one of his hoodies, because you always said that they’re just so comfy. you laid down and jeongin left the room to join the boys. you snuggled into his sheets and noticed that foxi.ny was sitting on the bedside table. without thinking about it you took him and soon fell asleep. some time later jeongin decided to check up on you since you were sleeping for quite a while now. when he entered the room he was met with the most adorable sight - you, curled up on his bed, in his hoodie, hugging his skzoo. he giggled to himself, somehow feeling so loved in that moment. he slightly opened the door and told the boys they can carry on with the game without him and then he joined you on the bed, admiring your sleeping figure and smiling widely to himself, feeling as if his heart was finally full.

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HII FIRST OF ALL I JUST WANTDD TO SAY I REALLY LOVE HOW U WRITE DAZAI!!!!

ANYHOW COULD I ASK FOR DAZAI WITH A READER WHOS REALLY SICK BUT SHE TRIES TO SNEAK OUT OF THE HOUSE OR GO SOMEWHERE ALL THE TIME OR EVEN JUST HIDES AROUND THE HOUSE EVERY CHANCE SHE GETS EVEN THOUGH SHES SUPPOSED TO REST IN BED CAUSE SHE HATES BEING BORED/FEELING SICK AND JUST LAYING IN BED ALL DAY

with a energenic, sick reader

dazai<3

warnings: lowercase writing, headcanon format, however told through a short story. female reader!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

a/n: AWH glad you luv my dazai writing!! hope you enjoy reading anon<3

"dazai-NO-i'm not a child! i don't want to stay in bed-"

you kicked your legs as he held you bridal style. although your kicks were heavy and high- he somehow found a way to hold you in place.

"you say your not a child- however not wanting to stay in bed seems very childish to me."

he reasoned. but his reasoning brought him nowhere.

he gently places you on the bed of your shared apartment, hoping you would stay put.

thankfully you did.

"there we go. comfy?" he asked as he pulled the covers over your body.

you grumble, peeking your eyes out as you body was fully covered.

"aeh- don't be so sour~ you have your boyfriend, who loves and cares for you, by your side all day to help you get better!"

"dazai-i have plans with friends today!"

"post-pone it. your sick, 'donna."

"but-"

you were left staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.

he kissed your lips before sitting up from the bed and went to make you some lunch.

"we'll see how you feel in the tomorrow~ now stay put, i'll be back in a few minutes."

it was boring.

real boring.

were you even that sick??

yes. you turn into akutagawa and cough for like 20 minutes straight then complain about your throat.

don't lie to yourself.

you looked left and right.

then out the window.

you thought for a moment before nodding to yourself and carefully stepping out of bed and you feet touched your slippers that were on the ground by the bedside.

you grabbed a small sweater and some track pants, quickly throwing them on and quietly left the bedroom.

you sneaked around the hallway and toward the kitchen, where you can hear dazai softly humming to himself.

you peeked your head out to see him steaming some food; you were unsure what they were....

wait- is he cooking??

he can't cook!

he must just be heating them up.

of course.

your sick and he buys store-made food and will probably tell you he cooked it...

YOU CAN SEE THE BOX IN THE TRASH BESIDE HIM-

since he was distraced- you made your move.

you texted your friends your on your way and grabbed your small coat.

it was cold..and you didn't want to get more sick then you already were.

the moment you took your coat and was reaching for your keys, you heard a sinister giggle in your ear.

you screamed, despit it hurting your vocal cords, you whip around to see dazai.

he held your wasit as he spun you around to face him, almsot dipping uou but the wall stopped you from falling on your back.

your back was arched alittle between the wall.

"my, my what's this~? my belladoona trying to sneak out?!" he gasped playfully. "i thought i told you to stay in bed? tch, tch~"

you blushed softly but glared at him, "because i have plans today dazai! i'm not going to post-pone because we're going to watch a movie! the tickets are half-off!!"

he hummed, "but- that doesn't explain why you disobeyed me?"

"yes it does!!"

you felt his hot breath on your neck as he smirked softly.

"you know, this isn't the first time i've caught you sneaking out?"

you cocked your head to the side, "w-what?"

"c'mon~ let's get you back to bed."

"w-w-what?" he teased, "do you really think you can keep things hidden from lil'ol me?"

you rolled your eyes as he pulled away from you, but held your hand with a soft grip as he lead you back inside the apartment.

"but- no dazai! i'm so bored! my friends will hate me!"

"no one can possibly hate you for being sick, my dear~"

"but- i'm bored!"

he chuckled, "then i shall make it less boring! nothing's boring when your with dazai, hmm?"

he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"ugh, your insuffurable!"

"then you must be 10x insuffurable beeeeeecause" he clicks his tounge, "your dating me~"

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No. 1 Party Anthem - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader - Chapter Three

Past!Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto x F!Platonic!Reader

Richie Herimovich x F!Platonic!Reader

Summary: The promise of taking your return “one step at a time” seems appealing until you realize that it comes with being vulnerable. And being vulnerable makes you run. 

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. Heavy spoilers. Mentions of death, toxic relationships, grief, angst, strained relationships, minor injuries, arguments/yelling matches, details of anxiety/panic attacks, bad coping mechanisms, mental health issues.

Word Count: 4.1k 

A/N: Hi besties ! ! ! Im so sorry this took so so so long for me to update, unfortunately life had other plans for me lol ironic how i'm writing about anxiety attacks while i myself was dealing with having one basically everyday . Don’t worry about me though , worry more about the heavy angst your gonna read lolllll anyways this one was fr a doozy to write and edit so take breaks when you need it but i promise things will get better in the next chappy ! ! Also, i made it extra long to compensate for my late post lolllll I still hope you all enjoy ! <3

Taglist: @marysucks-blog @shinebright2000 (your both sweeties ! ! ty for being on my taglist, extra love 4 u n for everyone who gets on the taglist <3)

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Masterlist

The sky outside your window was a deep shade of blue with black bleeding into its edges. Not a peep of the morning sun had made it into the sky, keeping it a lighter shade of the usual night sky. 

Your hands gripped the edges of the sink as you looked into the mirror, the cold ceramic making goosebumps appear on your skin making you shiver in your pajamas. Your eyes traced your mirrored face, moving from the creases on your skin to the deep, dark bags underneath your eyes. 

You got no sleep last night as you were on the cusp of making a decision you weren’t exactly sure was a good one, but was a decision you wanted to make regardless: you were returning to The Beef and taking it one day at a time, just like how Richie said. 

You didn't even know why you were returning anymore, you just sort of felt a calling when you stepped foot in the kitchen you vowed to never return to.

Your shoulder twitched as you thought about the kitchen of The Beef. You could feel the ghost of Carmy's hand searing into the spot on your shoulder where he rested his hand for a brief second as he passed behind you.

With a shaky breath, you looked down and turned the sink on to splash some lukewarm water on your face. It was time to get ready. 

After quietly moving about mindlessly in your room, you were ready. From one of the many boxes shoved in the back of your closet labeled "The Beef", you pulled out ivory wide leg linen pants, covered in colorful pigments, a cropped sleeveless black top, and an oversized sweatshirt that had a graphic of The Beef on the back. You sighed, looking at your old 'chef' clothes. 

Suddenly, you were pulled into a memory. 

You walked into The Beef, grinning widely as you made eye contact with Richie who was behind the counter. There, he was preoccupied with counting cash from the register but instantly perked up upon seeing you walk through the front door.

You were wearing your ivory linen pants and cropped top as well as the oversized sweatshirt. It was a staple outfit you often wore when helping out at The Beef. 

Richie clapped his hands as you held up and lightly shook the white paper bag in your hand. 

"Hallelujah, my prayers have finally been answered!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands into a prayer formation. 

You snickered and placed the bag on the counter before gently opening it up. Richie then shoved his hand in the bag, making you laugh and scold him. 

As you two playfully bickered, a hulking frame walked over from the kitchen and over to the entryway that led to the front of the restaurant.

"What'd ya get me, baby?" 

You turned to the doorway of the kitchen where Mikey leaned against the frame, his toned body taking up the entire space. One hand rested on his hip while the other stretched up, gripping the top of the door frame. 

Noticing that you were busy ogling at your boyfriend, Richie took the opportunity to quickly grab his dessert from the bag and start eating it feverishly. 

You beamed at him, cheeks rosy, "I got us all our favorite cream puffs from the bakery down the street. The last ones too!!" 

Richie took another bite of his cream puff and groaned, mouth covered in sugar and muffled as we went on and on about how this was exactly what he needed after a long day. Meanwhile, Mikey let go of the frame and slowly made his way to you, eyes locked with yours. 

As he approached you, his gaze never left your own, making you flush. Fuck, his eyes were always so intense. 

You held up his own cream puff, making him lick his lips as he stopped in front of you. 

The world seemingly disappeared around you as he murmured quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, "Feed it to me, baby?" 

The front door slammed behind you, making you jump and grimace. 

"Shit…" you whispered to yourself, not meaning to make so much noise as to avoid waking up your parents.  

After locking it much more quietly, you grabbed your tote bag full of supplies and rushed down the steps to your car. The sky was still dark, but was lighter than before making you anxious about getting to The Beef on time. 

The streets were dead and silent as you passed the green lights. Occasionally, another car would pass by, making your heart race as you feared you would accidentally have your plans exposed early. After all, nobody knew you ended up making this decision to fully return. 

After parking a little down the street to keep your car hidden, you sat in your car, mind replaying the memory of Mikey. You can see the pink flush on his tan skin, making him look so... alive. You can see the way his chest rises as he breathes in, pink lips parting as he breathes out. His hair was well kept despite a long day at The Beef. Before you, he looked well. 

He looked alive. 

But he was dead. 

Your grip on the steering wheel weakened as your arms felt numb. Your hands had even begun to get sweaty, slipping down the steering wheel. 

Your Mikey was dead. 

It has been over half a year now that Mikey died. 

As you continued to sit there, the windows started getting foggy and the interior got stuffier and stuffier, making you feel like you were suffocating.

It's been over half a year since Mikey had died. 

Your right hand had begun to slide its way from where they fell onto your lap and to your tote bag, shaking. Your breathing got faster and faster, your heart racing right until… 

Your fingertips hit cold metal.

Your heaving chest froze, your shaking hands froze, it even felt like your rapid heartbeat froze. 

Slowly, your fingers curled around the keys and pulled them out. They jangled as you pulled them up to view. 

The keychains, all unique and worn down from years of being stuffed into pockets, bags, etc, glistened under the streetlamp. The small square keychain that contained a photo of you and Mikey, squished together but grinning during a trip to Coney Island years ago, seemed to glare at you as it turned in the air to face you.

You threw the car door open and shoved yourself out and onto the street, stumbling as you tried not to fall onto the cold asphalt. Hot tears streamed down cheeks, feeling out of place and unexpected despite your emotions in that moment. You hiccupped to yourself, trying your best to bite down on the sleeves of the sweatshirt to muffle your crying. 

“I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine,” you repeat to yourself, trying desperately to stop the tears from continuing.

You dragged your bag from out of the car, yanking it, body flailing forward as the heaviness of what was inside set in. You hurriedly locked your car and crossed the street, steps heavy as you rushed towards the back door of The Beef.

With a pause, you quickly wiped your face with your limp hands and took a shaky breath. The metal back door was slightly rusted around the metal edges, making it look old in a way that made you shiver as you thought of the night you came here and saw it for the first time in months. With your eyes squeezed shut, you twisted the knob of the door, hoping to find it locked.

Lucky for you, it still was.

You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in and brought your keys up to unlock it. By now, the sky had barely started to get specks of yellow and orange; you knew that any moment now Carmy would probably arrive. After all, you reminded yourself, he would be the kind to aim to arrive before anyone else and start prepping for that day’s meal service.

You quickly shoved the keys into the lock and it clicked open. After accidentally dropping the keys as if it was hot metal, you got back up and swung the door open, pushing forward over the threshold to turn on the lights. 

You blinked as the lights slowly illuminated the steel appliances of the kitchen and the white walls. It was completely silent, aside from the subtle buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you. It was oddly calming too, standing there in a place of chaos where there wasn’t any. It made the knot that had formed in the pit of your stomach slowly unwind. You were terrified that being in here, alone, would cause you to scream, cry, throw things, or just do something, but you were relieved to feel that you just… you felt… fine. 

Your feet shuffled across the kitchen and to the lockers. Instinctually, you went and stood in front of the locker you used to use and reached up to open it before pausing. 

With a quick step back, you hummed to yourself. You haven’t been there in so long and because Carmy has since taken over, there is a good chance that the locker you left abandoned was repurposed for someone else, but something inside you pushed you to unlock it anyway.

The locker clicked and creaked as you opened it, your eyes widening to find it empty. You eyed each corner before looking down to see a clean and neatly folded apron resting there. The sharpie writing underneath the logo of The Beef was smudged after years of washes and rewrites, but you could still make out your name in Mikey’s writing. 

You reached forward, the canvas fabric of the apron feeling soft under your fingertips as you gently traced the curves and corners of your name. 

Your throat tightened, making you pull your hand back fast, as if burned by the touch of the fabric. 

Exhausted at your own reactions, you rolled your eyes, “Fuck, this is so stupid.” 

You grabbed the apron and shoved your tote bag inside. After changing your shoes to some non-slip ones more appropriate for working in the kitchen, you threw the apron on.

The clean scent of fresh laundry invaded your nostrils, making you sniff as you realized that this was very recently laundered. Your eyes closed and your shoulders sagged, it must have been Sugar that found this somewhere in the mess of the office and cleaned it for you.

You wiped down the front counters and restocked the cups, knowing exactly where it was that all these things were kept in the kitchen. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself as you noticed the paper sign you laminated and stuck to the wall where the cups, utensils, and plates were kept was still there after years. The paper itself was wrinkled and the writing was blown out, having suffered a water related accident courtesy of Richie before you decided to laminate it and stick it back on. Your writing said ‘Please place all disposables here! Thank you (:’ and underneath it was Richie’s messy, blown out writing saying ‘Don’t tell me what to do!’.

By the time you had finished doing the small tasks you used to do in the front, the backdoor swung open with a loud, "Hello?"

You stood up and whipped your head to the doorway of the kitchen. Carmy's voice echoed out again. 

"Richie? Are you here?" 

You quickly ran around the counter and to the doorway, pausing awkwardly once in view of Carmy, "Uh, hey. It's actually me."

Carmy's eyes widened briefly, surprised to see you, "Oh… hi." 

You shifted your weight from one foot to another. 

His blue eyes looked at you up and down, "You uh, found the… the apron, huh?"

You looked down at your apron and nodded to yourself, "Yea yea I found it in my… in a locker." 

Carmy nodded and moved forward, moving to set his things to his own locker and prepare himself to work, "Richie was the one who, uhm, told me where your locker was and I found your apron in the office so… I cleaned it up for you."

His voice got smaller and smaller at the very end of his sentence, making your chest tighten at the mention of where your apron was found. 

You fiddled with your fingers, "Oh you did?"

Carmy hummed in affirmation, gesturing you to follow him as he moved around the kitchen. He led you to the fridge, showing you to some of the empty labeled bins. 

"Help me with restocking these?" 

Everyone else came in that morning, surprised to see you but trying their best to cover up their curious stares and questioning glances to one another. But you, once again, found yourself standing in the kitchen with a knife and cutting board, chopping the vegetables needed for the day. It wasn’t a menial task, prep was extremely important, but the lack of movement made you feel a bit useless. 

After all, you once helped run this damn place.

But you continued, not saying a word to keep the flow going. The key word was that you ‘once’ helped run the place and you didn’t anymore. 

When Richie came in, he yelled out upon seeing you, "Cousin!!"

You put your knife down turned around just in time for him to hobble towards you and wrap his arms around you. 

"Cousin, what are you doing here?" He said, excited. 

You chuckled softly, "I'm here to help but I'm taking it one step at a time." 

He smiled at your words, reminded of your conversation from yesterday. Then, he stepped back, put his hands on your forearms to get a good look at you, and, in a low voice, said, "Are you okay here?"

Your shoulders sagged as you sighed, "Yea yea, I'm fine… but are you?" 

Richie chuckled and nodded his head, “Ah some stupid little stab isn’t gonna kill me. You would need a boa constructor or something like that to do the job… or whatever the hell Eva mentioned she saw on her field trip to the zoo…”

He muttered the last part under his breath, making you smile and giggle to yourself, forgetting all your worries for a split second, before Sugar’s voice brought you back.

“Oh my gosh you’re here?!” 

At the tone of her voice, you jerked back and away from Richie’s grip. Your smile dropped before you quickly plastered it on again, nodding in her direction. But this action wasn’t kept unnoticed, like how you hoped; Richie’s own smile slowly fell into a frown, eyebrows creasing as he looked across your face, trying to read what was going on and why you stopped smiling when you saw Sugar. 

Sugar raced over, smiling but eyes looking concerned, as she wrapped her cardigan around her body, “Hi sweetie! How are you? It’s been a while and I was going to reach out to you.” 

Her normally comforting and kind demeanor made your eyes narrow. The way she spoke to you… it felt… not good. 

But you shook this feeling away, unsure why exactly you were feeling this way over Natalie, one of your previously closest friends. She cared about you, always checked in with you, and for pete’s sake she was your dead boyfriend’s sister! You were as thick as thieves at one point in life. 

“At one point in life…” you mumbled to yourself.

“What’s that?” Natalie asked, reaching out to gently place a hand on your forearm in concern. 

You jumped slightly, having been lost in thought for a second, “I’m fine, sorry, just lost in thought.”

You looked around the kitchen and felt yourself shrink as you realized that everyone there was stealing glances in your direction, eyes quickly turning away when you glanced at them.

“Can i just…” you began, feeling yourself grow more and more agitated.

Natalie nodded, trying to encourage you to say whatever it was that you wanted to say. Richie continued to scan you, head tilting to one side as he tried to piece together what was going on.

All of a sudden, the clanking of pans and the warmth of the flames being turned on started to get louder and hotter. It was like they were right up against your ear, despite being over 5 feet away. Your breath began to irregulate, some deep and heavy and others shallow and fast.

Noticing this, Natalie’s eyes widened, “Oh no, hey uhm, how about we go outside real quick?”

Richie quickly grabbed your shoulders and gently steered you forward and through the kitchen, to the backdoor. 

Carmy, who was in the front at the time of you three talking, came out when he saw you all rushing to the backdoor, “What’s going on?”

“She’s having a panic attack, we are going to get some air!” Natalie said, loud enough for it to echo across the kitchen and over to where Carmy was standing, in order for him to hear over the noise of the prepping.

This seemed to get you out of your stupor. 

You didn’t realize that you were frozen and being led out of the kitchen until in that moment when Natalie seemingly announced to everyone there that you were having a panic attack. In the restaurant that you used to help run. Like it was nothing.

You could feel eyes hitting your back. Although you couldn’t hear it, you just knew that there were whispers either happening or going to happen the second you walked out the door. 

And that made you lose it. 

Whispers that ‘oh, that’s his girlfriend’ and ‘she doesn’t seem to be taking his death well despite trying to move on with someone else’ and even ‘i heard she ran away from his funeral’. Whispers labeling you as so many awful things that you knew you weren’t, but they would never understand why you did it; why you left. No one would understand. No one right now understands.

That made you lose it.

You jerked your shoulders to shake off Richie and Sugar’s hands before pushing forward. You shoved the door, making it swing all the way open with a bang and stomped out. 

Natalie and Richie raced after you, alarmed at your sudden aggression. 

You crossed your arms, a grimace on your face, as you turned to look at them as they stood in front of you.

“What’s going on??” Natalie asked, voice quivering with worry. Her arms winded around her body, hands clammy.

“Cousin, what was that?” 

It made you sick the way Richie’s hardened eyes pleaded for you to tell him what was wrong. But it was Sugar’s careful tone that just made it worse. 

You grit your teeth, rolling your eyes which took Natalie aback.

“Are you… upset?” she said.

You scoffed and threw your arms down to your side, “Are you serious? Actually serious, Natalie?”

Natalie jerked back, making Richie shake his head and speak up, in a calm but agitated tone, “Cousin, what are you going on about-”

But before he could finish, you interrupted him and yelled, “Oh my gosh just… stop!!!”

Your voice echoed in the quiet morning street. The sky was light blue and the sun was still orange as it slowly made its way up the sky. The birds chirped in a harmonious tune that practically said ‘today is a lovely day!’ to those who made their way around town that morning for whatever they had on their to do list. 

But here you were, outside of The Beef again, and this time angry.

“I’m fine!! I don’t know how many times I have to tell you and remind you but I. Am. Fine!” 

The two reeled back for a second, hurt written all over their faces as you yelled at them. 

Richie then straightened up and crossed his arms, his own voice getting louder by the minute “What the hell is wrong with you? Natalie is just trying to help.”

“Oh yea, ‘help’! By treating me like a fragile piece of glass that will break at any second, you're ‘helping me’, right?” with your hands, you quoted each word for help, voice getting louder and louder to combat Richie’s own booming voice.  

“Sweetie, I didn't mean to treat you like that…” Natalie whispered, tears forming in her eyes. 

You groan and turn away, “You talk to me like I'm a child and I'm sick of it!”

“What’s going on?” Carmy said, interrupting you as he walked out the backdoor to join you three, “I can hear you yelling from inside.”

But you ignored him and continued, “Why are you avoiding talking about what happened as if saying the word or his name is going to make me explode? Why?!”

Carmy blinked, “What do you mean why?”

“Stop pretending like everything is fine and normal and that you have to watch me around knives and give me baby tasks to keep me busy as if being around The Beef is going to kill me!” you growled, tears of frustration starting to run down your cheeks. 

Stupid tears. Such traitors. 

Carmy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Nobody is treating you like a child and I'm not giving you ‘baby tasks’, you know this.”

“Really Carmy? You're one to talk, seeing as you don’t even want to acknowledge or talk to me!” 

Carmy cleared his throat, voice low in an effort to control his own growing anger, “I’m not the one who is avoiding you or anything, okay? None of us are.”

Sugar covered her mouth and turned away from you, trying not to let the tears stream down her cheeks. Carmy turned, just in time to see her watery eyes. His jaw clenched as you seethed in front of him. 

“Listen, we all know you're grieving, okay? It fucking sucks that your boyfriend is dead but guess fucking what, my brother is dead and so is Sugar’s brother. Richie’s best friend is dead and everyone in here’s boss and friend is dead too. Your not the only one who is dealing with this so stop fucking acting like everyone here is out to get you for dealing with Mikey’s death!” Carmy blurted out, neck veins bulging as he leaned forward with every sentence. 

Sugar gasped and whipped around, “Carmy!”

“What? It’s fucking true! Everything has gone to shit, yea, but that doesn’t mean you're dealing with it alone! Mikey left a shit ton of people like you, me, and everyone else to pick up the pieces of his fuck ups, so stop acting like a baby and get to work, break is over.”

With that, Carmy turns around and goes back into The Beef, leaving you staring angrily at the ground with tears running down your cheeks and your fists clenched at your side. Richie softened at seeing you cry, but did nothing to prevent Carmy from going on his rant. 

Natalie sniffled quietly, wiping away at her tears as a few rolled down and hit the pavement underneath her. She then turned to you and smiled a watery smile, giving you one last glance of reassurance before turning to go back inside. 

As the door closed behind her, you broke into a sob, your once stiff body crumbling to the floor with a crouch. Your body shook, throwing all the adrenaline you had into each sob that wracked your body. 

With blurry vision, you didn’t see the way Richie sighed before he moved forward, arms wrapping around you with a clenched jaw. His own eyes were beginning to rim with tears as he held you, listening to your cries in agony get muffled into your hands and his chest.

Once your sobs turned into small cries and staggering breaths, Richie helped you get up and lean against the wall. He gently wiped your tears, fingers running the same path that he used to do when he found you upset after a particularly difficult argument with Mikey. 

Then, he left you there. 

He kissed your temple and turned to go back inside, leaving you alone outside with the chirping birds and the warm sun to contemplate what happened. 

“I really fucked up…” you whispered to yourself, sniffling.

And like the way you left from Mikey’s funeral and your exes out west when things got hard, you ran. You took your things silently and without saying a word to anyone about what you were doing and where you were going, you ran. 

[merakime]

halo! may i request how would the people of sumeru react (or the people of the akademiya to be exact) react if they find out cyno actually has a lover aka the reader 🤭

like maybe some stumbled upon seeing him actually holding hands with the reader or kissing them and they have to look away before cyno kills them with his eyes HAHSHSHS

sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭🙏 itsok if u are planning to reject this! no pressure of course <3

＃ SECRET, SECRET ! — ft. the scholars

with cyno’s position, it was better secret than sorry.

but love makes you reckless, you suppose. hey, you can’t even blame yourself, can you? his hand sat so perfectly still and lonely on the library table. you couldn’t help yourself—lifting his hand gently to press a kiss to his knuckles. at that, you see the corners of his lips raise just slightly, his eyes—

the door creaks, and your soul leaves your body, his hand still to your lips.

a / n: grabbing you by the shoulders and looking you dead in the eye. this is one of the cutest things i’ve ever received i think it’d count as a crime if i would reject this. i decided i’d do this in a voiceline-text-esque format !! that’d be cute mefhinks…… i didn’t know exactly if i should include kaveh in this, because apparently he graduated, buuuut.. i did it! my grasp on kaveh is very loose though.. so i hope i did okay! ;-;

──✦ TIGHNARI: “i knew it. i always knew it, but this was the confirmation. hah, they thought they could fool me! it’s obvious when they look at eachother.. so that must be why cyno has been bugging me about flowers. he’s always.. so picky, but knowing this, i guess it makes sense. good for them, good for them.”, tighnari is probably the biggest backstage support for you both, a steady supply of date-spot advice and flowers.

──✦ AL-HAITHAM: “is that so? hm.”, that’s the most you’ll get. the chances that al-haitham cares are very low. other than a brief moment of surprise, he remained unfazed. hell, he picked up a book from right above you and didn’t spare you more than a glance when you looked at him. but he does keep it in the back of his mind, and he will take it into account if needed.

──✦ KAVEH: “i see how it is.. so they were trying to keep it secret, huh? well, i can understand, but these strong sentiments are impossible to conceal, even for someone as straight-faced as cyno. oh, this is an interesting predicament.. i feel oddly.. captivated.”, kaveh is probably the one that would approach you about it, and also the one that would get the death-stare. he keeps his distance after that, afraid to poke the sleeping jackal the wrong way. but he can’t help but turn an eye sometimes. “it’s sort of endearing, isn’t it?”

──✦ LAYLA: “ohh.. the library.. i saw it. it was sort of.. cute.. the general mahamatra seems to have a softer side. i wanted to lend a book for my project, but i felt like i was intruding when they turned their heads like that.. so i quickly left.. i hope they didn’t notice it was me..”, layla left the wing of the building so quickly, she could’ve probably fallen asleep on the floor if her bed was one more step away.

──✦ FARUZAN: “i don’t know if i should be worried about that child or not. on one hand, fine, if they’re happy together, good. on the other hand, how do they tolerate these senseless jokes every day? i see them laughing all the time..  is there something i don’t understand here, or are they both just like that? well, then, it makes sense that they’re together..”, she’ll leave you to your own devices, and while she is supportive, better not be too lovey-dovey on academic grounds! there’s a etiquette of respect and restraint to be followed.

───── ending note: kaveh is probably somewhere out there with his binoculars for the latest couple gossip only to be metaphorically sniped by cyno’s dagger stare. ANYWAY !! this was so cute and i’m not very sure if i did it justice, but i hope it’s okayyy !!

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Unhinged question: Which Batcher do u think makes the most noise in bed and all headcanons abt it, 3 pages MLA format due in one hour

Only 3 pages? Psh. Child's play. For the sake of brevity, however, I may be a bit more succinct.

To avoid answering the question directly, I must say that it depends. I think we'll go through each batcher's vocal ranges to grant as full of a nonanswer as I can. 18+ beneath the cut yall

Wrecker: If we're talking averages, Wrecker is, hands down, the loudest. He's the king of praise during foreplay, raving about how gorgeous you look, how good you taste, how much he wants you. As he gets more into it, he may talk a little less, but that's only because he's too focused on devouring you, taking you apart with his mouth in loud, messy slurps and groans as he tries to see just how loud he can make you get. And when he's finally inside you, he couldn't stay quiet if he tried. Just watching you take him makes him lose his mind; praises and curses catching on his lips. Feeling you cum around him is better than his own impending release, and he's all to eager to merely bury himself in you to feel your every twitch, all the while murmuring how amazing you are between drawn out moans of his own as he tries to draw this out. When he's finally close, his every breath leaves in something just torn between a growl and a whimper, and when he finally cums, he's not shy about screaming, and it's the hottest thing you've ever seen.

Hunter: This man is a switch through and through and has a moan for every role. If he's in control, he'll be quiet; that smokey voice lowered into a murmur but no less commanding for it. His little noises of pleasure tend only to be quick, quiet things - just enough to let you know when you're doing a good job. If you take the reins, this man will straight up whimper, especially if he's comfortable enough to let you blindfold him. Robbed of the ability to see what's coming, he feels everything else so much stronger. He loses himself in the smell of your arousal, the sound of his name on your lips as you tell him what you want him to do, as you praise him for doing it well is nearly enough to have him cumming untouched, but when you do touch him, he's so overwhelmed that he doesn't even realize how loud his almost pained moans and pleas get, focus locked so entirely on what you're doing to him until crying out in sobs of pleasure as he finally does cum.

Echo: He tends to be quieter regardless the circumstances; it's just in his nature as well as his training, but that doesn't mean silent. Like Wrecker, this man is full of sweet praises every step of the way. If you don't feel like the most stunning, loved, treasured partner in the galaxy by the time you're both done, he'll take it as a personal failure. Between those whispered praises, however, he's far from silent; letting subdued gasps and moans bit back into stifled hums reveal just how amazing you're making him feel.

Tech: He's not normally a screamer, preferring to maintain an impressive amount of control over himself even in the throes of pleasure. He'll softly inform you what he wants to do to you and what he'd like done to him, and it's oddly comforting to have such a simple means of communication to ensure you both fully enjoy yourselves. Occasionally, though, he gets so caught up in you that that control slips. Short, loud groans accentuate each sharp thrust when he gets like that, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise until his movements falter, slamming as deep into you as his can, breathy whispers catching in his throat at his violent release.

Crosshair: You'd think he's quiet. Hell, for the first year, he is; barely letting out more than a gasp or occasional hitched breath, but then he starts getting comfortable with you. He'd whisper things, of course, even at the beginning; little quips to maintain some degree of control, almost more to create an emotional distance than anything, until they don't. The change happens so gradually, you barely notice. Little praises start to escape him; tiny sounds catching in his throat just before he cums, steadily growing less and less reserved until he's moaning with the same need as you; curses garnishing pleas as huffed breaths dance between whimpers and groans. These moments with you becomes one of the few places he can feel safe not being in total control of himself, and that means letting out those desperate sounds of a pleasure threatening on overstimulation, that choked scream of feeling you tighten around him just before he cums, and the loud moans when he follows moments after.

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[arifeathers]

Hey! I just saw ur art for Rin as a bjj member and I was so happy to see that nsr fandom is still alive somewhat. If it’s not too much of bother can u plz give us more lore, content and hcs for our fave robo boi for ur au?

Sure, even I’m pretty happy to see that the fandom hasn’t completely died out! 😄

((I should tell you that some of these have spoilers so read at your own risk.))

Rin is the oldest out of his four younger brothers, being a former MK-1 model and his brothers being MK-2 models. He was rescued by Neon J from being scrapped and helped salvage the rest of 1010 into the MK-3 models they are right now.

He remembers being deployed into the Border war as a former MK-1 on a battleship, but doesn’t remember a lot of it, due to memory files being corrupted or removed when he was rescued by Neon J. Rin describes his past life like a fleeting dream and can only recall bits and pieces of his old experience except at the end of the war.

He has heard of Eve/Nadia from Zuke and seen a photo of her because of the drummer showing it to him and talking about his experiences in college after several visits in hospital.

Out of all the NSR artists, Rin has the most unpleasant feelings for Eve, due to her toxic treatment towards her ex-boyfriend and getting him badly injured when she set his hair on fire. These feelings only got worse when she tried to gaslight Zuke during their encounter with her and derided him as a “thing”.

He often talks about his brothers to his other bandmates when observing the objects found around Vinyl City. Rin doesn’t know what’s going on with them since he left NSR and hasn’t stepped in the Metro District before the events of the Rock Revolution, but misses them constantly.

Rin is the one who found the disused part of the sewers which becomes Bunk Bed Junction’s home and base. Before the start of Bunk Bed Junction and after saving Zuke from his burning hair, the android was living in the sewers to stay out of sight from NSR, while also visiting his new drummer friend in the hospital during his recovery.

He and Mayday often have paint wars in the sewers with balloon paint bombs. Zuke on the other hand, hates the mess they always cause and reminds them to clean it up at the end of their paint wars.

Before the Rock revolution and the formation of Bunk Bed Junction, Rin used to blow off steam by vandalising NSR billboards using military graded paint bomb he made himself. Both Mayday and Zuke considers this his crazy wild side.

The only one time he used real live explosives was when he blew up a billboard in the (at the time) Dream Fever District, featuring Tatiana introducing Eve as a new NSR artist. He still kept other people in mind first and set off the fire alarm in the gallery to prevent any possible causalities.

Rin had no idea at the time, that his family actually believed he was dead and even held a funeral for him, with the Metro District keeping a permanent tribute for him on the streets. It was only until Yinu actually yelled at him for being a horrible big brother and seeing the tribute in the Metro District, that the bassist learned the truth.

Other than Zuke, Rin also found Kliff extremely suspicious when he got Mayday’s number and even knew the location of their base. As a result, he decided to keep a close eye on him, while Zuke and Mayday deal with DK West. The only reason he decided to let Kliff lend his help was for his info on the NSR artists since his is extremely outdated.

And… that’s all I’ve got so far right now.

[subhumanselflover]

HIII can u do like,,,, Chipp X Anji on a lil date night at a Festival/matsuri bc I’m like INSANE over them😭😭

Make sure they kiss because it’s pride month!!!!!🗣️

note: will do my best!! i know like nothing about chipp and anji's dynamic, nor do i know a lot about matsuri settings BUT!! i did research for this, and will do my best! and ofc they will kiss i got u anon! also. another instance of experimental formatting because yeah

Chipp Zanuff/Anji Mito

When Chipp heard there was going to be a festival in the area, he just about lost his mind, and fully prepared to beg Anji to take him on a date night.

It didn't take much begging, as Anji was more than willing to take him, and had been looking for an excuse to have a date night with Chipp anyway.

Chipp was hyped up like, a week ahead of time. It got brought up at least 3 times a day, and Anji teased him a bit about it.

"A little more than excited, are we?" Anji asked snidely, with a smirk.

"Shut upppppp," Chipp pushed him a little, pinching Anji's arm in the process.

Anji picked out nice festival outfits for the both of them, so that the two of them were matching. (Chipp was ECSTATIC. Well, showing a little more skin than he would have wanted to be.. but Anji had dressed him, so go figure.)

Dressed and ready, they headed to the festival together.

Chipp was sooooo excited about everything, to the point that he was almost overwhelmed. He wanted to try all the food, try every game (he came home with a few goldfish, btw), and see everything.

Anji was also rather excited about everything, but even happier just to see Chipp in such an excited state, practically getting dragged around by the other man to go see everything there was to see.

Everything was comforting to Anji, and exciting and new to Chipp. It was a nice combination— and watching Chipp's excitement made Anji feel a bit like a child again.

When they heard the fireworks crackle towards the end of the night, Chipp stared up with a sort of wonder in his eye, fireworks reflecting in his eyes as Anji looked at him, watching the flashes of light and color through his eyes, smiling softly.

In the midst of Chipp's staring, Anji took it as an opportunity to take him by surprise, stepping carefully in front of him and pressing a kiss to the other man's lips.

Chipp leaned into him, smiling into the kiss. The two broke apart for a moment, and Chipp immediately leaned back in for another, laughing into the kiss.

"Thank you, Anji, the night's been.. more than great. I love you,"

"It's nothing, sweetheart. I love you too."

[fumifooms]

Comparing Asaden to other ships for comedic potential

Idk about y’all but I’m desperate for asaden content rn and my brain has dug far into my memories until it found an old ship of mine that is a goldmine of asaden energy: sorayla from The Dragon Prince. Oh also, disclaimer: this is about shipping fanon for funsies lol I’m going very off the rails here. This is mostly comedic “enemies with romantic tension” stuff. There’s another ship at the end of the post too. Definitely putting this under a cut bc I am more capable of shame than Denji tbh. Anyways so let’s-a go!

Sorayla!

Soren is like, so Denji. He’s more jock and like, wholesomely stupid? But also he’s mire of a jerk in that he has no morals ngl, and his ego is humongous. Rayla for this is Asa, she’s pretty Yoru-like too but just cringefail and bitchy enough to be pretty Asa lolol. But, where they really shine is their dynamic together:

Their first meeting is him attacking her. He’s about to attack her while she’s asleep, but then a moonbeam falls upon her face and it looks like he thinks she’s pretty?? But the point is she’s too vulnerable for him to kill her without guilt so he’s like “Sis can u wake her up… So it’s like, sporty y’know” which DOES make me feel very Denji about him

 Anyways, they fight on rather equal grounds after that and she of course doesn’t respond well to that whole mess. And though they become reluctant allies because of a mutual friend she keeps glaring at him because she knows he’s up to no good, this is his response: https://www.tumblr.com/sorayla/182939524430/poor-soren

-———-

From the comic: https://raayllum.tumblr.com/post/631343059979976704/soren-and-raylas-relationship-in-through-the

Just… Just watch this Soren compilation… You’ll get it. https://youtu.be/Tjm_S8DwYBM 

2:48 and onward is the best to get the Denji-ness (and Asa-ness). For Asa-Rayla, there’s much less good content 

Here are some extra moments I could find in image format:

And hey, the best part! : Soren’s character arc is all about stopping blindly following orders even if they’re from someone you hold dear and trust, and stepping into your own moral code and beliefs and standing up for yourself. Rayla’s character arc is about facing her problems, her flaws and figuring out her identity and getting over social judgement & being an outcast!!

Anyways. They’re funny, is what I’m getting at. Cringefail yet murder power duo. Somehow matches the level of asaden murderous intent and dead braincells but while being more functional.

OK NEXT SHIP BC I TRIED TO KEEP IT IN AND COULDN’T: 

Maomao & Jinshi from The Apothecary Diaries

This one will be quicker. They’re much different from asaden character wise and dynamic wise too, but a similar thing to sorayla where “she looks at me like she wants my head on a pike, omg I need her to kiss me” happens lolol

Maomao is just wholy uninterested and asocial, which, yeah, Asa much. Jinshi’s cute curiosity in Maomao is pretty Denji. But then it’s kinda like asaden reverse roles because Jinshi is tired af and bitter and childish and petulant, but he acts very elegant and flirty in public & for Maomao (at first), so it’s kinda like Asa & Yoru trying to woo Denji Lmfao. And then Maomao being untinterested and blunt af is very Denji when he isn’t happy with Asa, like when he wanted to avoid her and cuss her out just before she asked him out on a date. Anyways look at this

 Tell me that isn’t Asa looking at Denji & Denji being ecstatic over getting any sort of crumb of attention from a girl. YOU CAN’T THAT GUY IS JINSHI’S FATHER FIGURE. HE HAS HIROFUMI YOSHIDA ENERGY. IMAGINE YOSHIDA WALKING UP TO ASA LIKE “Please stop insulting Denji he rants about you 24/7, he rambles about you being wrong and gives 3 hours long point by point counter-arguments all while blushing and seething. It’s disgusting and I’m not paid enough to be his friend. Please. Do it for my sanity.”

“Please hide your disgust so I don’t have to hear him talk about his kinks” This post really said it best lmfao: https://virovac.tumblr.com/post/680214574839054336/the-apothecary-diaries

Also I think it’d be hilarious if they had some fake-out romantic moments like this: https://lunatic-fatalist.tumblr.com/post/696376478807490560/mao-mao-reaction-to-be-carried-bridal-style-by-the  Them being cute for 1 sec, the other picking up on the romantic ambiance and then them immediately dropping the ball. The post doesn’t have it but the page after that moment Jinshi cusses her out and they end up arguing-bantering lmao

This is a good summary of them lmao: https://wwcrld.tumblr.com/post/642320757689663488/the-apothecary-diaries-by-natsu-hyuuga Anyways go read The Apothecary Diaries. It’s really funny and interesting and cool, it’s a detective sorta story about medicine and politics in ancient China.

I know few people are likely to care about this whole thing but by good god I am obsessed and starved for asaden rn, it’s never enough and I have to start sucking in other fandoms like a black hole or some plague. I hope some poor souls may deride enjoyment from this

[ichnlx]

『 fic masterlist 』

↳ list of my fics from honeyl. always updating!

formatting: title : ship : word count : status : rating newest to oldest. link will be embeded on tittle. M = mature. T&U = teen & up. G = general. please read tags carefully.

∴ tenderly yours ・chanlix ・4k ・ finished ・ G

Chan quickly turns around, careful not to spill his coffee, and he is met with the most beautiful person he has ever seen in his life.

∴ to the left of your heart ・2min ・2k ・ finished ・ G

“I love you, I do,” It’d be easier if he didn’t.

∴ sweet saliva ・ chanlix ・ 5.5k ・ finished ・ M

His saliva tastes sweet as he swallows it and the whole world is at his hands.

∴ tangerine skin and cyanide seeds ・jilix ・2.5k ・ finished ・ T&U

"I kiss you and you kiss me back, then we pretend it didn't happen as I make you pancakes and you make fun of my socks," a pause. "Why aren't we dating?"

∴ gutted fish ・chanlix ・ 1.2k ・ finished ・G

It is Chan, and he is Felix, so the lack of silver in Chan's wrist feels like getting sucker punched by the universe.

∴ the last goodbye ・ chanlix ・1k ・ finished ・G

Eclipses don't last long, mere seconds in which the sky is in total harmony, no opposing star-crossed lovers longing for each other in eternal agony, no cold light nor burning one, simply existence.

∴ forever thinking of your smile ・ chanlix ・ 3.7k ・ finished ・ G

 3 (+1) times Chan & Felix interact during weddings.

∴ let there be hope ・ot8 ・9k ・ongoing ・T&U

The slow steps of learning how to live more than just survive; fall in love along the way and hope for hope.

∴ and i ache ・ chanlix ・16k ・finished ・ M

Felix and Chan's soul are one on its own, that doesn't mean things are easy.

∴ carnage at the rooftop ・ chanlix & hyunho ・ 8k ・ finished ・ M

Minho and Hyunjin are in love, Chan and Felix are each other's make or break, and the rooftop witnesses it all.

∴ little joys ・drabble collection ・ ongoing [requests open!]

to be loved ・2min ・1.8k ・ finished ・G

home • seunglix • 623 • finished • G

sunrine kiss ・ seungsung ・912 ・ finished ・G

liberosis ・ binsung ・825 ・ finished ・G

the universe's nudge ・ chanlix ・ 1.8k ・ finished ・G

[thegoodceai]

Five players wow! Thats a lot to convert to the "Devil's Game" I love that, congrats! From the handful of games I've gotten to play, I've flipped back and forth between using content that I've made for Stories and using the things that happened to place in the Stories; have you gotten to flesh out more of your fantasy adventure through dnd or vice versa?

Yesss, IF so goood. I'm definitely gonna check out those, I've had Project Hadea cross my dash a couple of times but as always know Of things not what they're about, but if u like em I definitely gotta check em out ^-^. The Passenger was a surprise hit for me, I personally suck at replaying for multiple endings/routes but that one I definitely wanna.

Ayyo! Nice! Even if nothings out yet, I still know it takes a lot of effort and ye is hard to even work up the confidence to put it out there, so I'm proud of you! I can't wait! If nothing else you'll have at least one fan, and it's always good even if you're just making it for yourself <3. Woulddd/have you considered making it an IF or do you have a more 'linear' story in mind?

Oooo nioce! I've saved scummed, and crash and stuck in sidestep is Rough, omg the good/bad angst lol. I've played twice but keep being 'too bad' for folks to want to bust sidestep out lul. I loveee reluctant villains, they're so good. I'm a big fan of playing sidestep as 'fated' but reluctant, like feels they can't stop but wants someone (cough ortega) to stop them. I've tiptoed into the fully evil sidestep, it's veryyyy rough but if you love angst I highly recommend, oh jeez just the reactions.

I feel u lol. We tend to name pets along with food names, but the hilarity of a Cat named like Kevin is just too great. Clementine is a beautiful name and a dumb orange cat would be grateful to have it lol.

Ahh fair enough. It sounds like it was a good series for the time, at the very least a good stepping stone and formative! I'm interested to see how much that might be reflected in your own writing. At the very least, thank you for sharing how important it is/was to you <3 :))).

Again thank yew for answering my questions and replying to all my paragraphs with paragraphs lol

asdfaf yeah, i love my friends to death but they are Chaotic players. it's been a journey. if nothing else, i've learned quite a bit of improv, and fleshing out our homebrew setting helped me organize my writing quite a bit (especially my outlines). for the most part, i try to keep stuff separate tho, even if sometimes some things bleed over (like, NPC traits, or city structures or stuff like that), but the stories are completely different in both the general setting, and the vibes.

Project Hadea just updated and i read it last night and. god. so good. definitely check it out.

it started out as a linear story, and mostly for fun, but the more i added to it, the more other possible outcomes and scenarios started to make themselves known and. i am kinda considering making it into IF format. idk yet, i am waiting to have it more fleshed out (like, actually written, not just outlines and bulletpoints and scenes that aren't yet tied to each other)

aaaah the good angst. i will definitely play an evil route with sidestep. hopefully soon, i started replaying Baldur's Gate again and the Hyperfixation is. very strong.

unfortunately naming pets with human names seems to start to be a tradition with my friends. we already have a cat in the group named Mike (he truly is the definition of no thoughts, head empty. i love my furry nephew so much). some other friends recently rescued a stray kitty and named her Maia (which we all know several people with that name). the other pets that are relatively close to the group are either named after food, or have very literal cat and dog names (my aunt got a cat and she named him Motan. which is just "male cat" in romanian. truly like naming your cat Cat)

thank u for being so indulging lol <3 it's been fun to rant with someone on this hellsite again 🖤🖤🖤

[adoringhaikyuu]

Omg i love your you bring up divorce during an argument with them can you do more? But for Sakusa and Oikawa and anyone else of your choice? Thank you so much BTW i love your writing and formatting style so much it’s so good

YOU BRING UP DIVORCE DURING AN ARGUMENT WITH THEM | 2

CHARACTERS: husband!oikawa + sakusa + (gn!reader)

WARNINGS: kinda sad but that's it

NOTES: thank u sm ur so sweet i just took inspiration from all the other great writers on here <3 + my angst isn't rly all that but i hope this is ok !

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

oikawa:

oikawa was a lot more tense than usual

he was pushing himself hard and it wasn't only putting a toll on him but on you as well

you tried to tell him to calm down and take better care of himself but that only seemed to add fuel to the fire

it led to a big argument and you were both exhausted in every possible way

you just wanted him to listen to you, but he wasn't and you'd kind of had enough

your mouth spoke before your mind even processed the words

"if this is how it's going to be then why should we even be together, tooru."

he paused and looked at you with a mixture of emotions swirling in his irises, the anger dissipating, now replaced with hurt and disbelief. his voice was achingly small, "...what?"

you shook your head seemingly to yourself as you looked down, your eyes pooling with tears. "i just can't do this. i care about you too much and you don't even see what this is doing to me, to us."

he stepped closer to you hesitantly, shaking his head at your every word, finally pulling you into his arms when you let out a sob. "baby i'm so sorry. i––" he rested his cheek against your head and held you tight, feeling something inside him break when you clung onto him. "i just didn't want to be weak," he sniffled and the sound made you perk up, alert. "that's why i push myself so hard––i didn't even, i was so stupid to not realize how it affected you, how i hurt you."

he pulled away to look at you and brought a hand to your cheek, silently thanking the heavens when you leaned into his touch. "i promise i'll do better, i'm not just saying that. i need you, love. please don't leave me––"

you closed your eyes and shook your head, "i won't, i didn't mean to––" you blinked your eyes open again, "i was just hurting, i didn't mean that. i'm not going anywhere."

he let out a relieved laugh, though it sounded more like a sob. he pressed his forehead against yours, whispering in the small space between you. "i'm so sorry."

sakusa:

you and sakusa had both been having a stressful week tbh

you were both pretty irritable and though you knew it was because of work and just life––

it was getting tiring, you were both snippy with each other now and then

it felt endless

you were currently arguing about the laundry, it got out of hand

you were muttering things under your breath, not even really thinking

"if you're so annoyed all the time why don't we just get a divorce then––" your eyes widened as you looked up and you winced when sakusa flinched as if you'd hit him.

you stared at each other in silence for a moment before he spoke up. "you want to leave me?"

"no i––" you shook your head and stepped closer to him. "i didn't mean––i wasn't thinking omi i'm sorry it just slipped out."

he nodded but you could tell he wasn't really there. he looked down and back up at you. you noticed his arms twitch towards you and made the first move, stepping into his space, sighing when he wrapped his arms around you.

you breathed in his scent and held him tight. "i'm sorry baby i didn't mean it. i'm just," you took a deep breath. "exhausted."

he squeezed you in acknowledgement, "i'm sorry too...i haven't been the best husband this week, i shouldn't have taken my stress out on you."

you looked up at him and he held you close to make sure you don't pull away. "we're both to blame."

after a slight hesitation, he nodded too. his hand rubbed up and down your back, "do you want to take a bath with me? that way we can both calm down."

you smiled, "i'd love that." you leaned up for a kiss and he met you halfway. "and i love you." you looked at him earnestly and he gave you a small smile.

"i love you too."

[hqrbinger]

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆.

summary; tapping your lips to tell your lover you want a kiss pairings; xiao, kujou sara, arataki itto x reader (separately, no pronouns used) warnings; fluff, no beta, just them being simps 4 u <3 notes; IM SO SORRY THIS IS NOT AN EVENT POST I JUST HAD THIS IDEA AND I NEEDED TO WRITE IT IMMEDIATELY SDKJSDJKAKJLSD i promise event tings will come later! (ps if i set up a taglist for general works would anyone be interested..?) song; w ing w ing- HYUKOH how yall liking the new format :eyes: idk its growing on me

⊹𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎.

⇢ this was probably a gesture the two of you put in place to avoid making xiao uncomfortable ⇢ he is not at all used to physical affection, kissing or touching him out of the blue isn't something xiao appreciates, and flat out asking him for a kiss would also make him feel awkward ⇢ so instead of either of those options, you suggested something that eliminated both discomforts for him! and he really appreciates it ⇢ now you pretty much use it whenever you want to kiss him, and he uses it too sometimes and it's adorable <3 ⇢ however, no matter how often you do it doesn't make him any less flustered.....

"xiao! i'm home!" you step out onto the balcony, grinning as your boyfriend appears almost instantly.

he smiles softly as you walk towards him, but as soon as your finger taps lightly on your pretty pink lips, he stiffens.

he can't help but stare, you're just so cute standing in front of him like that; cheeks flushed from the slight chill with your fingertip resting lightly over your adorable smile- and it's almost too much for him.

pink creeps out over his cheeks, staining his ears bright red as he quickly pulls your hand from your face and gives you what you asked for.

⇓ more utc! ⇓

⊹𝐊𝐔𝐉𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀.

⇢ for sara, it kindof started as a question ⇢ if she came home from a particularly rough day, her words were often few and far between ⇢ whether it be because her voice was hoarse after yelling commands for hours, or she was in no mood to speak ⇢ instead of greeting her with words, you would approach her and ask if she wanted a kiss by tapping your lips, giving her space to decline in case she wasn't in the mood ⇢ she's honestly so grateful that you are accommodating with her occupation and everything, its the little things that end up meaning the most to her ⇢ of course, you still use it for that but it's also migrated to other parts of your lives well and you both find yourselves mindlessly tapping your lips when you want kisses from eachother <33

hearing the door slide open from the other room, you immediately scrambled out from under the kotatsu, peeking into the hallway to find your dejected girlfriend slipping out of her geta.

you could tell she had a bad day from the way she was holding herself, so you waited in the doorframe for her to notice you before making a move in an effort to not crowd her.

when sara's golden eyes met yours, you gently tapped your lips in the silent question. her expression changed immediately, her gaze never breaking yours as she padded down the hall into your waiting arms, swiftly stealing your lips in a kiss.

⊹𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎.

⇢ i would think that it all kinda came from him teasing you and then it ended up sticking ⇢ he thinks its the absolute cutest thing he's ever seen, will probably kiss you all over when you do it just because he thinks you're adorable ⇢ when he does it he also looks adorable 😭 he'll get all close and his eyes'll be all wide and he looks just like a big puppy omfg ⇢ he really is such a goddamn tease tho, will not hesitate to find any way to get you to do it

"itto, can i have a kiss?"

he chuckled, leaning down to lightly kiss your forehead. "there you go, lovely."

"no," you giggled, softly grabbing his cheeks and pulling his head back down. "i want a kiss kiss."

"like this?" he pressed a quick peck to your nose, his teasing grin only mildly infuriating.

"noooo," you fake-whined, laughing just a little as you tapped on your lips. "here."

"ah, of course! how could i have forgotten~" he leaned forward slowly, gently pulling your hand away before placing a soft, sweet kiss against your lips.

"was that better, flower?"

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Helloo, hope you are having a lovely day (or night) :))

May i request some headcanons for Dante? (dmc) with a fem teen reader (platonic ofc), who is very challenging and sensitive? Just general fluff about how they meet and dante being a father figure to her?

Im sorry if i dont explain myself very well, if u need more details, maybe they meet because dante saved her from a demon?

And sorry for my bad english, its not my first language, take care! :) <3

TAKEN CARE OF | Dante Sparda x Daughter!Reader

A/N: I honestly feel so bad , I have no idea how long ago this request was — but I hope this still finds you and nope it’s too your liking! I also did something different with the headcanons format.

warning(s): none! 

pairing: dante sparda , fem teen reader (platonic) 



YOU, don’t remember how you gotten here but as of now, you’re completely terrified not because you’re about to die … okay, maybe that too. More or less you have no idea how to fight a demon.

DANTE, had a sense come to him, he sense danger in his way. Let alone he came running towards some kid who definitely not prepare for demons. All he had to do with take them out and the kid should be fine. “Hey! you okay?” He asked, helping you out your hiding spot and back onto your feet.

YOU, shook your head. “Yeah, I’m fine, thank you!” After this moment, you looked at him in admiring him — well admiring how he saved you.

IT, didn’t take too long for you to begin hanging around him, but dante was the one who basically picked you up like a stray. He also made sure to keep you in good shape. That’s in fighting against demons and well taking care of you.

YOU, also begin to follow into his foot steps, not all of them but he also figure out, how sensitive you were, so he also tried his best to not come out aggressive but that’s hardly ever.

THE, more he taught you, the more he manages to find your weaknesses and whatnot and he also found out you were very hard to understand current rules. Challenging per say, as one, he definitely overcomes it.

DANTE, wouldn’t forget the day he heard you calling him “dad” one day, It just slips out of your mouth. “Hey dad—" pause. silence. “Yeah kiddo” is what he replied with. It’s official, he’s a father now.

HE, tries to be on his best for you, he also tries his best to be there for you. If he sees you crying to him or anywhere, he’ll beat anyone who makes you cry or even the slightly sadness.

ALSO, since he does have his devil form, he would not let you get close to him or even see him like that. He does not want you to be scared of him but as his daughter, you reassure him about it and say ‘it’s pretty cool’ and not afraid.

IF, Nero is in the picture, which is most likely he’ll also help you with training but he’ll have a difficult time to get you to follow directions.

100%, will eat in the dark because Dante once again did not pay the bill again and eat pizza constantly; however, you two joke around even with no lights or yes lights.

YOU, definitely know how hard Dante tries for you and once Father’s Day or his Birthday is around the corner, you’ll make something for you or buy something for your father — having a hang out day like every other day but it’s more special, for sure.

FOR YOU, if it’s your birthday or something you did, Dante will make a party for you and just invite the family members. Definitely not a big party and ACTUALLY saves money to buy you what you always wanted.

DANTE, is your cool dad but doesn’t mean he won’t discipline you, the way he’ll do it is just to have a normal conversation about it, of course, with a disappointment face.

HE’S, also really protective but he loves you and wants what’s best for you. Same with you, he’s the best father you can ever ask and you’re glad he saved you.