#Yes she always has star pupils. It’s Fun

[faithdragon36]

Magical girl time (ﾉ>ヮ✧)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[ghostfacd]

SHE WAS LIKE A SHOT OF EPRESSO

pairing. tom blyth x actress!fem!reader (mentions of other actors x fem!reader platonically)

summary. in which you are the epitome of sunshine and radiance within your co stars OR all the times your co stars have talked interviewers’ ears off about you

installment of this au | read for context!

Time 1: Tom Blyth

“How’s Y/N as a cast mate?”

That question shouldn’t make Tom Blyth smile that wide — but he does — because he’s so utterly and unconditionally inlove with you.

“Oh gosh, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Tom begins. “As her boyfriend, I think I’m being pretty biased when I say this, but Y/N Avocot as a cast mate has honestly been the best experience of my life. There has not been a day where she doesn’t make me laugh so hard that my ribs start hurting, and there hasn’t been a day where she hasn’t made me smile.” He pauses for a moment, pondering the next words to say.

“Y/N’s just that type of person, you know? She’s like the warm sunlight that engulfs you every morning you open your curtains, she’s like that newly brewed coffee that helps hydrate and bring you back to life. She’s everything.” And he says this in such a loving manner that the interviewer practically awes, the cameraman zooming the camera to show Tom’s dilated pupil.

“Your pupils are dilated!” The interviewer mentions, laughing as she points towards his eyes.

“Oxytocin is a warm hormone that’s released when you talk about someone you love,” Tom shrugs. “All my friends say my pupils dilate when I’m near Y/N, that’s just the effect she has on people.”

“Well there it is folks! Tom Blyth is truly inlove with Y/N Avocot!”

Time 2: Sean Kaufman and Lola Tung

It was an interview discussing the new season of The Summer I Turned Pretty, and it consisted of Sean and Lola who’s schedules were the only ones that were open that day.

“Guys! We’re so happy to have you today,” the interviewer starts.

“Why thank you,” Lola smiles brightly into the camera, smoothing out her dress.

“So obviously, this season is very important to the plot, it contains so much new exciting storylines including Sean’s character, Steven Conklin, and Y/N’s character, Ella!”

“Yes,” Sean laughs, his eyes crinkling. “It was very fun filming the scenes with Y/N, she’s like that little rush of happiness that you just wanna keep inside a jar.”

“Actually!” Lola speaks up, crossing one leg over the other as she leans forward to the interviewer. “Now that Sean’s mentioning it, Y/N really is a rush of happiness. God, everyday on set, I always think ‘I’m gonna probably have to say my lines over a thousand times and be tired by the time I’m done’ but Y/N comes right in, and she’s always making funny faces behind the director which just fills my heart with joy and it’s those little moments that make acting really worth it you know? Like even though I’m dying re filming the same scene over and over again — I know that Y/N’s always going to cheer me up by the end of it.”

“Wow,” the interviewer laughs. “I haven’t even asked you guys about Y/N yet but she seems to be very loved by the crew.”

“Oh yeah,” Sean nods. “Everyone filming loves her. I mean, how could you not?”

And the interviewer thinks the same question, because after interviewing Tom Blyth, she really believes that you really cannot not love Y/N Avocot.

Time 3: Timothee Chalamet

“Timo!” The interviewer greets Timothee excitedly, moving the chair so he could sit.

“Jacob! My favorite interviewer,” and maybe Timothee’s lying, because he’s seen about a million interviewers by now, but it makes Jacob smile, not so much hating his job anymore.

“Your new movie, Miracles in Love, can you tell me more about that?”

“Yes,” Timothee takes a deep breath. “It’s about a boy and girl in their early twenties figuring out what they wanna be in life. My character, Louie Marcel, falls inlove with my co star — Y/N’s character — Maeve Jones after they bump into each other at the bar and talk about how depressing their lives are. It’s pretty funny, y’know. How easy it was to film with Y/N, in fact, it came all naturally.” Timothee pauses, a small smile playing on his lips.

“When you say naturally, what exactly do you mean by that?”

“Oh you know Jacob,” Timothee grins. “It’s easy to fall inlove with Y/N Avocot. She’s a remarkable actress, and everything that I filmed with her feels so real that it feels like I’m really Louie and I’m really falling inlove with a girl named Maeve at the local bar near my university.”

“Oh wow,” Jacob, the interviewer, can’t help but gush at Timothee’s endearing statement. “You must be very good friends.”

“Us? Of course!” He laughs as if it was one of the funniest statements on earth. “I’m really good friends with her boyfriend too, Tom. They’re honestly the sweetest couple, don’t know if I’m inlove with him or her. Maybe both,” he jokes.

bellyapologist oh to be yn avocot and be so loved by her cast mates that they’re smiling each time they talk about her

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user1 literally like how do you not cry when you’re being called a literal rush of happiness

user2 lola and sean being so excited to talk about her even though the interviewer didn’t start the interview yet 😭

user3 shows that yn is rly a good person

timotheesgf YN AVOCOT LET ME BE YOU PLEASEEEE LOOK AT HOW TIMOTHEE TALKS ABT HER GOD LIFE IS NOT FAIR

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user4 “it’s easy to fall inlove with yn avocot” FUCKKKKK

user5 “everything I filmed with her feels so real” oh tom and kylie are punching the air rn

user9 she must’ve saved a planet in her past life cause..

user10 same energy as “she was like a shot of espresso” 😭😭😭😔😔😔

[itonashi]

FOR YOU

pairing: chigiri hyoma x fem!reader

warning: royal!au, fluff, romantic (idk)

note: sen req me this and yes. idk how to do dance idk... anyway i read some historical manhwa and that's that i guess.. im using like my manhwa knowledge to write this.

the newest rising star lady among the young nobles, [first name] [last name]. she's considered a one in a million genius. usually it's the men who will be sent to academy. the rarity of women in the academy is low. the majority is mostly men.

as men is supposed to be the head of the family. they need education, but who said that women can't be a heir too?

[first name] [last name] the only child and the heir of [last name] family. the pride and joy. [last name] family is known for their multi-talented. an all-rounder, simple as that.

every year, the academy will host an event showing off their best students; hosting an event especially for them to be known. the academy is keeping everything inside private from the public so this is the only time they would reveal to the world on who is their best students.

the event will be lasting for three days. the last day as predicted is always the time for them to have fun. they're required to go to the ballroom night with a partner but going there alone is okay.

"[first name], who will you be choosing to go to the blue lock event this year?" every year, students will be curious on who [first name] will take to go to the event with her. it has been years she's going to the event alone. maybe this year she will choose someone.

"it's a secret." putting a finger across her lips.[first name] already have her eyes set on someone and wish that the guy would be the one to ask her out. his speed amazed her, it was as if he have become one with the wind. a beautiful eyes and hair, he's what she desire.

he was a new student, just one year younger than her and yet in the first day of the academy — he already made a big impression on [first name], but he doesn't know about it. through gossips, [first name] heard many things about him. some say he could be a princess in disguise because of his feminine features — the best yet, is that this man might be a superpower user. which is a rare sight in the world.

only 10% people in the world have it. if people knew among them that there is a superpower user. one might be jealous and kill them. so that's why, those superpower user have to keep secret.

if you think that [first name] is one of those lucky 10%, no she's not. she's just like any other human.

"did you hear? you and that guy have a fanclub! probably better than the prince." one of your friends giggle. you asked her to lower the voice so passerby won't hear what she just said about the prince. it will be devastating if she was charge for insulting the royal members.

skimming through the pages of your book, suddenly your friend tap your arm rapidly. you look to see why; it was love at first sight really, ah no well you have already been smitten by that guy now. let's just say we're reenacting it. you are sure that your eyes is widen and pupils dilated right now.

putting a hand over the lower part of you face, you hide your blushing face. suddenly someone shake you hard "earth to lady [first name]! are you okay?" your friend flick her fingers again and again to get you out of your head. "don't tell me... you have a crush on him!" she grin, your other friend agree with her.

"just keep your voice down, ana." you replied. you aren't denying it all as you are quite sure of your feelings. would it be weird for a lady to ask the man to dance? the blue lock event is just two months away. you cannot let this chances go. ana and cecilia (the other friend) , eyed you suspiciously but shrugged what you just said off.

you bid your friend goodbye and make your way to the dorm. when suddenly you hear a meow and a voice. "were you really that hungry?" a soft man voice could be heard and it was soothing to your ears. you walk towards the voice, and see the scene you weren't expecting to see in your life.

chigiri hyoma! i think he's the only one here...

"looks like the cat is fond of you." you spoke up. the red-haired man slightly jump by your sudden presence. he look into your direction, while you make your way towards him. he's looking at my direction!! you may look like a calm person on the outside but certainly you're not on the inside.

"not really..." he chuckled and softened his eyes "when i first encountered this little guy, he scratched me and hissed at me." he added. you may be crazy right now but when he soften his eyes he look so cute to you. you tried to keep your composure, keyword 'tried'. "a-ah.. is that so? pardo have always been wary of new people..." you stammered, looking at the black cat.

curse me for stammering there!

"pardo...?" he mumbled under his breath with curiosity. does this cat have a owner and is it her? he wondered. "pardo is a name given by the students. so it basically means this cat is the unofficial pet for the academy. the professor doesn't mind at all about this one cat wandering here." you shook off your thoughts and beamed at his curiosity on where did the pardo name come from.

"i see..." he raised his eyebrows and look back at the cat, eating the treat he had given the cat. the slight end of his lips perked up. why is he so pretty... there's really no turning back from not liking him. maybe this is the time for you to get to know him for a month and ask him out to be your partner for the ball a few days before the event.

"why are you standing up, lady [first name]? you should go and take a seat here." he pointed to the bench that's empty beside him while he stood up from there. "well then, excuse me." you sat on the bench, fixing up your skirt.

"i wouldn't be a gentleman, if i let you a lovely lady to only stand there while i sit here." he reasoned with you when you ask him to sit too. your body stiffened at the 'lovely lady' and could feel the warmth coming in but you kept the composure and smile at him. "thank you, chigiri." you thanked him, putting a hand on your chest.

"you knew my name?"

"were you uncomfortable? i knew it because of the gossip that was around. the nobles wouldn't really shut up about it..." you worried if you make a mistake there but he doesn't seemed surprised about the gossip and only shake his head indicating he wasn't uncomfortable at all.

"well, do you know my name?"

"of course, who wouldn't know the rising star in the academy? one would say lady [first name] [last name] is also the rising star in the empire ever since your debutante ball." he stated, making you more flustered than ever. you humbly denied the empire one even if you're the duke's daughter, you wouldn't think that you're the rising star in the empire when there is the prince.

"welcome back, lady [first name]." your roommate greeted you as soon as you enter the dorm room. "you're late than usual. today is not the day you study at the library, right?" she added, you nod your head and explained that you were playing with pardo which is half of the truth and leave out the fact you met with chigiri hyoma for the first time formally.

you finish showering and put on your pyjamas, sitting on the side of your bed. kira, your roommate called out to you. "yes? do you need anything, kira?" you replied "why do you never request for your own room without any roommate? im sure the academy will give you the special treatment." kira rambled on how you could be getting the luxurious life in the academy but you're not using your authority right. "i would've done that, you knowwww..." kira sighed, burying her face into the pillow.

"all the students here is equal, kira. you're amazing yourself as you're a commoner that managed to get into the academy. even nobles that studies here may or may not get here into illegal meaning..." you explain, almost pissed off.

"im sorry for the sudden rambling just now. i was just thinking on how you're a noble and not disgusted by the fact me, your roommate is a commoner." kira express her apologies towards you, hugging her pillow tight while looking at you. you smiled and just simply accept it. you bid your goodnight and goes to sleep. kira does the same thing and goes to sleep.

now that you have finally become acquaintance with chigiri hyoma, whenever he passes by you would greet him and he will greet you back. cecilia nudged you and ask "since when did you two know each other? if i recalled you were still shy to even speak to that guy." she tease you with a grin but it soon turned into a neutral face when you look infront of you.

"your highness, good morning." you and cecilia greet the prince and bow. "[first name], do you have anyone in mind this year...?" the prince ask you with his neutral voice. you hate to admit it but you have known the prince since you two were children. one of you two is bound to like the other person. the prince like you ever since that time but you don't. this may be the final chapter, the prince will go up to you like this.

"with the utmost apologies, your highness... i already have my eyes set on someone." you stated while looking straight into the prince's eyes. he stiffen and wanted to open his mouth but couldn't. cecilia was stun by what you said and felt the awkward tension going on. you were lucky that there was no passerby and took cecilia hand walking away from the prince.

the prince clench his fist and grimace. if people knew about this it would spread like wildfire.

"uhhh... the prince wouldn't do anything to you, right..?" cecilia whisper when you two arrived at a place where there's a lot of student. "he wouldn't." you nonchalantly said.

"i gotta go. im sorry, cecilia." you run away from your spot and saw pardo — laying around doing nothing. you approach the cat and sit beside it, the cat notice you and sit on your lap.

how did it happened? how did you managed to bag the fastest student in the academy? either way, you're happy with the results — about you asking out chigiri hyoma for the last day of the blue lock, it spread like wildfire. it was the talk of the academy.

left and right, students will question on how and why you did it. how long? are you and chigiri a couple? their curiosity exceeded your expectations. they even went out their way to interview ana, cecilia and kira for the answer.

"[first name], are you excited for the first of blue lock event?" ana is ecstatic for the blue lock event that she even stated she didn't got a single sleep last night. "since when are you excited for this, ana?" you said while reading through your book. ana start to ramble about how she's only excited for the last day to see you and him dancing in the middle of the ballroom taking the spotlight off the prince.

"that's..."

"my lady, don't tell me you're not excited..." ana pout while crossing her arms. she will only call you my lady when she want a reaction out of you. cecilia snicker at ana acting mode.

"i am excited."

three days later...

"i cannot believe it. it's time!" ana hug you tightly, beaming about the fact that this day is the day for the last day of the blue lock event. the time for the students to relax and interact with other nobles. the time when even the emperor himself may make an appearance.

"did you already have a dress for the night?"

"i do. don't worry." you nod and put a hand on ana shoulder "you should worry about your cookies instead." the smell of burning flew into ana's sense of smell and she rush to get the cookies out while you just mind your own business looking at her being a mess.

you walk away from the scene, walking along the hallways of the palace that was made for the blue lock event only. you notice a red head lingering infront of your personal room. you fasten your step and he hear footsteps, he look towards the direction and see you. the moment he saw you, his lips raised and make a smile that's truly so beautiful to you.

"what's wrong, chigiri?"

"i just wanted to see you."

this is very bad for you health. definitely. you take his hand and enter your room. he jump at the sudden contact but didn't resist you. "then, let's just hang out in my room." you beam at him, and he just couldn't stop smiling in your presence.

night time...

"and here comes, the heir of [last name], [first name] [last name] with her partner, chigiri hyoma!"

the servant announced your arrival with chigiri hyoma. you mouth at chigiri hyoma 'be confident' and he nod. the nobles gasps that you finally have a partner for the event.

"the duke's daughter finally have a partner?"

"oh my, this is a surprise."

"isn't this an interesting moment?"

"this will shake the duke."

father, im sorry. i think i won't be single at the age of 25...

time passes in the ballroom. the only thing you did before the dancing was talking and laughing with chigiri. you didn't pay a mind to other surroundings when you are with him. some might say chigiri is lucky for having you at the tip of his fingers.

a melodious sounds started, and that means the dancing have started. people start getting with their partner and ask them for a dance.

he hold out a hand infront of you "shall we? my lady." his voice that's pleasant to the ears. you accept his offer and hold his hand "we shall."

"do you actually know how to dance, my lady?" he put a hand around your waist and start to sway left and right, getting accustomed to the melodies that's playing by instrument. "im a noble. of course i know." you slightly smirk.

"don't you think the music is getting faster now?" chigiri twirl you around and you gotta admit he really got the move to sway you over. the two of you move with the flow of the music as you felt yourself drifting to his world where you guys hearts connected as one. the melodious music of the piano and violin filled the air, giving the glamorous ballroom a romantic glow.

chigiri is the one leading this dance at this point and you follow only him to take you away, to save you, to lead you. to be the only one for you.

taglist: @seneon

[fromasgardandback]

The Dungeon Master and the Theater Nerd

Eddie Munson x Reader

description: Eddie meets a girl who’s in the theater club while setting up for hellfire.

word count: 1.1k

warning: none, pure fluff

a/n: did i write this because i’m a theater nerd and would’ve loved to have someone like eddie? yes. 

masterlist | oneshots

Y/N was a senior at Hawkins High and the star pupil of the Drama Club. She was a very talented actor and aspired to go on to be one of the best actors of her time. But growing up in Hawkins didn’t show her what she could really do with her life other than being a caddy housewife to an unloving husband. She knew that this was not something she dreamed of, yet that’s where her life was headed. Ever since she was young she was different than her friends. While being different from the others in town, she was left out of a lot. It was easy for her to fall into being someone different for the night. She spent all her time outside of school devoted to the Drama Club and everything that had to do with acting. Her parents were the opposite of the romantic love stories she read in books and plays. So when the opportunity showed itself to be away from them, she took it.

This night was not any different. There was a week before the school’s opening of the play and Y/N was still working on set designs. Friday nights were also the nights that the Hellfire Club would meet backstage in the auditorium where the storage was. Eddie was in there alone setting up for the campaign when Y/N walked in.

“Oh, hi. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your game. Just wanted to get a few items.” She said, blushing slightly seeing her crush look this good in the low-dimmed lighting of the room. Eddie slowly looked up, hearing a soft female voice.

“Uh. I-it’s alright. Get what you need, you’re not bothering me.” He offered a gentle smile. She nodded awkwardly, walking past him to get the items. There was a few moments of silence before he looked over and spoke.

“Uh, so how's the play going?” Eddie mentally smacked himself upside the head.

“It’s going good. Just trying to finish the sets. Hopefully, by early next week, they will all be off-book, then we can really dig deep into the acting.” She smiled at him. “How’re your campaigns going?” She said standing up.

“They’re good. Didn’t realize you knew anything about D & D.” He leaned against the table.

“I’ve seen and heard my cousins play it. It sounds really fun and it's fantasy, maybe one day I’ll bribe you into teaching me?” She chuckled. Little did she know that he would love that. He has been trying to find a common ground to even speak to her.

“You don’t need to bribe me, but I won’t be opposed.” He slyly smirked, earning a giggle from her.

Eddie’s campaign went on while she went to work on the backdrop. She paused her music taking a break. She could hear them laughing and yelling at each other. Y/N smiled to herself finding it adorable, only to imagine what Eddie looked like at that moment. She’d be lying if she said she wished to be sitting outside the room to hear them clearly. She knew Eddie since they were in kindergarten. He was always kind and loving, but something about him just made him stand out. Then in middle school, he became more interested in different music, games, fantasy, etc. Y/N liked those things too but liked to keep that part of herself to only a few people. Not that she didn’t want to be outcasted, cause she already was, just that she wasn’t as into it as Eddie was. Y/N admired Eddie for being different and loved everything about him. Her crush truly started when they were kids and it just kept growing.

Their campaign ended for the night and while Eddie was packing up he could still hear Y/N’s music in the background. He walked around to see her moving some heavy boxes on the stage.

“Y/N!” Someone called her name. She turned around to see Eddie running towards her. “Hey, let me help you with those.” He took the boxes out of her hands, walking back into the auditorium with him.

“I didn’t think you were still here. Thought your game ended a while ago.” She said leaning against the stage.

“It just ended, but I was cleaning up. Then got an idea to add to the storyline, so lost track of time.” He smiled lightly at her.

“Well, I’m near my curfew, so I should get going.” Y/N frowned a little.

“You driving?” He asked.

“No, walking. Can’t afford a car.” She shrugged.

“Let me give you a ride. It’s late and Hawkins can be creepy at night.” She graciously accepted his offer. Eddie led her to his van, being the gentleman that he is, and opened the door for her. They talked the whole way to her house about their shared interests. Being in theater she loved stories and being in the hellfire club he wrote stories. Their creative brains connected on a deeper level than either of them expected.

“Oh my gosh, I love Star Wars! It’s so cool and George Lucas is a genius in his works. The only thing of his I don’t like is Labyrinth. Puppets freak me out.” She shivered talking about it. Eddie just looked at her and laughed.

“Don’t laugh at me. It’s been a fear of mine since I was a child. Muppets, puppets, literally anything Jim Henson freaks me out.” She said hitting his arm.

“Woah, not even the Dark Crystal?” Eddie gasped when her reaction was a no. 

They continued talking and laughing, eventually having to end the conversation when he pulled up in front of her home.

“This is me.” She sighed. “Thank you for driving me home. You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t really have a choice. Can’t let a gorgeous girl go missing because I didn’t care.” Eddie smirked. He didn’t realize what he was doing until it happened. Eddie leaned over and gently held the side of her face in his hand. Without thinking, he kissed her. She was surprised but quickly kissed him back. After a few minutes, they pulled away, both faces redder than a tomato.

“Go out with me tomorrow night?” Eddie asked boldly.

“I’d love to.” She kissed his cheek. “Goodnight, Eddie.” She wrote her number down on a piece of paper before getting out and walking into the house, waving him goodbye. He loved this newfound confidence and cannot wait until tomorrow night.

[thecatastrophic]

GRUVIA WEEK 2023 — DAY SEVEN: CONTENTMENT

@gruviaweek

FROSTY WIND gusting through the pine trees, the sweet aroma of gingerbread cookies and candy cane, a picture-perfect warm fire dancing with the wood in the fireplace, and gooey love drifting through the atmosphere enveloping the people in a mist.

Shades of white covered the entire land in a thick blanket as pointed icicles decorated the window, cyan orbs lost in the motion of snowflakes trickling down the quaint town of Magnolia as he brought the cup of cafe mocha in his mouth, the rich chocolate flavors bursting through his system.

Years had gone by, trends had changed, and old buildings and roads had been refurbished, yet the sweet taste of the beverages in Mira's Cafe that he had known ever since he was a kid had always stayed the same. He despised changes more than anything in the world, maybe it was also the reason that he resisted the urge to leave their hometown like anyone else; there were times when he had to welcome the inevitable unknown only to go back to where he was used to growing up.

The screeching of the chair against the marble floor brought him out of his reverie, turning his head to meet the gaze of the person standing before his hooded eyes. He could feel his breath hitching, his dark pupils widening as his heart thumped out of his ribcage coming face to face with the person — no, a ghost from his past.

The first thing he noticed about her was her azure loose waves, they had grown longer with specks of lavender hues on their ends, resting on the luxurious beige coat around her body which had grown more mature, voluptuous as it perfectly embraced her figure donning a black top that matched her skirt that reached up to her mid-thigh. 

The stars dancing in her oceanic orbs were shining brighter than he could remember, the last time he gazed into her eyes — it was laced with tears and pain that he had caused. In her delicate hands was a net basket of carnations blooming in vivid pink shades, he also took note of the snowflake diamond jewelry on her ring finger.

"Juvia," her name seems foreign tumbling out of his lips, yet in the same way, familiar.

"Lyon," her voice had grown more feminine as a sweet smile graced her features, one that he hadn't seen in years.

Acting politely, he stood up to help her towards the sit before him to which she reciprocated with a simple 'thank you.' He sat down in front of her, only feeling the awkward atmosphere that seems to envelop the two young adults.

"Juvia knew she'd find you here, Lyon," the blue-haired lady was the first one to break the silence, trying to ease the awkwardness circling their space with the joyful rhythm of her voice. "How has Lyon been?" she intoned.

Lyon faked a cough before answering, "I've been good, Juvia. Working as a public lawyer had been tiring, but it was fun. How about you?"

"Juvia had been doing good too, she learned a lot of new things about marine life while working at Alvarez. She's been saying yes, instead of no. Also, did Lyon know that dolphins sleep with only one-eyed close?" she seemed excited, her fingers tracing the G initial engraved on her circular pendant which did not go unremarked by the silver-head man, he can't help but wonder what the initial meant.

"I have no idea," Lyon chuckled at her display of excitement remembering the same old Juvia who easily got excited over the minuscule of things.

Juvia genuinely smiled as she observed the crease by his hooded eyes as he cackled, the melody of his laughter seeming like an old song that she hadn't heard in years that she almost forgot how it sounded like; even though his cries when she left him by the lakes constantly haunted her in her sleep a few years back. 

"Juvia had this dream Lyon's doing cool shit."

Lyon halt from laughing, tilting his head as he never heard her curse even before, "Like what?"

"Having adventures on your own. Juvia dreamt that Lyon met some woman on the internet and take her home," Juvia responded, looking out at the scenery at the window.

Lyon's brows drew in a straight line, "Wow! That's quite the dream. Contrary to your sleep visions, I haven't been seeing anyone after Ultear." And after you left, he wanted to drag those words out of his mouth, yet found it improper, instead, he asked to further get the conversation going. "How about you? Have you been seeing someone?" he queried his former best friend.

With a flicker of overwhelming emotions that flashed through her orbs, further enhancing the glow of the stars beneath her voids that resembled that of the ocean that she fancy, and the tint of roses coating her high cheekbones, he could only deduce that she's caught in a love mist.

One, two, three.

Lyon waited for the excruciating waves of grief to trickle through his heart; to feel his lungs screaming for air as it felt like a thousand roses laced with thorns is blocking his airway as death knocked through his door of life — the same anguish that he felt almost ten years ago, only that it didn't come.

Had time changed his feelings contrary to his belief? 

"Who's the lucky guy?" he didn't know but his mouth somehow formulated those words.

Hazy chuckles erupted from Juvia as she handed him the basket of carnations, he had only noticed the ivory envelope resting in the center with a gold wax seal. The blue-haired girl gestured for him to open the envelope which he instantly obliged, curious.

Together with their families

Gray and Juvia 

Request the pleasure of your gracious 

presence at their engagement celebration.

It was Gray, of course, he should have known.

Gray and Juvia, their names etched with a fine foil print on the scented paper in swooping, sloping, cursive alphabetical characters were the catalysts to the memories that he had tried to bury deep in his soul; the moments that he realized that it has always been Gray for Juvia as Juvia had always been for Gray.

The tale of the trio's friendship had its genesis in snowy weather with three snowmen clad in Juvia's Santa hats, the ridiculous purple hand-me-down gloves from Gray's sister, and the scarves that Lyon stole from his mother.

The cold breeze continuously prompts the six-year-old Juvia to erupt in a cute sneeze as her tiny fingers moved to shape the snow in a circle, the plush sweater that resembled that of a pink frog failing to do its job to shield her from the cold.

"Stupid Juvia, just go inside the house," shrieked the seven-year-old raven-haired boy, pointing to the house beside his home as he had enough of her sneezes. 

"No, Juvia wants to win!" the younger girl cried as she thumped her feet against the snow-covered ground.

"Let her be, you idiot!" taunted an eight-year-old Lyon who was lost in his world as he sculpt his snowman to perfection.

Gray stood up from his comfortable squat on the ground, harshly removing the scarf draped around his almost-finished snowman which caused the figure that he made for half an hour to crumble down into nothing but an ugly lump, mixing with the ivory land.

The silver-haired kid jumped up and down as he watch his friend's snowman disintegrate, "I won!"

"No!" 

Gray paid Lyon no heed, walking towards the blue-haired girl having a tantrum at Lyon's outburst. Standing in front of her, he encircled the red frozen scarf around her which engaged a shriek from Juvia. "G-Gray, no way! It's cold!" she embraced her arms around her body, squatting down on the ground.

Gray's hand trembled, quite shocked at her reaction as he quickly moved to untangle the scarf around the younger kid, confusion dancing in his deep-blue orbs. "What's wrong? Teacher Elfman said that scarves are made to keep people warm, right?" he questioned naively.

The sound of Juvia's sweet snortles resonated through his ears as he helped her stand up, the blue-haired girl tilted her head in a wavy azure bob as she began to wonder alongside Gray, she motioned the older boy to scoot down as she whispered in his ear, "Maybe Lyon's scarf is broken because he just stole it from Auntie?"

"Hey, I heard it!"

A seventeen-year-old Lyon threw his phone on the bed, his fingers raking his silver hair as he felt the frustration from his never-ending fights with his girlfriend consume him. He lay on the bed, covering his eyes with his hand as he debated climbing over to Ultear's balcony which is a house away from his own to fix their misunderstanding, and if he was lucky, he can have her writhing underneath him or the other way around and make out thoroughly with her, but he decided against it as she says over the phone and he quoted, "I need space."

The teenager stood up from his bed, deciding to just take a much-needed cold shower he opened the blinds to let some light from the sunset seep through his room when a scenery from the next door window caught his eye. His brows drew in a thick line, confused as to what were those two doing. Ever since he dated the purple-haired lady next-next door, he hadn't been able to hang out with his best friends. 

Gray lazily sit on Juvia's bed with Frosch resting on his bare stomach as he read one of the beauty's books about marine life, while the female was slumped in front of him with his bejeweled guitar (courtesy of Juvia) resting on her front seemingly playing a song which prompts the raven-haired athlete to cover his ears with his hands. 

The tune of Juvia's carefree laughter drifted through the air, even engaging a smile on the silver-haired teenager's forlorn features. Her laughter ceased when Gray rested his forehead against hers, their pointed noses brushing against each other. Juvia put down the guitar, her forefinger moving against her best friend's bare chest as she traced stars around the area where his heart resides. The raven-haired male moved his head away from her, only to rest it against her shoulder as he buried his face in her azure curls, the spectator couldn't help but to take notice of Gray's ear blushing to a healthy shade of red. 

The silver-haired male closed the blinds as his jaw clenched, feeling rather vexed over something that he didn't know.

The golden rays of the morning star spread their scorching warmth on the beach, providing heat on the water, the sound of the waves meeting the shore should have been peaceful yet it felt menacingly eerie. The pure sand seeped its way inside his sandals, despite the heat beating down against his body; Lyon could feel the cold sweat trickling down his pale skin as he stood frozen on the ground, his dark pupils shrinking as he stared at Juvia who seems rather pale and unbreathing as she lay in the arms of Gray.

As if she was a delicate China that could break with mishandling, Gray gingerly placed her on the ground as he sat next to her. Trying to be as calm as he could, feigning ignorance to the quivering of his body as his mind dreaded the worst-case scenarios or how he felt like air is being punched out of his lungs, the raven-head placed his hands at the center of the female's chest. His palms pushed as hard and fast as he could, deducing that his best friend wasn't responding, he was swift to tilt her chin upwards as he pinch her nose, sealing her lips with his own as he blew as much air into her mouth. 

The hockey player kept repeating the cycle several times, until the blue-haired girl began coughing up a huge amount of water, feebly shifting to her side to vomit more water. The first thing that she saw was Gray when she opened her blue eyes, heaving rapidly with heavy panting as she tuck Gray in a tight embrace as memories underneath the surface of the sea began flooding her mind. 

"J-Juvia t-thought she'd," blazing tears began to course down her red cheeks, slender fingers clinging to his back. Her shoulders tremble with the force of her emotions as she forced herself to say, choking on her sobs, "N-never sees you again, G-Gray-sama." 

Broad shoulders quivering, the hockey athlete only stroked her tangled locks with his fingers, responding to her cries with the feel of his pale lips planted on her left temple as he embraced her tighter as if she'd evaporate in his arms.

Relief began to wash over Lyon as he watched his best friend alive and breathing, yet he couldn't help but taste an acidic flavor in his mouth as he realized that he did nothing but just stood there while she was fighting for her life. His cyan eyes watched over the two figures on the ground, a green monster emotion burning behind his dark orbs as he felt that there was more to his two best friends than meets the eye, he just can't seem to decipher what.

"Juvia's leaving in a month to study in Alvarez."

Lyon felt like the moment had stopped as her words registered in his mind, he stared wide-eyed and mouth agape as enormous emotions began to consume his being. The chirping of the crickets residing in the pine trees remained as the only music that enveloped the quiet evening, the glow of the crescent moon burning brightly in the ceiling of midnight sky gifted light in the quaint town of Magnolia in which the two figures sat side by side in front of Juvia's porch. 

The barking of his dog next door bestowed him the courage to let out strangled words, "W-what do you mean?" A crease formed between his thick eyebrows as he gazed at the young lady, who exuded a melancholic aura as she further buried herself inside the embrace of her thick blanket.

Her bloodshot eyes were decorated with dark circles, and the radiance that she once emanate seemed to have flown out in the air as her pale lips trembled; it dawned on him that she must have been feeling under the weather for the past few days. The confusion began to circle his mind, ever since they were just children playing around in the neighborhood, it had always been her dream to leave this town and study abroad as her parents did before.

"Alvarez University is sponsoring Juvia a scholarship to study marine biology," she smiled weakly, her gaze drifting towards the empty road in front of them as she sink further into her sheets.

"Truth be told, Juvia's hesitating to leave. Somewhere deep in her soul, Juvia wants to stay in her comfort zone with her comfort people!" the acidic water trailing down her face was glistening under the moonlight. "Juvia does not want to leave G-Gray-sama behind, Juvia doesn't understand why he kept pushing her to go to Alvarez. And does Lyon know what's worst? He said he'd catch up on Juvia so she should just go, but Juvia knew how much he loves the hockey team here! Of course, Juvia being Juvia said no which resulted in a fight. Plus, other girls would probably make a move on him!" she ranted, breathing heavily, she broke out in a childish wail as her hands moved to conceal her face. 

Lyon did not say anything, he ignored how she just blurted out her feelings for Gray, instead he hauled the blue-haired girl in a firm hug to show his sympathy as she let out her pent-up anguish to her friend. She buried her halo of blue in Lyon's shoulder, seeking warmth and comfort after being in solitude for days, without the familiar arms that used to hold her to tend her broken heart.

The heavy footsteps ghosting against the blue-haired chick's front lawn rang through his ears as he looked up, before he could register the storm brewing inside the dark-haired athlete's irises of oceanic blue, the older teenager was drawn upwards as his sharp jaw met his friend's fist causing him to tumble on the ground.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" Lyon screamed in the late evening, gaining the interest of their neighbors who instantly opened their respective windows to eavesdrop, desperate for some gossip, and that includes his ex-girlfriend with an unamused stare as cucumber coated her entire face.

Before Gray had the chance to pounce at him for the second time, Juvia was quick to intervene as she clasp her painted fingers around the furious male's wrists. "Gray-sama, no! Stop!" she shrieked as she leaned her head on his trembling back, drawing stars around his bruised fist to calm him down. Deducing that she needs to lay her armor down to end this cold war with Gray, the beauty flashed Lyon an apologetic smile before hauling the vexed man inside her house.

A flicker of realization dawned on the nineteen-year-old boy, he completely understood now. 

"No."

Gravel-grey clouds hover above the pitched-black painted sky, droplets of rain plunged like thousand of icicles scraping his pale skin as he knelt in the wet ground holding out a raindrop ring residing inside a heart-shaped velvet box. The loud cries of the heavens failed to mask her single answer to his proposal, he clenched his teeth with the feeling that the natural calamity was mocking him with the acidic taste of the rain in the corner of his lips, how it rumbled throughout the sky resembling that of a madman's laugh.

Grueling waves of anguish transverse to his heart as a feeling of being ruptured over by a thousand shards flickered through his being, swift yet excruciating; roseate lace thorns seeped through his airways, heartwrenching, and bloody, blocking his means of breathing. The tears that escaped his cyan voids as it hauntingly coursed down his face like a river seeming as the only remedy to ease his pain as he grieved for the living, watching her azure waves drift as she ran away from him reflecting the agony that he was enduring.

Loath.

Underneath the shower of the petals of water, as he dreads the path towards his house, Lyon loathed himself and his foolish decisions more than anything in the world. It was ungentlemanly, proposing to Juvia on a whim as he strive to stop her from leaving Alvarez to chase her childhood dreams.

Egocentric.

The silver-haired man embraced his feelings, feigning ignorance of the emotions of his closest friends as he caused them misery, their prosperous yesterdays of childish laughs and cries seeming to fade into thin air with his act of egoism.

Lyon's soul felt thin as shame washed over his being, the hurt in his heart escalated as if he was struck by lightning, standing frozen a few meters in their neighborhood; his melancholic voids watched as the love of his life tiptoed to savor the taste of Gray's lips as if it is her greatest luxury, with the raven-head's arms embraced tightly around her quivering figure as if it'd shield her from the demons lurking in the world.

Or maybe it was Lyon, himself.

The homey aroma of hot chocolate laced with a hint of burnt wood wafting through Mira's cafe, gently tickling his nostrils was the catalyst to bring his mind back to reality. His keen eyes observed the person in front of her, her oceanic orbs drifting around the cafe she frequented as a child, trying to spot as many changes as she failed to do so. 

Lyon brought the cup of his beverage to his lips, the sweet flavor providing him the determination to speak the words he failed to do back then. "Juvia," he began which caught her interest. "About the night before you left the country," recognition danced inside her starlike voids, "I sincerely apologize. Believe me, when I say, there wasn't a single night where I did not regret what I did. In my defense, I have none for not respecting your feelings to save my own." 

The fair lady painted a ray of sunshine over her angelic features, "Juvia had long forgiven Lyon for that. And it's alright now, but that stunt is something, doesn't Lyon think so?"

"Well," he responded with a nervous laugh.

The awkward aura that he felt earlier ceased to exist as it seemed to have evaporated into the dense air, they continued to converse about their lives for half an hour over cups of hot chocolate and cafe mocha with gingerbread cookies on the side — a similar scenery back when they were foolish teenagers.

The silver-haired man had learned that she and Gray had been together for more than ten years, turns out the former hockey player found himself fascinated with glaciology when he set foot in Alvarez. Juvia had also told him that her relationship with the raven-haired male had hit quite a bump in the road, like how she thought they would break up in the morning after 'the great war' as she quoted, but contrary to her insecurities, the man had remained patient with her as she is for him.

Lyon relish the way how her orbs were sparkling every time she talked about her glaciologist of a fiance, yet there was a selfish part of him that couldn't help but wonder that if one of his wishes had come true, would he be the one to light up the stars in her eyes?

"No!" Juvia exclaimed as she fixed her gaze on her phone, a crease forming in between her defined eyebrows as she gaze back at him with an apologetic smile. "Juvia had to go now, does Lyon remember Lucy? She's going into labor now!" she hastily stood up on her heels, as she fished out two cards from her purse that ranges from blue to black colors.

Lyon stood up with a grin on his lips, receiving the cards in her beige-painted fingers before briefly checking it to see that it was Juvia and Gray's contact details. "Oh! The writer who's dating Dragneel? I'm hoping for her best delivery," intoned the man. 

"Juvia truly enjoyed the chat today, she hopes we can catch up again some other time with Gray-sama like old times!" Juvia took a few steps towards the silver-haired man engaging him in a friendly hug as she pats his back before drawing away, "Be sure to bring a date next month! Juvia heard from Gray-sama that Ultear's single," she winked teasingly, before waving goodbye.

The lawyer stared at her as she walked towards the decorated door with a jump in her steps, observing her through the large window adorned with gilded pinecones, he noticed how she tucked a stray lock of azure behind her ear when a black Lexus car halted before her. 

Gray emerged from the driver's seat to open up the car door for her, he rested his palms on both of her shoulders which made her stop in her strides, before removing the woolen grey-colored scarf around his neck to drape it around her, making sure to hide her gorgeous face from the cold.

Some things never change. 

Satisfastion coursed through his veins, pleased that Gray and Juvia ended up with each other, despite trying to act as the villain of their story to sabotage fate himself. Some things are just meant to be, he thought as he took a sip from his beverage, catching a glimpse of vivid curls of bubblegum pink, and maroon eyes, walking past the couple.

Juvia encircled her slender arms around Gray's broad shoulders, sneakily pointing at the mistletoe by the bejeweled pivot door of the cafe. The raven-haired man rolled his blue eyes, whispering sweet nothings into her flushed ear, before leaning down to claim her luscious lips with his own. 

A sense of contentment washer over Lyon as his orbs of cyan voids stared at his old friends with a proud gaze, the quaint town of Magnolia had never seen a love as pure as these childhood sweethearts who seemed oblivious to the lavender haze that they emanates.

All's well that ends well.

[melted-sweets]

♡ ── “ VALENTINES DAY . . . ” | 1/?

Felicity:

Alright… If you ever think she will be excited about the day of love, you can tell that she is… Exploding like a star somewhere in the galaxy as she is very excited about this special day with you…

Other than that, this (quite a) mischievous court jester has some… Bunch of plans and revisions of it that it ended being only 2 plans that were made it… Yeah, you can tell that she is absolutely would go to extreme lengths of making this day a fantastic memory to remember!

Without further ado, It is time to reveal the first plan… And is… Baking but this is not an ordinary baking experience but more like… “MAKE MORE, MORE SWEETS!”

And you want to guess what happened next on the baking section? Sweet shenanigans, of course! And why is that? Because Masky Feels decided if it would be funny to join with you guys and it all ended with 50% success and 50% of a mess! What a 50/50 ratio right there!

Now, to the second plan is a bit more normal than whatever that you guys have committed… And that is… Going to a carnival!

She thought that it would be quite a fun time to spent together on Valentine’s Day as carnival dates on Masky Feels’ kingdom is always up to date with the national holidays which makes it a little bit more exciting, fun and unique other than the mini games and so much more (It’s kinda inspired from Penacony from Honkai Star Rail for the major aesthetic of Masky Feel’ kingdom as it’s the kingdom of entertainment)!

From the roller coaster to the mini games, you can tell that she is having fun with it despite her being an adult (in appearance) since these are usually done by families who wants to entertain their children but hey, everyone of all ages can enjoy it, right?

And so… Once the sunset is almost passed and the moon shall be shining, you decided that in order to remember of all these fun times that were refreshing for you and her, a photo shot shall do the trick and kaboom! You get a fantastic photo of you and your silly partner on this romantic day…

After that day had to come to an end, you and her decided to make it being a matching profile picture somewhere in a chatting app and now, you officially got the “silly person x their better half” thingy going around you guys!

Though… As she is a renowned court jester, there would be someone who would have got you and her on a date which is going to be… Something else once you opened the news section on your phone or get yourself a newspaper and see the rumor section… Oh dear!

Ayama:

As she is an alter ego of Felicity, things are going to be very different, seriously.

Like she is just… Straightforward, serious and stoic most of the time but there were those times where she just… Lower her guard a little bit… For you. Yes, you.

And why is that? Because you are her… Darling, honey, dearest and more words that she literally called you and yes, it may sounded cringy but she’s an old lad despite her appearance of a young adult woman on her 20s so of course, she’s going through the “old love” route.

Anyways, as for her plan is… Pretty much simple as what it is such as taking a walk on a park on the day as she feels like it would be working just fine… As she would put it and since she lived in the same kingdom as Felicity… Things would be a bit noisy especially since you have entered the world of entertainment where everyone can have their fun and simply enjoy their life while it’s on the blast!

As for going to a park plan, it… Kinda work I supposed… I mean… It did started raining shortly after both of you entered the famous park for its greenery and other stuff… Welp, be glad that Ayama prepared absolutely everything so you can able to protect yourself from the rain by her umbrella.

“Quite unexpected, isn’t it?” She said as her glimmering eyes with those teardrop pupils looked at you, still no smile but there is a light on the both of her eyes… Unlike Felicity.

“Yeah… I’m glad that you bring your umbrella with you because otherwise, we would get wet for good!” You replied, as you and her carefully taking your steps on the park as (almost) everyone is simply minding their business… Except for those who are… A fan of Ayama… Another “uh oh” moment right there!

“Omg, is that her?!”

“Mom, look! It’s the lady that I talked about from a few days ago!”

“Wow… She still looks so elegant… Even on a rainy day like this!”

Ahh, those voices that she always heard every time… How fantastically repetitive it is for her ears.

“Wait a minute… Why is she with another person? Are they dating or something?”

“Ahhh! I wished I can have a nice walk just like Ayama and that lucky person with her~!”

“Wow… I never seen Miss Ayama with someone rather than Miss Felicity so this is new stuff!”

Welp… Here we go again.

“Ugh…” Ayama got annoyed by the fame that she is receiving at this point, it feels like she has stuck in a place where the public eye is watching her every move and she doesn’t want that in the first place but of course, there’s gotta be some people can’t simply listen about someone’s boundaries which makes things just seem so… Shitty.

“Are you alright, Ayama?” You said, hearing her getting more annoyed about the people who is… Watching them at this moment.

“Dear, hold my hand.” She whispered softly, her voice is quite smooth as honey when she said that.

“Sure…” You said as you hold her hand and so, she quickly yet swiftly run away from the crowd as everything is starting to get so… Dizzy to the point that you wanted to pass out but a magic trick have appeared by Ayama that makes both of you run as fast as possible.

After that fast run, you managed to come back to the kingdom once again but sadly, you passed out as the dizziness has taken over you… Ayama can’t help but sighs as her plan has completely… Failed, miserably.

But hey, at the very least… She can able to spend some time with you on this day as the time shall keep going and everything shall vanished, soon… And she can’t help but will feel the loneliness once again if she ever loses you.

[snowfoxsakura]

Genshin-sona/self instert thingy wooooo

(I inserted the plushie i have irl too bc why not)

her name is still Sakura despite beng from sumeru but i'll explain that in a sec))

long and kinda sad/trauma filled/edgy backstory bc im incapable of making happy backstories for my self inserts))

She is the child of 2 adventurers from sumeru. as a toddler she always joined her parents' adventures. one day as they were going to inazuma through a ship they came across a big storm. that storm wrecked the ship and seperated her from her parents. no matter how much she tried to go near her parents and save them she couldnt do anything as a little girl. as what remained of the wrecked ship was sinking she hit her head, seeing a light blue light before falling unconscious.

she was later found by a wlw youkai couple on an inazuman shore unconscious, holding her plushie and a cryo vision, protected by a cryo shield. a shield that broke only when she woke up. Due to the head injuries and the trauma she suffered, she had forgotten alot of stuff including her own name and the faces of her parents. the 2 youkai decided to adopt her as they have always wanted a child and gave her the name sakura because of her pink eyes and flower shaped pupils. the 3 later moved to sumeru in order to be safe from the vision hunt decree.

Growing up she was surprisingly energetic and happy. she had a big imagination that made playing house with other kids so much fun and she gained a reputation for coming up with the wildest scenarios and stories.

She was never interested in being an academia researcher. her interest was more in visual arts and crafts. drawing, painting, crocheting etc. but her biggest passion was sharing her stories so she started practicing acting, later getting in zubeyr theater. quickly befriending alot of people there including Nilou.

due to her childlike nature people are very 50/50 about her. some find it cute, some dislike it. but her childish nature and big imagination caused her to be the only grown up who can dream and see the aranara in sumeru ((yeah even the akasha couldn't completely make her unable to dream, it limited her creativity alot tho))

in her dreams she would play with the aranara and lesser lord kusanali, who she knew as nahida and thought she is just a regular kid until the samsara incident.

outside of theater work she likes to take walks around the forest and draw anything she thinks is pretty. she always carries her pencils, brushes and paints in the bag she made herself.

in the archon quest she helped the traveler figure out they are in a repeating dream with nahida, who she found out is lesser lord kusanali way before the traveler.

if she was in the game she would probably appear in the nahida archon quest and any quest relating the aranara

for her world quest,i think it would be about her finding out about her birth parents and real name through the irminsul and her dreams with nahidas help. that would make for some emotional cutscenes xp

Playstyle: she is a cryo catalyst support and shielder. her skill makes a shield and creates energy particles when enemy hits the shield. her burst freezes enemies without needing hydro kinda like Zhongli's burst, also applies cryo to enemies and buffs elemental reaction dmg

i feel like she'd be a 5 star but idk y'all can decide

and before you ask,

Yes our oc's can be friends :3 and you can draw them together

(only as friends tho, or maybe mentor/ student too, idk just dont make it romantic, she already has a bf lolol

i might post him soon too)

[just-a-little-dragon]

Idea cuz I feel like hurting.

Gienne hadn't known what to expect when she went to see the guardian. She had heard the stories, read the tales, heard the prayers and hymns. But they looked so... normal.

They didn't have multiple eyes, head, arms. They didn't even have wings. Long red hair, slitted pupils, markings on their face.

"So you're the lover?" they chuckled from against the wall. They had no armor on. A simple shirt, pants, and boots. Despite the blood and grime on them, they seemed calm.

"What is it to you? You tried to kill me."

"No I didn't." they chuckled as they shifted a bit. "I never came for you. I came for your husband. I didn't even know you were here."

"Bullshit."

"300 years." they interrupted. "I was gone for 300 years. Until very recently, I didn't know the world changed. I was on a mountain. Has the wedding ceremonies changed at all?"

"No." Gienne sat. "Of course, ours wasn't that big due to... obvious reasons. Why? Have you ever been married?"

"Oh yes." The guardian smiled so happily. "My husband and I had such a fun wedding. Star captains, mentors, trainees attended. We danced, drank, ate. I could never forget that night."

"Sounds lovely."

"Love is such a damning thing huh?" The guardian looked back at Gienne. "I'd think you'd of all people know."

"Huh?"

"He's a lot like my husband was. Loving, devoted. Strikes down anyone who ever angered me. Or... tried to." they laughed, but the light soon left their eyes. "but... there's never any good without some bad."

"Mak... he told me how you killed your husband. How could you do that?"

"He was corrupted. He killed innocents, slaughtered those in his way. I didn't want to kill him."

Gienne paused and looked down. She couldn't imagine a life without Mak. But something was different. Despite her not saying so.

"Mak's not like that. He'll be fine." she sighed. The guardian chuckled again.

"DO you truly believe that?"

"You don't know Mak like that. He's trying to make a future for us." Gienne stood up and glared at the Guardian who only looked back so calmly.

They held up their arm, showing off the cuts and slashes. No doubt Mak's doing. "His intentions may be good but he's losing himself."

"He's fine." Gienne growled. She turned to go but the Guardian spoke once more.

"I don't forgive myself for what I did to my husband."

"Well I hope you wouldn't. You'd be one fucked up god then." With that Gienne left.

--

Raze shook their head as they laid down.

"Didn't you learn your lesson the last time you made a girl question her relationship?" Raze smiled at the playful tone of her husband.

"Difference is this one isn't being cheated on. Hopefully she can either run, or try to save him."

"You can't save everyone ya know."

"I know. I didn't save you."

"You did. Just not they way you wanted."

Raze chuckled. They must've been going crazy. Then again. she signed up to be a star captian and became a god on the way.

"You know I loved you right?" Her husband chuckled. "Always have always will."

"Yeah." Raze sighed. SO annoying. She wiped the tear that slipped down their cheek. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok love." he said with that smile of his. "I forgive you."

[intothegenshinworld]

There have been moments in my life that have learned to take inspiration. I want to give my work for evaluation.

The helpers of Divine One|[Yes, it was actually written in haste, and for the Russian part of the fandom]

You can appreciate this TRASH that I wrote for fun. Actually, I want to make for my readers on the Russian/Kazakh part of the fandom not a big gift as a full-fledged Sagau fanfic, but an advertisement for you as for your wonderful work, in the English fandom. So I want you to appreciate me.

Gender: male\female reader

P.s. Y/n/reader here is the archangel of Life and Death.

“Open your eyes, you are in clinical death. A place where I can connect with people, gods and beings that are not immortal like my Creator. My Creator, Great Creator, patron of Teyvat. Not respect for her/him is punished by all of us.”

A tall figure appeared in front of the man, her/his 4 huge wings that were of two colors - white and black, just wanted to feel them.

“Life and Death are opposites, they have always been. Me and my late brother, the former archangel of Life that I am now, always told me:

"The Creator is the wisest of all. No one can compare with her/him and her/his strength."

I am the former archangel of Death, the current archangel of Death and Life, the defender of the honor of her / his Lordship, who bears the name Azrael but in the language of mortals I am - Y/n.

The archangel took one last look at the impostor. Her/his true self began to emerge as a human being, a complete black figure, his yellow eyes with an animal pupil looked into the human soul. On top was a black robe, an eerie, mocking smile on his face, and a huge scythe in his hands. The man / woman looked at him for the last time, and after that the impostor let out a heart-rending cry for the whole contract city. Prior to this, several other archangels had done this in other regions.

The archons looked at this with obvious indifference, and when, nevertheless, the impostor died and the archangel himself took his soul, they gave him a respectful / kind look. 

“Someday a small flame of faith will descend, and the moon itself will follow it, and the stars will descend behind the moon.”

The archangel returned to his cover, to his home, a place where no one would disturb him. 

The crowd of people, the archons looked at the dead body with suffocating indifference and disgust. 

Azrael left behind an aura of submissiveness to her/him it was not difficult. After all, he / she exists as long as it has passed since creation.

Then the creator himself smiled at her/him and her/his brother, the 12th and 13th archangels. He/she remembered this, and in her abode she/he only dutifully waited for the return of her/his creator. The brother will return for the creator. 

“Someday you will also get out of here, my friends, you are archangels, you know that we will not have to wait long, because the time for a large half of imprisonment has already passed. Fire will come, followed by its creator."

People and archons began to make offerings to the Archangel, but he only keeps silent about it. Someday the one who truly deserves it will return. She/he knows this and will accept anything. Because loyalty to her/his creator is as strong as love to one's dead brother.

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If I touched on the topic of gender, I apologize. The fact is that when I wrote on the wattpad, my book has chapters with both a woman and a man. No gender neutral. Yes, and I'm not used to writing this.

Your anon Kazakh(＾∇＾)ﾉ♪

Psst. I will participate in the play, dance with the guys that are older than me. 

"Actually, I want to make for my readers on the Russian/Kazakh part of the fandom not a big gift as a full-fledged Sagau fanfic, but an advertisement for you as for your wonderful work, in the English fandom. So I want you to appreciate me."

I really do appreciate you Kazakh anon but I'm taking this moment to remind everyone to

DO NOT TRANSLATE/ COPY/ TAKE HEAVY INSPIRATION FROM MY WORKS

If you're giving me a shout-out, I really appreciate that! <3 but please do not translate my works. I work hard on my fics/series and it'd be sad if they got posted elsewhere without my consent :(

Now that I reminded everyone I can fully appreciate your work! (thank you for sharing your writing with me!! :D)

I REALLY like the idea of Creator reader being the archangel of life and death. It's a perfect balance, yin/yang - black/white. The four wings, two black and two white were also an amazing addition to this!! I really enjoyed that :DD

Is the reader the Creator in this universe? They talk as if the Creator is someone else, so lmk if I got that right or wrong!

I do like the idea of Creator reader having angels by their side. Esp if it's a version of the Seven Sovereigns/The Seven! Venti is kind of like an angel. right?

Thanks again for sharing your story! It was really intresting to read, I've never seen SAGAU like this before and I wonder where the characters would play a role in this :o

Note: How was the dance/play? Did you have fun?

No need to feel awkward! Sharing your stories can be scary but I think every tale deserves to be told, and I really appreciate you sharing yours with me!! :D

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

🌱lynn's thoughts on genshin ships

bc she has lot of them.

ships: kaebedo, zhongchi, xiaoven, ittorou, thomato (feel free to request more:))

KAEBEDO❄️🎨

• otp.

• my genuine life source

• "how kind of you to maroon us on that neighbouring island." "oh please dont mention it" $(4+_8+292-_(_!_?_!!!!!!!

• i think when they interacted in canon i felt happiness for the first time in years (/j)

• its abt the connection to khaenriah alright-

• its abt kaeya being good with pyro kids bc he grew up with diluc and therefore taking such good care of klee

• its abt the cavalry captain thinking the chief alchemist will be a bore, and vice versa

• its abt when they meet for the first time and realize 'oh archons hes pretty.'

• its abt albedos eyes on kaeyas pupils, and kaeyas eyes on albedos neck. its abt the four-pointed star and the realization you arent alone.

• also prince kaeya of khaenriah theories hhhhhh YES

• tfw you destroy mondstadt with ur pirate boyfriend

• or: tfw you try to destroy mondstadt but ur hot pirate boyfriend stops you

• either is *cheffs kiss*

• kaeya at first makes fun of albedo for being unable to decline klee but after dating for a while kaeya starts becoming the same way

• thank god for jean or klees power would be unparalleled

• when shes around, kaeya likes doing small things that irk albedo bc he never gets mad when theyre in front of klee

• ...but when klee leaves aHA KAEYA RUN

• they both have survivors guilt why? bc i said so

• also bc of kaeyas cryo vision and the fact albedo isnt really human neither of them really get cold

• SO KAEYAS THE ONLY ONE WHO VISITS ALBEDO AT DRAGONSPINE AND DOESNT MIND

• and kaeya must have really cold hands meaning albedos the only one who can hold them and not find it discomfiting

• they make me feel so single

ZHONGCHI🔶💧

• childe, eleventh fatui harbinger, loyal to the tsaritsa,

• falls in love with the geo archon.

• i imagine he was alr in love with zhongli before the big reveal and when he found out his xiansheng was morax childe's world shattered.

• he had no right to be mad since he himself was also hiding his identity as a harbinger but..

• everything felt so numb

• he stops spending every living second with zhongli. basically thinks hes "given up" on the man-

• but then zhongli apologizes. even though he really didnt have to.

• and how can childe stay mad when zhongli is apologizing so sincerely?

• when childe realizes he indeed hasnt given up on zhongli, even though he now knows the man is aN ARCHON AND ADEPTUS-

• he has an existential crisis.

• the dowry chopsticks. PLSSSS.

• everyone in liyue thought they were already a couple way before they ever became a couple.

• including zhongli.

• SNEZHNAYAN PEOPLE ARE TOUCHY AND LIYUEANS ARENT SO WHEN CHILDE TAKES HIS HAND ZHONGLI THINKS "oh we're dating okay"

• doesnt help that zhongli isnt very vocal abt his feelings either so the misunderstanding dragged on a whole month

• wouldve dragged on longer if childe didnt confess

• a love built on sacrilige yum

XIAOVEN🍃👹

• i actually dont ship xiaoven that hard wanna know why

• bc i got into genshin solely for venti. i read so much venti x reader. and when i realized ppl shipped him with smn else i was jealous

• yOU HEARD ME RIGHT I WAS JEALOUS. #87$$8_+$(

• xiaos always like "yOu have NO resPeCt fOr tHe aDePti." but ventis an archon so hes one the few xiao cant say that too

• ITS SO CUTE BC YOU CAN TELL XIAO WANTS TO SAY IT BUT VENTI IS LIKE OF HIGHER RANK SO HE CANT PROTEST

• i feel like venti gave xiao his vision thinking "oh hes pretty and he has trauma cool ill probably never have relations with this person"

• a week later morax adopts this yaksha and hes like "..oh no."

• VENTI HAS HAD A CRUSH ON XIAO SINCE THE ARCHON WAR. CANON.

• and xiao was too busy being a tool of war so only hundreds of years later (current genshin period) did he start gaining feelings

• zhongli and xiao respect each other immensely

• ...but god do they hate each others taste in men.

• "youre in love with barbatos?" *ew face* "with all due respect my lord, youre in love with a ginger."

• xiao treated venti like an authority early on which frustrated him lots

• "sorry its just.. when you speak, i feel so content just listening i almost forget i need to reply."

• venti doesnt get as frustrated after that.

ITTOROU😈🐶

• EARED-FOLK SOLIDARITY

• itto falls first. 100%. and he isnt subtle about it.

• "GO ON A DATE WITH ME!" "..okay?"

• though itto is a lot of things, romantic isnt one of em. ayato has to physically tell him "bro. gorou thinks this is platonic." so that dumbass realizes

• dumbass (affectionately, ofc)

• gorou hates when itto grabs at his tail randomly but one fine day itto decides to stroke it gently when theyre in private and

• gorou doesnt bat his hands away.

• the realization that gorou only hates it when its in public- ITTO HAS STRUCK GOLD.

• gorou has also wanted to touch ittos horns for the longest time but he knows how annoying it is to have ppl constantly asking and doesnt wanna be a bother.

• then one night when he thinks itto is asleep he presses his finger against the tip and

• ah.

• yk when you hyperfocus on something and logical thought goes out the window? THATS ONE OF GOROUS DOG TENDENCIES AND ITS SO CUTE

• GOROUS SUCH AN IDIOT FOR THAT OFC ITS SHARP AND OFC HES GONNA START BLEEDING

• anyway itto wakes up and gorou has to confess what he was doing and then itto lets him touch his horns as much as he wants.

• ittos usually the one to initiate affection and since the only nickname in his vocabulary is "dudebro" they dont use pet names until like a month in when itto loses a beetle fight and to cheer him up gorou goes

• "youll get em next time, right? bc youre my itto, the one and oni!"

• "...'your' itto?"

• "huh? wAIT NO-"

• itto was successfully cheered up that day.

• best nickname for gorou: "pup." $!_!_!!_?4!4

• ittos so big and gorous so small so one day itto holds something gorou wants up over his head and in frustration gorou deadass barks.

• AND THEN HE GETS SO EMBARRASSED AND IS LIKE "erase that sound from your memory... please..." BUT ITS TOO LATE

• big demon lil dog dynamic>>

THOMATO🍅

• TOMATOOOOOOO

• unrelated but thomas name shouldve been spelt tohma HES PERFECT IN EVERY WAY SHAPE AND FORM EXCEPT FOR THAT

• ayato misusing his authority is my favourite trope.

• (inspired by a fic by wormkinnie on ao3 they're literally such an inspiration and their itto fics are so in character go check them out)

• "thoma, i am asking as a friend-"

• "milord, as a friend, no."

• "ok"

• "now im asking as an employer."

• AYATO DOESNT EVEN HAVE A FACE BUT I ALR LOVE HIM

• "hey thoma, smile for me."

• "im sorry what?"

• "thats an order."

• thoma gets so flustered bc he cant disobey orders especially not ones directly from the head commissioner but- SISHRURU AYATO CMON

• thoma is the most perfect shoujo manga boyfriend. (real no clickbait)

• the first few times a yashiro commission guard thought it would be fine to badmouth thoma in front ayato,, ahaaa lets just say he was proven wrong in a way no one would ever forget

• ayato has no real care for if you badmouth anyone but god forbid it be ayaka or thoma; youre dead<3

• also this is obvious but thoma stopping him from overworking

• "go to bed." "only if you go with me."

• unrelated but thoma has survivors guilt too i said what i said

• just realized the red and blue lowkey looks like kaeluc I SWEAR IT ISNT

interested in hearing more of my headcanons or seeing more of my content? ;

[jade-parcels]

The genshin men: fatherhood edition

With: Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Albedo and Baizhu

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Childe:

Ajax loves kids and he’ll make that known early on in your relationship

Like...This man wants five or more kids but he’ll settle for four. He dreams of a big family, getting to surround himself with you and your kids every night for family dinners, everyone getting together for big birthday parties or reunions! That’s his dream life! Plus, in Snezhnaya, most families have more than two kids anyways

He will cry so hard when his babies are placed in his arms for the first time, I mean he’s a mess. Nose is running, eyes puffy, lost of sniffling lmao he is so excited to be a dad!! Don’t you dare tell the other Harbingers how much he cried...What do you mean you took a picture when he wasn’t looking??? Hey??!?!

With his obscene amount of mora, he’ll buy a huge house that will accommodate everyone. Anything you want will be purchased that day or within 48 hours, the same goes for the kids

But they’ll all learn to be thankful for what they have. They’ll learn to fight, fish and speak multiple languages. He has high expectations but let’s face it, he’ll be proud of them no matter what

You’re gonna have to be the one to put your foot down though because Ajax doesn’t enjoy being the ‘mean parent’, he has trouble saying no to the kiddos which can create some tension between you and your husband. He has good intentions of course!! He doesn’t wanna say no to those cute, freckled faces!!

Zhongli:

Zhongli is nervous about having kids because he’s immortal. So this will go one of two ways. 1. You have the baby and the baby ends up not being immortal (or you adopt a baby who is not immortal) Then he loses you both. OR 2. You have the baby and it inherits his immortality and becomes an adeptus. Now he and the baby will have to watch you die while they both life forever.

Either way...It hurts him to think about because he loves you!! He wants to have a family with you!! He wants to give you that perfect family life every human desires!! But he’s torn

You two will just have to figure it out.

Zhongli will be a strong, male figure for your kid(s) and he will instill that traditional kindness and respect into their behavior. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ always, always offer to help someone who needs it, do good deeds and you will feel accomplished, be the best you you can be, alway try your hardest because that’s all that matters

He will be sure that your kid(s) always feel loved ALWAYS. Zhongli will tell them stories, cook for them, take them to school, anything that needs to be done. When you’ve had a rough day, he’ll step in to take over for the night without being asked. He shows interest in everything your kid(s) like and he will do his damn best to display every piece of artwork they make or every pretty rock they find

He...will make a great dad :’)

Kaeya:

Ooooh brother, at first Kaeya says no he doesn’t want kids but...Then he starts thinking about it

He observes the happy families that walk around the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, how the kiddos smile and laugh with their parents. He’ll patrol in the afternoons, usually rounding the corner just in time to see the city’s kids leave school for the day, watching as they all run down the street to go home to their parents or play in the fountain together...Yeah, that really warms his heart

He’d want one or two kids, preferably two to avoid an only child being lonely. He isn’t on the best terms with Diluc but he can admit that they had a great childhood together, playing at the winery and running around as brothers do

Kaeya would be a very patient, understanding father. He doesn’t have much of a temper so he’d use the kids’ mistakes as learning opportunities instead of getting upset at them

He would be obsessed with the kids when they’re babies though oh man if you thought you had baby fever, he has it times ten! He loves holding the baby, watching with a twinkling eye as his baby grasps his thumb with its tiny hand... adorable

And if your kids inherited his eyes, his star shaped pupils that his ancestors passed down to him...He’s gonna get emotional

Everyone at the knights’ headquarters and the Angel’s Share will get sick of him REALLY fast cause he won’t stop bragging about how cute and smart his kids are lmao

Diluc:

Diluc would be such a soft dad don’t even get me started

He loves you so much of course he wants to have kids with you! Is that even a question?? He won’t be the one to bring it up unless he gets the feeling that you want kids but once you ask, he’ll agree so fast

He’ll be grateful to even have one kid with you :’) and he’ll be fine with however many kids YOU want. You want one kid? Perfect! You want four? No problem, the manor is big enough for ten! You...you want ten...? Time to hire some more maids then lmao

Diluc is a worry wart though, he’ll be afraid to hold the baby, feed it, bathe it, he’s terrified of hurting the baby or the baby suddenly hating him. So just help him out!! Cause when he gets comfortable with the baby, he’ll be in full dad mode

He isn’t embarrassed to walk around the manor, conducting business with a baby strapped to his chest!

Diluc is a very kind, gentle dad who will always offer helpful solutions to the kiddos’ problems. He’ll make sure all of their needs are met while also trying to avoid spoiling them... Too much... There will be a fair amount of spoiling...

His own father wasn’t too affectionate with him so that’s why he’ll be affectionate with his kids! Hugs and kisses when he tucks them in at night, big dad hugs when they get home from school, holding their hands in the busy streets of Mondstadt. His father was a great dad! He just aims to be better.

Xiao:

Like Zhongli, he worries about the mortality thing. Since he’s an Adeptus, his kid will certainly be an Adeptus too if you have kids together.

He also worries that his kid(s) will hate him. His duty is to kill demons which means that rain or shine, holidays, special occasions, day or night he’s gotta be ready to go slaughter demonic beings. So he’ll inevitably miss out on important stages in the kiddos’ lives

And admittedly... He’ll be scared of his kids lmao

They’re screaming, crying, barfing, pooping, laughing, screaming again...He can’t predict their behavior. It’s unsettling. All of that goes away one night when you sit him down and place your sleeping baby in his arms. His eyes go wide...And he just watches. This tiny, little baby...Feels no fear for him. It’s comforted by his presence. He almost cries...ALMOST

He’s still pretty much the same Xiao we all know and love but now he has a kid. “Slaying demons is what I do...Hey, go back inside and finish your dinner. Yes, even your vegetables. I don’t care that you don’t like them-...Fine. Don’t tell your mother, bring them to me. I’ll eat them” cute :)

He’s a protective dad and husband, he’d never let anyone or anything harm his beloved family

Venti:

Venti....does not want kids. He thinks they’re cute! He likes the idea of kids but he knows he wouldn’t enjoy actually having kids

You two already have so much fun together!! You don’t need a kid!! You guys have dogs!! Dogs are like kids! But they’re more independent and they’re cuter!

He’ll feel bad if you want kids and he doesn’t, he really will! But it’ll be nearly impossible to convince him cause he’s made his mind up :/

Venti’ll make it up to you somehow though, he’ll take you out more and show you all of the adventures you guys can have if there aren’t kids around

But for the sake of fatherhood headcanons, let’s pretend he gave in. Venti would be a very caring dad. He would cuddle the hell out of this kiddo and sing to them :’) the only problem is that Venti doesn’t like being tethered to one place for too long so he tends to take off and not come back for a few days... :(

Albedo:

Albedo wants kids mostly just to see what fatherhood would be like. He’s always been curious about what that part of his life would be like so why not have a kid

He’d be good with one kid, two at most cause after practically raising Klee, he knows how some kids can be and...He doesn’t have the mental capacity for more than two kids at a time lmao

He tries his best to show more emotion in his face. We all know he usually sits like this 😐 and goes ‘wow im so happy right now’. If you didn’t know him, you’d think he was bored out of his mind right? So he’s gotta work on that. And when he musters up a smile for the baby and it smiles back at him????? Yeah...He’s gonna try to smile a lot more now

He definitely softens up once he becomes a dad, he shows emotion more than he used to and surprisingly, he takes time off of work. Shocker, I know! He decides that he’s been in the lab long enough and that he wants to be able to be there for these moments with you and his kid(s) :’) :’) He trusts Sucrose and Timaeus to take over for him for a couple hours

He keeps a journal for each kid and writes down the date and time they have their firsts or just interesting things they do ->

- 8/4: Baby sees and plays with a cat for the first time

- 9/5: Baby smacked me in the face and laughed so hard she threw up

-9/12: Baby learns that pulling my hair gets my attention. She now continues to do so

-10/15: Baby stays at Aunt Klee’s house for the first time

Baizhu:

Baizhu really loves kids, he works with them a lot and he considers Qiqi to be his daughter anyway but in terms of you guys having a kid together, with his condition he can probably only handle one kid running around

He will do his absolute best to be a good dad. Even if he feels like death, he’ll help change diapers, feed the baby, care for it when you need a break. He isn’t contagious so when you’re sleeping and he feels gross, he’ll sit back against the pillows with the baby on his chest, the three of you resting together (though he doesn’t fall asleep...that would be dangerous for the baby)

Baizhu already tends to nag at you about your health and lifestyle choices but now?? He’ll be a menace. He’ll be constantly evaluating your baby’s condition, checking to see if a certain food is giving them a rash or making sure their skin isn’t drying out. He’s hyper aware of your baby’s health and will be the one to treat them if they get sick

He’s a busy guy since he runs the pharmacy but he will always do his best to be present for your baby’s big milestones! And when your kid cries cause Baizhu’s medicine tastes like shit, he’ll do his best to not be disappointed in their reaction lmao

When you leave him alone with the baby, he’ll wrap a scarf around himself to tie the baby to his chest while he works and...he looks so cute :) dad baizhu <3 <3 <3 <3

Bonus points for him buying the baby toy medical equipment so he can get your kiddo interested in medicine :)

[atsuminthe]

Sharing is caring

—The twins fight over your affection. You decide to share the love and treat them both.

note: mm i love the miyas so this was super fun to write (◕દ◕) oh to be tsum’s princess and samu’s puppy 😔

warnings: female reader, 18+, threesome, incest (i’m not too sure about this one but i put it here anyway), anal sex, double penetration, nipple play, slight spanking, praise/degradation (very mild), slight dacryphilia, slight dumbification, pet names, one (1) clit spank

taglist: @nakizumie; @risjime; @lovelytarou;

“Wait, ‘Tsumu—”

Atsumu whines when you push him off of you, flopping on the other side of your bed, and you scramble to your feet to grab a t-shirt from the floor. You hastily pull it over your head and open the door.

“Yes, sorry—oh, ‘Samu!” you beam, patting your hair to smooth it down a bit. Osamu smiles, taking in your dishevelled form—his cheeks tint a pretty pink when he realizes that you’re only in your underwear and that’s his twin’s shirt slightly covering your thighs. “What’s the matter?” He clears his throat awkwardly.

“Am a interruptin’ something?” he asks, grey eyes flickering from your face down to your body, then shifting behind you to see his twin splayed on the bed. You shake your head, smiling.

“No, actually—”

“YES, YA ARE!” Atsumu cuts you, raising his body and propping himself on his elbow. “Now scram, scrub,” he frowns, gasping when Osamu flips him off. With a sigh, the silver-haired twin shifts his attention to you.

“A can come later if ya—” he starts, but you grab his hands, pulling him into your bedroom and pushing his chest until he falls into the bed next to his brother. An idea pops in your head—and by the pink flush on Osamu’s face, he will definitely like it.

“What the fuck—” Atsumu huffs, raising an eyebrow, but you shush him as you jump between them, kneeling in front of Osamu with a grin.

“Wanna join us?”

To say he’s shocked—him, and his twin—is an understatement. His pupils are blown wide, eyes almost black, as the blond gasps behind you. “C’mon! It’ll be fun, I promise,” you laugh as Atsumu’s hands circle your waist, slipping under the maroon shirt and making you shudder. “Besides, I love you both the same. It wouldn’t be fair if only ‘Tsumu gets action.” Osamu stares, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, while Atsumu becomes impatient at the lack of attention he receives.

“HEY! Yer my girlfriend,” the setter pouts, accentuating ‘my’ with a sharp nip to your neck, growling at the way you mewl his name. “An’ a don’t like sharin’.”

“‘Tsumu—it’s not fair for ‘Samu, I want him to have fun too,” you manage between moans, head thrown back and resting on the blond’s shoulder. He gives his twin a sharp look—she’s mine, it says—but then realizes something.

This is a great opportunity to show you that nobody—not even his own brother—can fuck you better than him. He smirks, then fakes a sigh and clicks his tongue. “Fine, a guess he can join,” he relents, lifting the shirt so his brother has a perfect view to your just-as-perfect chest, moving his hands to pinch one of your nipples. The motion makes you arch your back with a muffled moan, and the blond can see his sibling eyeing your perky tits hungrily. “Go ahead—don’t just stand there like an idiot.”

And the silver-haired spiker complies, dipping his head down to latch his mouth onto your other nipple, massaging your breast as he does so. The hotness of his tongue, coupled with the swirl of it and the gentle sucks force a wobbly moan out of you, thighs trembling as you rub them against each other, trying to get some relief from the friction. Atsumu is quick to part your legs, hand shooting between them to rub your clit through your panties. He groans at the wetness he finds there.

“Naughty little thing—yer enjoyin’ this, aren’t ya?” he coos, and all you can do is let out a gurgled moan, hands scratching at said man’s shoulder and the blond’s arm. Your hips buck into Atsumu’s fingers, and he nudges his brother to take off your panties—he does, throwing them somewhere on the floor while moving his head to place sloppy kisses down your body—on your breasts, under them, your ribcage, your tummy—gently biting the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Osamu peppers your skin with nips and sticky kisses, inching closer and closer to your heated core. Each ministration makes you gasp, and Atsumu turns your head to crash his lips over yours, stealing your breath away. He’s feral—like his brother, really. It feels like a competition of who can make you feel the best.

Unbeknownst to you, it is.

You arch your back, moaning against the Atsumu’s lips when Osamu licks a stripe from your hole to your clit. It feels so good, and you’re so hot—you need release, and you need it now. The hand scratching his shoulder moves to grip his hair, tugging lightly on it to signal him that you need whatever he gives you—Osamu has always been at your beck and call, as did his brother, and now is no exception as he begins lapping at your cunt, groaning at the sweet taste of you. It’s addicting, intoxicating—he’s drunk on you, he wants more—he grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and continues eating you out like he’s a man starved.

Atsumu relishes in the little sounds you make. “So pretty for us,” he breathes against your lips, dragging his teeth across the lower one. One hand is squishing your chest, the other plays with your clit.

“‘S too much...” you mewl, black spots dancing at the edge of your vision. The twins groan in unison.

“Too much? Is our sweet little thing backing out now?” the blond mocks, and—as if on cue—Osamu releases your poor hole with a wet pop. You whine at the loss, hands blindly searching for them, and they chuckle at the way your body trembles with need.

“Hey, ‘Samu.”

“Yeah, ‘Tsumu.”

“She did pretty well, didn’t she?”

“Sure did. We should reward her.”

Atsumu’s fingers gently rub at your clit—you’re close, he knows, but he also knows that only this is not enough for you to get off. “Ya hear that, princess? ‘Samu wants to reward ya.” Your whimpers make their features soften, and they nod at each other, maneuvering you so you properly sit in Atsumu’s lap, with Osamu kneeling between your spread thighs. They lick their lips, watching the way you twitch in anticipation.

“How ‘bout ya decide what ya want, huh?” Osamu questions, holding one of your hands and raising it to press a kiss to the back of your palm. “A’m feelin’ generous tonight.”

Your moans and whimpers go unnoticed as Atsumu groans, an impatient sound, and roughly spanks your puffy clit—it makes you whimper, a bit of drool running down your chin. “Look at ya—yer so down bad for this ya can’t even speak,” he says, biting the love of your ear. “Use yer words, slut.”

“I–I want—” you hiccup, tears starting to fall from your eyes as the blond teases your slit by dragging the pads of his fingers along it, “I want you two! Please, ‘Tsumu, ‘Samu!”

“There ya go,” Osamu coos, wiping a few of your tears. “Yer not that much of a dumb puppy, are ya?” You can’t see it, but the glint in their eyes has become a fire. He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Ya want ‘Tsumu to hold ya?” he asks, and you nod eagerly.

It’s not like you haven’t done anal before. You did, in fact—your blond boyfriend was always open to new ideas (“spice up the atmosphere”)—and it felt amazing, but you don’t know how you’ll manage to fit both of the twins. If Osamu is anything like his brother when it comes to length and girth, it will be a ride.

As if sensing your hesitation, Atsumu cups your cheek and presses a kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll take care o’ ya. Tell us if ya want to stop.”

Compared to Atsumu—who’s notorious for being fiery and untamed, burning you with his passion if you’re not careful and always eager to please—Osamu is a bit calmer. That doesn’t mean he’s going to back down or let his brother outshine him, of course—he’ll cool you down with his love, his kisses reminding you of a gentle breeze.

The blond slips his hand down, kneading the soft flesh of your ass and giving is a few light slaps. The growl in his chest rises the moment he sees your arousal dripping down your thighs, and his boxers fly somewhere next to your panties on the floor, swiftly joined by his twin’s. He rubs the head of his cock between your folds to slick it up, long fingers prodding at your puckered hole. He pushed one finger past the tight muscle ring—slowly, holding your hand—while he kisses your shoulder. “‘S okay, princess, a got ya,” he whispers when you squirm, giving Osamu a side glance. He moves his fingers easily, making good work of your focus on the twin in front of you.

His brother is too mesmerised with the way his cock disappears inside your cunt, velvety walls sucking him in and making him groan. He’s had sex before—it just didn’t feel like this: so amazing he might explode. You’re perfect, everything about you is—he bottoms in one fluid motion, making you throw your head back with an breathy moan of his name, giving the spiker an opportunity to suck a hickey on your neck.

Atsumu has long since removed his fingers, squeezing a bottle of lube on his dick to make sure he’ll slip in as smoothly as possible—he does, pushing in slowly and making sure it doesn’t hurt you.

They haven’t even started moving and it’s already overwhelming. Your vision is dotted with stars, your thighs are shaking and your breath is ragged, moans escaping every so often. “Feels—great...” you whimper, toes curling at the blond’s hips finally meet the soft expanse of your ass. “Move...”

And they do. Gently at first, letting you accommodate their sizes, then increasing their pace with every pleasured cry that leaves your lips. Grunts, whimpers, sobs and gasps fill the room as the twins rock their hips, battling over who gets to kiss you first and where, who makes you feel better and who loves you more. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten—but you can’t say anything, your brain to hazy and fucked out to form anything other than broken sounds.

“Look at you—we fucked ya stupid, haven’t we, princess?” Atsumu pants from behind you, nibbling at your ear. “Such a good girl—always so obedient and eager—”

“Yer squeezin’ me so tight, puppy—” Osamu groans, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. He chuckles at the way your unfocused, teary eyes watch him, tongue lolled out, drool dripping down your chin as you pant and gasp. “So messy, just for us...” he smiles, feeling close. He stills his hips after he pushes in roughly, filling you to the brim with his cum.

Their words spur you on and bring you closer to your orgasm—soon, you break completely with a scream, body spasming and convulsing with the intensity of your release. You fall limp in Atsumu’s waiting arms, and he peppers your neck with sweet kisses as Osamu pulls his softening cock out of you, leaving his brother to chase for his high—he comes soon enough with a muffled groan, and you whine at the slight overstimulation. He shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

The blond lets your back fall on the bed as he moves to sit next to his twin, watching with a smirk the way your plush thighs still shiver slightly in the aftermath. He loves it when you’re messy like this—cum oozing out of your pretty cunt, face full of tears and drool, sweat glistening on your skin—it gives him a sense of pride. A job well done, as he likes to put it. He fistbumps Osamu, and they smile.

“Ya know what ma’ always says,” the setter starts, grabbing a towel and cleaning you up as you weakly grab his hand—he raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it and whispering a soft ‘a love ya, princess’. He crawls next to you, draping an arm over your waist.

“Sharin’ is carin’,” the spiker finishes, flopping on the other side of the bed, placing your head on his bicep. Both of them kiss each of your temples, and you fall into a blissful sleep, warmth and love enveloping you from all sides.

You could get used to this.

[dxrkluvie]

SHALL WE CHERRY?

JEAN K. x EREN x FEM READER

threesome 18+ smut

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Story name : " Shall we cherry? "

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You: I am bad at first impressions. 

Eren: Do you want me to drive you home?

 

You nodded and let him lead the way. When you reached his car, he held the door open for you. It made you blush lightly. 

When he sat down on the seat next to yours, his shirt lifted a little bit, revealing his well-toned abs. You looked away immediately. 

 

Eren: Are you okay?

You: Yes.

He started driving. The lights were reflecting on his face, you noticed how well sculpted it was. A few hairs were falling on his forehead. 

 

He was just so fine. 

 

You: How old are you? 

Eren: 19. And you?

You: Me too. Thank you for giving me a ride tonight. 

Eren: It's nothing. By the way, the offer still stands.

You: What offer?

Eren: Mushes and wee- WHO GAVE YOU YOUR FUCKING LICENCE FUCKING PIECE OF SCUM?- the boy yelled as the driver in front of you who took a right turn without flashing their indicators. 

You: If you don't cuss on the way, you're doing it wrong.

Eren: I would love to crucify those fuckers. 

You: I wonder if they paid their instructors. 

Eren: Perhaps.

You: I've never done shrooms. What is it like?

Eren: It depends on how much you take. Typically you see the colors a lot more vividly, they're A LOT brighter and sometimes they'd move. Also, you could get an intense body high. It enhances your feelings and messes with your head but in a very beautiful way. 

You: Oh, weird. Have your friends done it?

Eren: Yes. I am not into fake shit. Natural all the way, there's no such thing like dying from weed or mushes. UNLESS you've mistakenly picked the wrong shroom, but I'm not dumb. 

You: I don't know...

Eren: You don't have to be afraid, I will take care of you. 

You: Oh...- you looked down, blushing once more. Being all shy and mushy was so not you. But damn, this charming brat. 

The boy shook his head and looked for his parking spot.

You: Wait, we are here already?

Eren: I assume you were too busy daydreaming.

You: Oh, sorry. 

Eren's phone buzzed. It was a message from Armin saying: 

 

' Hello, Jean drove me home, I would appreciate it if you let me rest for a little while on my own and not come home yet as this whole gathering thing was too much for me. Thank you, Eren.' 

The boy texted back: 

 Okay, is Jean home though?

A: No, he went out.

E: Okay, rest well - he said and drifted away from the parking lot. - Change of plans. If you don't mind.

 

You: What happened? And I do not.

Eren: Something's up with Armin, he's just so sensitive like that. It will be fine. 

You: I don't feel like going home yet...

 

Eren: Where do you want to g- before he could finish, he received a call. It was Jean. 

 

J: Where the hell are you?

E: I should be asking the same. I am in the car with y/n. 

J: Armin kicked me out of the dorm. 

Eren rolled his eyes. 

E: I am not sure what we could do.

 

You, mouthing: Maybe we could try a motel?

 

E: Y/n is suggesting a motel, are you down?

J: Yeah, just give me the address whenever.

E: Okay, cool.

 

They hung up. The boy looked at you, his eyes were beyond stunning. - Why a motel? 

You: You know I am new here, I'd like to see what it is like outside of this city. Just curiosity. 

 

One of your fantasies was to have sex in a motel with a hot stranger. And today's events were working in your favor. You thought it was oddly romantic and you'd always make up fake scenarios in your head where this was happening.  You drove outside of the city for about half an hour. Eren was slowly losing patience. 

Maybe we could try this one? - he suggested, pointing out to a random building. 

You: Sure- you replied, googling the place- it has 4.7/5 stars and breakfast is included. $130 a night. 

Eren: Sure. - he said and got out of the car. Next, he opened the door for you and waited for you to get out, before locking it. 

You found those gestures cute.

When you entered the place, the receptionist gave you a weird look. It made you feel unwelcome. Eren did not bother reacting, he just took out his card out and tapped it on the pin pad.

Room #16 is for you - the old lady spoke - good night.

Eren: Night. 

You walked to the elevator.

It fascinated you how unbothered he was.

You: Did you see that?

Eren: She's probably sick of random teens renting a place to party/fuck, cause they don't have their own places yet. 

You laughed - I will give it to your cash. 

Jean called again. The phone call consisted of him asking for the location, and Eren simply giving it to him followed by the questions '' Should I bring cherries and alcohol? '' to which Eren answered ''yes'' and hung up. 

 

While you were walking past the other rooms, you could hear noises of all sorts. Sweet moaning, people fighting, loud music, and people yelling. 

Eren unlocked the door slowly. You stood behind him, carefully observing his hand movements. It was oddly arousing. His hands were big and had some veins slightly popping out. 

The smell of his expensive cologne was spreading into the air. He took his tie off and threw it across the room. The same happened to the hair tie that held his hair up. 

Neither of you was talking. 

You sat on the bed, and he did the same. Both of you had your backs turned on one another. 

15 minutes passed in silence when Jean suddenly opened the door with a bang. 

Jean: HELLOOOOOOOO!

Eren: Ew.

Jean: Get lost - the boy shook his head and placed the bag he carried with him on one of the nightstands- I brought what you wanted me to. 

Eren: So, shall we cherry? -  he asked, no one in particular. 

You: What is that? 

Jean: Kind of like a drinking game but not exactly. The rules are really simple. You dip a cherry in vodka and place it in-between your lips. The other person has to take the cherry without touching your lips OR they'll have to give you oral.

You looked away, squeezing your eyes and lips. 

Jean: All good?

Eren: It's fun. You don't have to, though.

Jean: Yeah if it's not something you think you could have fun with.

You: No I would actually try that.

Eren: Oh? - his tone changed. The boy took one of the already washed cherries. Jean handed him a plastic cup where he poured some vodka and dipped the fruit in it. He placed it on top of your lips and you aimed to eat it right away.

Jean: You broke the rule.

You: Fuck, I am sorry it wasn't intentional. 

Eren: It's okay. How did it taste?

You: Sweet and slightly bitter. 

His eyes narrowed at you. It almost looked like he was putting a lot of effort into getting the fruit in between his lips, that you've been dying to taste for a while.

You leaned closer to him and he purposefully pushed the cherry away with his tongue - Oh shit it fell. 

You: This was on purpose.

The boy placed his hand at the back of your head- I will give you a head if you want.

Jean: Can I join?

You nodded, embarrassed.

Another thing that has been a common fantasy of yours was to be fucked by two guys, but you never thought it would ever become reality.

Eren slid your right leg up. Jean did the same with your left one.

You laid on the bed, breathing heavily.

Jean lowered his voice, making it appear huskier - Relax, baby girl, you'll enjoy that tongue.

Eren lazily lifted your dress up, and Jean slid your pants down.

Both of them were taking turns to kiss on both of your thighs. You could feel your skin get more sensitive after every touch.

Blood rushed down and you felt warmth between your hips.

Jean spread your pussy open using his middle and index finger & Eren gave your throbbing clit a slow teasing lick.

Jean: She's getting wetter it's so hot.

Eren: I know.

This small dirty talk was causing your thirst for them to grow.

Eren: She is dying to get her hole licked, aren't you, y/n?

You let out a loud ' yes ' & shortly afterward you felt both of their tongues lick up and down on both of your pussy lips.

It made your toes curl.

Eren's finger started to slowly pump in and out of your hole as Jean's tongue was eagerly gliding up and down on your wet cunt.

The room got filled with your sweet " ah's " and "oh's".

At one point you felt both of their tongues battling one another across your clit and it was nearly leaving you breathless. 

The boys stopped and looked up at you.

Eren: Have you done this before?

You: As in a threesome?

He nodded. You replied with a '' no '. 

Eren: How is it going so far?

You: Amazing. I actually want to return the favor. 

Both of them stood up. 

Now you were off the bed, kneeling before them. You could see the lust in their eyes. Especially Jean's. 

Both of your hands took a place on both of their dicks. They were gently stroking them as your mouth was giving them licks and sucks on their tips, going from Jean's cock to Eren's back and forth, in a pattern. 

One thing you've noticed was that Eren was tenser, his body language was more indicative. He was rock hard, his pupils were dilated and he was thrusting in your mouth slightly when given the chance. 

As for Jean - he was more vocal. He'd let out some quiet groans here and there and you would occasionally hear some ' fuck yes '.

Eren: Go lay down. 

You did as ordered.

Jean: Hold on - the boy said and laid down first, leaning against the bed frame - you can lay on me.

You hesitated for a bit. Eren walked up to you, lifted your chin up, and kissed you. His hands slid down to your boobs and squeezed them gently. His thumbs massaged on your nipples. It made you wetter. 

" Okay... " you said and crawled on top of him, having him face your back. 

Jean placed his hand around your neck and kissed on it - Have you done anal? - he asked, whispering. 

You: No. 

Jean: Would you be interested? 

You: Yes. 

He placed his thumb on your lips, you licked it. 

Jean: Shitt...- he grunted and slid both of his hands down on your body, as yours were surrounded his, supporting your whole upper half. Your legs spread open and Eren made his way to you once again. 

His lips were on top of your clit, sucking and licking on it. 

His thumb moved down to your asshole and he carefully massaged on it in circles. He stopped for a second and looked at you - I am going to insert it in... - the boy spoke quietly while doing so.

Your body tensed up. You felt full but in a good way.

To your pleasant surprise, he was good at giving oral and a bit more gentle than his friend was.

Jean: Should I stick it in? I want to fuck you so hard, y/n.

You: Go for it.

Eren got on top of both of you. He leaned forward to give you a passionate kiss. He did the same to Jean. You noticed how attractive he looked up-close.

You: Fuck that's so hot...

Eren's cock slid inside your wet pussy as for Jean's, in your back entrance. Slowly.

You moaned as both of them started to push themselves inside you.

Eren was about an inch and a half bigger than Jean. It made you leak. He smirked - You're that wet for me?

You: Yes - you whispered against his lips and kissed him.

Both of them started thrusting inside your holes at a quicker pace.

You moaned loudly and leaked a bit more.

The pressure was building up rather quicker than you expected it to as your sweet spots were stimulated at the same time.

You: Fuck I'll squirt all over you.

Eren stopped moving and placed his lips on your neck, slowly kissing down on you.

His tongue teased your nipples. They hardened even more. Every touch of his, or Jean's was making your skin more sensitive.

The view of you and Eren indulging made Jean stop for a second as well and enjoy the show.

Your hips moved against Eren's.

He bit on your lower lip - That eager, huh?

You: Yes...

Jean's hands were firmly holding your butt, viciously slamming it down on his while Eren was filling you up from the front.

You were nearly reaching your climax and soon you squirted.

Both of them mentioned how hot this was.

You giggled a bit. - I am pretty sure we will ruin the mattress.

Eren: Who gives a shit...

Jean: Y/n...

You: Yes?

Jean: Can I cum in you?

You: Yeah...it should be okay.

Eren stopped and took a chair, sitting in front of both of you.

Jean used you for his own pleasure, as for Jaeger - for his entertainment.

He began to jerk off to the view of you being fucked.

Your hole was tight and it made Jean cum instantly.

Eren: Oh shit... -

You: Can I get off? - you asked Jean.

He said ' yes '. Before leaving though, you gave him a kiss, which he returned.

Next, your lips transferred to Eren's. He held the back of your head. Your fingers ran through his hair. Your eyes locked.

You: Do you need help?

Eren: Sure.

Once again, you kneeled down. Your tongue licked on his whole length. Your mouth was on his balls now, taking each one in as your hand was stroking him.

His breathing got heavier and his precum leaked.

You: Are you enjoying that?

Eren: Very much so fuck...

You: Cum for me, Eren.

The boy grunted and shot out a few loads - Enough! - he said and gently pushed you away.

You looked at him.

Eren: You should try sex on shrooms, it makes everything × 10 better.

You: I don't see why I wouldn't.

You blushed. Both of your wildest dreams have combined in one in just one night and you felt somewhat satisfied. Both- sexually and emotionally.

Eren: How are you accepting what just happened?- the boy asked as he stood up and handed everyone a tissue.

[mileawrites]

Baby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Warnings: some angst in the beginning I guess, fluff, proof read but mistakes could still be there

Summary: Oh for her he would do whatever. He is whipped. The question is if she is as whipped as him.

Inspiration: a freaking Justin Bieber Song called Baby, technically I got the inspiration from a girl singing the bold lines in this work, I do not have the Tik Tok saved though

Word count: about 2.500 (whoopsie)

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A week ago:

Oh for you I would have done whatever and I just can‘t believe we ain‘t together

Bucky watched her from the kitchen as she talked about something to Natasha and Wanda that excited her. Her whole face lit up and her eyes had that sparkle in them that always appeared when she was excited or simply just happy.

With his super soldier hearing he would have probably heard what she talked about but he was to distracted from how happy she looked. It suited her. Happiness. Bucky would do anything for her to make sure she stays happy. If she had a bad day though, which sometimes is just inevitable, he will make sure to cheer her up. Like watching her favorite movie in pajamas and a ton of snacks with hot cocoa and tiny marshmallows, or a walk in the park at the ass crack of dawn. In any way possible and even if it is embarrassing. He didn‘t care. It didn‘t even matter that Sam would always call him whipped afterwards. He was totally whipped and he knew it. Despite always rolling his eyes so hard they may get stuck in his head and muttering a „Shut up“, there was simply no denying his feelings for this certain girl.

Maybe there are some feeling involved on her part. He was never really sure. Bucky has his insecurities and one definitely was not being sure if he was good for her. Nightmares still disturbing his sleep on many nights. His left arm, although he was more sure of it now because it was not what Hydra once so carelessly put on him. His arm now, it was gifted from Wakanda. Black and gold not silver with a red star and made to help people instead of killing them while being brainwashed. It still made him insecure sometimes. The scars that covered his body that reminded him of his past. He technically knew that she did not mind his arm or his scars. Neither are the nightmares bothering her because if they would she would not help him calm down from the disturbing dreams on so many nights. He has a nightmare, she is there for him. One of the reasons he started to fall for her. Technically he was aware that she would not mind all of these insecurities but it seems like Buckys brain likes to torture him sometimes as if it could not let go from the 70 years of being put into a blender and tortured.

Bucky sometimes heard her heartbeat pick up when being near her or her pupils dilating when they are talking. Signs that she could at least harbor a crush on Bucky. If it would be the 40s he would have already made a move. Something is always stopping him though although he could see some signs of her liking him back. Should that be the case then he simply could not believe they weren‘t together yet. Both being to shy to do something about it.

„Hey Bucky are you with me?“ Sam snapped his fingers infront of Buckys face which he slapped away. „I just told you about the cute girl in the coffee shop“, Sam slightly pushed Buckys shoulder to gain the soldiers attention.

„I absolutely did not pay attention.“ Immediately Sam started to grin and followed Buckys line of view. „Why don‘t you just ask her out? I could be too late soon enough.“ Bucky never snapped his head so fast into Sams direction, for a moment you could think it might have broke. „What do you mean“, the soldier tried to keep his voice from trembling but that did not really work. The Falcon just shrugged his shoulders. „You are whipped. Take a chance before it is too late Buck.“ Bucky rolled his eyes. „First, it‘s Bucky and second, what do you know that I don‘t?“

Slowly the brown haired man started to loose his cool. Could it really be over before anything started? He did not want to miss her in his life. Bucky wasn‘t to sure he would be able to handle a friendship while having to watch the women he liked being in love and happy with someone else. Sam kept his grin on his face.

„I might do.“ With that he left and Bucky was still standing in the kitchen with a sad puppy dog face. He started to drift off in his mind that he did not even notice the girls where not in the living room anymore. Was he too late?

Four days ago:

A week passed and Bucky did not do anything about his feelings for her. Everytime he tried to talk to Y/N about his feelings or a possible date with him, he either stumbled over his words or got interrupted.

When he wanted to ask you on a date it went like this:

„Friday do you know where Y/N is?“ The AI answered immediately, telling him that she is in the kitchen. Bucky thanked Friday, still finding it slightly weird talking to something he could not see.

The 21st century was something he could not have imagined in the slightest back in the day, eventhough he was very interested in what the future technology could bring. Granted this century did not have flying cars like they expected in the 40s but having an artificial intelligence that helps you out is quite fascinating.

Bucky walked int the kitchen and saw Y/N making herself a coffee.

„Oh, hey Buck.“ „Hi Y/N.“ „You want a cup?“ He shook his head no. „No, thank you. I wanted to tell you something though.“

Bucky could not be bothered enough to look around and see NAT making her way into the kitchen.

„Sure what’s up? Are you okay?“ Y/N started to worry slightly. It did sound kind of serious. Bucky noticed her worry and started to smile. She was concerned about him. One more reason to like her. He knows at least that Y/N cares about him.

„Yes don’t worry. I just wanted to“, he stopped talking and started to blush slightly.

Since when did Bucky blush? That never happened in the 40s.

He takes a deep breath, looking into Y/N eyes. A beautiful e/c. He could stare into them for hours as cheesy as it sounds especially with that sparkle they held just now. Y/Ns pupils are dilated.

„I wanted to tell you that-“

„Sorry for interrupting Bucky but I need to make Y/N ready for her date.“

He felt like his heart stopped. So Sam was right but soon definitely was too soon. His shoulders started to slump and he looked away from Y/N.

Nat eyed him and hid a smile. Of course she knew what Bucky and Y/N felt for each other. She would not be a good spy if she wouldn‘t notice her friends looking earth other with heart eyes or how their body language changes when they are around each other. Both were shy though. Therefore Wanda and her planned to get either of them to make a move. Their plan to make Y/N go on dates and let Bucky know may be a little mean but they have three outcomes here.

First, Y/N makes a move because she finally admits that it doesn’t matter on how many dates she goes, neither can compare to a certain blue eyed soldier.

Secon, Bucky realizes that he does not want the young woman to date anyone else an finally finds the courage to say something about his feelings for her.

Third, he one hopefully doesn’t happen, is that neither of them is telling the other what they are feeling and both are going to be sad and unhappy for the rest of their lives. A little bit exaggerated but they need to realize this.

Y/N smiled at Bucky, her eyes sparkling less. „What did you want to say Buck?“ Ignoring Nat for a second.

He looked at Y/N for a split second. Bucky shook his head slightly and runs a hand through his brown hair. „Forget it. Have fun with your date.“ He smiled lightly and left.

Y/N called after him but he did not turn around. She was even more concerned now. What did he want to tell her? Why did he seem so sad now?

„Maybe this date is not a good idea Nat?“

The spy shook her head. „Nonsense. Let’s go.“ Y/N got ushered out of the kitchen into the direction of her own room.

„I‘ll go get Wanda.“ Nat disappeared and Y/N sat down on her bed.

She kept thinking about Bucky. Hopefully he was okay. Did he have nightmares again? No that they ever fully stopped. The h/c woman made a mental note to ask Bucky if he would like to have one of their movie nights. The ones without the team. Just them two. She liked being alone with Bucky, cuddled up to him while watching some movies. Cuddles with Bucky is not something that you could take for granted. When the sergeant came first to the compound he did not let anyone apart from Steve get close to him or touch him even though he was touch starved. Y/N slowly but surely showed him she is not going to hurt him and would you look at that, he opened up and they got close especially during movie nights. With the team it took Bucky a little bit longer to get used to touches but to Y/Ns he got comfortable quite fast.

The door opened and Nat, followed by Wanda, entered.

„Are you excited“, Wanda asked.

Y/N took a second to think. Well, it is someone she does not know. Nat set her up with him and meeting new people always sparks her anxiety. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed. „I am not to sure about it.“

The other girls shared a look that Y/N did not see. „Well-“ Wanda started but Y/N was starting to get lost in her head, thinking about the ex-assasin.

Yesterday:

And I wanna play it cool but I’m loosing you

Three days later and Bucky was still sad that his chance with Y/N might have slipped through his ingers. He did not ask about the date she had, afraid she actually enjoyed being with the other guy. Not that she did not deserve it but he wanted her. Badly.

the soldier was sitting in the Irving room trying to read a book Steve recommended. Yesterday Steve told him to just talk to Y/N. It may not be as bad as Bucky made it out to be. The man did not take his friends advice. But fate had another plan.

„Hey pretty boy.“ Bucky looked up and saw Y/N entering the living room. Immediately he started to smile.

„Doll“, he greeted her.

„What are you doing?“ She sat next to him.

„Reading.“ „Obviously. Do you maybe want to stop reading and watch a movie with me?“ She gave her best puppy dog look.

Bucky stared at her, getting lost in her eyes for a second. As if he could ever say no to her. Something stopped him though, remembering a conversation he heard his morning. Bucky sears he was not eavesdropping, he just overheard a conversation between the Black Widow and Scarlett Witch.

He got that sad look in his eyes again, something Y/N noticed immediately. „Don‘t you have a date today?“

The woman looked at him surprised, wondering how he knew. „I canceled the date Buck.“

And suddenly Bucky felt mor alive than ever. She what? Why did she cancel? „Why?“

„I wanted to hand out with you pretty boy. We haven’t in a whil and I miss you.“ She started to slightly lean into the soldiers body. „You do?“ Bucky never saw anyone nod their head yes that hard.

„Of course. You are important to me.“ The 100 something year olds heart skipped a beat. Luckily his body had the serum to not make hi have a heart attack.

Time to be honest. To take his chance. „I honestly thought I was loosing you, doll.“ Confused Y/N looked at him and took his metal arm. „We haven’t hung out in a while and maybe that’s alsokind of my fault but you were going on dates and I tried playing it cool but I am so not cool with it? I kind of feel like I am loosing you.“

The sergeant didn’t think Y/Ns e/c eyes could sparkle even more. She had a smile on her beautiful face.

„No.“ „No?“ The woman shook her head. „You are not loosing me and I am not dating anyone.“

Now it was the soldiers turn to be confused and he interlaced his fingers with hers. He loved that she took his left arm, no being afraid at all.

„But the dates you went on?“

She put her free hand on his face and he leaned into her hand. Suddenly overcoming with the courage to tell Bucky her feelings for him. This is it. Her heart is beating so fast she is afraid it might jump out of her chest. Also, her hand started to sweat slightly.

„Neither of them are you. Nat and Wanda set me up with them. You are not loosing me Bucky. You always have me, if you want me.“

Now his eyes started to sparkle the second he registered Y/Ns words. Blue eyes looking so light and full of love and admiration, mirroring the eyes of the woman infront of him. Slowly his whole face lights up. Bucky brings their interlaced hands to his face and kisses her Nuckels.

„Of course I want you. You have me, doll.“

Slowly they start to lean in and softly their lips meet. A kiss that was long overdue. It is filled with love and gentleness.

„Finally, oh my god.“ Nats voice startled the pair and made them break the kiss.

Wanda and Nat were standing in the living room, grinning at them both. Steve, Sam and Tony also appeared.

„Why are you two smiling like idiots“, Tony asked.

„Nats and mine plan worked.“ The attention was suddenly on Bucky an Y/N. Still with interlaced fingers and Y/Ns hand on Buckys face. the newly couple looking confused.

„Plan?“ Y/N and Bucky spoke at the same time, laughing lightly when they noticed.

„Yes. These two made you, Y/N go on dates. So either one of you confesses their feelings for the other. Apparently it worked.“

„You knew Steve?“ Bucky looked at his childhood friend. „I was in on the plan.“

„It was exhausting to watch the both of you pinning over the other and neither doing anything“, Sam said.

„Your welcome“, Wanda and Nat spoke, smiled, turned around and left.

Wanda quickly adding while walking that she wants to be one of the bridesmaids at their wedding and Nat agreeing. The guys went for the kitchen.

Today:

Bucky and Y/N walked through the Central Park. It was a little before 6 am.

„You like getting up early, Doll.“ „It‘s nice and quiet early. We could always sleep more afterwards.“

Bucky kissed her cheek and put an arm around her as they kept walking. It was quiet. Y/N was right and he loved it as well. Sleep be damned if he could spent his time with his best girl.

Oh for you I will do whatever and I just can‘t believe we are together

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Authors note:

So, this is the first piece I have written in a long time. I am not to sure about it but I just liked writing it.

Feedback is appreciated as long as you are not being mean. Tell me what you think if you read this. :)

[piceuscelus]

What about adult Ciri wanting her daddy and papa to take care of her? 👀 Ciri has been wanting it since they found her. Geralt and Jaskier have both had thoughts over the years (maybe even had some fun times with one another after confiding and getting super horny about it) but never did anything with Ciri. Til one night when they run into each other between contracts and stay at the same inn. It’s been a while since Ciri’s has release and a he’s just aching, and Geralt can pretty much taste her arousal from across the hall and it’s doing things to him, and in turn Jaskier. She knocks on their door and... things happen

okay i veered off a bit from this prompt but i did manage geralt/ciri/jaskier with the implications of both geralt and jaskier pining for a while and ciri being hot for them

honestly,,,, could write more but

enjoy!

The kiss Geralt plants on Jaskier as soon as the door to their room is closed isn’t unexpected, but the force of it is; he gasps into the Witcher’s mouth as he’s pressed into the wall, hands scrabbling for purchase against the worn wood and then, when Geralt just presses closer to him, Geralt’s shoulders.

They’re both panting when Geralt finally pulls back, only to dip his head and set his teeth to Jaskier’s jugular.

“Fuck,” Jaskier gasps, unable to help the way he arches up, into Geralt’s teeth and hands and solid body. “Fuck, Geralt – ”

“I could smell her,” Geralt growls, “the moment she saw us, Jaskier – and now, still….”

Jaskier’s cock throbs. “And what does she smell like, love?” he asks, threading the fingers of both hands through Geralt’s hair so he can pull the Witcher’s face up to look into his eyes. He looks half-feral, eyes bright but pupils bleeding round, and his fangs are prominent with the way his mouth hangs open to pant against Jaskier’s cheek.

“Like want,” he mumbles, nostrils flaring, and Jaskier’s entire body pulses with the knowledge that Geralt can still sense Ciri, across the hall in a different room. “Like lust.”

“You’re sure that’s not just me?” Jaskier teases softly, and Geralt growls again, more playfully this time, and gets his hands around Jaskier’s thighs to lift him up.

Jaskier laughs around a shout and clings to Geralt’s shoulders until they’re at the bed, then lets the Witcher drop him onto the thin little mattress. In the space of a heartbeat, the time it takes for Geralt to shed his sword belts, he’s following Jaskier down to press him into the bed.

“Tell me,” Jaskier demands with a gasp, after Geralt has kissed his lips swollen again, “tell me what she smells like, darling – can you still hear her?”

Geralt makes a sound caught between a desperate whimper and a rumbling growl, and Jaskier hears seams tearing as several pieces of their clothing rapidly go missing, but he doesn’t much care, not when Geralt is also leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“She was wet, as soon as she saw us,” he murmurs, voice just as rough as his hands on Jaskier’s waist, his chest, “gods, she was soaked – still is, fuck, I can smell her from here, salt and linen and ozone….”

Jaskier groans, hips jerking into Geralt’s where the Witcher has him pinned. “Fuck,” he mutters, tipping his head back so Geralt has more room to bite at his throat. “Can you tell what she’s doing?”

“No,” Geralt mutters, “just – moving, and – fuck, every time she moves it’s like I can smell her cunt even better.”

“How did you ever survive dinner,” Jaskier laugh-moans, cock jumping when Geralt bites at his collarbone.

“Nearly didn’t,” Geralt admits, smearing a kiss over Jaskier’s sternum. “Was so hard the whole time, and gods, the way she kept looking at you….”

“I was distracted by how she kept looking at you,” Jaskier counters, lifting his hips when Geralt tugs at them so the Witcher can discard his breeches and smallclothes. “And just distracted by her, gods…. When did she grow up?”

“As if we weren’t both distracted before she grew up,” Geralt mutters, sucking at Jaskier’s hip.

Jaskier laughs, ignoring the way his stomach twists with something not quite like guilt. “Shut up and get in me, Witcher. And keep talking.”

“Which one do you want, for me to keep talking or to shut up?” Geralt asks, grinning, but he’s reaching to the side of the bed for Jaskier’s pack as he says it, so Jaskier doesn’t hit him. He does, however, groan dramatically, and Geralt responds by biting at his inner thigh.

“Fuck!” Jaskier shouts, more shock at the bite than anything, and Geralt laughs. “Menace,” he mutters, getting a hand into Geralt’s hair to yank him up into a kiss. Geralt allows the manhandling, moaning softly and abandoning the vial of oil he’d grabbed to instead press fingerprint bruises into Jaskier’s sides.

Suddenly, though, Geralt freezes, mouth going slack against Jaskier’s as his nostrils flare again, head tilting oddly for a split second.

“What?” Jaskier asks, trailing his lips across Geralt’s cheek, to his ear. “Is it her?”

Geralt makes a low sound, almost like a purr, and presses Jaskier further into the bed, tipping his head to press his lips right to Jaskier’s ear. “She’s outside,” he murmurs, low enough Jaskier barely catches it – probably to keep his knowledge from Ciri, since her hearing is better than it should be.

Jaskier’s cock jumps between them, and he bites back a reedy whine. “Shit,” he hisses, but before he can say anything else, Geralts is talking again.

“Touching herself,” he says, still just as quiet. “Fuck, I can hear her panting – did we close the door?”

“Yeah,” Jaskier whispers back. “But we didn’t lock it – think she’s opened it to see, or just listening?”

Geralt grunts and slots their hips together, making Jaskier whimper with the sudden, intense friction. “Just listening, didn’t hear the latch,” he answers. “Fuck, the smell of her – of you – shit.”

Jaskier groans and gives as good as he’s getting, rolling his hips in counterpoint and whimpering again at the feeling of Geralt’s cock throbbing against his own. He throws a hand to the side, fumbling, to grab the oil, shoving it at Geralt’s chest once he has it.

“I need you inside me five minutes ago, Witcher,” he says, his voice a weak imitation of the growl that rumbles out of Geralt’s chest.

“Just as desperate as she is, hm?” he asks, at full volume, a glint in his eye. Jaskier’s heart skips a beat and he goes momentarily dizzy with the sudden rush of blood southward, cock throbbing as if it has its own heartbeat.

“Fuck, fuck,” he gasps, obligingly opening his legs when Geralt shoves at his thighs. “Yes, yes, fuck – please, Geralt – ”

He expects to feel fingers at his hole, when he hears the vial cork pop, but instead he’s shocked to feel Geralt’s hand, slick and hot, grip around his cockhead and massage. He makes an odd, high little noise, hips jerking, and Geralt chuckles brokently before he’s talking again, and Jaskier is doomed.

“Imagine her between us,” he says. “Like that whore in Velen – sweet little thing, looked just enough like Ciri to have both of us drooling, remember?”

Jaskier shouts when Geralt follows that up with a slow, tight stroke of his cock, down and then back up again.

“You in her cunt, me in her ass,” Geralt continues, and Jaskier doesn’t know how he manages it but there’s suddenly slick fingers at his hole and he chokes around a whine. “Think Ciri would let us? Or would we have to take turns in her cunt instead, pass her between us – ”

He’s cut off for a moment by Jaskier shouting at the press of his fingers, his own groan as he feels the way Jaskier clenches around him.

“Fuck,” Jaskier moans, “Have to start with me, even whores struggle to take you right off – ”

“What does that make you, then?” Geralt asks with a wicked grin, twisting his fingers and making Jaskier lose his breath.

“A slut,” Jaskier answers with a matching grin, “d’you think she is, too? Or do you think we’d have to gentle her still?”

He feels the way Geralt groans in his own chest, sees the way the Witcher’s nostrils flare again, white lashes fluttering. He’s almost jealous of Geralt’s senses, how he knows where Ciri is and what she’s doing – but seeing Geralt react to it while he’s fingerfucking Jaskier is a good alternative, too.

A third finger, and then rapidly a fourth, make Jaskier forget entirely about what he was thinking about in favor of desperate pleading; meanwhile, it seems, Geralt has recovered his faculties, and is right back to that damned dirty talk.

“Why not both?” he suggests, fangs peeking out as he smirks. “I’m sure she’s gotten around just fine, considering – but I think it would be nice to gentle her, too. After all, aren’t you always talking about how good a lover you are? Don’t you want to lay her down and make her see stars?”

And that’s just playing dirty (ha), because Geralt knows that’s exactly what Jaskier wants – what he’s always wanted, to lay Ciri out and make her sing for him, til she never wanted anyone but him and Geralt again.

“Ready,” he groans, batting weakly at Geralt’s chest. “Fuck, get in me, Witcher, now.”

“Demanding,” Geralt says, but despite the tease he’s stroking more oil over his own erection, ruddy red and as big as ever. Jaskier just whimpers and lifts his hips.

Geralt leans close, back to whispering into Jaskier’s ear, but louder this time – enough for Ciri to hear, definitely. “Think about her,” he says. “Imagine her riding your cock while I fuck you – how wet she’d be, it’s obscene, the noises she’s making out there with just her hands – ”

Jaskier moans, high and breathless, and then loses any breath he’d managed to gasp as Geralt’s cock sinks inside him.

“Fuck, Jask,” Geralt mumbles, “feel so fucking good every damn time – ”

“Geralt,” Jaskier wheezes, nails digging lines into Geralt’s back. “Move.”

For a long moment, they’re both lost to it, nothing but each other. But then Geralt’s nostrils flare again, and he groans, hips jerking harder.

“Tell me,” Jaskier insists, still mostly breathless, but before Geralt can say anything, there’s the click of the door opening.

They both freeze, and Jaskier fumbles up onto one elbow to peek around Geralt’s side, seeing Ciri standing in the door looking like a startled deer, eyes wide and face flushed.

“I – ” she starts, but Geralt doesn’t let her.

“C’mere, little swallow,” he says, and jerks his head over to the bed. “Jaskier will be happy to take care of you.”

Jaskier’s cock throbs dangerously, and he collapses back down onto the bed just in time for Ciri to scramble over, putting one knee timidly onto the edge of the bed.

“C’mere,” he repeats, gesturing to himself, and she crawls onto the bed, slowly moving to straddle his chest. He stops her, though, tapping her leg and gesturing until she gets the hint and turns, then straddles him so that she’s facing Geralt.

He yanks her hips back, then, uncaring of the way she fumbles, until her cunt is right over his face and he can smell her – salt and linen and ozone, just like Geralt had said. His mouth waters, and all it takes is a single broad swipe of tongue to have Ciri’s thighs trembling on either side of his head.

From there, everything happens like it’s a dream. Which is to say, Jaskier is certain he’s died and gone to heaven.

Ciri grinds back against his tongue, shy at first and then suddenly not, the abrupt change in her pace preceded by Geralt’s rough, “Take what you want, little swallow,” and the sound of him kissing her. Jaskier groans into her cunt and throws himself even more into making her come, twisting his wrist until he can wedge his hand between them to sink two hooked fingers inside.

She cries out the same way he does when Geralt starts to fuck him again.

She’s covering him in slick, sweet-salt-tang, and he can feel the way she clenches around his knuckles, like a vice made of hot silk. Above him, he can hear her whining and panting, occasionally interrupted by the filthy sounds of Geralt kissing her, all laid over the searing pleasure as Geralt fills his guts, as the Witcher’s belly drags over his cock.

It’s no shock that he comes first.

What is a shock is the offended little noise Ciri makes before leaning down and licking him clean.

His “Fuck,” is mostly muffled into her cunt, tongue still flickering against her clit, but Geralt still laughs, and so does she before he hooks his fingers down again to press at her g-spot and she’s groaning instead, thighs shaking hard.

“Come for him, little swallow,” Geralt says, the shot, off-rhythm of his hips indicative of how close he is to losing it. “Want to see you fall apart, watch him lick you clean – then we can put you between us for round two, hm?”

“G-Geralt,” she gasps, and soaks Jaskier’s face and chest as she shudders around his fingers.

He drinks down whatever he can like the ambrosia it is, whining at the oversensitivity as she keeps mouthing at his cock, as Geralt fucks him harder and harder. All three of them moan when Geralt finally comes, buried to the hilt and grinding deeper, until Jaskier kicks involuntarily at the ache.

Somehow, they end up laying down, arranged with Ciri in between the two of them, facing jaskier with her head tucked under his chin, Geralt’s arms around the both of them.

“By the way,” she murmurs, wriggling so that she’s slotted more firmly against Geralt and throwing one leg over Jaskier’s hip. “Either of you can have my ass, if you’d like.”

Geralt gives a choked growl, burying his face into Ciri’s hair, and Jaskier just whimpers, cock twitching entirely too soon.

[soranihimawari]

For the Love that is You

Premise: you received letters and other posts in the mail. You think it would be a fun idea to start writing back. After all, letters should always be answered no matter how soon or late it is.

Rating: 17+ bc of suggestive & implied sexjokes//material

Sending letters and postcards are part of your yearly tradition with two boys, well men, from your early years in university. Both have been a great source of friendship and comfort on some days, on others when you feel a disturbance in the proverbial future, you immediately open your stationary kit and bring to write. Words which border on the senseless caring side, words that uplift their recipients’ spirits, often wondering if this was what it meant to love freely like. Perhaps this is why you don’t mix business with pleasure because the first time you meet your two pen pals face to face, you’re attending a reunion banquet hosted by both team Argentina and team Japan for the upcoming worlds tournament. You’re standing next to a colleague who tells you how well things are going now that he’s married with his second little one on the way, and you call him a promiscuous horn dog like you did in college.

“I can’t believe she actually let you procreate with her ,” you hand the empty champagne flute to a caterer’s waiter tray. “Thought I earned that right when we played house Tsukki.”

He pinched his brow in annoyance, but considering you were the next closest friend he had in attendance here, he chuckles.

“Speaking of procreate,” you played into his hands effortlessly. “How are things going with those two people you exchange posts with?”

Your cheeks are silently hot with embarrassment. Unbeknownst to you, the ghost writers are in attendance. Duty calls to keep appearances between the athletes to show rivals can and more often are friends. On the Argentine side, there is a sharply dressed setter who keeps hooded eyes glancing in your direction. He wonders what you’d look like when you’re not preoccupied by the blonde former crow; you slap your old friend’s arm, meaning that he has a hell of a chance… until his pupil, bright and blue-eyed blueberry sourpuss joins your conversation.

What. In. The. Fuck?!

“Perdóname,” he says with a polite smile branching off from potential sponsors. The setter walks with confidence as though he wears a crown upon his head. You’re in the middle of a story about how you received two very different posts in your mailbox one afternoon almost three years ago: “so I think to myself I should write back.”

“You wrote back? Aren’t you a little too old for pen pals, yn?” Tsukki teases you, eyeing the way the color is almost seamlessly lost between his old setter from high school and their mutual scary kingly rival.

“Unlike you, some of us like reading letters, Kei,” you stick your tongue out. “But whomever they are, I’m sure they’re happily settled down.”

You glance at Kageyama who is suddenly a bit more withdrawn than normal. You acknowledge the other person standing a few feet behind him as well after Tsukki greets the man formerly.

“Oikawa,” he nods, shaking your hand.

“YN.”

“Oikawa,” Kageyama nods.

“Brat,” his former captain says. You raise your eyebrow, remind Kageyama and by default, Oikawa, that the event was supposed to show some friendship between the athletes before the worlds tournament starts. Eventually, you find out Oikawa is a star naturalized citizen for Argentina before he was able to compete professionally abroad; Kageyama explains as he gained popularity also moves to Italy to play in the European circuit.

“Something pique your interest there, yn?” Tsukki questions as the setters banter on trying to one-up the other in their civility.

“What makes you say that?” You fire back in a low tone.

“I’ve been receiving a lot of fanmail too ya know,” Kageyama slips back into his teenage lisp.

“Did you ever get one who wrote back?” You test the waters to try to ease the tensions with this question.

“Yes,” they both replied a little too eager.

Holy. Fucking. Hell. The. World. Is. Small.

The two young men pause and their eyes grown wide with curiosity. Your blonde friend excuses himself formerly giving you control of the brain synapses. The guys ahead of you grip your hands in front of your body and you squeeze theirs back, excitedly smiling at their reaction.

“That was you guys?” You are eager now like a hunting dog who just caught the scent.

The outburst made a few people in the party glance quickly at you dragging them outside to the rear patio and you could feel your eye twitch. The gods really were in your favor either that or the once rivals actually took time to process what just occurred.

“You,” Oikawa points to you. “You wrote me back?”

“Yes,” you pair it with a nod. Thankfully, Kageyama’s brain finally catches up.

“Let me get this straight: you’re the person who replied to our letters?… and correct me if I’m wrong.”

“Oh I will,” oikawa sarcastically claps back.

Kageyama rolls his eyes as you shake your head in a, ‘not now, let’s focus here,’ kind of way.

“But did you mean everything?” Kageyama’s eyes match yours.

You swallow thickly. You were nervous, but why? Weren’t you always taking about having multiple, “the One”‘s? Your brain had to think of a proper response, yet the truth is stranger than fiction.

“I figured you did too,” you rest your hands behind your back prior to cupping both of their faces. “Both of you meant those things you wanted to try with me, yeah? Might as well get a head start now…?”

—.—

Magazines are an interesting source of news. Even now, a couple weeks later, when there is a photo of you, Kageyama (who has a hand around your waist) and Oikawa kissing the top of your head, is ran at the top of the entertainment/sports pages. You’re all attending an awards ceremony for the season where your loyal subjects, you loving refer to your lovers, are both receiving awards for a season well played. In the acceptance speeches, Oikawa goes first and blows kisses at you two, Kageyama buries his head on your shoulder in a bashful manner; when Kageyama accepts his, he makes sure to kiss you both on the lips, making Oikawa more flustered than expected.

“Kissing the homies tonight, huh?” You jest.

You laugh behind a champagne flute. The brunette and blueberry q have a darkened expression meaning perhaps tonight they ought to have you relearn some manners. Yet you recall you’re best at taming brats and sadistic devices can be used if they’re not on point either. You’re just lucky you answered their needs and were able to write coherently after that first night.

Oh! And the lovely Tsukkishima family receives your holiday card in their mailbox: you’re all wearing sweaters with the Google Dinosaur Game print on it. You’re just wearing heels. The boys, don’t wear much else—Tsukkishima’s wife saves it in their scrapbook for unexpected & funny cards.