#but i did carry candy around in it all night and throw it around to people

[fuckitfireeverything]

ain’t that just the way

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[steveharringtonat3am]

Imagine drummer!steve teaching you to play the drums?? He has you sit in his lap and guides your hands and totally does not get hard from feeling you shift around! He’s such a sweetie you know he gets excited whenever something you do sounds good!

allusions to smut at the end!

kinda a part two to this fic but this can be read on its' own!

You aren’t quite sure what Steve and you are. You’re pretty sure you’re not dating but you’re also pretty sure neither of you are interested in anyone else. The two of you have been having lots of fun, both in and outside the bedroom.

After your hookup, you honestly expected to never hear from Steve again. Sure, you had a mutual friend but he just seemed to be more of a one night stand kind of guy. He had mentioned a proper date but the more you thought about it, the more it seemed to be a formality offer. Something you say after fucking someone in a bar bathroom so they don’t feel cheap.

Of course, that wasn’t a very comforting thought.

But luckily for you, he did end up calling. He got your number from Robin, who was now filled in on what happened and consequently rewarded with copious amounts of candy in exchange for minimal teasing.

The proper date hadn’t happened just yet but you’d been having your fair share of fun.

‘You busy?’ Your screen lights up with the text. His name is saved as ‘Steve🥁’ which he had insisted upon when you added his contact to your phone.

It’s around 4 in the afternoon on a Saturday which isn’t an unusual time to receive a text from Steve but they’re not usually this vague.

‘Not at all. Why?’ You can already sense the invite, pulling yourself off the couch and heading to your room.

‘Wanna see you. Meet me at the bar? The door’s unlocked for you’. This is what catches your attention. You know that bars’ hours pretty well by now, having gone a few times to see Steve play but you’ve never gone at this time because it’s never been open this early. You know he’s not talking about a hookup since those always occur either in his apartment or yours.

You hop in the shower to wash the morning off, keeping your hair dry since you don’t need to wash it. You dress casual-ish, still unsure of the vibe but you can’t go wrong with jeans and a t-shirt. Doing a quick makeup routine, you throw on your shoes and drive over to the bar.

Sure enough, the door is unlocked. It’s completely empty, lights illuminating areas you’d never noticed.

“Hey!” Steve appears from backstage. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and sweatpants that you have to tear your eyes away from.

“Hi! You wanna tell me what we’re doing here?”

“Sure. You know how you told me you always wanted to learn how to play the drums? Ta-da” He gestures to the drum set next to him.

“…That was more of a compliment on how you play the drums because I wanted more kisses. Not a real want.” His grin doesn’t waver as he gestures you over.

“It’ll be fun, I promise.” Your feet carry you over as the nerves sink in. What if you’re horrible and he decides you aren’t a good match? You hadn’t admitted it yet but you did really like him and you didn’t want to lose him so soon.

“I’m gonna suck you know that right?”

“You can’t suck because I’m the one teaching you and I don’t suck.” He sits infront of the drums and tugs you into his lap.

“Now I get why you wanted to teach me.” You grin as you adjust yourself on his lap. His grip on your hips tighten and you suddenly remember being in a very similar position a few days ago.

“Behave.” He mumbles into your ear, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder when you stop moving.

He passes you the sticks, covering your hands with his to show you the proper grip. You try your hardest to listen but he’s quite distracting.

“How about I show you some simple stuff and you try to replicate it, yeah?” You nod in response. Steves hands cover yours as he starts a slow beat. It sounds just barely familiar, like something you’ve heard him practice.

He pauses after a minute, letting go of your hands. You have to bite back a complaint as you attempt to recreate what he did. It’s kind of like those memory games you used to play as a kid.

“You got it!” He kisses your cheek, arms wrapped around your waist. It’s such a sweet hug that you just melt into it. You turn in his lap, legs swinging over to straddle him.

“Thank you for teaching me.” You mumble, kissing him softly.

“Isn’t that what boyfriends are for?” The word is dropped so casually you almost don’t register it.

“You’re my boyfriend?”

“…Shit did I forget to ask? Oh I knew this would happen.” He smiles sheepishly at your shocked expression.

“You forgot?” You ask incredulously.

“I was going to ask you that day we went to the farmers market I swear!” He can’t contain his laughter, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“Well, I would love to be your girlfriend.” You tug his face up, kissing him gently.

“Great!! Now let’s go to the dressing rooms!” He stands up, arms tight around you so you don’t fall as you’re forced to stand as well. He barely bothers to grab his stuff as he tugs you backstage.

”Why?” You hurry behind him, his urgency practically carrying you.

”You’re gonna sit on my lap again. But this time we won’t be wearing clothes.”

[irisintheafterglow]

hii iris!! being one of my fav writers, i was wondering if it would be okay to please request you write something halloween related between Satoru and reader while they're in a lowkey relationship and instructors at jujutsu tech? maybe he drags reader and the students on some night of shenanigans? up to u, i just love how u write and i feel you'd kill this hehe

thank u so much! have an awesome day!

life's no fun without a good scare

summary: you have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek in a corn maze against the most powerful sorcerer in the world. should be fun, right?

wc: 2.6k

cw/tags: fluff and crack and crack and fluff, established relationship, swearing (a lot of it, you'll see why lol), mentions of eating, angst if you squint, co-parenting megumi AND his friends!!

note: AAAA hi!! thank you so much for the love omg :')) i hope you like this, i definitely enjoyed writing it even though i did get a tad carried away lol. GOD this was so fun to write, thank you for suggesting it

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3 thank you for your support!!

“I’m going to eat so much candy, I’ll throw up.”

“What’re those tubs over there?”

“They’re for waterboarding Itadori,” Megumi deadpans without hesitation, clearly misrepresenting the apple bobbing game just ahead. You state his name warningly, like he was six years old again, and he mutters a half-hearted apology under his breath. “Maybe we switch out the victim for our esteemed teacher, instead.” You cover a snort with an unsuccessful cough. Even though you’d practically raised him, his jabs at Satoru never lost their humor. 

“Your suggestion will be taken into careful consideration,” you say, “though it will become more of a possibility if he continues to run on Satoru-time.” Nobara hums in agreement, kicking a stray piece of hay with her toe while you continue to progress through the general admission line to the pumpkin patch. Your fashionably-late boyfriend had sent you a very cryptic text at noon, instructing you to “pack up the kids and take them to the following address.” When you replied with a chain of question marks, he sent an infuriatingly unserious GIF that had you pinching the bridge of your nose.

“What time did he tell you?”

“5:00.” You check your phone preemptively, already anticipating the followup question. 

“And what time is it now?”

“5:20,” you sigh, sliding your card across the shelf of the ticket booth and receiving four orange wristbands in return. After slipping them onto the wrists of your three unofficial children, Itadori and Nobara immediately disappear into the crowd; Megumi, however, stays plastered to your shoulder and makes his distaste for the bustling festival known. You scan nearby groups of people for a tall idiot with white hair with no luck. If Satoru still showed up, he would have to pay for admission himself. “Let’s grab a table and find me a bottle of soju–”

“Barely twenty minutes and you’re already drinking? Since when did Shoko replace my lovely partner?” Satoru’s sing-song voice calls out from behind you, like he’d been standing with you the entire time. Despite your attempts to remain irritated at him, you can’t resist when he turns you around, lacing his fingers with yours and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Hi, gorgeous. What took you so long?”

“I assumed you were running late, like you always do,” you argue futilely, the world melting away when you catch his eyes over the rims of his sunglasses. “Is this not too overwhelming for you? Having so many energy signatures in one place?”

“I’ll be fine,” he assures you with a confident wave of his hand. “After all, I have your energy to ground me.” Your legs start to feel a bit gelatinous when you hear a very obvious throat clearing itself and suddenly remember that Megumi is still standing there. “Shouldn’t you be on the playground or something, my dear student?”

“Shouldn’t you be on the playground or something, my questionable teacher?” You burst out laughing and your boyfriend’s jaw drops in indignance, gearing up to say something just as childish. On instinct, you cover his mouth with your hand, recoiling in disgust when his tongue darts out to lick your palm. “Gross. I’m gonna find my friends.” 

“Don’t do anything dumb!” The boy waves his hand dismissively and you roll your eyes. In a different universe where he actually was the child of you and Satoru, he had his father’s sass gene. 

“He’s used to this by now, isn’t he?” Satoru chuckles and it reverberates against your body, making your head spin in lovesick circles.

“I’d imagine so, seeing as we did raise him like this,” you answer, letting him start to guide you toward whatever stand interests him first, his arm draped over your shoulders. “Do you think Yuuji and Nobara have figured it out?”

“If Megs hasn’t told them, then definitely not,” he states with utmost certainty, looking over one of the games with all the concentration of a hunting tiger. In the middle of the stall was a large pool of water, and swirling around in it were small, colorful bowls in the shape of blooming flowers. The goal, you guessed, was to land a small ball in a certain color and get a corresponding prize from the lineup hanging overhead. It was truly an enticing array of stuffed animals, too, from wolves and monkeys to dinosaurs and little princess dolls. “Which one do you want?”

“Hmm? What do you mean?” 

“Choose a prize and I’ll get it for you, guaranteed.” 

“Guaranteed? You do know these are designed to scam you, right?”

“And I am designed to do whatever you want, so take your pick.” After a moment of consideration, you point to a stuffie of a black cat wearing a pumpkin costume. “Cute choice.”

“It reminds me of Megs.” He laughs and pulls his arm back, stretching his neck from side to side and handing a few dollars to the game attendant. It was all for show and completely unnecessary, and he knew that; he also knew that his over-the-top shenanigans always made you laugh after a stressful week. Whether you knew it or not, he’d noticed you were increasingly overwhelmed by all the work from the previous days, specifically regarding training his students while he was off on an assignment. Along with completing your own missions, you were supervising the three first years and guiding them through boring paperwork, which he knew made you feel like shit. It’s why he suggested you go to the festival in the first place, to get your mind off of work and spend time with you. And, he’d be damned if he didn’t get you that fuzzy little cat on his first try. 

“Watch the master at work, sweetheart,” is the last thing he says before carefully tossing the first of three balls toward the only purple bowl in the pool. He’s the tiniest bit off, though, and he curses under his breath as it ricochets against the edge and into the water. “That was a practice shot.”

“Sure, baby, sure,” you giggle, stifling your amusement into a fist. His tongue peeks out the side of his mouth in absentminded focus and you’re sure he’s found the perfect arc when the voice of one of his students cheers from behind you. 

“You’ve got this!” Despite their well wishes, Yuuji and Nobara accidentally timed their cheers at the precise moment his fingers let go of the ball, messing up his aim even worse than the first time. They deflate in embarrassment and Megumi’s face turns red from trying not to laugh. The usual deadly aura radiating off of him increases tenfold and it makes you shiver despite the warm autumn air. “T-Third time’s the charm, sir!”

“Fucking hell, why do I even bother–”

“Satoru, that’s cheating,” you whisper, sensing him imbuing the tiniest amount of Cursed Energy into the last ball to easily manipulate its trajectory. “I can just buy the thing online; you don’t need to be doing all of this.”

“I can buy you anything online, but I also want to prove that I’m better than everyone else,” he mutters much too seriously than the situation required. “Plus, once I win that damn cat, it’ll have a nice story to go behind it.” 

“Your ego truly knows no bounds.”

“You know you love it.”

A minute later, you’re walking away from the game with the fuzzy cat in your arms and Satoru’s arrogant smirk by your side. The rest of the night is spent watching him drag his students into various inflatable obstacle courses and tumbling down the slide after they push him over the edge. In spite of all the excitement, you have to drag them to a picnic table to sit and eat; even then, the three students challenge their teacher to a funnel cake eating contest. To no one’s surprise, Yuuji wins by a landslide. 

Satoru pays for everything, of course. When someone wanders over to a game booth, he pays for their game every single time and continues to pay until they win a prize. By the end of the night, all five of you have at least one prize in your possession and Satoru’s bank account is barely affected. 

Before the fair closes, you propose a game of hide and seek in the gigantic corn maze. You and the three students would get a five minute head start, and then Satoru would enter and race to find you before you reached the other side. The first years’ eyes shine with excitement when you tell them they can use techniques as long as they don’t make a mess. You consider throwing a veil over the entire thing, just to make sure Megumi’s dogs don’t start any rumors of hellhounds in the area. 

“If the kids can use theirs, then you’re not allowed to use your technique,” Satoru concludes and you make a noise of indignation while you gameplan by the entrance of the maze. “Don’t start with me; that’s totally fair!”

“I don’t understand how that’s fair in any way,” you argue up at his ridiculously confident smirk. You wanted to slap him and make out with him at the same time, none of which would have been appropriate in present company. 

“You make portals, sweetheart. If we’re making the maze a no-fly zone and I run into one of your doorways, I’m gonna be in there for the rest of time.”

“I’ll just make simple doors!” 

“The last time you said that, I was stuck on a mountain for three hours,” he reminds you and you huff in defeat, completely forgetting the three pairs of eyes watching this entire conversation. Sweetheart? Since when did he call anyone sweetheart? Nobara and Yuuji knew that you both were friends from high school, but the bickering seemed suspiciously akin to that of an old married couple. They glance at their spiky haired friend for confirmation of their theories, but he avoids their gaze and continues munching on pumpkin spice popcorn. “Alright, five minutes on the clock. Don’t let me catch you,” he smiles wickedly and you all but shove the three students into the maze. 

In a blink, Megumi summons his dogs and sends them to look for the exit. As you sprint down straightaways, Nobara intermittently sticks a few nails into the walls, essentially creating security sensors that will trigger if Satoru passes by it. It also helps establish what paths you’ve already explored and where you need to go next. In what feels like seconds, five minutes is gone and your heart drops as you see a black veil descend over the maze. The atmosphere of the maze feels electric, like wind before a storm, and you nervously laugh and urge the students to move faster. 

“So, are we ever going to talk about you and Gojo?” 

“That’s what you’re focused on right now?” You shoot back in amusement and Nobara shrugs, sending another nail into the corn with a strike of her hammer. “I don’t think this is the proper place to have this conversation!”

“So, are you two actually dating? Megumi won’t say anything, but he’s a terrible liar when we ask if he knows something!”

“I think the latter shooting ominous strikes of lightning into the air is a more pressing issue!”

“Lightning strikes which, I’ll add, are increasingly getting closer!” Yuuji’s voice rises to a panicked yelp and you curse in disbelief as your group slams into another dead end, giggling from sheer fear and swatting the students to find another way. All the while, blasts of pure Cursed Energy fly upward like fireworks, illuminating the field in terrifying shades of blue and red. “Any status on the nails?”

“He just passed the third one closest to us,” Nobara reports, face slowly losing color as the most powerful sorcerer in the world hunts you down. “You can’t send Nue to stall him?”

“You think a bird is going to stop Gojo Satoru?” 

“Well, your damn dogs haven’t come back yet and we’re running out of options–” The back-and-forth is cut short by a faint howl coming from the back right corner of the maze, just a few hundred yards away. One of the dogs appears from the floor, hooking a sharp right turn that has you four stumbling to catch up to it. The howls continue, as do the strikes of lightning, while you follow the dog to what you assume is the exit. “The nails haven’t picked up his energy signature in a while,” Nobara informs you in slight relief while the howling grows closer with every step. Yuuji’s mouth breaks into a victorious grin, but you and Megumi aren’t convinced. 

“Does that mean we lost him? Or did he get lost?” 

“Something doesn’t feel right,” you mutter low enough for only Megumi to hear and he nods in agreement. “I don’t feel him anywhere.” 

“That cracking behind us is just the corn, right?” Yuuji’s voice becomes uncertain and the static in the air only becomes more palpable. You’re so close to the exit and you can tell he’s getting nearer, but something in your gut tells you that you can beat him. But, Nobara’s realization makes your blood run cold. 

“Wait, I don’t sense any of my nails anymore–” 

“Found you.”

Your throats rip a collectively brutal screech as Satoru’s voice seems to come from directly behind you, and you glance backward to only see a pair of knife-sharp blue eyes staring through the black corridor of the maze. Colorful curses of fear babble from the mouths of the students and you slam your feet even harder into the ground as you sprint for the exit. The bright lights of the pumpkin sign were in sight; you just had to make it a little farther. 

“Elephant, elephant, elephant!” Yuuji’s suggestion comes out as incoherent yelps and he tries to fire off black flashes to no avail. Megumi looks at him like he’d grown four new limbs. 

“What?!”

“Summon the fucking elephant, Fushiguro!” A nail rockets away behind you only to be immediately sent back, embedding itself in the husk by your feet. 

“I hate to break it to you, but the elephant isn’t going to do anything when–”

“When I’m already right behind you,” he whispers directly into your ear and you scream as his footsteps line up with yours and his arms snake under your legs, lifting you off the ground like you weighed no more than a cotton ball. He disappears with you into darkness, firing off a single precise attack that cuts the lights of the entire exit so that the path is pitch black. Somehow, you end up outside of the maze while the three students continue to panic inside and he gently sets you on your feet. His menacing aura disappears in a blink and he nuzzles his nose into your neck, his arms holding you close by your waist. “I found you,” he says with a smile. 

“You did. I know you always do, eventually.”

“Mhmm. Did you have fun?”

“Honestly, that was the most terrifying experience of my entire existence,” you laugh, threading your fingers into his hair and tugging him even closer. He chuckles warmly, ironically just as quiet as the fearful bickering of your students in the maze. You barely feel any sweat on his forehead against your shoulder and you can’t even imagine how messy you looked after running for your life. “I look like shit, don’t I?”

“You’ve never looked prettier,” he murmurs, pulling away briefly to press a kiss to your cheek. “We should probably go grab the kids.” You hum absentmindedly, vaguely making out the voices of Megumi and Yuuji trying to figure out which way to go. 

“Stay here a little longer. Let them think you’ve taken me away to your scary vampire lair, or something.”

“As you wish, sweetheart. I'll be your scary vampire anytime.”

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♡︎ Alphabet Soup Series ♡︎

abc headcanons || miles42 x black gn!reader

M} — move

he’d take so long to initially ask you out, but he’d do it romantically when he finally plucks up the courage. it's been hard for him to get close to someone ever since his dad died, so you'd have to be patient. he didn't know what to get you as a token of his affection. flowers? what if you were allergic? candy? What if you didn't like candy? So he went with something simple, something he did best; he gifted you a portrait he made of you. he played it off all cool like "it ain't even my best work fr" "i can do better than that, yk?" basically trying to prepare himself if you turned him down.

╰╴he's genuinely surprised when you don't reject him. he didn't show it, but he was happy as hell.

I} — interests

he wants to know what you like. he'll check out anything you put him on to, really. movies, shows, artists, books, etc. he'll listen to you rant and ramble about your interests, and he'll nod along, hanging onto every word like it's the most important thing he's ever been told — and he genuinely feels that way. he'll keep tabs on what you like, and give you updates like "oh i heard it's getting a second season", "i think that's getting an adaption, you tryna see it when it comes out?"

╰╴ also, if he sees anything remotely related to your interests, he'll buy it. he hates not knowing what to give people, which is another reason why he pays close attention to what you're into. he keeps all types of merch in his cart so he'll never run out of gift ideas.

L} — love

it'd take even longer for him to finally say "i love you". those three lil words carry a lot of weight to him, and he can't just be throwing them around like it's nothing. he wants to make sure he can trust you, if you're actually his and not just playing with him. once he does say it, tho, he'd be dramatic about it.

╰╴"I need to talk to you rq," "ok... what's up?"

he'd stare at you, silently, studying you for a bit as he tries to build up the courage. he'd take your hands in his, holding them tenderly. he'd give them a gentle squeeze — then, he'd say it.

╰╴♡︎ “Eres tan preciosa para mí. Te quiero...”

E} — emotions

he doesn't like being vulnerable; it takes a while for him to open up to you, but he eventually does, piece by piece. he'd tell you what he stresses about or his other hopes and dreams. he plans to get you and his mama away from all the chaos of the city.

╰╴and he's there for you just as much as you are for him. He listens patiently when you're ranting or venting about something that's bothering you. he waits until you're done talking and tries his best to calm you down after you get worked up and give you advice. other than “i should beat that bitch ass”, he gives really good advice.

S} — sleep

he INSISTS he never sleeps 🙄 he's always up at night doing his vigilante work, protecting what he loves (his city, his mama, you, ofc) but whenever does get the chance to get some rest in, it'd be with you. he'd stop by your place during one of his patrols, just to check on you. y'all would talk for a bit, just enjoying each other's company. then you'd notice how low and hazy his eyes are, and how he's dragging his words a bit.

╰╴"i got shit to do, I can't be tryna go to bed n shit," "i'm not sayin' go to bed, you can take a lil hour nap..." after going back and forth for a while he'd finally give in, with reluctance, flopping onto your bed. he's out almost immediately, clutching you tight as if someone would take you from him while he's asleep.

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[nevernonline]

✧.* svt vocal unit as the five love languages.

paring/s: svt vocal unit x reader.

warning/s: physical touch

genre/s: fluffy, bf! svt

synopsis: just the vocal unit as your partner and the different ways they show you they care.

jeonghan: giving & receiving gifts.

loves treating you no matter how big or small. dinner? yes. stuffed animals? yes. this man shows up to home or picking you up from work with a little something to gift you every time. would leave little notes with candies or a stem of your favorite flower on your nightstand if you were sound asleep when he had to leave for work. you'd assume all his silly little gift giving would halt when he had to go away for a while, but every week he'd manage to have something special delivered to your door, maybe t-shirts, magnets, a polaroid of him from tour. (I mean he did travel with a baguette for dk.) when it's time for you to give him a birthday or holiday present you go all out creating small notes and memories from all the speical things he's given you, like a chocolate wrapper he left you or dried pressed flower petals.

woozi: acts of service

no matter how hard this man goes at work, the gym, or on stage he always has time to do something you feel like you can't finish without you asking for it. goes above and beyond cleaning your apartment after a spell of you being too overwhelmed in your own life to do so. you haven't had time to cook a homemade meal for yourself in a while and continue to order out? he would insist on getting help from his friends or a YouTube video to sit around in the kitchen and have something comforting on the table for you. carrying AirPods or headphones for you and always knows without fail if you get stressed he can put them in your ears and play a comforting playlist or audible book for you to wind down. actions speak louder than words is your relationship motto, the things he does for you are enough to tell you how much he cares for you despite being busy all the time. and you don't take that for granted either, you'll pick up dinner for him when he's spending late nights recording and writing, wash his sheets so he can come home and rest well.

joshua: quality time

you have his undivided attention always. you can gossip about work, spend hours on the couch watching cute videos or silly tiktoks talking about how funny you find them and he just finds it endearing. upon meeting him even before you got into a relationship you ended up spilling your whole life story to him and he listened. he always has time to put on a movie and discuss as you watch together, smiling and sitting close. he's always by your side. if you're sick he still manages to find a way to be there, maybe by FaceTime or even sitting outside your bedroom door reading you a book. makes you both turn your phones off during your quality time so there's zero distractions and you can just be present together. loves watching the world through your eyes. he spends so much time with you that even without words he knows how you feel. helps you complete tasks through support!! loves every second of being the person glued to your side.

seokmin: physical touch

understands your body language so much!! you're always linking arms, holding hands, touching knees anything to feel the comfort and warmth of him next to you. you maybe weren't or aren't the most physical person with anyone else, but a seokmin hug after a stressful day makes you feel like the hours before didn't matter. you didn't know real love until you met him and automatically clung onto his magnetic nature. even if you're apart you hold his pillow and wear a shirt sprayed with his cologne like he's right there next to you waiting for the time you can feel his heart beat next to your ear while you're resting on his chest. subtle touching is great, but the clingy stuck like glue touch is your favorite, piggy back rides, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you from room to room. not even showering alone anymore. just being together, annoying everyone with how cute you are. kisses always are a must!! hands, foreheads, cheeks, knees, lips, it doesn't matter you crave it more than anything else.

seungkwan: words of affirmation

definition of "you're doing great sweetie." srry?? never misses a chance to tell you all the little simple things he loves about you, he just loves you so much. talks about you like you're the only person in the world. gives the worlds best pep talks if your down. the first time you heard him say he loves you made you float for a week and when you finally built the courage to say it back he screamed it even louder. he's a wordsmith always finding new ways to tell you that you matter to him like comparing you to a movie character you really love or that you shine brighter than all the stars in the night sky. kind of cheesy, but he's so cute that it doesn't matter. when he's away he makes subtle instagram or weverse posts of words that you know are mean't for you and you only. LONG TEXTS about things he loves about you or appreciates you for. he's really just grateful you exist and you always believe him.

[hey-august]

Hello!

Could prompt number 4: Matching be paired with "You're Annoying" and "You're gonna make me cry", Said by either Buggy or Reader?

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Prompts: Matching, "You're annoying." "You're gonna make me cry." Teaser: "It was sweet. Misguided, but sweet. And that’s what you liked about Buggy." Warnings: SFW. Established relationship, some profanity. Word count: ~1.6k

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It started small. So small that you didn’t even notice. Buggy started with buttons. It didn’t take long to replace one. Then another. And another. He kept going until he ran out of notions to swap.

That wasn’t enough, so your pockets were the next target. Cutting out the fabric and sewing new pouches in place was pretty simple for the pirate. His stitches were clumsy, especially since he did this craft in the dead of night, but they were strong enough. 

The most important part of this project was remembering to put all your crap back into the right pockets. You carried a lot of junk - pens and pencils, a small toy mouse, bandages, candy, and other shit that he didn’t recognize. You caught him one morning, mouth full of a reward he sneaked from your stash and hand in the pocket he finished not long ago. Assuming that he was after the candy, you rolled your eyes. He barely heard the words, “you’re annoying,” as you turned away, shaking your head. The stray hair escaping your nest of bedhead danced and beckoned the pirate to move on from his secret crafting and pull you back to bed.

Then came the gifts. New boots which were perfect for stomping around the ship. Jewelry with gemstones that shined even in the dark. Silk scarves, reminiscent of the captain’s own striped bandanas. Buggy even got you gloves to protect your hands from blisters and splinters. You felt his ocean eyes linger whenever you wore one of his gifts. The heat from his gaze dragged along your body as it traversed each part of your body decorated with his adoration. Even though the jewelry was a little flashier than you’d prefer and the gloves made your hands sweaty, you made sure to wear all of the gifts periodically.

Buggy’s plan began to fall apart at the seams when the accidents started.

One afternoon, Richie’s claws got caught on one of your pants. The elongated tear that ran from your ass cheek to the hem of your pants didn’t look like the lion’s usual clumsy grab for attention, but a commanded swipe that luckily didn’t break skin.

Another time you were assisting the captain with his knife throwing.  Apparently he needed the practice based on how many times he nicked your top. Buggy claimed he just needed to warm up and flashed the bashful smile that always tugged at your heart.

It soon became a daily event for a piece of your clothing to meet its untimely demise. Three items were blown off deck while hung out to dry. Four were burned through by the iron. Two were stained with paint. And an indeterminate amount was confused with scraps that were ripped up and used for rags.

While Buggy shouted his head off at whoever caused the damage (excluding himself, of course), the anger would quickly dissipate when he attempted to fix the problem. Sharp words and screeching volumes were replaced with soothing remarks. Substitutes and replacements came from his own closet, or were picked up at the next town. The solutions were suspicious, though. The captain almost always had the right item of clothing ready to hand over. 

You sat on the edge of the shared bed with yet another ruined bit of fabric in your hands. The vest had just barely survived an iron burn last week, but sometime this morning small claws shredded the clothing beyond repair. The bedroom door creaked open and you nearly cracked your neck turning to see if the four-legged culprit returned to the scene of the crime. Instead, a clown sauntered in. 

Buggy’s peppy steps fell as his gaze landed on the newest victim clutched in your hands, then flicked back up to your steely face.

“A-another accident?” he stammered.

“Yeah, sure. Accident,” you said, tossing the vest onto the floor. The tightness in your chest was eased slightly with a deep breath. A heavy sigh.

“Here, I have a spare,” Buggy offered, as a floating hand carried over a terracotta-colored linen vest. 

The only common thread the replacement had with your loss was the lack of sleeves. Still, it was nice. And familiar.

Your eyes flickered between the clothing hanging in front of you and Buggy’s outfit. The thoughts in your head started linking arms and grouping together as you stared at the linen vest he wore. And his striped bandana. The black top with reversed seams. His brown baggy pants. Boots, perfect for stomping. Feeling your crowded thoughts getting ready to surge, you looked once more at his vest and the buttons on it.

Snatching the second vest he was offering, you also yanked open one of your dresser drawers to grab a handful of clothing before sprinting into his closet. You weren’t fast enough to evade the pirate entirely, but you were quick enough to close the door on his arm, leaving you with a hand and forearm and the rest of him outside the closet. The surprise maneuver gave you just enough time to snatch corroborating evidence.

The door flew open, exposing Buggy’s contorted face. Before he could throw himself into the tirade ready to splash over, you stopped him with a single word.

“Why?”

Buggy stayed silent. His mouth hung open from words that were unsaid and words that he wasn’t ready to speak. You were upset, he could see it in your face. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

You shook the matching shirts before dropping them and grabbing another pair of clothes from the pile draped on your arm. Another moment of silence fell and so did those clothes. You pulled out a button-up shirt and studied it before letting it fall to the floor. The cardigan you found next had what you were looking for. You pinched a colorful button between your fingers and pointed between it and the button on Buggy’s vest. They matched.

“I don’t understand,” you said, desperate to avoid another quiet moment. 

“I-it wasn’t supposed to happen like this, I didn’t mean it,” Buggy finally blurted out. 

“So you ruined my things on purpose?” The soft quiver in your voice was sharp enough to stab the pirate in the chest.

“No, no, no…” Buggy stumbled over the words and over his feet as he lurched towards you. “Not that, I didn’t do that. I did the buttons and the pockets, I swear!” 

He grabbed some of the clothes you held and started pointing out his handiwork. Your buttons had been replaced with ones that were more detailed and brighter.

“I only did a few at a time so you wouldn’t notice,” he explained hastily, before moving on to the pockets. 

Shoving his hands into any clothing that he worked on previously, Buggy pulled out the new pouches that were made of flashy colors and patterns. Then he exposed his own flashy pockets.

You reached out to touch the fabric in his pocket. There was a bit of stray thread poking out of the hand sewn seam. The seams of your pockets were the same - a clear sign depicting a lack of skill and an abundance of dedication.

“I wanted to match with you sometimes. Just little things, you know? ‘cause we’re a pair. And when your stuff kicked the can, I figured we could match more,” Buggy said quietly, his face turning the same shade of red as his nose. “I didn’t ruin anything on purpose though…those were really accidents.”

“Really?”

“Maybe not Richie… I didn’t think he was going to fuck you up like that. I just wanted him to tear a little hole so I could replace the pockets in those pants next.”

You sighed at the trickle of truth. “And the other things were accidents too?”

Buggy scowled at the scorn in your question, clearly offended that you didn’t believe him. “Yeah, that’s what I said. You think I would yell at my crew for things I told them to do?” 

Silence.

“Well, not this time,” he continued, flustered. “I had them switch laundry duty when it was clear that using irons and paint required training. And I can’t control the weather, we all lose shit when it’s windy out.”

“And my vest today?”

“...I also can’t control the cat. She doesn’t listen to me, you know that.”

“You’re her best friend.”

“And she doesn’t listen to me. Just like you’re not listening to me now!” the frustration in Buggy’s body finally spilled out. Fed up with the argument and his failed plan, the pirate clown left the stuffy closet.

“Wait,” you called out, to no avail. “Buggy, wait!”

When he didn’t listen, you threw what clothes you still held at him. They hit his back with a sad fwump and he stopped walking.

“You really wanted to match with me?” you asked his back.

He nodded.

You wrapped your arms around his figure. “That's it?”

Another nod. 

You pressed your face against his back so your next words were muffled. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

It was sweet. Misguided, but sweet. And that’s what you liked about Buggy. Sometimes his intentions were overshadowed by bad luck, but underneath it all is someone who cares. The more you thought it over, he really wouldn’t have ruined your clothes on purpose. A pirate at heart, he wouldn’t want to spend money if he didn’t have to. He’d rather take things in his own hands, even if that meant poking himself with a needle.

You asked Buggy to stay there while you went back to the closet. After a few moments, you came out and bounced past him. Striking a pose, you gestured towards your new outfit, which matched his exactly. His expression brightened, finally matching the painted smile on his face. 

Buggy walked over and tugged at the hem of the vest. “Nice outfit. It looks good on you.”

You bit back a smile, wondering what he’d say next - that it looks better on him, or that it would look better on the floor. Either of which would be true.

[a-random-weeb]

I want Dazai dressing up as a mummy with all the bandages.

instead of a half wrapped mummy he is now an all wrapped mummy.

him and reader go trick or treating together

A little kid calls dazai a toilet paper cosplayer. Thanks roomie

TYSM FOR THIS HALLOWEEN RELATED REQUEST, IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO DO SO

Also, @ginandginny, I know where you live... MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

Dazai x reader

ꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀ

I believe Dazai has a whole closet dedicated to bandages, so it wasn't hard for him to dress up as a mummy. When you see his costume, you stare at him in shock

"Do... do you have any bandages left?"

"Bold of you to assume this even took a fraction out of the amount of bandages in that closet." You facepalm, done with his BS. He chuckles and pecks your lips "It's a good thing I have all these bandages, that way of you ever get hurt, I can patch you up." No human gas ever made you facepalm more then Dazai, because you just facepalmed for the second time in a row.

"... Idiot. What do you even need all these bandages?" The silence in the room is almost concerning. His mischievous laughter breaks said silence though as he runs off.

"HEY! DONT YOU DARE RUN WHEN CONFRONTED!" You throw a book at him as he runs off.

The both of you stroll down the streets, watching the little kids run around, their laughter precious to you. They run and play, jump scaring eachother and showing off their costumes. You share a similar excitement to then on Halloween, running to each house like a small child. Dazai takes ahold of your hand, leaning in for a kiss before this random boy interrupts your romantic moment.

"You couldn't come up with any better ideas than a toilet paper cosplayer? Oh wait, maybe your a toilet paper zombie?" The boy snarls like a little brat. This seems to trigger something within Dazai, because he scowls

"It's called a mummy you uncultured swine! God, did your mommy teach you anything?🥺" Dazai mocks. You facepalm for the 129th time that night. Dazai continues to mock the kid until he cries, you slap Dazai on the back of the head and lean over to comfort the kid.

"Hey, it's ok. That man is just a total butt hole." You pretend not to know Dazai out of embarrassment. Dazai is both astounded as pissed you took the side of the annoying child. Dazai lifts you by your waist, carrying you along with your bag of candy home. You two were done trick or treating anyway.

"Why would you take the side of the kid?!" He scoffs, obviously fake offended.

"You made the poor thing cry!" You defend.

"I bet I can make you cry if you come to the bed with me~" Dazai winks, ducking when you throw another book at him.

"We'll see about that..."

[mermaid-trash]

Genshin Men with a stoner!reader

summary: Kaeya, Diluc, Venti, Tighnari, Kazuha, and Itto (separate) x stoner!gn!reader headcanons (

a/n: so I read these headcanons from @rabuchu and honestly I agreed that there should be more stoner!reader content for genshin soooo....here ya go 🫴

Kaeya would be eager to smoke with you after noticing how relaxed you seem to be while stoned, he'll happily try it at least once just to see how different it feels to being drunk. He gets even more physically affectionate than usual when he's high, constantly stroking and tickling and nipping and groping at wherever on your body he can reach. He thinks you look so pretty when you're stoned, so soft and sweet with heavy eyelids and a dazed smile playing on your lips that he desperately wants to kiss.

Diluc probably prefers to see you stoned than drunk, he's seen too many people get a messy kind of drunk in the tavern and so he prefers to see you cuddled up in a blanket on the couch of the winery when he returns home. You just look so comfortable and safe and that's all he's ever wanted for you. Diluc won't smoke with you, but he will either buy or grow weed for you, and also makes sure the kitchens are always stocked with your favourite snacks and meals, and he'll carry you up to bed whenever you fall asleep on the couch.

Venti doesn't love the smell or taste of weed so he won't smoke with you, but he's more than happy to drink while you smoke! You sit together on Starsnatch cliff late in the afternoon, him chugging stolen bottles of wine and you puffing on joints, lying side by side in the grass below the setting sun, talking and telling stories and giggling for hours on end. He loves seeing you all blushy and hazy-eyed, and the sound of your breathless giggles make his heart feel like it's soaring.

Tighnari has almost definitely dabbled in smoking plants before, so he is happy to join you for a smoke whenever he has free time (which is very rare). Usually it happens late at night when he's finished with his work; you lie in bed together, legs tangled together, and share a joint as you share stories about your days with the smoke-hazed ceiling. If he isn't smoking with you, he does his best to look after you instead, preparing your favourite food and making sure your high doesn't take a bad turn.

Kazuha already smokes, and loves how much more relaxing it is to smoke with you by his side. Sitting side by side in the grass, leaning heavily against each other and watching the sunset as you pass the joint back and forth so easily, effortlessly keeping pace with each other and talking about everything and nothing at once; he would spend every day like this if he could. While he's stoned, Kazuha just wants to listen to you speak. He all but pleads for you to tell him stories or just talk about whatever's on your mind, he just wants to hear your voice because it soothes him.

Itto doesn't smoke, but he's one of the best people to be around when you smoke simply because he's so much fun. He'll steal candy or whatever snacks you get a craving for, and when your body starts to feel too heavy to walk places he'll simply throw you over his shoulder and carry you there. The first time he did that, you laughed so hard at the sensation of swaying against his back that he found himself laughing too, harder and harder until you both ended up in a pile on the floor, laughing at nothing- that was when Itto realised he adored the sound of your laughter and would do anything to hear it for the rest of his life.

[slasher-male-wife]

What slashers do on their s/o's birthday

So today is my birthday. I'm officially 17 and I wanted to celebrate with a fic for myself and any other April babies. I hope y'all enjoy this.

Includes: Carrie White, Michael Myers, Leslie Vernon, Candyman, Norman Bates and Jesse Cromeans

Warnings: Implied stalking in Leslie's part

Carrie White

She's going to bake you whatever cake you want her to make. She's going to go all out for you on your birthday. Like she's putting effort into making this for you.

A gift from her is going to be a special birthday outfit that she made. She had you pick out the pattern and the fabric beforehand and gives it to you to wear on your birthday.

Also probably makes you a card. That or she writes a very heart felt note in a card she bought in her cursive hand writing.

She's also cooking you your favorite dinner. Whatever it is you want she'll make it for you. She's never had a special birthday that she got to celebrate so she wants to make it special for you.

I also feel like she'd be more open to physical affection on your birthday. She's a more reserved person so her holding you hand or giving you a kiss on the cheek is a big deal to her, but she's doing it because you mean so much to her.

Michael Myers

Might not remember that it's your birthday. He's a kind of busy guy who's already doing a lot by not killing you and being your boyfriend so he doesn't think it's a big deal if he forgets.

He in general doesn't understand why people celebrate birthdays. He thinks it's a little dumb but he's not going to say that, or really anything, to you.

When you remind him, he goes out and steals a gift for you. Something he's heard you mention before. Most likely from someones house. But if he's feeling like it he might steal it from a store.

If you're really close to him he'll put a tag with his name on it. It's going to be horrible hand writing that you could barely read but him writing "from Michael" is something really special.

If you have a cake on your birthday he'll happily eat some with you. Depending on how close you are, he might lift up his mask and eat it in the same room as you but it really depends on how long he's known you.

Leslie Vernon

He's been planning this since he first laid his eyes on you. At first you were going to be a victim but he ended up catching feelings for you and now you're dating. But that hasn't stopped him from learning everything about you.

He's going to be a bit of an asshole and act like he doesn't know that it's your birthday. He's going to act like it's a normal day and ask you to go out and get something so he can set up a surprise for you.

That surprise being something that you've wanted for a very long time. Whatever it is he finds a way to get it for you and sets it up while you're out of the house.

Also buys you a cake. He tried to make one himself but he was so bad at it that he had to throw it away and clean up half the kitchen.

He also does try to scare you a little bit. He just likes scaring people and you're one of them. He's sorry about it afterwards if you didn't like it but he thought it would be funny.

Candy man

He doesn't know his birthday, even if he did when he was alive he'd probably forget it by now. But he always remembers your birthday, for as long as you're with him he'll remember it.

I feel like he didn't know how to write when he was alive but in the afterlife he learned how to, meaning he's going to write you a lengthy love poem. He's going to be detailing everything he loves about you in this poem and more.

He's also getting you flowers, partly because of his bees, partly because he's a classic romantic. He's not getting you just any flowers either. He's stealing you your favorite flowers.

He's also taking you out on a date. A non-traditional one because, well he's an undead man who has supernatural powers. But it's still nice. Probably a walk around at night somewhere romantic.

I feel like he doesn't eat food because he doesn't need to but if you have cake for your birthday he's happy to sit with you and enjoy it together.

Norman Bates

He has your birthday marked on his calendar the moment he realizes that he loves you. He double checks before writing it down on his calendar and having a countdown.

He's going to make you breakfast in bed. Whatever your favorite breakfast foods are he's going to make them for you and serve you in bed, but he's going to stress not to get crumbs on the bed.

Like Leslie he's getting you a special gift that you've been talking a lot about. Anything that you really want he's going to get for you one way or another.

He's probably going to buy you a cake. He might make one and if he does it turns out pretty good because it was his mothers recipe. But he might get too anxious to actually do that so he's going to most likely buy a cake for you.

Like Carrie he's going to be more physically affectionate too. He'll be pretty nervous the first time he holds your hand for an extended period of time but he ends up craving more physical affection.

Jesse Cromeans

He's going to spoil you the entire day, no matter if you want him to or not. This man has money to burn he's not going to let you act like you don't deserve to be treated.

He either buys you gifts you've wanted or just gives you a ton of money to go shopping with him. He'll probably find some subtle way to ask you before your birthday and plan according to that.

He also takes you out to whatever fancy restaurant you want to go to. He's a rich and powerful man so he can get his assistant to get you two a table at whatever restaurant you want to go to.

If you want a cake for your birthday he gets the best bakery nearby to make you one according to your exact desires. He writes down exactly what you want and has his assistant help with getting it done.

You know how people put cash in cards for your birthday? Jesse stuffs way too much cash in your card. As if all of what he's doing today isn't enough, you're getting at least 3,000 dollars in your birthday card.

[wroteclassicaly]

A/N: I just love being horny and angsty today, lol. This is extremely heavy content, so read at your own risk. There’s no happy ending (right now). I’m debating on making it a part of a published fic I have, but idk… we will see. Maybe I’ll just do a continuation and make it happy??

Warnings: Language, unrequited feelings, mentions of blood/injury, mentions of death, angst/tragedy without a happy ending (not in this, anyways, so be warned).

Imagine being in love with Steve. You’re there, you’ve always been there. And when you think he feels it too, when you think it’s time — that it’s okay, that you shouldn’t wait to tell him how much you care about him, how you truly feel — you hear him tell Nancy that his future has always been with her in his mind. His RV, his kiddos. And suddenly, every look he’s ever given you, every lingering touch of his hand, those nights where he held you in bed and kissed your forehead, those times when he always let you pick the movies and eat his candy, all the times you both had nightmares and climbed through one another’s windows, each and every single time you treated one another’s wounds (mental and physical) — you were seeing it through one side.

Your chest swells with heat, your throat goes dry, bones dusted to ash beneath your pulverized heart. Your ribcage is a dead zoned, tattered full of aching pressure. You can’t breathe.

You’re in love. And so is Steve, but it’s not with you.

He’s always wanted Nancy, he never got over her. And he never moved on to you.

When you went to prom, because everyone should get to, you had told him — he wished he was dancing with Nancy.

After the Russians, it was her arms he wanted solace in.

When he held your hand, it wasn’t your fingers that fit perfectly.

When you pictured losing your virginity to him, it was her he craved in his bed.

He didn’t cum with your name on his lips, not like you did with his.

And as Robin sees your eyes fill with tears when your group of four approaches Henry’s house — a look of soft recognition coats her features.

You go on, you wait for your signal, but as plans are often thwarted — you hear a ticking in the distance. You know what’s coming before it does. When he finds you, you see Max fade from his hold, in time for El to grab her. She can’t save you both, but that’s fine. She isn’t sure how you’re suddenly here, but she can sense it.

But it doesn’t matter to you, not really. You will choose Steve every time, even if he never chooses you. You will love him until you are gone, even if you take that secret to the grave. As long as he’s alive, as long as he’s okay…

Vecna’s sharp hand reaches out for you and you close your eyes as he presses in. His touch is Steve’s hand on your face, his icy voice Steve’s raspy laugh, his disgusting, burnt scent — Steve’s soft spice. It’s okay.

When your feet leave the floor, Steve is throwing his cocktail, barely able to see through his tears, his chest exploding with rage and sheer panic. Nancy attacks him after Steve and Robin. It works, but not in time. And that’s okay. You’re still breathing as you awaken, everything numb. You can barely make his silhouette out through the dried blood around your lash line. He screams for Nancy and Robin to help him, to go find someone.

And through the charred remains of Vecna, the particles this underworld carries — you still smell Steve Harrington. You reach up to caress his face, and with your last breath… everything is okay, because you love him.

// eat me paragraph //

[cecilxa]

dress up, darling!

summary: hallowe’en is a festive time of the year, so why not participate? (what the different genshin guys would dress up for hallowe’en + scenarios)

pairings: cyno, thoma, venti, tighnari, ayato and zhongli

contents: established relationships in all scenarios, fluff, humour, slightly angsty in zhongli's part, gn!reader

cw: general alcohol consumption + drunken-ness in venti's part, talks about death + grief + loss in zhongli's part, mentions of kidnapping in ayato's

a/n: somthing very different to what i would normally do! had a lot of fun envisioning the outifts they would have on :) oh yeah, before i forget, has nothing to do with the manga/ anime if you're wondering with the title

wc: 3.6k

cyno— lupus aureus  ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Seeing the (usually) stoic General Mahamatra pouting with a faint blush on his cheeks is a rare sight. So rare, in fact, that you just had to snap a quick picture. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) the Kamera you were using was quite loud, alerting Cyno of your deeds. He sighs- albeit fondly- and his blush intensifies even further. There’s really no way of putting it lightly, but getting to see Cyno dressed up in a werewolf costume is extremely amusing. 

His usual headdress is now topped off with some thick grey (fake) wolf fur, which cascades down his face, covering some of his white hair. Accompanying his new ears, Cyno now dons a very large, very comical pair of claws, made out of the same kind of fur. The nails on his claws are exaggeratingly sharp, which reminds you of a poorly trimmed bear, rather than a ferocious man-wolf. Cyno, still being Cyno, insisted that he keep his polearm with him, so now your already adorable werewolf is carrying his polearm with him, which he denies is hard to carry around with the claws on his hands (the concentration on his face tells another story). 

You ask him why he even needs it when you’re just going trick or treating around Aaru Village, and he replies as seriously as ever, blush disappearing.

“You never know where danger lurks. I need to protect you, to make sure you don’t get hurt.” 

Well, you weren’t going to deny any type of reasoning from your ever-loving partner, were you? Especially ones that had your heart racing at speeds so fast, even he probably wouldn’t even be able to reach it. You smile at him, eyes twinkling, and laugh. 

“There’s no point in protecting me if there’s nothing to protect me from! Let’s head out into the dangers of young children searching for candy, my sweet yet brooding werewolf!” 

Cyno grumbles at the subtle mockery of your last words, yet can’t deny the soft thumping of his heart whenever you call him yours. Maybe this foolish costume is alright, if the silly fur and claws brightens up your night just a little bit.

thoma— rubeum scutum ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

“Boo!” 

A pair of hands cover your eyes, as your assailant pulls you closer towards them. 

“Guess who it is?” 

If the cheery voice didn’t give it away, then the attempted kiss on your cheek definitely did. However, you didn’t want to end the game early, so instead of guessing correctly, you decided to have a little bit of fun. It is the season of tricks, after all. 

“Hmm… the mysterious and handsome Ayato? Ooh- oh the elegant and poised Ayaka!” 

The hands turn you around, and your assailant throws off the white cotton sheet. Replacing the costume’s two black eyes and black smile, is a very handsome Thoma, who is currently very much pouting at the very wrong answers you had given. 

“Babe…” 

You can’t help but melt inside at your boyfriend’s antics, who’s acting very cute and almost impossible to resist. You pat his cheek and smile.

“Aw, I knew it was you, Thoma. I was just messing with you.” 

Now knowing that you thought to have upset him, his previous pout turns into a devious smirk as you continue to smile at him obliviously. When you finally catch on, it’s too late. He’s already starting to tickle your sides, grinning at your laughter (or pain, however you want to put it). Your breaths come out in short pants, trying to pry the blonde off of your body. This effort comes to no avail, though, as he then begins to sprinkle in some kisses along with his tickles. One on your forehead, one on your cheek, one on your neck, one on your shoulder, he laughs along with you. Dotted in very carefully, almost like a dance, there’s one place his lips never come into contact with. 

The moment tears begin coming out of your eyes, Thoma’s hands immediately recede, as he leaves you to rest on the ground alongside his body. Even though his hands may have stopped tickling you, his touches never leave, as he continues to pepper your face with a multitude of butterfly kisses, gentle as the breeze from his homeland. His eyes soften, as he lets himself indulge in your presence. Thoma likes admiring you, and thinks that he’s the luckiest person in Teyvat to have ended up with someone so angelic.

When you finally calm down and regain your breath, his arms have left you, and what now stands in front of you is a ghost, unusually shaped, and not at all what the Inazuman tales describe them as. You narrow your eyes playfully and ask the mysterious creature an important question. 

“Who are you, again?”

The ghost doesn’t respond, but instead pulls you up, under its blanket. Thoma’s eyes sparkle under the sheet of white, sunlight peeking in through the cotton. He leans forward ever so closely, your lips nearly touching, breaths intermingling, as he finally gives you an answer. A ghost can be just as playful, with a heart that beats to the sound of a lover’s laugh.

venti— carmen dei ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

A clown. Venti is a clown, both literally and figuratively. His hair has been dyed, or, more possibly, stained, bright red, and the same thing has happened to his lips. His complexion is also much paler than his usual skin tone, and he’s moving so irrationally you think he’s got invisible clown shoes on. What’s most prominent about the whole look is the unmistakeable stench of pure alcohol wafting off of his body. It comes off in waves, sometimes subtle, sometimes harsh and intense. Obviously, his ‘quick trip’ to the Angel’s Share took a turn, and now he’s black out drunk. 

One of his arms is lifted onto your shoulder, as the rest of his body slumps down to the ground. You’re trying to hold up his weight, while he’s doing whatever the motion of hobbling and then randomly stopping at inopportune times to throw up is. Adding to your struggle, guess what? Venti’s an affectionate drunk. In this case, too affectionate for his own good. While you’re trying your very hardest to get him home, he’s trying his very hardest to accost you. Sloppy kisses all over the left side of your face, his arms wrapping around you so tightly, it’s as if he’s turned into a sloth. 

“Venti… please get off of me. I can’t take you home with you clinging onto my neck.” 

Hoping that he’d hear the tiredness in your voice, you say this with as much deadpan as you can muster. But of course he doesn’t, and he instead holds you even closer, almost shouting at this point. 

“But I love you so much~ How can I accept your request when all I want to do is cuddle you forever!~” 

This is promptly followed by a series of hics and burps, which ultimately cancel out the- usually- romantic phrases. 

When you finally get home, way after you hear the clock strike one, you place (more like dump) him on your sofa, and rush over to the sink to get him a glass of water. He- thank the archons- drinks it without fuss, and you start heading up to go to the bedroom to get a couple of blankets, when a pair of arms pull you down onto the sofa. The pillows are soft, and it being so early in the morning, exhaustion doesn’t take long to root in your brain, making you sleepy. 

How warm Venti feels doesn’t help your situation, either. He doesn’t lay off on his affections, gazing at you as if you had created all of the stars in the sky. Grinning happily, he smooches you on both of your cheeks, making a very loud sound as he does so. Cheerily laughing out loud, in his drunken stupor, he doesn’t hesitate to proclaim the endless well of love he has for you, and even offers to sing you a song. 

“Baby, you’re so cute! I want to eat you up like those drinks at the Angel’s Share!~” 

You’re too tired to even comment on how you can’t eat drinks, and how his lyrics are much less poetic than usual. You just want to lay in his arms and sleep for an eternity. Patting his cheeks and mumbling a few small praises about his improvised ballad, you promptly succumb to your exhaustion, and fall asleep. Venti, however, perks up at your praise, and his grin turns up impossibly wider at the positive remarks. 

“Aw, baby, I love you too!” 

He hasn’t even noticed you had fallen asleep, but when he gets a lack of response, he sobers up a little (he still has to take care of you), and shuffles a little bit to get you more comfortable. You mustn’t wake up feeling uncomfortable, that would never do!

Grin softening, all he does is stroke your hair gently for a few minutes, basking in your presence. Trying not to disturb your sleep, he allows himself only a few words before heading off for dreamland himself. 

“I may look and act like a clown, but at least I’m yours.”

tighnari— vulpes zerda ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Tighnari stares at you with a straight face. It’s leaning towards a glare, but you know he would never actually be mad at you… right? To be fair, dressing up in his old uniform might not have been your brightest idea, but it certainly was one of the funniest. To see your beloved donning the regulated green pattern, a symbol of the Amurta Darshan, brightened up your day significantly. 

It’s not a surprise that Tighnari fees disdain for certain members of the Akademiya, and by wearing the very same clothing they were wearing, it served as an act of rebellion and distrust. At least, that’s what he’s trying to convince himself of, your smirk not helping matters at all. In fact, you just wanted to see him as what he looked like when he was younger, still a scholar of the Akademiya. It’s very jarring, his usual garments strewn all over your shared bed, instead, replaced by a very simple robe of green, gold and white. 

For all his complaining, you can’t help but notice the twitch of his ears when you remark at how cute he looks in this piece of clothing, and how you wished you had met him when he was younger. Tighnari’s eyebrows furrow, and he takes a breath, starting to lecture you on how there would be no possible way you would’ve met, because there would be no possible way you would’ve been smart enough to get in. 

A gasp of betrayal leaves you, as his eyes sparkle in mirth, tail swishing in amusement. His hand lays on your forehead, almost as if to cradle it, but then he flicks you (although not too harshly) instead. 

“You lummox, I’m joking.”

 A pause. “Well, that’s good because-”

“I’d have no time for you.” 

At these words, you shoot him a harsh glare, tongue poking out of your mouth as the corners of his mouth slowly start to turn up. 

You’re about to start on your retorts when Collei’s voice interrupts your would-be (loving) argument. 

“Master! The kids are already here and they’re getting impatient!” 

Tighnari replies to her, while gently rubbing the spot where he had previously flicked your forehead. 

“Alright, Collei, tell them I’ll be there in a few moments. Remember to take your medicine later.” 

You hear footsteps receding, which you can assume is Collei leaving for the main area of Gandharva Ville. 

After a few seconds, you feel an arm curl around your shoulder, gently pressing you against Tighnari’s body, contrasting the teasing nature of his earlier actions. You reach up to interlock a hand with his, and he smiles, relishing in this domestic feeling. 

“Well then, if you’re so smart, help me with these candies.” 

You gladly respond, and grab a handmade basket filled to the brim with all sorts of sweet treats and goodies, destined to give any parent a headache from all the cavities their children would subsequently get. Tighnari carries another one with his spare hand, heading outside with you next to him, arm still cradled around your shoulder, and hands still interlocked as tightly as ever. Blinded by love, he’s even forgotten about his Akademiya uniform.

ayato— cypressus custos ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

You can’t help but slightly drool at the sight of Ayato in a vampire costume. Never in a million years would you have thought red, black and gold would’ve suited him this well. You can’t even call it a costume at this point, fitting him so well, and the quality of the fabric so high, that if you hadn’t known him, anybody would’ve thought that this was an outfit meant for a prestigious event, for only the richest of the rich. 

A blood red waistcoat adorned with (probably real) gold buttons had been fitted to his exact measurements, and you could clearly see the outline of his waist. Contrasting the extravagant waistcoat, a simple white shirt was layered underneath, and attached to his neck was a billowing black cape. He also wore plain black trousers (fitted, of course), and luxury shoes that you were sure he wasn’t supposed to be wearing on a walk through the woods. Scratch that, anything he was wearing probably wasn’t meant to be worn on a walk through the woods, for fear that they would stain or tear. 

The very last thing- that Ayato insisted on himself- was two sharp fangs attached to his top canines. It made the whole thing ‘more immersive’. To be fair, walking through Chinju Forest at night, with the blue flowers illuminating your path, and the moonlight streaming through the tree’s canopy would’ve been extremely romantic, if only for the fear that Ayato was actually going to bite you. ‘Immersive’ indeed. 

Earlier that day, he had been getting very excited on dressing up as a vampire, and even offered to give you a mark on your neck to make you seem like his victim, which you profusely declined with a red flush all across your face, as you were in public, right in front of all of his retainers. 

He had seemed a little disappointed at your refusal, and for the whole walk to Chinju Forest, you could feel his stare on your neck. It’s a little disconcerting, considering his wily nature, and you can’t help but think that he’s got something up his sleeve to finally achieve his goal. However, you reason to yourself, that him trying to trick you into letting him mark your neck was not the point of this date, and instead enjoying each others company was. With this newfound logic, you were determined to have some time alone and relax, being one of the only days off that he would get in a long time. 

Lost in your thoughts, a hand comes up to interlock with yours, and you feel it being lifted up to a set of plush lips. A deceivingly charming smile makes its way onto Ayato’s face, and he chuckles, eyes sparkling. 

“My love, don’t fret. I’m not planning on harming you in any way. That would be the last thing on my mind, after all.” 

You narrow your eyes at his words, used to his tricks, but acknowledge that he would never do anything to actively hurt you. Quite the opposite actually; you still hadn’t heard a single word of those people who had tried to kidnap you last year after Ayato had ‘dealt with them’. Shelving your suspicions to the back of your mind, you allow yourself to smile back at him, looking forward to the night ahead. 

After around an hour of ambling and admiring the peaceful scenery, your legs are getting a little tired, and you’re feeling a little chilly. The wind nips at your bare arms, and you struggle to contain the shivers that come along with the cold. Still holding hands, Ayato can feel you getting slightly shakier, and he sighs fondly. 

“Love, I did tell you to bring a spare jacket, just in case you got cold. I don’t care about whether it matches with your outfit or not; you’re still as captivating as the day I met you.” 

He proceeds to unclasp his cape from his dress shirt, and attaches it to you instead. It softly billows in the wind, but the plush fabric covers you enough so that you don’t get too cold from the cool breeze. This leaves Ayato in his waistcoat, and shirt, frilly cuffs out for all to see. Seeking some other kind of warmth, his arms encircle your waist, as his head rests on your shoulder. The long walk has tired him out as well- even though he may not want to admit it- evidenced by his droopy eyes. 

To further prove this, he nestles his face into your neck, his hair slightly tickling your shoulders. You can feel a sleepy smile emerging on his face, as he subtly kisses your neck. It’s soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the enthusiasm of his past attempts, lips barely brushing your skin. 

Multiple kisses later, Ayato’s still not given up on peppering your neck with his lips, and it doesn’t seem like he will in a long time. He mumbles sweet nothings between kisses, which leave you melting on the inside. With his dopey smile, and his gentle eyes, this is a whole new side of him you rarely get to see. It’s a pleasant feeling, however, and you’re not complaining. You’ll let the suave and sneaky vampire get his way today. He’s not out for blood, but for a love as sweet as candy.

zhongli— lapis dei ✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

It’s no secret that Zhongli boasts a wide variety of random trivia and knowledge, ranging from herbal teas to precious gems. What is a secret- to most people- is that he also possesses the ability to transform into a dragon on command. Well, more like the ability to hide his true dragon form, and appear as a day-to-day human. 

On special occasions, however, the Geo Archon likes to humour you, and let some of his human attributes fade away, leaving him with his draconic ones instead. Hallowe’en is one of those occasions wherein most people (not knowing about his secret identity) would’ve marvelled at how realistic his ‘costume’ was. 

A thin, scaly, brown tail that twitched every time you kissed him on the cheek; two golden horns made out of the same substance as his tail, and subtle yellow Geo tattoos adorning his arms and chest. He could’ve gone further, but with how many children were constantly pulling on his tail as they walked by somewhat annoyed him. 

He’s distracted from the children by you laughing at the expression on his face, amused by the clear frown of his eyebrows and slight downturn of his lips. You would even haphazard a guess as to say that the Geo Archon, Morax, was pouting. He’s never usually been this expressive, more often sticking to a perfectly neutral smile. Perhaps letting loose of his façade helped him with expressing his emotions more freely. 

The fires in his eyes simmer down as soon as he looks at your figure, as he contentedly smiles, past encounters of the children disappearing from his memories as fast as an avalanche, replaced by thoughts of you. It’s already been a few years since you’d started dating- or courting as he likes to put it- but Zhongli feels like he’s still stuck in the honeymoon stage. Every laugh, every twinkle in your eye, every butterfly that you give him never fails to help him fall even further. 

For someone who’s lived for over 2000 years, Zhongli wants nothing but to spend even more time with you, which is both a blessing and a curse. You’re a mortal; he’s a god; death is inevitable. Seasons change, and the tides turn; yet he stays as still as a rock, unmoving and everlasting. Grief is not unfamiliar to him; how many people has he seen be slain and destroyed? It’s too many to count. 

Too many become the norm for Zhongli, but he can’t deny the strain of his heart when he thinks about your timely demise. He can’t deny the fact that he’ll miss you; that he’ll never get to feel your body against his, never getting to see your oh-so-lovely smile, and that he’ll never get to say I love you ever again. Because you’ll be gone, but Zhongli will remain, immovable as a mountain of sturdy rock. 

For someone who’s lived for as long as he has, he knows that the sadness will subdue; that the initial grief will pass over as he carries on with his duties. But he also knows that it may never go away. The longing that he will feel; the sorrow that will inevitably fill him up; the pain- when it comes to you- will never truly dissipate. It’s as much of a part of Zhongli as his own, wandering mind. 

But when these thoughts take over, he’s reminded of you, again. You, who starts them, and you, who ends them. It’s taken a long time to reach this conclusion, but it’s not been for naught. Because as inevitable and final as death is, Zhongli still has the present to give to you. Time may not be on his side, but he can try to fill your life with as few regrets as possible, and as much happiness as there can be, because what else is the goal of a dedicated and immortal lover to live by their everything until their deathbed? 

So when he has to tolerate some children tugging on his scaly tail on a dreary Hallowe’en day, if to see that smile on your face, he thinks that it’s worth it. There’s no time like the present, as the youngsters say, and Zhongli can’t help but think that they were right all along.

a/n: if you’ve come all the way to the end, tysm for reading :DD i really hoped you enjoyed! this was very different compared to what i’d usually write, different layouts too, i might continue doing multi character for big events, we’ll just have to see :)) likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 🧡🧡

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Halloween prompt: House takes baby!Thirteen out trick or treating for the first time

hehe, I love this prompt! ty Jet for submitting it <3

House isn't much of a holiday person. But even he can't deny that Halloween is objectively the best holiday of them all, especially now that he has a kid (and a cute kid at that). Free candy to mooch from just from walking around the block? Sign him up.

Thirteen is dressed in the costume she insisted upon: a huge, round jack-o-lantern, with some adjustments made to make the face properly scary looking. (which Bee/oddlittlestories did a drawing of!!) she's pretty chatty for her age, and House has spent the past few days drilling her on how to say "trick or treat" as adorably as possible. She's practiced and got it down-pat. She's so ready for this. She's going to be the cutest kid in all of fucking Plainsboro.

First stop of the night is Wilson's apartment (of course). House carries Thirteen up to the doorstep and is giving her a pep talk. "You remember what we practiced, right? I knock on the door, I'll put you down, the door opens– that's when you hit 'em with the big guns. You remember what to say?" Thirteen nods. (Of course she does, she's his kid and she's smart as a whip. He's confident.) "Alright, let's get this show on the road. Knock 'em dead."

House knocks on the door, sets her down on the ground, takes one step back. He can hear muffled footsteps from inside. The door opens, and he sees the silhouette of Wilson holding a bowl full of candy. Before he can say anything, Thirteen throws her arms up, jumps towards him, and shouts "ROAR!" at the top of her little lungs.

House puts his head in his hands (but he's laughing behind them). When he looks up, Wilson is feigning terror as Thirteen toddles towards him, the giant pumpkin costume wobbling adorably with each step. "I got you, Jimmy!"

"What happened to 'trick-or-treat'?" House asks.

Wilson crouches down to Thirteen's height, and then pretends to be knocked aside when she gently baps him with one little hand. "I think she decided that SHE wanted to be both the trick and the treat."

"Yeah!" Thirteen grins and points to her costume. "Look, Jimmy! Scary!" (but of course she can't say her R's yet).

"Absolutely terrifying." House agrees. "But hey, Lucky Thirteen. Don't you want to show Jimmy what we practiced?"

"What you practiced?" Wilson raises a brow.

Thirteen frowns. "Not scary."

"You can be as blood-curdlingly horrifying as you want after we get some candy."

Thirteen brightens again. "Okay!" Without hesitation, she holds out her fabric candy basket and looks up at Wilson with the most adorable little smile he's ever seen. "T'ick o' t'eat!" (To her credit, she enunciates well for her age, minus those damn R's).

"Oh my god." Wilson looks up at House with an expression that's half-horrified, half-intrigued. House grins. "You trained her. Like a dog."

"T'ick o' t'eat!" Thirteen repeats, and pushes her basket against Wilson's knee. "Candy?"

"She's not a dog, Wilson. She's a finely tuned magnet for all the candy in Plainsboro."

"Yes, you can have some candy," Wilson assures Thirteen. He reaches for the discarded bowl and pulls out a small handful to drop into her basket. Looking back up at House, he says, "You are terrible. I expect a cut of no less than thirty percent of your earnings."

"Save me the Reese's in that bowl and we have a deal."

Thirteen ends up trying to scare people at almost half of the houses, but she's so adorable that she's showered with candy regardless. By the end of the night they've got enough to last them weeks.

[brights-place]

Omg hello!! I’m back, again (sorry). you write LJ and CP so GOOOD??? I also love how you include Night Terrors, most people don’t know about him nor include him if they do. So, can I request relationship headcanons with them? Literally obsessed with both them and your writing.💗💗

Dating LJ & Candy Pop Headcannons

A/N: I'm just vibing and I'm close to passing out on my desk because of school work oml! Anyways sorry for not answering requests! I’ve been busy! Also It’s a shame that if they where real they would kill us on the spot but glad it’s just fiction! Enjoy <33

Pairings: Laughing Jack, and Candypop

Warnings: Cussing, Slight Gore, Fluff moments, Murderers, Clowns, S/O simping for a CLOWN! YEAH I SEE YOU!

Laughing Jack

- First Met when you strolled upon his Circus by accident. You didn’t mean to find it you just did.

- You We’re Running around from the ghosts of the children’s he killed.

- Even though you where being chased you were screaming pop goes the weasel with the music

- Planned on killing you once you ran into the tent but when you were in awe looking at him he was shocked.

- You poked him and circled around him complimenting his looks.

- Giant ego boost…

- Tries to share his poisoned candy with you but you declined

- Tried multiple times to kill you but failed because you would turn it down or you would poof out of nowhere when something dropped from the sky to hit you and you come back holding food.

- You started gossiping with him about what was going on with your life and with people.

- Spilled secrets about shit and he talked about his own gossip

- Warmed up and didn’t plan to kill you.

- let you leave and Slenderman was pissed once he found out.

- took him convincing to chill out and he did after awhile.

- LJ Likes to stalk you from afar to make sure your safe.

- When he watched you kill somebody with your own hands he was grinning and cackling.

- You Found him hunched over behind a bush laughing.

- You started dating after a Year

- You confessed first when you guys where on the Ferris wheel of his Carnival (Cliche much)

- His Love Language is physical touch he clings into you whenever he can

- you guys are a chaotic duo

- CP’s tried to kill you when you first went to the mansion.

- LJ Just flexes that he has a S/O

- Slender was LIVID! it was hilarious

- He shares his candy with you

- you two prank others whenever your bored

- Forehead and cheek kisses

-He has to bend down whenever you wanna kiss him

- if he gets mad he would go to you and wrap himself around you and your stuck cuddling until he stops which is rare.

- Falls asleep to when you stroke his hair

- You like to take care of his music box

- when he saw you cleaning it he got on one knee and pulled out a candy ring, you laughed.

- He dosen’t like you hanging out with others sometimes scared you will abandoned him like Issac did.

- When you have a problem with something he finds it adorable ESPECIALLY when your pissed at someone.

- When he throws his tantrums you are the person that’s reached out to and to soothe him.

- Protects you with all of his murderous heart.

- He was heartless but when you told him you loved him for the first time his creepy smile actually turned into a heartwarming one

- Wants to be around you forever

- Sometimes he worries that you will die and he will have to live with the memory of you passing away infront of him.

- Loads of breakdowns but your always there and he is there for you.

- You two sometimes dance together with classical music and it’s very special.

- like to show you tricks he can do and you always applaud him.

- Sharp teeth.

- Matching rings

- He bit you once… Never Again

- A Person *Cough* Candypop *Cough* tried to take the ring he gave you away and he was pissed.

- Whenever he can he will go up to you pick you up and nuzzle his face in your shoulder while carrying you away to his pocket dimension (The circus)

Candy-Pop

- Planned to kill you in your dreams and drive you to commit $u1cd3 but he was in awe when looking at you and how you reacted when first meeting him.

- Picks you up like your a cat and your now his ig?

- He Likes to talk shit about people to you while you listen.

- He Likes Making you laugh and when you do his heart just bursts.

- Likes putting his head on-top of yours

- Confessed his feelings for you out of the blue in your dream. You were shocked but told him you ‘Like him back’

- loves flirting and teasing you whenever he can and especially when he likes to stick his tongue out to bug you.

- Hard to understand but you got used to it after awhile.

- He planned on killing you once he got bored but he never did.

- Love Language is Quality time and a tad bit of Words of Affirmation

- likes when you boost his ego

- Play with his hair or hands he will swoon.

- Whenever he’s around you his ears twitches

- Flexes at night terror for having a S/O while he dosen’t

- Night terror just scolds him and tells him that they technically share you due to the fact that they are combined into the same body.

- He threw a tantrum

- Your able to soothe him with just a hand on his face

- He Likes to try convince you to match jester outfits soemtimes

- Carries you over his shoulder when he can

- Flipped off anybody in the mansion who questioned why you where here

- He Likes to cuddle you until you pop

- It’s difficult to understand what he does sometimes but you learned after awhile that It was just him being him.

- Since he can shapeshift you will always been in awe

- He Likes to show you tricks he can do.

- Grows in heigh on command if he wants to and likes to mock you with it.

- He is scared that if you see his True form you would leave him alone and he wouldn’t want that EVER

- He loves watching you do things it brings him peace.

- Though he can’t be in the human realm long he appears sometimes to give you kisses and hugs.

- Find him trying on your clothes cause he was curious

- Likes the taste of your blood.

- Your arm had a Giant teeth mark for a month.

- When you killed someone out of anger he was watching and hugged you praising you while you were crying for killing someone.

- He Is amazing at silk ropes for some reason so you watch him do tricks and he offered to teach you.

- He loves being around you without you being around now he just stands still and blinks while Jason the toy maker stares at him with a deadpanned expression

- “What are you doing?” “Waiting for my S/O to come back” “There going on a holiday for a month!” “Yeah? So I’m still waiting” “Are you just gonna wait till she comes back?” “Yup!” “DO YOUR JOB” “Sheesh fine! Fucking red headed weirdo”

- He Likes when you compliment him out of nowhere he just finds it amazing and because it gives him an ego boost.

- When he has Problems… He goes to you straight away while you try and keep him relaxed and calm.

- two personalities fighting for dominance you don’t know which will appear but you will still be there for them.

- He cries in your arms even though he is a demon.

- He sleeps in your arms and feels safe in there wherever you are he feels safe.

- He caresses your face while you sleep muttering words of affirmation and kissing your cheek.

- He Likes when you rant to him about people it’s funny to him.

- When you hurt yourself by accident he laughs loudly.

- He is very flexible VERY flexible

- He Likes to appear out of nowhere and watch you until he speaks and you scream your lungs out.

- he couldn’t find you for a day and he was panicking and losing his shit.

- A Man was tossed that day…

- It was Ben he was thrown across the room since CandyPop thought one of them took you.

- you came back with groceries later for the mansion.

- You had to apologise to Ben and offer to buy him new games

- Scared of losing you one day. Probably dying by his hands or from an unknown reason.

- He uses cheesy pick up lines.

- let’s you pain his nails.

- You wanting to do his hair? He’s down for it as long as he looks good killing his victims!

- Somebody *Cough* LJ *Cough* ruined the hairstyle that you did for him and he lost it.

- He Likes to dance with you in any type of way but prefers slow dancing more.

- He listens to lots of R&B music and likes to make you listen to them too.

- He Likes to put his arms around your waist and head on your shoulder or ontop of your head.

- Peppers kisses on your face and there’s purple lipstick stuck there for awhile!

- He wants you to be safe and feel calm forever as long as you live.

[footballfanficwriter]

Time of the month

Summary:the reader is on her period and Jude is looking after her

I'm in pain, my stomach cramps are fucking killing me, and i can't move

"Hey babe what's wrong?"

"It's that time of the month"

" I'll go make you something to eat"

He walks out of the room and 15 minutes later he comes back with food on a tray

"Ok here you go love"

He puts the tray on my lap as I sit up, I look down at the plate and seeing a full English breakfast

Usually I would be enjoying or eating it but the sight of the food made me wanna throw up, I glance at the food one more time.

Next thing I know I'm shooting out of bed going to the bathroom, with Jude following me close behind holding my hair back

I throw up in the toilet until I feel a bit better, then I start crying and sobbing feeling stupid for what I just did

"Why are you crying love?"

"You just made me breakfast and when I saw it, i wanted to throw up, you put so much work and effort and the sight of your food makes me puke" I say in between sobs

"Oh babe it's alright , I know you're not feeling your best right now"

"Are you sure you're not offended?"

"Nope not one single bit , how bout I step out and get you everything you need and we can just chill, hows that sound?"

"Great"

"Ok let's get you back in bed first"

He helps me up and Carriers me to our bed, but before that he puts a bucket on the floor filled with a little bit of water"

"The bucket is for if you need to throw up and I'm not here"

"Ok, I love you"

"I love you more babe" he says and walks out the room

An hour later I hear the front door open and close

"Hey babe I got all of your favorites,here, I didn't know which candy to get so I got all of them"

"Jude can we just please cuddle, I really missed you"

"You know what I've noticed"

"What"

"Is that when you're on your period, you become very Clingy, like super clingy"

"Whatever,can you come to bed now"

"But what about the snacks, we need bowls and glasses"

"We can eat from the bag and drink from the bottles"

"Fine"

He takes his shoes off and slips into the sheets,I lay my head on his chest and he puts his arm around my shoulder

The next day I'm no longer puking and my stomach cramps have slighty reduced so I decided to take a walk around the house

"Jude,why are these towls not folded properly?"

"What towels"

"The ones in the bathroom"

"I did fold them though"

"Well not properly it seems, look let me show you, you do this, then this and then this, then you put it like this, do you see"

"Ok love I see"

"Ouch"

"What is it"

"Cramps"

"Ok c'mon let's get you up to bed"

"But I've been in bed the whole day ever since yesterday"

"C'mon I'll give you a massage,then afterwards you have to get something into your System, so you don't throw up again"

He Carries me to the room bridal style and gently lays me on the bed

He grabs the tissue oil and lifts my shit just enough to expose my back and he starts rubbing the tissue oil on my back

Just a few minutes after he massages me I feel myself falling asleep

But before I can drift off I hear him speak I think he thinks I'm asleep

"You're one crazy person y/n but I love you anyway,you have no idea how happy you make me,I'm so whipped i sometimes think , what if we break up, I'll be so heartbroken if that happens I know it will physicality hurt me, if you ever leave, I just hope you'll stay with me forever"

That's the last thing I hear before falling asleep

"Babe wake up"

"What?"

"You have to take your pain killers and get something into your System"

"I'm not hungry"

"I'll cuddle with you afterwards"

"Your bribery is not working by the way"

"C'mon love, please do it for me"

"No"

"Y/n"

"No"

"I'll cuddle with you"

"That's not enough"

"And we can do face masks and I'll even take part in your night routine"

"Ok I'll do it , but only because you're so instant"

"Sometimes I ask myself how I landed with you in my life"

"By Luck, you were blessed by the heavens above"

"Yeah no I don't think so"

I throw a pillow at him and he laughs

"Now come cuddle with me, you promised"

He gets into bed and hands me my food before turning his attention to the TV in front of us

"And Jude"

"Yeah love"

"Ofcourse I'll always be there with you forever, there's no way we're breaking up,and I love you too"

"You heard that"

"Yeah I did"

"How much of it"

"All of it"

"Well I meant every part of it"

"Even the part where you said I was crazy"

"Especially that part"

"You know what, I think we should breakup"

"Ok we were just playing around, you took it way too far"

I laugh at him but he doesn't seem to be laughing with me

That's when I realize he's upset

"Jude"

"Jude"

"Babe"

"Baby"

"My love"

"Love of my life"

"My better half"

As I say the words I see him trying to hide a smile

"Oh so you don't wanna talk to me"

"No"

"Baby, I'm sorry"

"I'll let it slide only this once cause you're on your period

"But you're the love of my life as well"

"I know"

I peck his lips and watch the TV

[genshinlover101]

Hello! May i request snatching a lollipop (that they alr put in their mouth 😋🤨) from Ei, Amber, Hu Tao, and Ayaka and then putting it in ur mouth IT'S BEEN ROTTING MY BRAIN FOR MONTHS I'M SORRY IF IT'S DISGUSTING OR U'RE WEIRDED OUT YOU CAN SKIP THI 😭😭😭😭 Have a great day/night!

Stealing a Lollipop from Her Mouth

Characters: Raiden Shogun, Amber, Hu Tao, Ayaka x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: No worries ! I was actually debating putting a scenerio similar to this in one of my other works but then I remembered I had this headcanon sitting in my inbox 😎

• Ei probably got her lollipop from a street vendor selling candy, five mora for a single lollipop what a steal. Except that she was broke, not even a single mora in sight because her attendants just dealt with all her financials, she was the Raiden Shogun after all. The street vendor probably pitied her and gave her one out of the goodness of his heart.

• Ei was slightly possessive over her sweets, it would probably piss her off if you stole her lollipop no matter how embarrassing the situation is. Especially since the Plane of Euthymia lacked any opportunity for flavor. She might act like it didn’t bother her, but she very much minded.

Ei must’ve pranced around the marketplace with a lollipop in her mouth for a while, her new favorite pastime was harassing the street vendors for free handouts. Watching her with a stern look as she stared back as if she had no thoughts in her head. “Ei where did you get that?” you asked her. “You know it’s bad to steal.”

She huffed, ���I am the Shogun am I not? Enjoying a small leisurely sweet from a generous vendor won’t put their business in jeopordy,” she tried to rationalize her actions, the white stick standing proudly in her mouth. That was until you crept up, snatching the stick from her mouth with little to no resistance, a string of saliva connecting from her lips.

Knowing she’d take it back in an instant you placed the ball on your tongue right in front of her. Sucking on the lollipop with a grip that would require her to rip your front teeth out in order to obtain. A disrespected look on her face, “that is quite dirty of you,” she commented with a scowl on her face. “Now I can’t finish it.”

Side-eyeing you, she had a light blush on her face from your courage. “You know I’m a generous person, if you wanted one I could’ve gotten an extra for you as well,” she justified your actions in any way possible. Trying to put the puzzle pieces together, maybe this was a romantic gesture in the modern era, or maybe you were just being cruel to her.

Her glare never left you with her lollipop. Even though it was painfully obvious she wanted it back, she’d never be able to admit it because it was shameful for her to throw a tantrum over a piece of candy. Although... if it was a romantic gesture, maybe she could pull a fast one on you sometime in the future.

• Amber is super innocent, probably given a lollipop by a sweet granny who was handing out candy to children. You’d scold her that she shouldn’t accept gifts from strangers. She wouldn’t respond properly because she didn’t think anyone would want to poison her, especially old grannies.

• If you took Amber’s lollipop she’ll think it was a little weird, kind of like, “hey that was mine,” without a second thought of what you might do to it. She might reach out for it because of her competitive spirit, but she wouldn’t go to extensive lengths for a lollipop. 

You had met with Amber mid-day just like always, this time she hopped around with a stick in her mouth. An inquisitive look on your face as she popped it from her mouth. The slimy ball was a bright pink color, “Bubble gum flavor!” she said in high spirits. Knowing her well enough she must’ve gotten it from a stranger.

“Where did you get it?” you asked her like a parent with a child carrying a knife. Amber returned with a pouting look knowing you’d scold her.

“Nobody,” she said with puckered lips like she was sucking on a lemon, trying to hide her lies. With raised eyebrows you took the lollipop from her proud hands, her reaching out lightly for her stolen item, her reaction time rather slow trying to figure out what you were doing.

“Don’t accept candy from strangers, it could be poisoned. Lollipops are especially easy to tamper with,” you told her. While maintaining eye contact with her, you plop the lollipop in your mouth. Amber’s mouth dropped as she watched you suck it up.

“Stop that,” she hissed, trying to grab it back forcibly. She was conflicted on whether she was feeling embarrassed because it seemed so easy to you, upset because you stole her lollipop, or flustered because of your casual boldness. “T-that’s dirty!” she tried to speak up, her stutters exposing her bashfulness.

“How so?” you asked. “Someone’s gotta check for poison, you could be dying as we speak.” You teased the young woman, her blush bright on her ears.

“hmph, so rude,” she sulked trying to be as serious as possible. Looking away from you with a heavy attitude she avoided your eye contact as much as possible, “T-that was an indirect kiss you dummy... and that doesn’t bother you one bit? You’re far too senseless for me to understand sometimes.”

• Hu Tao probably got a lollipop from Zhongli, that dusty old man doesn’t relish in sweets. He probably had a drawer dedicated to sweets for children like Hu Tao to distract them from disturbing him while he completed his work. Hu Tao would accept his bribe with pride.

• Hu Tao wouldn’t care if you stole her lollipop, it’s just a lollipop. She might pretend she does to get a reaction out of you however, some sort of attention. She’ll joke around and might try and guilt trip you thinking it was all just a joke.

Hu Tao skipped into your room with a stick in her mouth, “Look look,” she exclaimed pointing your attention at the white stick in her mouth. “Zhongli gave it to me, he said in exchange for me to leave him alone for the afternoon he’d give me some candy,” she said proudly with her nose pointed to the sky. She was in such a nifty mood you thought it’d be a shame to ruin it.

But alas she began bothering you in return, with nowhere to go and no work that needs tending to she just had to annoy you. Although the lollipop kept her busy, the slobbering and sucking noises she made were all too distracting. When she pulled the candy ball from her mouth to wipe her lips you caught her with her guard down. 

Quickly you stole the ball straight from her hands while she was still holding it, yoinking it from her grip with your jaw. A layer of saliva from Hu Tao masking the taste of blueberry. A bright blush on the director’s face, “Aya!” she shouted at you. “T-that was very uncalled for,” she said with an audible hmph. Despite her outward annoyance, a smile rests on her face with a wink kept hidden from your sight.

You didn’t react much, your eyes still glued to your work as Hu Tao stood above you with her arms folded. Her hand extended to you, “Well?” she asked you. “Are you going to give it back?” Trying to get any reaction from you other than your stone wall.

“Wouldn’t it be better for me to keep onto it? It’s dirty to eat from what others’ mouths have touched already,” you told her simply.

“You’re one to talk,” she sat beside you with a fake pout. Now she was candy-less and bored. Her plan to tease you backfired as her mind traveled to dirtier places once she had thought deeper about your actions. “Enough is enough, I’m going to go bother Zhongli for another,” she stood up quickly, excusing herself from your room even faster.

• Ayaka got a lollipop from Ayato, it was a strange flavor, almost like it was made to prank people. She accepted it out of the kindness of her heart. The flavor was strange even for her, but she wouldn’t mention anything, fearing it would be rude to insult a gift. 

• If you took her lollipop she might be surprised at your boldness at first. It might upset her if it tasted good, but because it tasted like sea salt fish she wouldn’t complain. She might even feel worse for you, or try and stop you from taking it to spare you from the taste.

Ayaka continued her day with pursed lips and a stick hanging from her mouth. Her eyes squeezed at one point as she gripped her skirt with both fists to bare the horrid taste. The girl made you giggle as you placed a hand atop her soft hair, “You know you don’t have to finish it if you don’t like it?” you told her. Regardless of your words of comfort, she felt it was necessary.

Reaching out to grab the white stick as you yonked the slimy ball from her mouth. Her tongue out like a panting dog with a scowl on her face. “Yuck,” she said quietly to hide her true feelings. As disgusting as she found it, she had an equal amount of determination to finish it. “Give it back, please. It was a gift from my brother,” she insisted, her hand held out expecting it back. Looking at her disappointed, you thought to yourself that it couldn’t be that bad.

While maintaining eye contact with her, you put the lollipop in your mouth. Ayaka’s mouth dropped as she watched you suck it up like it was light work, this is all for love, you thought to bear Ayaka’s pain. She had stars in her eyes, glimmering and shining like you were her hero. Her front of honor dropped once it touched your tongue. 

You had forgotten that she could be rather frivolous at times. Biting her lip as her eyebrows knitted together and a blush spread throughout her face, trying to formulate a combination of words to express her feelings. “T-thank you,” she said with her entire chest, equally as much she tried to regain her composure as the Shirasagi Himegimi even at a moment like this. “You didn’t need to do that however, I could’ve handled it perfectly fine.” She was still stubborn as ever.

Her eyes spinning realizing that you had so boldly taken a lollipop from her mouth, such an action could be interpretted as an indirect kiss, she remembers reading from a romance novel. “As embarrassing as that was, I couldn’t imagine sharing a moment like that with anyone else,” she said blowing the situation out of proportion, thinking you meant it solely as a romantic gesture. However, you thought nothing of the interaction, so neither should she.

[2-dsimp]

hello I saw that the kitchen is open! can I have an upside down cake with dragon beard candy with xiao? if the kitchen is closed then please delete this request! I hope you have a good day! <3

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Upside down cake + Dragon Beard candy!

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Cw: Heavy Angst! Slight yandere tendencies

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Xiao knew he shouldn’t have gotten to close to you. That he should’ve known his place and stayed content with only admiring you from within the safety net of your unassuming shadow. Ever since he became the right hand of his boss Zhongli, his life was sealed with the mark of death always looming over his head.

Known as the the debt collector in the streets, he was in charge of terminating any contractees who failed to uphold the contract the Don carefully crafted. Most of the time it ended up with him sending yet another poor bastard 6ft deep underneath the very ground he walked. Along with yet another bounty directed at his head as his job always includes gaining more enemies than allies.

And now due to his carelessness there was a red letter in the mail that indicated that his enemies knew of his precious darlings existence. Which caused him to be more paranoid and anxious whenever you’d leave to do little errands just like a dog suffering from separation anxiety.

He desperately wishes to go in public with you and show that you guys were an item. That you were his and his alone…

However that’ll only confirm the suspicions of his enemies of the relationship he cherished so dearly with his darling. So quickly he began distancing himself from you, each day going by without him constantly being by your side. Until the only way you could only spend time with him was being in the bed you both shared.

In the dark of the night lying there in bed with you, his dear lover. Xiao couldn’t help but feel the guilt and frustration ebbing away at his very being. The mere thought of you being hurt was torturing him, since he knew deep down that he was the one who put your life in jeopardy. All because he couldn’t resist temptation of reveling in the comforting warmth you exuded. I mean how could he abstain when you were his only source of salvation from his own self made hell.

But who was he kidding? How could a man like him deserve such an angel like you? When he was nothing but a mere dirty sinner, carrying around the stench of blood everywhere he went. No matter how many times you assured him that you loved him no matter what and that he was enough. He knew it’d never be enough. You deserved better.

Which is why tomorrow would be the day he’d disappear from your life and erase any traces that’d connect him with you.

‘That way you’d be safe…Right?’

Xiao thought bitterly to himself. His grip on you tightened as his head wracked with voices of uncertainty. Was the decision he was about to make the right one? Would you really be untouched once separated from his grasp?

Couldn’t he just keep you locked up and throw away the key?

Xiao flinched at the invasive suggestion. Did he really just propose the idea of keeping you under imprisonment? With a grave defeated smile he came to a conclusion. Truly he wasn’t worthy of a virtuous lover like you. That mere fact gave him all the more reason to steel his resolve at leaving you behind to make sure no harm will come your way because of his life threatening occupation.

‘It’s the only way to protect you my love’

Even if you may come to have your love for him reduced to hate. His only wish would be for you to live a happy long life no matter where you may be. Xiao gingerly placed one last loving kiss to your forehead as the sun began to rise diminishing the darkness residing within the confines of your home along with himself.

When you woke up in a daze the only evidence that he was with you was the green envelope he left behind on your bedside table. With shaky hands you tore open the letter and couldn’t hold the sobs wracking your throat.

From outside the bedroom window Xiao could only grit his teeth as he heard the muffled cries of anguish escape your lips. And left without looking back with heaviness weighing down in his bleeding heart.