#but i won’t say why just yet hehe c:

[roselise]

Twirling around my room after my shower cus tonight I am a strawberry scented fairy & in the best mood ever *ever* ~ !!!

🧁 ♡ 🎀 * ·̩͙ ⁺ 🧸 ｡* ⊹🤍

[chelseeebe]

too sweet (for me) p2

lines begin to blur between his two lives, eddie feels hopeless at any semblance of keeping you away from that side of him. how does he fair when murray drags you kicking and screaming into this world?

a/n: so perhaps this is a little dramatic and very soap opera-esque but it was so much fun to write! i have a little thing i’d like to write for a part 3 but it is very much domesticity and sadness so we’ll see hehe <3

read part one here.

18+. mdni. smut. mentions of drugs and crime references throughout. eddie munson x fem!reader

eddie lingers over your shoulder, catching glimpses of him in the mirror as you fluff your hair and pucker your lips. he likes to sit and watch you get ready, just like how he used to watch his mom when he was much younger.

“so where are you going tonight?” he queries, a hint of territoriality about his question.

you shrug, swiping the lipgloss over your lips, “probably ace’s.. i don’t know yet,” meeting his eyes through the mirror.

admittedly, it had been a tough few weeks. he shut down for a few days, restricted to his bed as you cleaned up the mess he brought home. you were just grateful to have eddie back, the colour slowly coming back to his face thanks to your gentle love.

“i’ll take you,” arms snaking around your waist, “unless you wanna stay?” peppering kisses to your neck, the sweet scents of your overzealous sprits of perfume overwhelming his nose.

you giggle, though you make zero effort to shake him off, “i’m going,” wrapping your hand around his arm to keep it from travelling any further up your dress.

a tiny sense of guilt hits your chest, he was still shaken by whatever had happened. you’d practically moved yourself into his apartment, taking care of him for weeks. he’d rarely been alone since the day he’d stumbled in here with bloody hands and a newfound stammer.

“okay,” he relents, “what time do you think you’ll be done? i’ll come and get you,” face nestled into the crook of your neck.

you wouldn’t put it past him to just wait outside for hours, ready and waiting to see you again.

“why don’t you just come? i’m sure the girls won’t mind.”

he shakes his head, planting one last kiss to your shoulder before letting go, “no no.. you have fun,” nodding, as if to assure himself that he’d be fine.

eddie drives you right to the door, ignoring the disgruntled bouncers trying to get him to move. “don’t do anything stupid, i’ll be here when you’re ready,” squeezing your knee as you gather your bag from the floor.

you lean over the leather console, pecking his lips, leaving a small smudge of glittery gloss as you go.

“yessir.. love you,” before clambering out of the car, knowing smile plastered across your face as the door shuts.

there had been a sense of uncertainty about saying it, though you’d felt it for a short while now. only solidified by the last couple of weeks and the newfound upset you felt to be leaving him. it was like all your feelings were merged into one, dread bundled together with excitement. a scary but otherwise comforting feeling.

he immediately rolls your window down, leaning forward to catch you properly, “what? what’d you say?”

you shrug, scampering off into the queue as he watches, mouth hung open in sheer shock.

what you didn’t know was that eddie had been toying with the same sentiment, adamant to not scare you away but otherwise desperate to tell you.

he pulls off, beaming from ear to ear, counting down the seconds until he sees you again.

-

you perch on the marble countertop, legs swinging as eddie accidentally brushes past for the thousandth time, hand lingering on your thigh for a few seconds too long. the pot threatening to boil over if he keeps neglecting it in lieu of you.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” he asks, resuming his position at the stovetop.

he’d carefully perfected his little chef routine, throwing god knows what into the pan as if he had any clue what he was doing.

“i just can’t believe that you’re cooking for me.. have you ever even used this kitchen before?” chuckling at him, wishing he had gone all out and worn an apron.

“what the hell are you talking about? i cook all the time,” smooth talking, attempting to distract you from the near burnt pan of food in front of him.

“i don’t believe you,” you tease, glancing wearily at your supposed dinner. knowing damn well that he’d be on his way to pick something up in the next half an hour.

he leaves his station, faux-angry stare on his face as he leans on your knees, “you won’t be having any of this if you’re gonna keep being rude.”

the buzzer interrupts before you can insult his skill, or lack thereof, any longer.

eddie frowns towards the door, “i’ll get it,” trying hard to palm the cooking onto you.

“no no,” you hop down from the counter, “you try not to burn anything else and i’ll get it,” already out of the kitchen before he can protest.

the door opens to a man you’ve never seen before, glasses and crazy hair accompanying his toothy grin. those two goons eddie has to babysit sometimes are stood behind, looking as foolish as ever with their hands over their chests.

“ah! just the woman i wanted to see,” he beams, pointing into the apartment, “can i come in?”

“i’m sorry- who are you?”

but before the maniacal man can answer, eddie begins from behind, “let him in,” voice full of regret, you had wished you’d never hear it again.

you open the door wider, watching as they file in to the apartment. dumb and dumber barely able to walk on their own two feet without tripping over each other.

your eyes meet eddie’s but you can’t place whatever it is he’s trying to say. a look of warning maybe, hesitance and slight fear in his usually soft eyes. you’d figured it was something to do with his work, maybe the scene you had walked into those few weeks ago.

“have a seat,” the man smiles, gesturing towards the sofa.

they sit strategically, boxing you into the empty seat in between those two idiots. forcing you apart, a twisted mind game you wanted no part of.

eddie looks wracked with worry, sitting in the empty seat next to the other man. you want to jump up, order them to leave and do this some other time.

“i’m murray,” the man announces, staring right into your soul, “i work with eddie here.. for.. what is it? seven years now?” thumping eddie on the back.

he nods, chewing on his lower lip, choosing to stare at the floorboards rather than you, which stings a little.

“anyway! i didn’t come to small talk, i’m sure you two are very busy with whatever it is you young people do in your free time,” murray scrunches his nose, returning his heavy gaze to you. “i have a problem, you see, i’m a salesman, i sell things and to sell things, i have to get my product to different places,” nodding along with his words.

your eyes flit between him and eddie, figuring out exactly what he was asking.

“so,” he begins again, leaning forward, elbows pressed to his knees, “i need you to take it there,” not looking at eddie or either of the two losers beside you.

you. he was looking at you.

eddie interjects, “no, absolutely not,” jaw clenched taut, his fists balled by his sides.

“i didn’t ask you,” murray spits back.

you can see eddie’s chest heaving, anger bubbling through his body.

“where?”

their eyes fall back to you, eddie blinking rapidly. it’s like he can’t believe you’d ever agree to something so stupid.

“well all you’d have to do is take.. a bag down to.. mexico.”

“-mexico?” eddie interrupts again, jumping forward in his seat.

murray’s face turns to confusion, “is that not what i said? jeff! is that not what i said?”

jeff nods along, “that’s what you said,” like a creepy puppet doll, obeying his master.

“she can’t.. mexico, murray? that’s too far-”

“and why can’t she, eddie?” turning to face your boyfriend, a stern glare plastered firmly on his face, “i’m not hearing any objections from her, so what’s your problem?”

eddie looks up, catching your eye, chewing on the inside of his cheek. he’s swallowing whatever objection he has contained on his tongue. but you’re not stupid.

you either do this or your life gets very complicated, you’d seen enough movies to know that men like murray don’t fuck around.

“okay,” you say meekly, holding eddie’s gaze in hope that he’ll understand, that he knows you well enough now to know that you’re agreeing for both of your sakes.

“great,” murray beams, “my cousin has an apartment down there, you can stay a few days.. enjoy the scenery, whatever i don’t care,” ignoring eddie’s huffs of defiance.

you don’t remember a lot of what he says next, talking about the drop and other insignificant details. eddie volunteers to head down before you, wait for you in mexico to ensure everything goes to plan, which you appreciate.

they get up to leave while you’re still sat weighing up your decision and how badly this could end. eddie walks them to the door, glad to see them gone.

murray yanks him out of the door, tight grip onto his arm, “you wanna buy her a nice shiny ring?” glowering directly into his face, “or a big house so you can knock her up a couple’a times before you give this all up? hmm?”

eddie swallows, adams apple bobbing nervously in his throat. but nods, because he does want that. it’s all he’s wanted since he met you.

“then you’ll do whatever i tell you to do, okay?” face only mere inches away, “this is how you get those things.”

eddie doesn’t say a word as he stomps back in, heading straight for his bedroom without so much as a glance toward you.

his cold shoulder cuts deep, wedging a lump into your throat. you did this for him, for both of you. it wasn’t as if you had much choice between going to mexico or losing eddie.

you creep into the silent room what felt like hours later, heart aching for just a hint of reassurance.

he’s sat on the bed, facing the window, back to the door. you don’t want to startle him but feel absolute desperation to talk to him.

“eddie?” speaking quietly into the room.

he sighs, shoulders relaxing at the sound of your voice.

“i’m sorry if i said the wrong thing.. i was just trying to help,” blinking away the sharp tears threatening to spill.

you linger in the doorway, wary of the thick cloud of tension that had settled over the apartment.

“i’m not.. angry at you,” standing at last, turning to face after an eternity apart. he slinks over, ashamed of his own actions, he had never wanted to make you feel like this. “i didn’t want you to get involved in all this shit,” shaking his head as he walks over, throwing his arms around your sunken shoulders, “i don’t wanna lose you.”

you rest your cheek on his chest, slinging your arms tight around his waist, “you’re not going to,” and you meant it.

- eddie’s pov -

eddie has nearly thrown up at least twenty times since he’d left you for the airport.

he was going to land in mexico a couple hours before you hopefully arrived.

the plane journey is long, his only thoughts being you. if you were safe. if you’d made it onto the plane or not. watching the clock, waiting to just land and be one step closer to knowing.

murray had swindled his friend into letting you stay at his place for a few days, a large villa not too far from the airport. it’s warm and he’s sweating through his clothes, dumping his bag on the floor without a care in the world.

stepping out onto the balcony and lighting a cigarette whilst simultaneously trying his hardest not to hyperventilate. you should be on the plane by now, somewhere 3000 miles above, safe and sound.

squishing all of the echoing thoughts of what if or the images of you in a cell somewhere in mexico. it does nothing for the churning in his stomach, tossing the half-finished cigarette off into the distance somewhere.

eddie is restless, buzzing around the house as he waits rather impatiently for you to waltz through the door.

you should be here by now. the blazing sun finally setting in the sky, though he’s still sweating.

the clock ticks loudly, as if it were taunting him. every second you’re not here, he descends further into his despair, heart pounding as he paces the creaking floorboards.

a short wrap at the door makes him jump but he wastes no time in answering it, throwing the door open to find a strangely docile and calm version of you. polar opposite to how he had spent the last few hours.

“oh my god,” breathing a sigh of relief, unable to stop himself from lifting you from the ground, spinning around the warm evening air as you shriek.

you’re still elevated when he puckers his lips, attacking any skin he could get ahold of. a chorus of high pitched squeals and giggles coming from above, sending his heart into a frenzy.

“put me down,” you order, whacking him on the back, right between the shoulder blades.

he does as he’s told, still clinging onto your waist, fearing you’ll just slip away again. he felt a thousand pounds lighter, to see you, hold you again after only a few hours.

“you’re okay? how was it? did anyone stop you?” going a million miles at once, keeping you at arms length as he examines your face.

“it was fine,” you chuckle, your nonchalance a little unsettling, “nobody even looked at me,” shrugging your shoulders as if you hadn’t just smuggled a kilo of cocaine over the border.

“jesus christ,” eddie exhales, cupping your cheek in his hand, “you’re not doing that again, i’ll kill him if he asks,” he thinks he might just kill him anyway. his heart had nearly given out a hundred times, hell would freeze over before he ever let murray do something so stupid again.

“okay okay,” you brush past eddie, fed up already of his incessant coddling, marvelling at the view outside the apartment.

he slings your bag over his shoulder, joining you at the window, “nice, isn’t it?” knocking his elbow gently into your side.

he’d already envisioned how he would have you bent over the balcony later.

“let’s go out tonight,” looking toward him with your sparkly eyes, “i want to celebrate not getting arrested.”

eddie’s head lulls to the side, trying to hide his disappointment. “do we have to?” grabbing your waist to pull you closer, brazenly attempting to get you to stay here.

“yes,” you order, palms flat on his chest, “if you love me, you’ll go.”

-

you’re squished into the tiny booth, legs draped over eddies thighs as people come and go all around. he’s not interested in anything else going on in the busy bar, just you.

sharing lazy kisses between drinks, his hand resting on your thigh, ever so slowly inching upwards.

eddie hadn’t even wanted to leave the house, hoping you’d spend three days fucking your way around the furniture.

instead, you’d somehow convinced him to go out. though he couldn’t resist when you stepped out with that tiny dress on, sitting perfectly on your hips.

your nose brushes against his, breathing in the thick air that sat between you. the room could very well be ablaze right now, but eddie wouldn’t even notice. too consumed with you, palming at the inside of your thigh as his eyes gaze into yours.

“‘m gonna get a drink,” he breathes, squeezing your thigh before shifting your legs back to the floor.

he dares to look back when he reaches the bar, eyes immediately drawn to the six foot something adonis now lingering by the booth.

eddie wasn’t particularly jealous or insecure, secure in the fact that you were his and nothing would change that. but he couldn’t help but let a little envy seep into his eyes.

a fire burning in his stomach at the sight of you chittering away to this stranger. you weren’t a stranger to attention, not one to shy away. so why should you now?

he grits his teeth on the walk back over, grip tightening around the glasses, prepared to smash them over this pricks head.

“who’s this?” painting on his fakest smile, sliding back into the booth next to you.

you glance at eddie, just long enough for him to see that terrible glint in your eye. preparing for trouble.

“this is..” reaching out for the strangers arm, “sorry, what was your name again?” batting your lashes, an act eddie was used to and yet, still detested.

“alejandro,” the man purrs, taking your hand in his.

eddie resists the urge to jump across the table and wring his neck. biting on his cheek rather than letting what he really wants to say out.

“alejandro,” you echo, all starry eyed.

he’s not going to play up to it, well aware that you don’t actually give a shit about the chiseled man. you just want a reaction from eddie, maybe throw his weight around a little so you could reward him later.

you look back at eddie, pouting a little when he doesn’t give you what you want. confusion plagues your expression before you quickly drop the man’s hand, displeased with the reaction, or lack thereof, you had been given so far.

“it was nice to meet you,” eddie nods, shooing him away without so much as a look at you.

he slinks away, leaving the two of you sat in uncomfortable silence. taking careful sips of his drink, calculating his next move as he was sure you would also be doing.

“d’you wanna go home?” you pry, attempting to snake your arm around his though he doesn’t budge.

“do you?”

your eyes flash with hurt only momentarily until a lightbulb flickers and you realise getting him home means one step closer to getting what you’re fiending after.

“yeah.”

eddie nods, standing from the booth, “lets go then,” more so barking his order rather than asking.

and you’d follow along like a dumb little dog because the result was always always worth the temporary wait.

-

eddie’s a smart man, at least sometimes.

he’s wise to your games and refuses to rise to it. flopping onto the bed, watching as you dance around the room, antsy and eager for his reaction.

his hands are itching to touch you, enjoying every last second of you flitting about, the anxious eye contact as you get ready for bed.

you’ve just about had enough when he doesn’t react to your new pyjamas. not even a nod of acknowledgement. nada. nothing.

“eds,” you huff, jutting your bottom lip out as far as it’ll go, “is that it? you’re not even gonna talk to me?”

he pulls his eyes from the window, containing his smirk. you’re putty in his hands and you don’t even know it, falling right into his trap.

“what? i’m talking to you right now?”

the mattress dips as you climb on top, “you’re being weird.”

“i’m not being weird?”

your nostrils flare, tired of his silly little act. taking matters into your own hands by clambering onto his lap, perching atop of his thighs.

“stop being a dick and touch me,” you pout, practically begging for an inch of his attention. your hands grab onto his, placing them on your waist in an attempt to make him do something.

eddie weighs up his options, deciding that pushing your buttons one last time would make everything all the more worthwhile.

he lets his arms flop back into the bed, sighing softly, “baby, i’m tired,” jutting his chin to the sky, urging himself to not just toss you onto the bed and pound you into the mattress.

he hadn’t anticipated your reaction, climbing from his legs to stand beside him, “maybe alejandro would touch me,” you spit, turning to stomp out of the room as if he wouldn’t chase you to the ends of the earth.

eddie jumps up, bounding after you to grab your waist, pulling you back toward the bed with a squeak.

“too fuckin’ bad he’s not going to then, isn’t it?” pinning you between his body and the mattress. “you gonna stop being a little bitch?”

he hates that you’re not even mad, wild eyes glinting in the dim light, as you nod, chewing on your bottom lip.

“huh? you gone shy on me all of a sudden?”

your head shakes, stars in your eyes and absolutely any thought drained from your pretty little head. “beg for it,” he barks, nose just barely brushing against yours.

“please,” you gulp, fire burning in your stomach, at mercy to his touch.

eddie stands up straight, pulling your body down the bed by the legs, hips banging against your heat, groaning at the contact.

“hmm,” he hums, manoeuvring your thighs onto his shoulders, “i can’t hear you sweetheart,” palming at the doughy skin as his hands trail upwards.

“please eddie,” you whine, guiding his hands back down, aching for them to slide between your legs. “i need you,” rutting your hips with every grope and grab he allows.

his boxers strain against your silky pyjama shorts, the utter desperation dripping from your throat makes him crazy, electricity buzzing through his bloodstream.

he’s addicted to you. the way you feel, the way you smell, the way your body keens and melts for him.

“fuck,” lips vibrating against your neck, “stop playing those stupid games with me,” though quite honestly, he did enjoy the little chase routine you guys had curated.

you nod, arching your hips to allow him to slip your shorts down, working them down and off onto the floor. his hands slithering back up over the soft skin until his hand rests comfortably on your thigh.

eddie would love to toy around with you a little bit longer but his dick was starting to ache against his boxers with every not-so-subtle move of your hips.

he stands up straight, tugging the cotton down his thighs, the elastic resting just beneath his heavy balls.

his fingers slide between your slick folds, disappearing inside your cunt, pulling the strangled moan from your lips with every dip of his fingers.

“look at you,” he purrs, though he knows you’ll make no effort to actually look, “so pretty for me,” admiring your pussy, pupils near enough heart shaped.

his knees dig into the mattress, hovering above as his fingers grip onto your hips, sinking in to your cunt with a hoarse groan.

you cry out, grateful for him giving you what you had begged for at long last. hands flailing about for something to grab, fingers twisting around the soft cotton blanket, pulling the sheets from the bed.

eddie’s hands roam all over, palming your breasts and then back down to your calves, keeping them firmly balanced on his chest.

“fuck baby,” he coos, forcing himself to go slow, savour the feeling. you’re insatiable like this, sprawled out on the mattress, head thrown back, full of nothing.

hand disappearing between your legs as his thumb circles your neglected clit, watchful eyes lapping up your every move your body makes in response to him.

he’d never believed in all that soulmate shit before meeting you but now he couldn’t fathom the idea of ever being with anyone other than you. two people made to fit together by some grace of god.

your thighs cramp around his wrist, keeping his hand firmly there while you writhe around.

your eyes squeeze shut, eddie can already feel you clench around him, “you gonna cum already?” he teases, what kind of boyfriend would he be if not to mock you.

“n-no,” you gasp, fingers intertwined with the white sheets surrounding your head.

the headboard knocks gently against the wall with every thrust of his hips, the cool midnight breeze seeping in through the open window though it does nothing to stop eddie’s brow from sweating.

you snap, coming undone all around him, melodic moans filling the room, somewhere tangled between his low grunts and the filthy sounds of your bodies meeting.

“good girl,” he coos, reaching up to hold your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look up at him.

your eyes glossy with tears, lips puffy and swollen when your hand wraps around his wrist, struggling to hold eye contact as his thrusts continue.

biting down on your bottom lip, becoming a puddle of nothingness right before his eyes.

“sh-shit,” you mewl, his thumb still circling your clit, pulling you straight back to orgasm.

eddie leans over, pressing his dripping chest to yours as his hand slinks down to your neck, loosely squeezing the skin all while your lips meet in a hazy, messy kiss.

“one more.. for me,” he pants into your mouth, burying himself inside of your cunt, filled to the hilt.

only responding with a drawn out wail, clinging onto his cheeks for a little levity. his cock nudging your sweet spot. tipping you closer and closer to the edge once more.

“fu-uck,” you pant, sucking on his bottom lip. he can feel you tighten around him, thighs drawing him in. “cum in me,” babbling nonsense into his mouth.

there’s no way he can think clearly, too utterly lovesick with your pussy for any critical thought to seep in. it was a bad idea, his gut told him as much.

but at the end of it all, he’d give you what you wanted. no matter what.

“you want that? hmm?” breathing through his teeth.

your head nods enthusiastically, bleary eyes meeting again, sweat mixing with your tears of overstimulation and exhaustion.

disgusting and erotic all at once.

eddie can feel your legs begin to quiver around him, pretty little mouth falling slack, threatening to swallow him whole.

“ohmygod,” you rush, chest heaving rapidly as your eyes flutter shut.

eddie near enough chokes on the thick air, a pitiful final few thrusts before filling your cunt. a decision he’d regret in the morning but made perfect sense for right now.

he grunts, the air knocked from his lungs at the immense, earth-shattering feel of you and your body enveloping him.

tendrils of his hair come loose from the haphazard bun he had thrown up, covering your pretty, dewy face.

“‘s that what you wanted?” balancing carefully on his elbows, carefully brushing your hair from your sticky forehead.

“yes,” grinning wearily, your hand gentle as it now lay on his cheek.

“you’re gonna be the death of me, y’know?”

“mhm,” you hum in agreement, fingers delicately weaving into his hair, “just don’t die before we get married.”

his smile fades, fingers poised as they tuck your hair behind your ear, “are you saying you wanna get married?” completely prepared to slide down onto one knee right here and now.

your nail traces carefully over the scar on his cheek, gazing lovingly into his eyes, “obviously,” pausing momentarily, “you still have to ask me properly though.”

eddie’s laugh bubbles over, burying his face into your chest, wondering how long after this conversation he’d have to wait to ask and just how much he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life right here, next to you.

[chaiifluuf]

That's that me espresso! — c. nakahara

synopsis. chuuya struggles to fall asleep again after thinking about you and his unexpected dreams

content. fem!reader, fluff, suggestive in one part, chuuya is lovesick and he doesn’t know it <3

notes. i don’t know if i got his character right.. i tried my best tho ! and yes this is inspired by sabrina carpenter’s song espresso hehe (*´꒳`*)

chuuya doesn’t dream. 

or well he didn’t use to because tonight was the first time he had a dream in a really long time.

the fact it wasn’t a nightmare shocked him even further and out of all things he could’ve dreamed about, it was about you. why you? he isn’t sure himself. chuuya let out a silent sigh as he rubbed his face, trying to recall everything he saw because a part of him is still in disbelief that he had an actual dream.

the first thing he remembers is you wearing a summer dress while walking at the shore of a beach. the gentle waves crashing into your bare feet as you carried your flip flops in your hand. then you turned around and your face was beaming. chuuya swore you had the happiest smile he had ever seen on you. something seems to catch your attention when you look at him.

“chuuya, your hair is in your face!” you tell him with a light giggle. as soon as you mention that, he notices how his hair strands start to obscure his sight as the wind blows from behind him. you make your way towards him as if an idea popped into your mind. “wait, stay still,” you say and swiftly move behind him while chuuya couldn’t help but blink in confusion. “what?”

you don’t say anything in return but it doesn’t take him long before he realises what you’re doing as he can feel your fingers gather his hair into one place. you were making a ponytail for him. 

“there! now it won’t be bothering you,” you say once you are done, looking at him in satisfaction and glee. chuuya touches his head for a moment, not used to having it like that. it indeed felt nicer. he thanked you before the two of you start walking again.

“no problem. you look really good with a ponytail too…” you mumble the last part and chuuya almost misses it. he glances at you, about to say something and he’ll never know what because that was the moment he woke up.

chuuya believes there was probably more going on in the dream but this is as far as he remembers. he casts a look to the side, scanning over the clock that reads 2:56 am. there is more than enough time to get his much needed sleep. because it is a rare occurrence for him to not be exhausted from a usual workday, he’ll take any bit of rest he can get. 

with that in mind, chuuya shifts his body to the other side and closes his eyes, a soft exhale leaving his lips. it was just a silly dream and he will forget it soon enough anyway. although he still doesn’t quite understand why you were there. you were one of the closest people to him, he’ll admit that. you knew him better than most people and he has lost count at how many times you have made his day so much better. the two of you were good friends and that’s it. yeah, this is fine.

except it isn’t.

falling asleep turns out to be a much more difficult task than he anticipated. he isn’t even that tired anymore which did not help. chuuya’s mind is still stuck on his damned dream. he can’t help but picture again your radiant smile, how your hair blew in the wind, the way you stared at him and that pretty dress… he quickly shaked his head to snap out of it. he can’t believe himself. chuuya decides to get up and find something to distract himself since he couldn’t sleep now anyway.

he wished that would’ve been the one and only time he dreamed of you. this was the third time in the week that he hasn’t slept well. all of them had you in it and at this point chuuya thinks something is wrong with him. how does anyone dream about the same person so many times in such a short time? 

chuuya groans into his pillow as he suspects yet another badly slept night. of course you were on his mind once more. he is glad that these aren’t nightmares but at the same time he doesn’t know how to feel about these dreams either. he’s also shocked by just how vividly he remembers all of them. 

in the second dream, chuuya was at a restaurant with you. if he’s going to be honest then it felt like a date. the dimmed lights, the romantic atmosphere, a lit up candle placed on the middle of the table and two glasses filled halfway with red wine. he still remembers the simple yet elegant carmine dress you were wearing. your gaze was filled with so much warmth and adoration that he felt his heart falter. then you laughed at something he said and god your laughter seemed sweeter than the desserts the two of you were having.

the entire time his eyes were stuck on you as if you were the most breathtaking person he had ever come across. and you were. while the conversation was hazy to him, the scene of you intertwining your fingers with his was still clear in his mind. your rosy cheeks afterwards made you look even prettier. thinking about it alone made chuuya’s heart rate fasten.

the third dream however, the one he had tonight, was a different story. because with each time these dreams seem to get bolder and chuuya doesn’t know how to handle it. 

you were pushed against the bed with him hovering over you. he was kissing you and they weren’t some kind of gentle kisses either. more like they were filled with desire, need and many other strong emotions he couldn’t pinpoint. he pulled away for a moment, his lips still brushing against yours. your hair had gotten rather messy, your lipstick was smeared and it was obvious that you were breathless as he could feel your breath on his skin. 

“chuuya, please…” he couldn’t fight back the shiver that went down his spine when he heard your pleading voice. your arms were wrapped around his neck as you held him close. his lips slowly trail down from your lips and he can’t help but start sensually kissing your neck. chuuya relished the soft noises that left your lips.

“want you s’bad,” you murmured to his ear and chuuya swears his heart skipped a beat. were you even aware of the effect you had on him? “i’m right here, doll.” his tone was low and husky as one of his hands sneaked below your shirt, lifting it up as he traced your waist. he didn’t miss the subtle tremble of your body when his bare hand came in touch with your abdomen. god your skin was so soft and your flushed face was the most adorable sight. he grinned before going for your lips again and then—

chuuya can feel his face heat up as he realised what he was thinking. he buried his face into the pillow once again because that was just a little too intimate. and goddamn it, he feels like a schoolgirl who just talked to her crush for the first time.

why the fuck is this happening to him?

he hasn’t seen you in a while since both of you were busy with your missions lately. you did text him though, and even if he always didn’t have the time to respond, you liked talking to him about your day as well as your frustrations at times. chuuya didn’t mind and when he had a chance would type you back. with a lot of things going on, you and him were still in touch. so are his dreams supposed to be some kind of sign to see you again?

if only you knew how much you have driven him insane. he needs to do something, anything to get these dreams out of his head. a night with actually good rest does sound nice right now. however he won’t get that, not tonight at least. suddenly chuuya gets an idea. a stupid idea perhaps, but he believes he will only continue to suffer if he won’t do anything about it. he grabs his phone from the bedside table and opens the messages app.

Me 4:03 am

you up?

chuuya sighs, there is no going back now. he hopes you’re asleep but a small part of him wishes you would respond because he has no idea what to do at this point. five minutes later, he hears his phone vibrate.

Y/n 4:08 am

mhm, something wrong?

his eyes slightly widen in surprise. so you were awake. for a moment he thinks what to text back.

Me 4:09 am

not really, just can’t sleep

Y/n 4:09 am

what a coincidence haha

now that i think about it i still haven’t seen your motorcycle that you promised to show me one day

maybe wanna meet up? ^ ^

chuuya’s mind pauses because this might be exactly what he needs — to see you again. without thinking too much he starts typing.

Me 4:10 am

sure

i’ll come and pick you up

Y/n 4:11 am

YAYY 

i’ll see you then!! 

he can’t help but smile a little. a genuine smile that he hasn’t had in a while. he quickly changed his clothes, locked his apartment and began making his way to the garage. 

he might never admit it but even with you in his dreams, he still missed you. the real you.

fun fact: initially, i had put a winky face after the “i’ll come and pick you up” text but then decided against it bc i’m still not sure if he would do that LMAO

[sunandmhoon]

Your lips my lips...

Genre: Comfort/Fluff/Mild-angst Pairing: Ni-Ki X Reader Summary: “You know what else I regret?” he finally spoke up. His eyes darting quickly to the countdown. 1 minute, It was now or never, he thought. w/c: 1473 MASTERLIST; OTHER WORKS A/N: hehe second story of the day!! I hope you like it ^^ -mari

In another world you would be happy. Maybe in that world you would be stood amongst the crowd in the Big Apple, adorning warm clothes, a scarf wrapped carefully around your neck–courtesy of your boyfriend, who just can’t help but bundle you up. Maybe in that world the count down would be for a new year. A new hopeful year full of new experiences, new beginnings, new worlds.

But you don’t live in that world.

In fact, the world you’re living in currently may not even be a world anymore after five minutes. The clothes that you’re adorning were not soft, nor comfortable. They were rough and heavy, but you had to wear them to survive. The scarf around your neck, covering your mouth was replaced with a mask to keep the smoke out. The countdown on the big building was not counting down to a new year, a new hope, a new beginning. It was counting down to an end.

In all your seventeen years on this earth, you never had a boyfriend. You never had the time to confess your love to the one you wanted, the one you trusted, your soulmate; Riki. Every moment spent felt like a race against time, cautiously hiding from any predators, always sleeping with one eye open.

Maybe the end of the world was more of a blessing than a curse. At least you won't be dealing with life like that right? It just all seemed unfair.

04:00 [1 minute down]

“What are you thinking about?” a voice interrupts your inner monologue. His eyes looked worried. It makes sense though, you thought, the world is ending.

“What is there to think about,” you laughed dryly. It was true, nothing can change in only five minutes. “We’re all gonna die. I think I’m just accepting it.” your eyes not moving from the countdown.

“That’s kind of depressing,” he chuckled lightly. That always amazed you about him, the way he made any situation brighter by simply being there. “I guess it’s true,” he adds, “But do you ever think that maybe, even if it's such a small chance, that maybe something or someone will save us?”

The hopeful tone in his voice almost made you believe him. But you’re past that. Believing.

“Nah, I don’t think so,” you shook your head, “that would be a miracle, and I don’t believe in those anymore.”

“Why not?” Oh Riki and your curious mind.

“Because,” you start, “Look at the situation we’re in right now. Even if the miracle happened, it won’t change the world.” you sighed. “Say, we got more time on this earth, we would still suffer either way.”

“I guess you’re right,” he nods. A part of your heart breaks at the sound of his voice losing its brightness, “I just wish I could have more time to do the things I’ve always wanted to do.”

03:45

“What are your regrets?” you asked, focusing your attention on him this time. You only had 3 minutes left on this earth so why not spend those last times admiring what could have been?

His jet black hair, overgrown and framing his face. Stray bangs are always moving untamed despite how many times he combs his hair back. The moles on his face, decorating it as if little chocolate chips on a cookie. His eyes, sharp and intimidating yet somehow always full of love and care. His lips….

“Well, that’s a loaded question,” this time he’s the one looking at the countdown. “Well, I wish I spent more time with my parents, maybe my siblings too. I wish I wasn’t such a bitch, you know,” he laughs. He looked at you, eyes focusing on yours. In his pupils, the image of regret, heartbreak and desperation.

“What else?”

“I also regret not being brave enough.” his eyes never left yours. Scanning and taking in your face as if he was carving it in his mind. “I regret being a coward. Not speaking up when I wanted to.”

“You’re not a coward, Riki,” you smiled softly, “you’re one of the bravest souls I’ve ever met. Look, we’re alive right now because of you.” you reached out for his hand. His soft, comforting hand. The hand that had held you on cold nights, fed you when you were sick, lifted you up when you fell, wiped your tears, tended to your injuries. His hand.

“No Y/N, I was a coward.” his eyebrows creased, guilt seeping through his veins, “you always stood up for me at school everytime someone said anything bad about me. Yet I never had the balls to stand up to those who talk shit about you.” his eyes looked so guilty and angry that you feared he was nearing tears, “I was so selfish that I put my popularity over you–my Best friend. And where’s that popularity now? In the fucking trash.”

“Hey,” you took your free hand and cradled his face, “We’re just kids, what did we know, hm?” you graced a small smile on your face in hopes that it would calm him down. “Sure, there’s so many things we could’ve done but, it’s all in the past now. What we can at least do is to think about all the good times.”

Your words left a silence in the air, a silence filled with silent wishes, longing looks, sad smiles. He had put his hand over where yours were on his face. He squeezed it three times, looking at your eyes, then your lips, then your eyes again.

You felt flustered under his strong gaze.

01:00

“You know what else I regret?” he finally spoke up. His eyes darting quickly to the countdown. 1 minute, It was now or never, he thought.

“Hm?”

“I was such a coward, I know I already said that,” he starts, “But It’s something I regret so deeply because it stopped me from telling the truth. Telling the people I love my true feelings. My mum, My dad, My sisters…” he took a deep breath. “You.”

Time stopped for you. The countdown was slowly ticking but for you it wasn't moving at all, the only thing in your mind right now was Riki, You and his words.

“Huh?”

“Yeah,” he squeezed your hand softly again, bringing it down from his face to his lap. Playing with your fingers, afraid of your eyes. “I feel so bad for telling you now, I’m sorry if its bothering you, but I can’t handle keeping it to myself anymore.”

“Riki…”

“It’s okay if you reject me,” he laughed dryly, “It’s not like anything will happen anyway. I just wanted to let you know.” his fingers worked softly against your hand as if it was a piece of glass. “I’ve loved you for the longest time. Everything you did, I always admired from the way you smile and even on your worst days. I don’t know how to sound poetic or deep around you because you make my mind go crazy, Y/N. It’s frustrating the way you make me feel, you know,” he smiled.

“Riki..” you took your hand from his fingers. This made him freeze. Had he crossed a line? Did you not like him back? His heart was already shattering in his chest when your fingers feathered his chin and lifted it up.

“I like you too,” you smiled, “for the longest time too.”

“We have such bad timing don’t we?” he smiled, the biggest grin you have ever seen. In the dark skies of the ending world, his eyes were the brightest thing to ever grace the planet. “We could have been a couple for all our life!” he whined playfully, hiding his face against your neck. “We could’ve,” you laughed back, “but let’s not waste our last time here, hm?” you took his head in your hands, bringing down his mask as he did yours.

“You’re so cute,” he pinched your cheek. You giggled as if the world was not ending. Because in your eyes, your world just started. It didn't matter that you were dying in a matter of seconds because at least you get to end it happily, in the arms of the one you love.

“Can i?” he looked at your lips, love flooding his eyes.

“Of course.”

10 9 8 7 6 5

In the other world, there would be fireworks as you kissed him. The clock would strike 12 and a new world would begin. In this world though, you don’t see anything but a bright light. Eyes closed, drunk in the feeling of his lips on yours. Lost in the feeling of his arms around you. The world may have just ended with you both with it.

You don't care though, you’re already in heaven in his arms.

3 2 1

boom.

[sashimiyas]

the voicemails

Summary: Suna is a gremlin and he makes sure to remind you despite time and distance

Genre: fluff; established relationship; poopy, baby, and babe used as pet names

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: these are the voicemails Suna and reader talk about in ihyily2; posting again and not looking back. if the tags hate me, guess what, we’re moots (beloathed) then!

“How could you do this to me?” Then there’s a deliberate pause that is intensified by the frantic cheers of background noise, “question mark.”

You’re groaning the moment you wake up, and you wish you could say it’s because of the sunlight roasting your groggy eyes. Unfortunately, Suna would never give you the benefit of a peaceful morning. Despite an eight hour time difference and even more miles apart, you start your day the same way as any – with your wonderfully annoying boyfriend in your ear.

“How can you not answer when I just won the most important game of my life?”

Exaggeration. He’s been in the Olympics.

“You better not be sleeping,” spoiler, you were, “because if you are, you fucking bet I’m tickling your ass the moment I get home. Okay, love you. Bye.”

The sound fades for a moment. It rustles, brushing against what seems like fabric until the noise widens out again. “Call me back!”

And then Suna officially hangs up. You drop your phone from your ear and back to eye level. The voicemail is the first among many so you swipe down to listen to the onslaught of your boyfriend’s odd way of expressing his verbal affection.

“Babe, are you serious right now? Are you mad at me? You can’t be asleep right now. It’s not even midnight there yet.”

This one is about an hour later, your 11pm and his 3pm. You shouldn’t have been sleeping, he’s right, but it’s the tail end of Suna’s absence. The three weeks have been long and despite his keeping you very much in the loop, the void of his presence has taken a toll on you. You must have passed out while mindlessly watching a show last night.

“You’re such a poopy – little shit! – Hey man, what’s up?”

Another voice interrupts him, one you can’t recognize with an accent that you’re not used to. It must be someone he’s met in the UK. “Yeah, I’ll be inside in a bit. After this phone call.” Quick salutations are made, a slap here and there, and Suna’s back on the line. “Whoo! That was close! Can’t have the other team thinking I’m a fucking simp!”

You and Suna laugh both at the same time. Fuck, you miss him and his stupid humor and his stupid laugh and his stupid face.

“Anyways,” he happily transitions as if there is a live audience listening to him, “everyone already went inside, but we’re at this famous spot about to eat fish and chips. Chips as in French fries. That’s what they call that here in London apparently. Can you believe I’ve been here for over three weeks and I haven’t had the iconic meal yet? I’ll send you a pic of it later.”

He’s true to his word and just like always, the lighting and angle is impeccable. Sun cascades onto the golden brown filet accompanied by wide slats of fried potato. A napkin artistically crumpled to the side, it’s so photogenic you wouldn’t be surprised if the image would be the first thing to pop up when you google the dish.

“While we were on the way here, I saw this guy on a bike and it reminded me of you. Don’t ask me why because you’ll probably hit me.” You won’t ask because yes, you’ll more than likely hit him. “Oh! And remind me to tell you about this weird dream that I had last night. But okay, gotta go. I don’t want to make the boys wait on me too long. Love you.”

The timestamp for the next one is 5am. It seems that Suna has resigned to the reality that you are deep in slumber because this time, the call is from Komori.

“Hehe,” a voice chuckles into the line, “looks like you passed the test.”

Your reaction is so dramatic even you can feel the downward tug of your lips. It is not Komori. It is once again your gremlin of a boyfriend.

“I would have been so pissed if you answered Komori’s phone call but not mine.” He heaves a deep breath, preparing himself, “okay fine. low key – low fucking key – I’m a little disappointed you haven’t answered at all but I guess that’s my fault for dating Sleeping fucking Beauty.”

He sounds wistful here and as much as you hate to admit it, your heart stings a little bit.

“Okay. Well I hope you’re sleeping well, Poopy. Hate you but I love you. Bye.”

This last one you just barely missed, not even a full hour ago. You tap on the play button and put it on speakerphone. Having had enough of just laying in bed, you head to your bathroom and begin your morning routine.

“Hey, it’s me again. Suna Rintaro, your boyfriend. Or did you forget already?” He’s whispering now, the husk in his voice makes it obvious he’s had a long day. “What a fucking day. Komori’s already passed out.”

The sound of running water isn’t coming from your sink, but from the one in London. “My mouth feels gross. Hang on, gotta brush my teeth real quick.”

You hear the low hum of his toothbrush and decide to brush your teeth with him. It’s silent as you place a small globule of the paste onto your own and though you know that you’re doing this forty minutes too late, you’re comforted. The companionship is healing, a balm to the ache that has developed. Your toothbrushes are the ones that are timed. They’re the same exact brand, actually. He got them for you during Christmas early in your relationship because ‘it came in a two pack and I didn’t know who else to give it to so here.’ It was a very Rintaro way of making it official but it touched your heart nevertheless.

You both rinse out at the same time and when you’re done, you listen to Suna jostle his way into bed. He talks of the dream he had last night. The details get caught between his pillow and tired lips, and as wild as it is, you struggle to make sense of it. All you know is that there is an octopus involved and apparently Atsumu was a pirate. The message ends abruptly without his usual farewell, and you know you shouldn’t, you know it’s selfish, but your finger ends up dialing his number anyways.

The line barely has a chance to ring when he picks up.

“H’llo?”

“Hey, Baby.” You hear the rasp in your own voice and immediately, you cringe, knowing exactly what comes next.

“Babe, what the fuck? Are you calling me right when you woke up?” He’s cheeky but does little to hide the delight in his tone, “did you miss me or something?”

[gunilslaugh]

i'm the anon from before who said you made me want to start my own blog..and i started one hehe!! i also have another request for you: i was wondering if you would write about how the heroes would react to you asking them to sing you to sleep !!

I'm so glad you started your own blog!

All members ;0 ^ 0;

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to you asking them to sing you to sleep.

WC:~1k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

It was late at night. You and Gunil had already wished each other goodnight quite some time ago, but you still lie awake.You shifted your position yet again in hopes of finding a more comfortable one. 

“Can’t sleep?” Gunil’s voice suddenly perked your ears. You rolled over to face him, finding him already facing you. 

“Nope,” you grumbled. Gunil pulled you over to lay on his chest and began stroking your hair. His delicate action helped you relax, yet it still wasn’t enough to put you to sleep. “Can you sing me a song?” you requested. You feel the vibration of a laugh rumble through Guni’ls chest. 

“Will that help you sleep?” he questioned. You nodded against his chest. “Anything for you then,” he said before singing a gentle melody. He continued to run his fingers through your hair and before you knew it you were out like a light. Gunil presses a kiss to your head before joining you in sleepland. 

Jungsu

After having a very grueling morning that bled into the afternoon you were completely exhausted. Plopping down onto your couch as soon as you arrived back home and not moving since. Jungsu came home to find you in your plopped position on the couch. Faced down, one arm hanging over the edge, cheek pressed into the cushion, one leg bent and the other out straight. He shook his head at the sight coming over to you. 

“Tired?” He pokes your cheek with one of his fingers. 

“Extremely,” you answered. Jungsu motions for you to sit up. You groaned in protest, but sat up anyway. Jungsu takes a seat then guides down onto his lap. “Can you sing to me to sleep?” you say. 

“Of course,” he responds. Jungsu begins to sing a song and you let your eyes fall closed. Jungsu has one of his hands resting on your stomach, finger drumming to the beat of the song. It doesn’t take long for you to fall into slumber. 

Gaon/Jiseok

It was one of those nights where it seemed like your brain just wouldn’t shut up. A mess of jumbled thoughts keeping you from getting a good night's rest. You let out a huff in annoyance. 

“What’s wrong?” Jiseok quizzed you. He hadn’t gone to bed yet. Phone still in his hand, probably playing some type of game. 

“Can’t sleep, brain won’t shut up,” you informed him, voice laced with annoyance. 

“Can I do anything?” he offered. He put his phone away, setting it on the nightstand located beside the bed. 

“Can you sing for me?” you requested.

“Yeah, I think I can do that.” He reached a hand out to ruffle your hair. You smack his hand away, but he instead catches your hand and laces it with his. He repositions himself on the bed then pulls you against him. Jiseok begins to sing lightly, the melody effectively silencing your brain. You’re finally able to find sleep. Jiseok deems himself a lullaby master, then closes his eyes for the night. 

O.de/Seungmin

Climbing to your bed and making yourselves comfortable, you and Seungmin were ready to call it a night. However, there was one last thing you wanted. 

“Seungmin,” you say, getting his attention. 

“Yeah?” he answered, propping himself up with one of his arms to face your direction. 

“Can you sing me to sleep tonight?” you asked him. 

“I suppose I’m capable of doing that. Any particular reason why?” he prompts. 

“I just love your voice,” you tell him. Your words were simple enough, but they still brought a great amount of happiness to Seungmin. 

“Come here.” Seungmin opened his arms for you to enter. You scooted over into his arms, making yourself comfortable in his embrace. Seungmin’s arms rested gently, yet securely around your waist. “Ready?” he checked. You nodded. Seungmin started to sing a calm melody that was perfect for falling asleep to. It didn’t take long for your breathing to deepen, signifying that you were asleep. Seungmin pressed a kiss to your forehead wishing you a goodnight. 

Junhan/Hyeongjun

It has been a stressful day to say the least. Seemingly everything that could go wrong did go wrong. You couldn’t be more glad to be home. More than ready to put the worst of it behind you. Over dinner you ranted to Hyeongjun about your stressful day and he very sympathetically listened to you. 

Cuddling up to Hyeongjun’s side, you rested your head on his shoulder. Hyeongjun’s hand soothingly rubbed your back in circular motions. 

“Heyongjun can you sing for me please? Your voice is relaxing,” you say. Hyeongjun feels a bit shy. He’s not the most confident in his vocals, but he knows you had a rough day.

“Is there any particular song you want me to sing?” he questioned. You thought for a moment.

“moonlight by Taewoo,” you told him. Hyeongjun smiled while nodding. He began to sing the song, very effectively melting your stress away. It wasn’t long before you drifted off to sleep to the sound of Hyeongjun’s voice. He was glad to know that his voice brought you comfort. 

Jooyeon

Jooyeon was strumming away on his guitar, practicing some chords. It was late, the moon shone high in the night sky brightening up the night. You had just finished up some work that needed to be done. You stretched your limbs, definitely ready to get some sleep. The sound of resonating from Jooyeon’s guitar gave you an idea. 

“Jooyeon,” you called him. He stopped strumming, giving you his attention. 

“Can you sing me to sleep?” you asked. 

“What’s in it for me?” he played. You rolled your eyes. 

“Nevermind,” you stated, going to climb under the covers. 

“No,no I was just playing. I have an amazing voice, so I should use it to sing you the best lullaby ever.” He climbed into bed with you. “Now lay down,” he told you. You did and Jooyeon tucked you in. He began to sing to you, voice creating a tranquil environment that easily put you to sleep. At the end of the song Jooyeon noticed that you were asleep and pressed a kiss to your nose, before snuggling up next to you.

[kusuguricafe]

Down Bad for Wanderer

A/N: I finally did something with it hehe, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Lumine teaches Wanderer about tickling and shenanigans ensue

Characters: switches Wanderer and Lumine

“Hey, are you ticklish?” Lumine asked innocently.

“Ticklish?” Wanderer replied, perplexed.

“...You’re kidding, right?” Lumine asked.

“No, I’m not.”

Lumine put her hand on her chin. “You were never tickled as a kid? Aether and I had tickle fights all the ti—”

“It’s not like I had a childhood, you know. I was ‘born’ in this form.”

“Oh, right… Well, would you like to find out?” Lumine grinned.

The two of them had taken a trip to Mondstadt, as Lumine felt it appropriate to show the new anemo user around the City of Freedom. A feather had brushed up against the anemo boy’s neck whilst he was showing off some of his new combat skills, causing him to stumble backwards in the air a bit. This piqued the traveler’s curiosity.

“That depends,” Wanderer replied. “Can you give me some sort of explanation first? I’m not just going to let you trick me.”

“Of course. Let’s see… It’s sort of like, well, uhh…”

“Spit it out.”

“It’s hard to explain! If you touch certain areas in a specific way it uh, tingles? No, that's not right. It feels… funny. Most people find it annoying, but others really enjoy it. Ugh, can I just show you? I promise it won’t hurt.”

Wanderer narrowed his eyes.

“Pleeease!”

“Fiiine,” Wanderer rolled his eyes.

Lumine cheered a silent “Yes!” and began walking towards a nearby Statue of the Seven.

“We can go sit under that big oak tree,” Lumine pointed.

“Whatever you say.”

Lumine sat down in the shade of the tree and patted her lap. “You can sit here, if you want.”

“No way,” Wanderer said, taking a seat beside her instead.

“May I touch you?”

Wanderer paused for a moment. His expression changed from shock to worry to embarrassment in seconds. “Yes,” he finally said.

“Thank you,” Lumine smiled. “We can use a safeword, if that would make you more comfortable? How about… Dango?”

“O-okay.”

“Turn your back towards me, it’ll make it easier.”

Wanderer’s eyes widened.

“Aw, c’mon! You can trust me, right?”

He hesitated, then slowly faced the other way. Lumine took the opportunity to wrap her arms around him. He started.

“Hey! I never said you could hug mehehEEHEHEHEHEHE w-whaaAAhahahahaha!? Whawhahahat ahahare you d-dohohoing??”

“Tickling you!”

“W-well c-cut it ohout!!”

“You know the safeword if you actually want me to stop~”

Oh. Right. How had he already forgotten? He had been persuaded to agree to this somehow! It wasn’t that bad—er, well, actually…

“Ahahaha! It feels weheheird!!”

“Not bad though, right?”

“I d-don’t knohow!”

Lumine was scribbling her fingers across his tummy and up and down his sides, making him giggle. In an attempt to find a more sensitive spot, Lumine dug her fingers in between his ribs, but Wanderer slowly stopped laughing altogether.

“Eh? Not ticklish here?”

“A-am I supposed to be?”

“Most people are, but everyone’s different. Don’t worry abou—”

“Do you have any idea why?”

The hint of shame in Wanderer’s voice pained Lumine. “Well… People are generally more ticklish on areas of the body near important organs, or where there are a lot of nerves. It’s sort of like a defense mechanism, in a sense. Actually, now that I think about it, I suppose it would make sense for your ribs to not be ticklish, since you don’t need to breathe, and you don’t have a—”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Ah, I’m sorry! Let’s try a different spot. How aboout… Riiiiight… Here!”

Lumine emphasized “Here!” with a squeeze to Wanderer’s hips. He squeaked, and Lumine responded with more rapid squeezes.

“WAIT WAHAHAHAHAAAHAHA! TH-THAT’S SO MUCH MOHOHOHOHORE!!”

“Hehe, found a good spot, then?”

“YEAHAHAHA I GUESS!”

What a strange sensation! It was almost tortuous, the way Lumine’s nimble fingers wiggled around in just the right places… yet somehow pleasant at the same time?

“YOU’VE GOTTA STAHAHAAAP!! M-MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE!”

“Aw, I think somebody likes this~”

“YOU SHUT UHUHUHUP!! YOU’RE GONNA REGRET THAT!”

“Oh, will I?” Lumine quickly grabbed Wanderer’s torso, pinning him down onto the grass, and changing positions so that she was now sat on top of his legs. Wanderer’s hat fell off and landed behind him. Lumine laughed mischievously.

“What the hell is wrong with yohOHOU! OHOHO ARCHONS HAHAAA NOHAHAHA TH-THAT’S SO BAHAHAADAHA!!”

Lumine was now expertly squeezing Wanderer’s thighs. “Jackpot!” she triumphed.

Wanderer was seemingly having a difficult time controlling his reactions now. His cheeks were bright red, he was wearing the widest smile Lumine had ever seen on him, and was pounding the ground with his fist while the other hand swat wildly at her.

“You look adorable—” Oops. Now it was Lumine’s turn to blush.

“I WHAHAHAHAT!?”

“I didn’t say anything!” Panicked, Lumine whipped around and grabbed hold of one of Wanderer’s sandals, taking it off and scratching underneath his toes.

“EEEK!! NONONO STAHAAAAPSTAPSTAPSTAP DANGO! DAHAHANGO!!”

She let go, but didn’t get off him just yet. Wanderer laid there panting for a moment before he was able to say anything.

Lumine wiped the nervous sweat off her forehead before turning back around to face him. “Have fun?” she asked.

“Get offa me, worm,” he ordered, but he couldn’t hide his slight grin.

“Oh, right.”

The two sat in silence, not-so-secretly enjoying each others’ presence.

Wanderer finally broke the silence, saying, “So… Can I do that to you?”

Lumine froze. It was only fair… “Uhm, sure! Go ahead.”

Wanderer scooched closer to her. He gently placed his hands on her waist. He had never touched her like this before. He flushed and, upon realizing he had absolutely no idea what he was doing, flushed even harder. He was avoiding eye contact. He gently squeezed her sides a few times. No reaction. Surely it can’t be that hard. He tried again, a bit firmer this time. Still no reaction. What gives?

“Am I doing it wro—” he cut himself off when he finally looked up to see her expression. Lumine was as flushed as he was, eyes squeezed shut, clearly not breathing.

“Oh. I see how it is.” Gaining some confidence back, he reached for her hips and tried his best to replicate what he had felt her do.

“WHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” the dam finally broke.

“I’ve got you now!”

“NAHAHAHAA!!” Lumine squealed.

He suddenly remembered what she had said earlier and began digging into her ribcage. She practically screeched, making Wanderer wince, as his thumbs dug into two small spots at the bottom of her ribcage.

“OHMIGOSH NOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”

“Hehe, how d’you like it, huh?”

He was ruthless! But really, what did she expect?

Lumine reached out desperately for something, anything to help her, and she felt something soft on the grass. The feather from earlier! Thank Barbatos, the wind must have blown it over here! She grabbed it and brushed it up against Wanderer’s neck.

“EEHEHE!” Wanderer pulled back his hands in surprise. What was that?? The unbearable sensation appeared again, this time on his ear, and he burst into giggles.

“What the—stahahahahahap!” He covered his ears and closed his eyes, and then suddenly felt the sensation move to his toes.

“NOHO! LUMINE!!” he opened his eyes, catching the culprit red-handed.

Lumine responded with his signature taunt, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Why you… C’mere!”

“No!!” Lumine got up and sprinted as fast as she could away from him.

Wanderer caught up almost immediately, using his anemo boosters to fly after her at top speed. He tackled her to the ground, causing the two of them to roll down a hill a few feet. Lumine was already laughing as Wanderer pinned her wrists to the ground, straddling her. He experimentally scratched underneath her arms and—

“NONONONONOHOHOOOO! P-PLEHEHEASE I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! LEHET GOHOHOO!!”

“Nuh-uh.” Wanderer was thrilled with his discovery.

Lumine would have said the safeword by now, but truthfully, she was having the time of her life. No one had tickled her like this in a long, long time. She’d missed it.

“What d’you have to say for yourself now, huh?”

“NOHOHOTHIHING!!”

“You’re tougher than I thought.”

Wanderer moved down her legs a little so that he could reach her thighs. Feeling bold, he slid his hands up her dress ever so slightly and skittered his fingers across her inner thighs.

“AAAAAAHAHAHA!! NOT THERE! NOT THAHAHAHAT!! NONONONO PLEASE PLEASE PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!!”

He felt like he could never get enough of the way she squirmed beneath him, but he was also quite embarrassed at the scale of the reaction he had caused. The sound of her bright laughter and the way she twitched under his touch…

“I CAN’T! I CAHAHAHAAAN’T! DANGO DANGO DAHAHANGOHOHOHO!!”

Wanderer snapped back to reality. He apologetically rubbed where he had been tickling, thinking it would maybe help to make the sensation go away.

“Stihill, still tihihickles!”

He pulled his hands away entirely.

“Thahahank yohou.”

He stood up and offered her a hand which she happily took.

“That was fun,” Lumine admitted. “Let’s go back and get your hat.”

“Oh, right, yeah.”

The pair walked back to the Statue. Lumine picked up Wanderer’s hat and put it back on for him.

“There you go,” she beamed.

“Thanks. And uh, thanks for showing me that. Tickling.”

“Haha, of course! I should get going now, so I’ll see you later, okay?”

Lumine snuck under Wanderer’s hat to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Hey, wha, you can’t just—!”

“Byeee!”

“Lumine! You get back here right now!”

“You’ll never take me alive!!”

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shin Heaven [01]

ー The scene starts in the living room of the Tsukinami manor

Yui: Huh...?

Shin: Uu...Nn... ...

Yui: ( Fufu, Shin-kun’s nodding off...I guess he’s tired? )

( ...! Right, he teases me all f the time, so perhaps I should get revenge for once? )

Shin: Hmーー ...ーー

Yui: ( Fufu, seems like he hasn’t noticed me getting closer. )

( I’ll try tickling him...There. )

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: Uwaah!? Yuiーー? Wai...Sto...Haha...!

Yui: Fufu, not yet! ...!

*Rustle*

Shin: C-Cut it outーー ! What are you doing, hehe...Wai...Time out, stop!

Yui: Nuh-uh! This is revenge for all the times you’ve teased me.

Shin: ...I’m mad now.

*Thud*

Yui: Kyah!?

Shin: There, you can no longer move your arms. ーー So, since you chose to pull a prank on me, I assume you’re prepared to face the consequences as well?

Yui: Uu...But you tease me or pull pranks on me all the that time, don’t you?

Shin: Those are completely different things. ーー That being said, you shall suffer the same fate now.

Yui: O-One second! Then why not turn it into a challenge?

Shin: ーー Hah? What do you mean?

Yui: We’ll both tickle each other...and whoever gives up first loses. ーー What do you say?

Shin: Heeh, sounds fun. Sure. Bring it on.

Yui: ...Then, once again...!

Shin: Fufu, it doesn’t tickle when you know it’s coming. Come on...!

*Rustle* 

Yui: Kuh...I-I won’t lose either...! Take this...!

Shin: Hehe, you seem to be growing weaker though? You’re awfully sensitive after all.

Come on, why not give up already? ーー !

*Rustle*

Yui: N-Not yet...Not yet...!

Shin: ...Heeh, you’re really hanging in there, aren’t you? Then, how about this? ーー Nn...

*Rustle* 

Yui: ...! Licking me...is foul play...!

Shin: It isn’t? We never decided on how we can or can’t tickle the other person.

Come on, this side tooーー Nn...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Uu...S-Shin-kunーー...!

Shin: ーー Your hands have stopped moving? Throwing in the towel already? ...Nn...Hah...

Yui: I-I’ve...reached my limit...It’s my loss, I don’t mind handing you the winーー!

Shin: Hehe...You’re a hundred years to early to try and challenge me. 

Yui: I-I just admitted defeat...didn’t I? So please, f-forgive me...?

*Rustle*

Shin: After seeing how much you seemed to enjoy that, I only want to mess with you even more now...Nn...

*Rustle*

Shin: Come on...I’ll make you feel even better...Nnhーー Nn...Haah...

ー Shin bites her

Yui: ( Ah...He’s sucking...my blood...! )

Shin: Come on, offer me your neck even more...and satisfy me...

Nnh...Nn...Haah...Nnh...

Haha...Your eyes are watering. You really are a lewd woman, aren’t you?

Like how you prefer for me to suck your blood, over tickling you...Nnh...Nn...Hah...Nn...!

Yui: That’s...notーー...

Shin: Fufu...So simply having your blood sucked isn’t enough to satisfy you?

ーー In that case, I’ll dote on you in other ways too as I drink your blood.

Yui: Ehーー? H-Hold up, Shin-kunーー!?

ー He pins her down

*Thud* 

Shin: ーー So writhe around all you want. Don’t worry, I promise to make you feel good. Nn...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

These calls and moments accompany Victor’s S2 CH 45-48 Karma, and feature S2 Victor and MC, but don’t contain any spoilers from the S2 storyline~

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for contents yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

•─────⋅◍♡◍⋅─────•

【Moments】

Victor’s Post: To my surprise, a certain someone actually grabbed my hand and purposely broke the sandcastle just for the sake of “reviving old memories.”

–

⊳  OPTION A:

MC: Hehe, it’s been so many years. I’ve learned not to cry anymore, you see!

Victor: Hmm, that’s really impressive.

–

⊳  OPTION B:

MC: A certain someone said he wouldn’t repeat the same mistake, but now he has broken- my- sandcastle- again——

⊳  OPTION C:

Victor: ...just state your conditions for making amends directly.

–

MC: It doesn’t matter, anyhow, Vic gēge needs to compensate me with a pudding tomorrow.

Victor: I can compensate you with more.

─

—

【1st Call】

Victor: You sent me ten angry furry cat stickers in a row… what happened again?

MC: Sob, sob, sob, I just went through an “extremely tragic social demise.”

Victor: [sounds so amused LOL]  A rare sight; even dummies have moments when they feel embarrassed.

Victor: What happened?

MC: During the meeting earlier, I was screen-sharing my phone and accidentally revealed my wallpaper. Everyone burst out laughing…

MC: AHHHHHH, thinking back on it even now, I still feel so embarrassed.

 Victor: If I remember correctly, a certain someone recently changed her wallpaper into a new photo of mine.

Victor: [you can practically collect the teasing dripping from his voice in a bucket LMAO]  I don’t think I’m that unseemly, am I?

MC: It’s not that you’re unseemly… it’s just that, I’m just feeling a little embarrassed, you know!

Victor: Who was the one that excitedly sought out Goldman for the best HD version after seeing the cover photo I took for LFG last week?

Victor: She even kept bragging about how she was the one who styled my outfit, so she needed to keep this meticulously crafted masterpiece as her personal collection.

MC: Well, what I said wasn’t untrue. The photo did have my fair share of contribution!

Victor: It was more than just a contribution. The direction of my hair grooming and the cosmetics that ended up plastered on my face was all thanks to your involvement.

MC: Hehe, well, the final result of the photo was absolutely flawless, wasn’t it?

Victor: If the photo is flawless, why do you feel embarrassed about it?

MC: Hm…? Oh… Victor, you’ve misunderstood. I actually changed my wallpaper yesterday…

Victor: [sighs helplessly] …the speed at which your heart changes is truly remarkable.

MC: The new wallpaper I switched to was your new photo. How can you blame me for having a change of heart!

Victor: I don’t remember taking any new photos recently.

MC: That’s true. You don’t remember taking any new photos because it was last night when I couldn’t resist taking a sneaky photo of you while I was putting the cat ear headband on you. 

Victor: …what did you say?

MC: Even though it was a photo of your back, everyone still seemed to have recognized you…

Victor: So, when you said you went through an “extremely tragic social demise,” the main protagonist of the incident was actually me?

MC: Well, I guess you could phrase it like that too?

Victor: [HOLY SHIT THE ALARMING SEXY TONE-DROP x1]  This issue won’t be dropped so easily. I suggest you think of a reasonable compensation proposal as soon as possible.

Victor: [x2]  If I don’t get an answer by tonight, don’t blame me for being a heartless capitalist and claiming for damages according to my own term.

─

—

【2nd Call】

Victor: What’s up?

MC: I’ll be off work soon. How about I come to LFG later, and we can grab some free food from the cafeteria?

Victor: Is the menu at Souvenir no longer able to satisfy your cravings?

MC: How could that be! CEO Victor is already so exhausted from work, I can’t bear to make you cook all the time~

Victor: If memory serves, a certain someone was clamoring about having two puddings this morning.

MC: Hehe, okay, I’ll be honest~ The braised pork you brought me from the cafeteria last week was so, so delicious. It’s constantly been on my mind ever since.

MC: I really wish I could hire this chef with a hefty salary and have them handle the catering for [MC’s Company Name]’s company meals!

MC: After all, it’s really challenging to arrange delicious and nutritious work meals for everyone when we’re filming on location.

Victor: You probably can’t afford this person.

MC: Even though you’re Victor, you cannot underestimate others casually!

MC: Our company’s financial report for the past quarter is really impressive~

Victor: Since you’re talking so big, have you made up your mind about poaching the chef with a high salary?

MC: I’m considering it. If we can have this level of braised pork on the filming set, I think everyone would be ecstatic to the point of fainting~

Victor: I think the only one who would be ecstatic to the point of fainting is you, the dummy boss.

Victor: So, how high of a salary are you planning to offer to lure him away?

MC: Hmm… we definitely need to offer a salary higher than LFG.

MC: Can you give me an approximate idea of his monthly salary? Just a rough estimate is fine. I still must respect LFG’s business confidentiality.

Victor: He receives an annual salary, and the amount varies each year. But you already know that.

MC: …!

MC: Victor, did you personally cook that braised pork yourself?!

Victor: Could your uptake be any slower?

MC: Sob, sob, sob, how I just knew that taste was so familiar!

MC: But who would’ve guessed that besides French cuisine, your home-style dishes are so-freaking-delicious too!

Victor: …you really do excel in sweet-talking. Apart from braised pork, what else would you like for dinner tonight?

MC: Do you know how to cook dishes like hot and sour fish soup, sweet and sour pork, Pecking duck, shrimp stir-fried with Dragon Well tea, Laziji, and hot dry noodles?

–

[Tidbits]: Laziji is a dish of Sichuan cuisine, a variety of spicy chicken, to be more specific. The dishes MC mentions here are actually part of different provincial cuisines in China, which is why MC asks if Victor knows how to cook them 😂🫠

–

Victor: ...I asked you to decide on tonight’s dinner, not quiz me on dish names.

MC: Hehe, I’m just really curious to know where your culinary skill reaches its zenith~

MC: But now that I think about it, these dishes can be quite troublesome. Let me think of some simpler options…

Victor: The person who is eagerly waiting to eat doesn’t need to fuss about the trouble.

Victor: It’s just that a certain dummy with big eyes but a small stomach always gets enthusiastic when ordering, but never manages to finish her food, leaving a pile for someone else to help with.

MC: Since we shouldn’t let food go to waste, why not borrow CEO Victor’s stomach for that purpose?

Victor: My stomach capacity is also limited, so out of the dishes you mentioned, choose three for tonight’s menu.

MC: Then I really need to ponder over it carefully...!

Victor: Sure, you can think it over while getting ready to come downstairs, and then we can go together to buy the ingredients.

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[primusfortuna]

Liebe ⟡ Beginning of a Bond (03)

[01] [02] [XX] [04] [05] [06] [07]

“Bringing in a Judge”

Liebe: ...What, is that a challenge? Why should I be obligated to accept?

Ymir: Oh, you don’t have to. I get not wanting to compete in something you’re bound to lose, especially in front of Emma.

Liebe: Oh...? You’re so funny. The idea is so ridiculous I can’t help but laugh!

Liebe: Okay. I accept your challenge.

Emma: (And yet...)

Emma: (How will they prove who’s the better man?)

Ymir: And Emma will be our judge.

Emma: Huh?

Liebe: Fine with me. I couldn’t imagine it being anyone else.

Ymir: Let’s work out the details now. There’s no point in dragging this out long, so why don’t we start tomorrow morning and end in the evening?

Ymir: Emma can announce whoever’s better after I get off work.

Liebe: Okay. I mean, I already know who the winner will be even before we start.

Emma: H-Hold on!

Ymir & Liebe: What?

Emma: Why is this the one time you two sync up... nevermind. No one told me anything about being a judge!?

Liebe: But if I’m going to flirt with someone, it should be you.

Ymir: And I’ll be way more motivated for you.

Ymir: But most importantly, it’d be hard to find another girl that can see Liebe.

Emma: ......

Emma: ...That’s true...

So, I ended up getting dragged in as the judge for their competition.

Emma: (Mm~ It’s so bright... Is it morning already?)

It’s the next morning. Last night I stayed in one of Primus Club’s dorm rooms, and when I roll over—

Liebe: Good morning, Emma. Isn’t it about time to wake up?

Emma: Mm...

Liebe: I’d love to let you sleep more, but I don’t want you to feel bad about oversleeping.

Liebe: So wake up... okay?

Emma: ......

Gently dispelling my slumber, that sweet voice slowly brings me to consciousness.

Liebe: Ah, you finally opened your eyes.

Emma: L-Liebe!? Huh? When did you get next to me...!?

Liebe: Hehe, not telling. ...Hey, can I give you a good-morning kiss?

When the tips of Liebe’s fingers trace over my lips, I reflexively jump to my feet.

Emma: ...G-Good morning, Liebe! Thank you for waking me up!

Emma: I’m getting dressed now, so can you please wait outside!?

Liebe: What about your good-morning kiss?

Emma: C-Can you, please, go outside?

Liebe: ...Okay.

Liebe slips out of my bed, clearly dejected.

Liebe: Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.

Liebe: I thought that would make you happy... I won’t do it again.

Emma: Liebe...?

His unexpectedly heartfelt voice prompts me to look back at him.

Liebe: Regardless of the competition, I want to do everything I can to make you smile.

Liebe: All I want is to treat you the way you deserve. Please don’t forget that.

(Liebe exits)

Emma: (I thought he just came to wake me up because he didn’t want to lose to Ymir, but...)

Emma: (...I think Liebe’s position is a little different.)

While a little surprised, I finish getting dressed and leave the room.

Emma: Sorry to make you wait, Liebe! Good morning, Ymir.

Liebe: It was no wait at all.

Ymir: Morning, Emma. So? What did Liebe do?

Emma: Huh? Umm...

Liebe: Already poking around your opponent’s strategies? No one likes a man with no confidence.

Ymir: Heh... May the best man win today, Liebe.

Liebe: I’ll say it again—I’m not going to lose.

The two of them meet in the eye, exchanging vicious smiles.

Emma: (In a way... these two feel very similar.)

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[nemeseos-noctua]

God I love your work so much?? You guys are amazing .

Can I request how Albedo, Xiao and Diluc react to their s/o pushing them away in attempt to keep them safe from danger? (Eg they may be the traveller who is connected with the fatui and the abyss aand therefore fears for their s/o's safety.

Tysm!! I love your guys' writing style. requesting this specifically bc it's not fair Xiao gets to be to edgy one all the time in the fics🙄 how does it feel to get pushes away now loverboy? (/j!! I love him just thought this prompt would be a neat inversion).

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: albedo, xiao, diluc (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread, blood, mentions albedos story (spoilers), xiao story spoilers, reader is not traveler

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: hehe tysm!! ALSO 100% haha i LOVEEE xiao but yk he be a lil stingy when it comes to safety! i want to tuck him in and tell him it’ll be alright 😔😔

during your travels across teyvat, you have encountered far more fatui and abyss mages than you’d care to count

and some of which— had some, err, not so kind grudges against you

these grudges were so serious that you began to worry for albedo’s safety. you personally did not care for blood staining your hands nor soul—but if that blood was albedo’s... oh boy

so, coming to a conclusion... you decided on the inevitable: keep albedo at arm’s length—for your heart and his

and, it worked. for a month, it worked. your visits to his camp in dragonspine lessened, your chaste kisses and morning voice left his life like... regrettably, his master

Staring up at the whirling winds of Dragonspine, Albedo’s teal eyes trailed over the ice, wishing to see a familiar silhouette among its blizzard.

He had been counting. It has been five days, two minutes, and 54 seconds since you last visited him—

Hah, just kidding. He didn’t count—but it has been five days.

Where were you? Maybe you were busy—the alchemist knew you had a life outside of—well, him. 

It was unfair of him to be impatient, for you had been nothing short of patient towards him. But still, his heart longs and yearns for your touches, his head feels cold without your fingers twisting through his silky blonde hair. 

Dragonspine was cold, but without you, it was colder.

he’d eventually head back down to mondstadt, solely for the purpose of finding you

his mind got the best of him as he spiraled into a brief insanity. maybe he did something to make you mad? maybe you were injured, recovering without his aid? so many questions spinning around his head he almost missed the sight of your [e/c] eyes

“[Y/N]—“ Albedo’s voice cut through the crowds of Mondstadt as the alchemist rushed forward. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, desperation taking over him as he reached a hand out for you.

“Albedo...?” You stopped in your tracks, taking in the sight of your boyfriend’s unruly hair and tired eyes. His lips were still purple—as if he had come back down from Dragonspine recently.

“Where were you?” The alchemist asked, his gloved hand wrapped around your wrist delicately, his eyes scanning all over you as to check whether you were injured or not.

“Ah... I was—adventuring,” You sweatdropped, the coldness of his gloves stinging your wrist, your eyes wide at how cold he was.

he doesn’t believe you—hah. of course he doesn’t, albedo is a genius in fields he wishes to study

he knows you too well to fall for your mindless responses or excuses, he knows your eyes too well to succumb to the smile on your lips or kindness in your touch

he knows, he knows he knows he knows—so why? what are you hiding? why are you hiding? from him of all people?

everyone has secrets—albedo is aware, for he has his own share. but please, can’t you spare his heart? just this once?

“Tell me the truth, [Y/N],” Albedo asked—no, begged. He wanted to know what kept you so far from his reach, what stopped you from visiting him or loving him or just being with him. Was he the problem? Was this the end of your love?

“I...” You looked away, tugging the alchemist against the current of the crowds, seeking an area for just the two of you.

And once you found it, you pulled the blonde into a hug. The coldness of his coat didn’t faze you, nor did the way his eyes widened or the way his arms hesitantly wrapped back around you.

“I don’t want someone like you to get involved with me, Albedo. You’re...” You looked away, your face still buried into the alchemist’s shoulder. 

“... A weakness. You’re a weakness that’ll be used against me.”

albedo is in utter disbelief

he—you—what?!

he’s... your weakness?

albedo doesn’t know whether to be flattered or hurt. he knows you have a dangerous job, he knows about the amount of letters you receive threatening him or you, he knows what you’re doing is for the better...

but—he cannot allow it. he wants to hold you without regrets, he wants to kiss you and eat lunch with you at good hunter...

“[Y/N],” Albedo breathed, cupping your cheeks in the palm of his hands as he stared violently into your eyes. Gaze softening, he couldn’t bring it in himself to scold you for all the worries you brought him to.

“I promise you—that even if Fatui and Abyss Mages disrupt my alchemy, I promise that I want to get involved with you—I, I want to be with you.”

His heart, it wants so much, it wants to have you, it wants to love you.

So please—won’t you let him do that? 

xiao also has many people out for his throat

well, i suppose... the difference between those ‘people’ and your ‘people’ is the fact that xiao’s debts are owed to the dead

the whispers, the screams, the agony. it plagues every part of his mind, like a melody with no beat, like an endless tune that he will hear for the rest of time

and you—you’re like, the charm. the ward and sigil that scares away all of those demons. you’re the sunshine that seeps through the cracks of caves

and now... you’re drifting. like a ship at sea, he wonders... will you be back?

regrettably—you think—maybe, maybe... you won’t return

What is this? The third week Xiao has sat atop the roof of Wangshu Inn? Hoping mindlessly to hear your steps up the staircase?

Hah. Is this who he has become? An adeptus who waits for a mortal like you to come, an adeptus who should be defending Liyue, and yet, here he is.

he’s a bit... put off

like. who are you to make him feel this way, mortal? (derogatory) 

he doesn’t want to admit it... but... he misses you. there! he said it. he misses you. now can you come back, please?

he knows, he knows he is not the best lover... that he is blunt, enigmatic, and sometimes... rude. but— but you, you accept him for that

and he ponders atop the roof of wangshu inn—perhaps, was this ignoring scheme long overdue? have you finally grown tired of him and all of his karma? have you found someone better—someone you can love you, hold you, and care for you like you deserve?

he hopes—the answer is no

but he knows... the answer is probably yes

“Oh, [Y/N]! You’re back!” Verr Goldet’s hushed voice ran through the adeptus mind as his form shot up almost instantly. Staring down from his position on the roof, his yellow eyes stared over at your familiar form, your [e/c] eyes and vision that dangled from your hip.

“Haha, sorry about that.” 

You smiled, but Xiao didn’t miss the way you winced upon doing so. Your arms and legs were wrapped with bandages, dried splotches of red and clothing as messy as could be.

“Your room is upstairs, sleep well,” Verr Goldet nodded knowingly, a bittersweet grin on her face as her mind flickered to the thought of Xiao and his shortening temper.

once you step out onto the balcony, you do not need to look to see who has appeared beside you

“Hello, Xiao!” You say openly, arms outstretched for a hug as the adeptus merely stared at you. Three weeks. Three weeks without you, three weeks too many—and here you were, opening your arms like you had just returned back from an hour long trip.

“ . . . “ Staying silent, Xiao could only cross his arms, glaring at you with mixed emotions. He was relieved to see you back and ‘happy’, but still, he was frustrated and irritated at the way you behaved so recklessly.

“You owe me an expla—“

“—nation,” You finished for the male, an exasperated smile gracing your features as you turned over to the balcony, the setting moon and proud stars soaring like the birds of Mondstadt.

“I was... dealing with some encounters,” Your tone was laced with a malice even he wasn’t expecting, the number of bandages scouring your skin finally making sense as his eyes narrowed into slits.

“Fatui? Tell me where they are, I wi—“

“No.”

Turning over to him fully, Xiao’s breath hitched. Ugh, again—you and your pretty smile and charming features. The simplest things you do made him go insane like the karmic debts that flourished through his mind.

“You can’t get involved, Xiao. They will only go after you. I returned here today to tell you that I’ll be going off for three month—“

“What?” The Yaksha breathed in disbelief. Did he hear right? Were you seriously leaving again?! 

“I said, I am leaving again... Xiao. It’s not you—Celestia no... it’d never be you. It’s just...” You looked around, to anywhere, anyone but him. If you glanced at him now, chances are you’d succumb to his sunny eyes and stay back at Wangshu Inn. 

“... The Fatui. I got on their wanted list and—I don’t want them to use you against me. So I’ll go out and get rid of them, and I’ll be ba—“

“No.”

It was his turn to decline, for he didn’t want to hear anything you had to say. You got on the Fatui’s wanted list?! What?! He...

He was going to kill them. 

“Do you think I am weak, [Y/N]? Eons of slaughter and—“ 

“Xiao!” You facepalmed, raising your voice slightly at the male as he blinked, taken aback that you, a mortal would ever thing of committing such a heinous crime towards a divine being like him.

“You’re not weak! It’s just... I’m weak. And if they find you, they could just threaten me with everything they’d do to you! Even if nothing happened at all...” Your voice died down, your heart hammering against your chest as Xiao’s eyes softened.

Xiao was—speechless. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. Nobody had ever thought of him so kindly before, neither have they ever treated him as something other than a weapon of war.

So, he vowed. Like the night Rex Lapis found him all those millennia ago, like the night he broke free from the chains of manipulation—he vowed, time and time again—

“I will protect you, [Y/N]. For there is no need to protect me.”

[internal screaming]

diluc, of all people, no longer is afraid of ‘grudges’ or ‘debts’ owed to the fatui or abyss order. he dances with evil, masquerading each night for his life

and now, the only light in his world full of darkness, the only fire in the cold icy winds...

left

you left. you left with a little note saying you’d be back in what—five months?

a part of him was... shocked. it was surprised at how abrupt it was. one moment, the two of you were laying in bed, cradling each others’ forms. and the next? you were gone

the other part of him was... worried. did you want to leave him? what was this about? did you owe debt to the fatui? you could’ve told him, he would’ve payed for it all in a heartbeat

but diluc of mondstadt—hah, he was not known for stepping down so easily. so until he figures out why you left so suddenly, he is not stopping his search for the truth

and once he so happens to run into lumine and asks the traveler where you’ve been—he’s shocked

at first, he thinks lumine must me mistaken. what? what do you mean “[y/n] is heading out to fight the abyss herald”, you’re kidding... haha...

(lumine swore she saw her life flash before her eyes when diluc wrapped his head around the news)

diluc feels a bit... guilty. he feels guilty that he didn’t know sooner, he feels guilty that the abyss order is bothering you like how it bothers him, he feels guilty for everything

Wiping some blood that spilled from the corner of your mouth, you grimaced at the metallic taste. 

What was it? Err... day five? This was the first Abyss Herald you have encountered so far, and you could only assume it was the first of many.

Standing up, you sheathed your weapon. Your vision glowed brightly in the darkness of the ruins, the moon illuminating the way out as you sighed, pulling yourself across the stone cold floor.

As you trudged outside and into the moonlight, a twig cracked under a foot that wasn’t yours, prompting you to reach out and materialize your weapon, charging it with power from your vision.

“Who?”

Stepping out from the trees, your eyes widened at a sight you hadn’t expected to see—at least, expected to see this soon.

“Diluc?” You breathed, heaving a sigh of relief as the male took no notice to your words, instead, his vermilion eyes traced over your battered form, his eyes worrying even more with each glance he spared.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, rushing up to you as he pulled out some bandages, wrapping them around your wounds so he could get you back to the winery.

pushing yourself away from his grasp, diluc watched in hurt as you kept him away from your figure

“i couldn’t—i didn’t want you to get involved,” you mumbled guiltily, looking away from the male as his eyes seemed to berate you silently

“me involved? what do you mean?” diluc asks in disbelief. he of all people should be the one telling you that

“the abyss. i got in a tumble with them and now they’re after my blood,” you murmured, only causing diluc’s heart to pound even louder in his chest, his brain flickering to unpleasant memories as he rushed up to you, securely placing his hands on your shoulders

He’s... speechless. He doesn’t know what to say, what to do. He’s usually the one keeping people at arms-length—yet here you were, stealing his lines and his worries.

“I...” Diluc paused, trying to form words, and yet, nothing came to mind.

“...”

Silence. It filled the ambience and your hearts, yet, it was not the same silence in the abyss, nor was it the same silence before a nightmare.

It was a silence of awe, a silence that you’d hear before a firework would shoot up in the sky—it was calming, a relaxing wave like a seashell pressed against your ear.

A silent love—like the one you and Diluc shared. An unsung melody that played in the beat of your hearts, the breaths of the wind...

A silent promise, like a marriage or a confession, a promise to—

“I will be by your side, [Y/N]. No matter what.”

Through thick and thin, cold and warm, there is nothing but you two, two lovers against the darkness, dancing with ghosts and evil.

— constellations! 💫

[animeomegas]

I read the Naruto Omega request with the alpha commenting about how their kid is just like their Omega (and I loved it so much) but what if the kid is just like their Alpha parent? Like the Alpha hit copy/paste of their kid and it's obvious to everyone, especially their Omega parent.

(Hehe, the reverse, interesting! I got a bit carried away in some places, but this was really fun to write! Enjoy~)

Naruto - Naruto knows his pup looks a lot like his alpha, but they're also like him!! He can see it just fine! You see the way they don't like reading kanji? He didn't like reading kanji when he was their age! You see the way they scratch their head sometimes? He does that too! As far as he's concerned there is lots of him in his child and he doesn't know why no one else seems to see it. He will definitely dress them in the worst orange clothes and style their hair like his to try and get everyone else to notice the similarities.

"No, Kakashi sensei, you don't get it! I had to walk past Ichiraku's the other day and my pup started to cry because we were in too much of a rush to go in. They have great taste, just like me, believe it!"

Sasuke - Sasuke didn't think he was the sort to care that much, but he's honestly a little shocked. Uchiha genes are crazy strong, and he's surprised that his alpha's genes are apparently stronger. He also gets kinda embarrassed because he spent his whole pregnancy telling you that the pup was probably going to look a lot like him and he was very obviously wrong about that. But in the end, he honestly kind of likes it. He doesn't have the best self-esteem and he definitely holds a somewhat subconscious belief that the Uchiha bloodline is cursed, so he finds it relaxing for his pup to look so much like his alpha. It makes him feel like they have a chance at a good life, something he didn't even realise he was worried about beforehand. He prefers his pup to look as much like his alpha as possible.

"Huh," said Naruto, giving Sasuke's pup a glance. "If you were an alpha, I'd say your mate cheated on you, but I guess the pup came out of you, so I suppose you're all good."

"Tch, idiot," Sasuke scoffed, gently brushing his child's hair (his alpha's hair that he loved so much) from her eyes. "Don't be so crude."

Shino - He doesn't really notice, not at first, too enamoured by the fact that his pup is beautiful and amazing and someone him and his mate created together. But after a few comments from others, he starts to realise how little of him seemed to be part of that creation, and he gets a bit melancholic about it. Don't get him wrong, he thinks his alpha has amazing genetics and he loves them both but... he's been excluded from a lot in his life and the fact that he appears to have been excluded from this as well. It hurts. Thankfully, as soon as the pup is old enough to start dressing in the Aburame clan clothes, everyone immediately starts calling them a mini-Shino, telling him how much like their father they are etc. He always puffs up in pride and it doesn’t take long for his friends to notice and they make sure to say that as much as possible to him. I imagine his alpha also picks up on it and goes out of their way to point out the similarities.

"I had to pull him away from exploring in the woods today," you inform Shino, having just walked in from a walk with your pup to allow Shino some peace to clean the kitchen. "He didn't like being told he wasn't old enough yet. Much like someone else I used to know~"

"Is that so?" Shino felt like his heart might burst from happiness that his child loved looking for bugs in the woods as much as he did. "I'll have to take him there tomorrow. Why? Because I want him to be happy."

Shikamaru - If his child doesn't learn to appreciate the beauty of a nap soon, Shikamaru may just have to disown him. He's joking, of course, but he's another one who firmly believed in the dominant genes in his clan, so he is shocked to find that there is now a tiny clone of his alpha running around their house. His pup and his mate gang up on him all the time… poor long suffering Shikamaru. Apart from missing valuable napping/cloud gazing time, Shikamaru doesn't care that much, although he finds it distantly amusing that the future clan head looks nothing like a Nara. Maybe they’ll gain more of his traits as they get older, maybe they won’t, they’re his precious little pup either way.

“If I promise to give you some chocolate later, will you come and take a nap with daddy?”

“No, no, no! Don’t want to! Want to play!”

Shikamaru just let out a long-suffering sigh and resigned himself to being awake for the whole day. Troublesome.

Neji – Neji is so fucking over the moon, he can’t even put it into words. The second he sees his child’s eyes for the first time, Neji starts to cry. They have your eyes. In other words, they have no chance of developing the Byakugan and therefore no need to be given the caged bird seal. The weight that lifts off his shoulders is massive. He has no room in his emotions for any sadness that his pup doesn’t look like him, because he knows how unbelievably lucky he got with this.

You sat by Neji’s bedside, pup cradled in their arms, as you waited for him to come to after the c-section surgery.

When Neji’s eyes finally fluttered open, he immediately focused on the bundle in your arms.

“It’s a little girl,” you answered, understanding his silent question. “Either a beta or an omega.”

Neji didn’t speak, simply holding out his arms to take his daughter from his mate. But just as they transferred him his pup, they whispered something in his ear.

“She has my eyes.”

An unremarkable statement to most, but Neji startled and checked immediately. You were right. She had your eyes.

Exhausted, Neji burst into tears, leaning on his alpha for support and mentally thanking every power that may be for this miracle.

Iruka – Iruka doesn’t have any strong feelings either way. He just wanted someone to love and nurture, what they look like doesn’t mean anything to him. In fact, he’s pretty happy that his pup and his alpha are so similar because it makes him feel like he knows how to parent successfully. He knows his alpha better than anyone after all, so a pup who has the same personality and motivations should be easier for him to parent. He acknowledges every comment about how much his pup looks like you with a laugh. It’s true and it is a little amusing how similar the two of you are. (Also, does Iruka take all your baby photos and then stage matching ones with your pup because he thinks it’s cute how similar you are? Absolutely.)

“Here, if you eat all your vegetables, you can have some of this afterwards,” Iruka promised to his pup, brandishing a plate of both his mate’s and his pup’s favourite food. Without even a moment of consideration, his pup started to eat his vegetables.

Iruka smiled to himself. Works every time. (On both the most important people in his life.)

Itachi – Much like Neji, he’s very relieved that his child is unlikely to be able to unlock the Sharigan. The sharigan has brought Itachi very little good and so much suffering, so knowing his child can avoid that makes him extremely happy. Not to mention, the elders pretty much discard his pup as unimportant immediately, just how Itachi likes it, and while they do start harassing him about having more children, he would much rather that they were bothering him than his baby. He doesn’t let himself be disappointed that his child doesn’t look much like him. He has a healthy and happy pup that he loves with all his heart, and who is free from the perpetual harassment from the Uchiha elders. That’s the best situation he could have asked for.

“They don’t look like an Uchiha,” a blunt twelve-year-old Sasuke said, tilting his head at the bundle in his brother’s arms like he’d never seen a baby before.

Itachi didn’t take any offence and laughed softly, still very weak from the birth.

“Well, technically they are only half-Uchiha,” Itachi answered, absently stroking his pup’s head. “And I think they’re perfect.”

[bluexiao]

don’t know if this is still something u want requests for, but maybe childe and a reader who after meeting teucer realizes they would like to have kids with childe one day, or something like that? anyway thanks for ur time c:

Building a Family

THEMES: fluff, domestic, children convo

WARNINGS: mention of his real name

NOTES: I purposely did this in a headcanon way to somehow have a change of pacing. I hope you don’t mind! Please enjoy reading thank you for the request ^.^ also around this time i’m probably already asleep so i’m sorry if i may not be able to reply! (i scheduled it at around 4am hehe)

CHILDE

it all started when Teucer sent a letter specifically towards you

Your husband hands over the envelope with a confused face, crossing his arms afterwards with a raised brow

“Why would he send a letter to you? Can I see what he sai-okay, okay, I won’t. Knowing Teucer, he probably wanted to say something to you and didn’t want me to know it.”

The letter was apparently just to inquire how you were, was his older sibling treating you well, and then he inquired if he can visit your house by the weekends.

You agreed, of course, but not without telling it to your husband.

“But I have a mission on that day, are you sure you could take care of him alone? Well, I know that you can but-okay, alright. I trust you. I know you can handle Teucer pretty well.”

So when the day came that Teucer showed up, you waited for him at the port and you felt an overwhelming sort of feeling when he ran up and embraced you by your waist.

Your hand raised to caress Teucer’s hair and he looks up to you, where you then saw the same eyes that his older brother, your husband has.

For a moment, you felt as if you were with a little Ajax—maybe you were, but it did made you think of children—your children, will-be, that is, if your husband ever want to

Now you have always known that Childe’s a family man, but you just recently noticed that he hasn’t mentioned anything about creating a family with you—not that you minded, but seeing Teucer that day was enough for you to be reminded of that fact and made you feel odd.

Did you want to have children with Childe? Of course you did, but if he didn’t feel like it’s time… maybe not yet?

Still, you decided that day that you’d mention it by the time he comes home and Teucer too.

Spending your time with Teucer made you prepare yourself mentally and emotionally with the discussion that you wanted to bring up to your husband. Of course, you should be entirely sure before initiating this—this is a life-changing situation, thus it’s only proper to think about it as much as you can—in a positive way.

So the moment finally came and by the time you both settled down on the sofa, you finally asked him what he thinks about having a family with you.

“Children?” he turns to you, eyes curious and innocent, even, reminding you of Teucer and in turn the motivation to confidently answer him back with a nod.

He fully turns his body towards you, an arm still by the back of the sofa and behind you.

“Why are you bringing it up? Is it because of Teucer? Did he say something to you?”

You’d think he doesn’t like the idea at first, but he’d just be genuinely confused why you’re bringing this up all of a sudden.

“Not that I don’t want to…” he adjusts his seat and his hand reaches out to yours, bringing it up to his lips for him to land a soft kiss on it. “I want you to be sure, that’s why I waited for you to bring it up. Don’t think that I don’t want to make a family with you because I do.”

He’s not an insensitive guy so he will be serious during this conversation, but once it has came to an end, he'll crack a joke or two to lighten the mood.

Actually, I think he was thinking about having children the whole time and he would be scared to bring it up because of his work, additionally, what if you didn’t want to? Because of his title too? So honestly, when you brought it up, he’d be relieved and his worries would disappear the moment you side with him:)

[reilliane]

Mutualism (ii) ✤ Xingqiu ft. Chongyun

M u t u a l i s m | ii

A/N: Second part to Mutualism! Aka, this is Xingqiu’s attempted revenge to get back at Chongyun hehe.

✤ she/her

➸ Mutualism (i) - Chongyun ft. Xingqiu 

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Things are going to turn out great this day, the young swordsman believes it! Waking up on the right side of the bed, knowing that the afternoon ahead will be turning in to his favor—oh he can almost bask in the peaks of Huaguang without a care for the risk of falling.

Xingqiu has finally gotten the chance to 'snatch' [Name] away for a complete day and the chances of being interrupted by his friend—and rival—is nonexistent!

Why is that?

"Have a safe trip, Chongyun."

Why, his exorcism is requested over at Qingce Village!

The blue-haired exorcist manages a tiny smile to send towards [Name] who patted his shoulder. She's still saying a bunch of things, such as accompanying him to the village for the fun of it—but Chongyun refused. 

As much as he wants to, he knows that it won't be too fair on the end of Xingqiu, who is yet to actually spend time with [Name].

"Yes, please do have a safe trip. Don't hurry too much." smiles Xingqiu, his words genuine, but his eyes teasing.

The Cryo-user purses his lips a little at this but nods in agreement. Fondness aside, exorcism is a separate topic that must be addressed with seriousness and Chongyun is not one to be lackadaisical in a work that he is passionate about. So it goes without saying that maybe, he really won't hurry back—and that means more time alone! Hah!

That's equal, right? And fair.

It's a little comical to think of rivals deciding to be fair—but he digresses. Now, as Chongyun leaves the harbor -a little reluctant-, the noble teen smiles and offers to tour the girl around the stands, seeing that it is Lantern Rite and it's the girl's first time attending a Liyue festival. It is the perfect day, indeed.

Nothing is going wrong!

The first few hours in the afternoon is all about letting [Name] get a grasp of how the Rite works as well as accompanying her around the place. He finds out that she's particularly fond of the silk flowers, its amaranth hue enrapturing her at first glance. And of course, he wasted no time buying her a small hairpin with the said flower as the very design.

The intricacy of its gold outline is curved to perfection, immaculately suitable for her, he deems.

"Are you sure? I was just about to pay for that," [Name] says, uncertain as the swordsman holds it before her.

Xingqiu tips his head, a lazy smile lifting his lips as he replies, "Think of it as a gift, my lady."

He watches her huff faintly at this answer and he dwells in his minor triumph, knowing fully well that the way he worded his response won't make any room for her to turn it down. 

The girl has always been unable to reject gifts and other trinkets no matter their value, reasoning that it's just uncouth not to acknowledge the extra sacrifice some had gone through just to give a present.

The Hydro-user personally has a different view, hence how refreshed he is whenever he's around [Name].

Much like Chongyun's reason for admiring the lady, it was the girl's ability to exhibit something exhilaratingly new to them that makes her endearing. She is just a rare piece that you'll never be tired of being with, and he seeks to stay at her side because of it.

[Name] finally relents and the Guhua-arts practitioner smiles even more as she takes it in her hold. Just then—a short billow of the wind blows, swaying her [c] locks and allowing him to see a simple earring of baby blue in the form of a glaze lily.

He widens his eyes at it, his mind already clicking onto an answer.

So he has also given her a small present.

It only widens the curl of his lips, finding the challenge to be entertaining. It seems that when it comes to [Name], his dear friend is always one step ahead. He's never known the exorcist to be this competitive and driven when it comes to matters outside exorcism, so this is a new feat to look out for. 

One should really not underestimate the capabilities of a person who fancies someone.

But Chongyun is usually 'tamed', meaning he won't do anything too bold because he often has his congenital positivity to keep at bay.

And it's this small thought about his friend that totally turned the tables when—

"Oooooh, I finally found the two of you!"

Xingqiu stops abruptly at the perky tone of a voice he's not expecting to hear, his face slowly paling, unable to claim its hue even when [Name] stopped to call to him in concern. He takes a moment to consider what he heard, unintentionally blocking off other voices.

Ah, that can't be right.

"Where do you think you're going, lover boy? Hehe!"

That really can't be right. She's usually supposed to be at someplace else during this time of year... !

"A friend of yours, Xingqiu?" [Name] smiles as she's about to call to the newcomer who is darting down the streets, expression contorted into nothing but sheer mischief. 

Oh, he can already feel the heat of the 'newcomer's teasing as he sentences himself to a minute of complete silence, wondering why the afternoon suddenly turned out this way.

Everything's going by smoothly! It's just a few more minutes before sundown, too—minutes before he plans on confessing!

Oh, Morax, guide him.

The footsteps skid to a stop and a figure slides forward from the momentum, a flash of brown passing by the Hydro-user's peripheral as the said figure moves to [Name]'s front.

Oh, here we go.

"HooOOOH? You're a real beauty, aren't you? No wonder you have two guys wrapped around your finger!"

[Name]'s eyes widen at this.

"Thank you? And I don't think that's the appropriate term for-... !"

Sigh.

The other girl only grins, her eyes flying halfway down as she peers closer—almost as if she's about to whisper something. But she doesn't, and her voice is actually louder than before, like she's doing it on purpose to get a rise out of the composed noble. 

And—as much as he doesn't want to, he does, by a little fraction.

"So you're the oblivious kind, eh? Why do you think Master Xingqiu here calls you 'my lady' when he goes around calling others 'my liege'??"

[Name] silently whips her stare towards the swordsman, a baffled, "Wait really?" leaving her lips.

"With all due respect, Hu Tao," Xingqiu sends a bland smile, "I believe you weren't really invited in this... outing. Whyever are you here?"

The director whirls around, hands on hips with her visage displaying the same kind of playfulness, although this time it is laced more with confusion—as if she's genuinely at a lost but refused to let it surface too much. Just this motion allows the astute book lover to derive a theory that is then proven true only seconds later.

"Am I not allowed to meet pretty [Name] here, hm~? Afraid I'll.." the brunette giddily latches onto [Name]'s arms, her optics slanted devilishly, "Steal her from the two of you!?"

Is this karmic debt for messing with Chongyun's food?

The dark-haired swordsman splutters uncharacteristically at this, tiny coughs and clears of his throat coming one after the other as he attempts to construct a sentence that will suffice as a proper answer. 

One that he hopes is enough for the polearm user. But he's not able to, for all that comes in his head are excuses—and he knows through experience that serving excuses will only worsen the situation when the director is around.

Either way, the mentioned person manages to grin even more, her jesting personality knowing no bounds.

She proceeds to tease the poor wielder of Hydro, openly telling him to man up and confess—"Like Chongyun did!"—already, and that the presence of other people shouldn't stifle him into silence. 

While her bringing Chongyun in as a nice argument to incentivize him to do something is nice, it's not what Xingqiu thinks is worth getting too fussed up with.

He means—Chongyun only ever did confess because of the chili! It's a miracle he didn't pass out.

In a way, he had unknowingly helped the exorcist to confess... !

Hu Tao deadpans after hearing him state this specific realization minutes before sundown, just a couple of hours after the director started tagging along with the pair—and as much as the swordsman would like to take back what he said...

"If you phrase it that way, since you helped him, don't you think you should start making your move?"

That hit the spot.

"I haven't heard of someone giving points to a fellow love rival, how strange, it's like you want the two of them together—but won't that hurt?" the brunette thoughtfully taps her lip, pondering over her thoughts as she rocked her balance on her feet, "Unless Master Xingqiu’s the kind to be into masochism?"

What.

He chokes.

I'm not! And how does she know that term?

"What?"

Hu Tao blinks.

Is he into it!?

"What?"

[Name] enters the scene with an oblivious smile on her face, her hand holding a stick of grilled tigerfish as she turned her head to the two frozen teens who are moments away from gaping. She tips her head, astounded at the sudden silence. Especially when they were having a small argument a while ago!

Did they have another one of those poetry battles... ? Oh no, I'm not cut out for that.

"What?" she speaks—and the two jumps in surprise, both with varying expressions.

A flurry of words starts to overlap one another after they process her standing in front of them, with Hu Tao beaming and Xingqiu panicking, not wanting the girl to misunderstand anything lest she heard what they were talking about. 

If he's in the right state of mind, he would've been more conscious of the fact that they are in a rather populated area -as it is the festival-, but his appearance is basically on the line.

Normally he wouldn't mind, as it is not in his motives to change an outlook of a person about him but this is different—this is—.. this is [Name]!

"[NAME]! [NAME]—MASTERXINGQIUISINTOMASOCHISMCANYOUBELIE—"

"My lady! Please do not believe all the utterance she is speaking of! I am nothing of the sorts!"

Their tiny banter increases in volume, with the [c] haired female backing slowly as she tried to defuse the situation, careful not to let go of her stick of food.

Beyond determined to get her point across, the director only opted to bounce closer, irises dilating in complete and utter mischief—oh she knows what she's doing, alright—, much to the noble's panic. 

Thankfully, before she can ramble on and on, a low voice fades in from behind them. This is followed by Hu Tao shrieking as she is hoisted in the air by her back collar and onto the shoulder of an amber-eyed man.

"That's enough of that," Zhongli says, passively raising his hand as if to apologize for his boss' antics.

Xingqiu sighs in relief, a hand on his chest. He had taken out his book a few seconds ago, just about to thump it against the brunette's head -gently, of course!- to disorient her for a little while.

"Put me down, old man! Mr. Zhongli!" exclaimed the said female, "It's not every day I get to match two people in life and not in death!"

The man in question only shakes his head, his face blank—the two teens think it's a normal thing for him to come across—as he excused himself, all the while not letting go of his hold on the Pyro-user. 

The crowd automatically separates to create a way for him to walk through, curious stares flying from the director of the parlor and unto the member of a commerce guild.

[Name] takes a bite of her grilled tigerfish, [c] jewels twinkling in amusement.

"Well that's exciting, she's so upbeat!"

Oh, if only you know...

"So what was she talking about matching people? Do you fancy someone, Xingqiu?" she giggles playfully, almost like she's trying to pick up the subject that was momentarily dropped due to the arrival of Zhongli.

To this, Xingqiu consciously averts his gaze, unable to speak for he's still busy raking his mind for answers. 

Inner voices are debating whether he should flatly tell her that she's the one he fancies or simply reschedule his confession, and he can't choose! Not when he's slightly panicking, still a bit overwrought from the hysteria brought by Hu Tao.

He hasn't even processed that she's tugging him towards the small cliff with the waypoint near the entrance of the harbor! It's sundown, meaning that it is time to welcome the exorcist back from his trip to the faraway village.

Just accepting this stirred some kind of bitterness in his tastebuds, though he cannot deny that the time he spent with [Name] was nice, he's still underwhelmed because he hasn't accomplished his single goal. Now Chongyun is definitely a step ahead and... !

He purses his lips.

"I do, actually," he answers, relieved to find out that his voice didn't waver, "And it's you, my lady."

A few seconds later, the girl drops her hold on his sleeve and she turns to look at him with wide, blinking eyes. Xingqiu swallows thickly at the sight of her being showered under the refracting rays of beautiful orange, highlighting the surprise in her jewelesque [c]s. If he squints closely, there's a dust of pink on her cheeks.

[Name] laughs—anxiously, he notes.

"Oh! I like you too!"

His natural response is to turn red, of course, although he knows that she probably meant it in a platonic manner—she did it as if she's trying to assure herself that she was liked as a friend, which is weird! 

He's sure he delivered his message well, so why was she nervous?

Either way, his face is burning and his eyes are turning owlish. He is suddenly thankful that he's standing against the light, meaning the lady won't be able to see how red his face is as of the moment.

Hastily afterwards, he whips up his book to hide his face, his expression contorting into a flustered one as he sighs.

"I do not—I do not mean it like that, my lady.."

"..."

The only sound that came is the billowing breeze, heightening the suspense he's sentenced under as he thought over bringing the book down or keep it as it is. 

He is curious of the girl's reaction but at the same time, worried—because what if all that awaits is a look of uncertainty!? Like what one will give when they're unsure how to reject someone!

He's read it so many times in the novellas bought by his older sibling and oh! He doesn't wish to be put in the same spot.

Ahhh!  His face burns more. How did Chongyun handle this!?

"He's not... um, lying about that.."

A new voice enters the scene and he automatically removes the object that shielded his eyes, only to find the exorcist a few steps away from [Name], bashfully ruffling his icy hair. He's a little fatigued, evident of his long journey, but it seems like he still has a good hold of himself in spite of heating up.

Chongyun is somewhat hesitant, but he moves to his friend's side, anyway, eyes poignant in its stare against [c] ones.

"We like you, [Name]."

And the cat is out of the bag... Xingqiu mulls as he fixes his look upon the lady, who stared at the both of them with equal surprise. The tips of her ears are pink, or at least that's what the admirers think, but perhaps it's just the lighting of the setting sun?

They can't be too sure.

"...." [Name] looks down abruptly, finding the grass interesting as she starts to sway gentle, mumbling things to herself.

They don't miss the way she started picking on her fingers, a habit that implied her fluster.

"It will be so selfish of me, though..." she whispers in tune with the wind, her next words carried by the breeze, unable to be heard.

Chongyun and Xingqiu shot each other a questioning look before the latter speaks up,

"Pardon?"

The girl clenches her fist in what they can assume is resolve and they both freeze when [Name] finally looks up, her eyes firm, indicating that she has—to their fear and anticipation—reached a decision. 

They're swarmed with nerves, tiny beads of sweat dribbling down their temple—or is the setting sun just that warm?—as the girl opens her lips.

The two are rigidly waiting—and they're so, so certain that neither of them were chosen or she probably already had someone else but—

[Name] shuts her mouth after giving her answer, her lips thin and pursed as she played with her fingers whilst maintaining eye contact.

Thump

Meanwhile, both teens have faces comparable to jueyun chilis.

All is silent until Chongyun faints out of nowhere with a dazed smile, and Xingqiu stumbles over with the same look on his face.

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a/n: yes it ended in a poly-

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　To the Scrying Glass　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

[salemwritesxx]

happy birthday, kacchan

summary: Y/n and Bakugou celebrate Katsuki’s birthday every year ever since they were little.

w.count: ~ 3k

content warning: childhood friends to lovers, dating under 18, fluff, confession

Ever since Katsuki was little, he remembered being surrounded by a bunch of people – people his age, people older than him, people younger than him. And everyone would faun over him and his amazing quirk. It was inevitable that after kindergarten and throughout his school years, ‘friendship’ was something he valued less and less. Who needed friends anyways? He was amazing, everyone was just there to probably gain something from him and his amazing skills.

But, despite his best efforts to get rid of people in his life that he deemed unworthy to be his friend, there was someone Bakugou could have never pushed away – and that someone was you.

You and Katsuki had lived in the same neighborhood, your mother was friends with his mother and they both worked in the design industry and, in the end, you were born barely one month apart as well. So, it was inevitable that he and you were basically together ever since you were born. You shared everything. From laying in the crib together to bathing together to sleeping over at each other’s houses, you were always together growing up.

The one and only friend he deemed worthy, the one and only person that he could never get rid of and that he actively sought out when frustrated and angry – it had always been you.

---

“Kacchan!”, you smiled brightly as you called his name and ran towards him, the 4 year-old in question immediately turning around and in the end, catching you when you flopped into his arms.

“Y/n! Don’t glomp me!”, he embarrassingly yelled, though he also didn’t push you away, thus you didn’t care and instead, you took his sweaty little hand and pulled him with you.

“Kacchan, come with me. Come with me!”

“Eh?! Why??”, he whined annoyingly, yet he followed without any restraint.

“Close your eyes.”

“No! I don’t wanna!”

“Please.”, you looked at him so pleadingly, your e/c eyes sparkling, thus he just clicked his tongue, blushing lightly and closing his ruby eyes.

“Fine, but don’t do something dumb, Y/n!”

“I promise, I won’t!”, and so, you pulled him further into a secret little corner.

Bakugou then stood there for a few moments when you let go of his hand, only to open his eyes the moment you said, “CHACHAN! Happy Birthday, Kacchan!”, a big, wide grin on your lips as you held a limited edition All Might figurine in front of his eyes.

“Y/n…”, immediately, Katsuki little, ruby eyes sparkled as he grabbed the box, then he shouted in glee and before you knew it, he glomped you this time, making you laugh and squeal in excitement as you fell to the floor together.

“Kacchan… do you like it?”, giggling happily when he nodded and sat back up to stare at his new figurine, his words “This is the best birthday present ever, Y/n!” melting your little kid heart, knowing that begging your mother and helping out at home just so she would buy it for you, was well worth it in the end.

-

It was the day Bakugou, you, Izuku and some other friends were marching along the riverside. Your friend was quite excited, shouting his song about the Bakugou agency while you just smiled and shouted along.

Then, as you walked across the river, it happened, Bakugou slipped and fell, cutting his singing off as well as your own.

“KACCHAN!”, was your knee-jerk reaction as you looked down, the other kids mocking you for being so ‘dramatic’ and that Bakugou was Bakugou – amazing, he wasn’t hurt.

Izuku, however, had basically the same reaction as you, though, as you ran back and down the little cliff, you only heard a slapping noise.

Bakugou had slapped away Deku’s helping hand, he was visibly angry, feeling like he was mocking him and yet, you didn’t care about his furrowed brows or that he was about to cry from fury that was gleaming in his eyes – you just jumped him out of worry.

“Kacchan!”, you cried and your little arms held your friend as tightly as you could.

He should have pushed you away, he should have been as angry as he was with Deku, yet, he could barely press out a “Don’t glomp me!”; though, when you sat back up to look into his furious, ruby eyes, he was startled as he saw tears streaming down your face.

“B-But.. I was so scared, Kacchan… What if you would have hurt yourself?”, the way you cried over such a silly accident – why wasn’t he annoyed and angry the same way he was with that stupid Izuku?

Katsuki was still too small to comprehend these weird feelings and all he did was just click his tongue, look the other way and mumble something like “You’re such a stupid crybaby, Y/n!” while he didn’t push you away and just let you hug him.

Back then, neither his friends, Izuku, you or Bakugou himself understood why he had such a different reaction or why he didn’t push you away.

-

“Kacchan!”

“Don’t call me that!”, the 14-year old growled and stared at you with those angry eyes, yet you just smiled and then pulled out a present.

“Happy Birthday, Kacchan.”, you were never scared of his attitude, probably because you had lived your life by his side for as long as you could remember. Plus, he hadn’t pushed you away yet, like any other friend he had had.

“Why? I don’t need that shit.”, Katsuki tried so hard, but you insisted and pushed it into his hands.

“Kacchan… You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you…”

“HA?!”, he was so close to blowing up your present, but then, you leaned in closer, your noses almost touching and that stupid, wide smile playing around your lips.

“But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me. Mhmhh.”, you giggled, then rose again, “I hope you like it.”

Bakugou on the other hand was blushing furiously and he tried to kick you, though you chuckled and jumped back.

“You are such a dumbass! Don’t say that shit out loud…”, yet he still took the present with a little bit of grumbling.

He didn’t want to show it openly, but he was a tiny bit happy, there had never been a birthday in his life where you didn’t give him a present, even though he was sometimes mean to you, you were still as inseparable as you were in kindergarten. Bakugou didn’t know why he couldn’t manage to push you away like he had pushed away anyone else, but maybe it was because he didn’t even try hard enough…

“Y/n… Where do you get these all the fucking time??”, he held another limited edition All Might merch in his hands, his ruby eyes sparkling like they did when he was still a little kid.

“Hehe, that’s a secret.”, grinning widely, you grabbed a chair from in front of his desk to sit on it, he was the last one in the classroom anyways as everyone else had club activities or went back home.

“Wanna come to my place today, Kacchan?”

“Eh? Fine! I guess I have no fucking choice, ha?”, rolling his eyes, he tried so hard to sound annoyed when he grabbed his bag and the merchandise, his new pride and joy, and walked with you out of the classroom eventually.

On your way out of the school building though, you ran into someone, someone Bakugou didn’t know so he assumed you also wouldn’t know them, but he was wrong.

“A-Ahh! Y-Y/n-senpai!”, they stuttered, obviously embarrassed as they played with their fingers, not even acknowledging Bakugou beside you.

“Oh, Saito-san.”, you smiled at them and waved.

Why was he so pissed when he saw that? Why did he feel his heart quench when someone else besides him managed to make you smile? You weren’t supposed to smile at others like that…

“Y/n-senpai, I… uh. D-do you mind showing me- uhm… A math problem tomorrow? I- I’ve heard from my friends Y/n-s-senpai is really good a-and…”, they tried so hard and yet, Katsuki found their stuttering annoying, but what really pissed him off was your gentle smile as you nodded.

“Of course Saito-san. I’ll come by your class tomorrow at lunch, okay?”

Watching as they smiled so brightly and bowed made Katsuki angry.

“Don’t smile at him like that! Don’t stutter so much! Don’t try to get with him so fucking obviously!”, Bakugou thought, trying to keep his thoughts to himself as he only stared at them with his usual scowl.

“Shall we go?”

The way you smiled at him, the way you grinned, it all made his heart ache – but why? Why did Katsuki feel so… betrayed?

“Whatever!”, and with that, he threw his bag over his shoulder and walked with you back home, not knowing that this feeling of “being betrayed” would not fade away too quickly.

-

“Y/n-senpai! I like you, please go out with me?”, another one confessed to you.

And Bakugou had to witness it.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just so happened when he walked out of the school. You were so close to graduating, you were both ready to go to UA together – his one and only friend. Though… could he really call you “a friend” any longer?

Over the past year, Katsuki managed to figure out why he felt betrayed – it’s because he didn’t want to share you with anyone. You were his. Your smile belonged to him. Your laugh belonged to him. Your body was supposed to cling to his and no one else.

“You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you… But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me.”

Those words still echoed in his mind almost every day after it happened. At first, he was confused why such words as “I like you” from another boy could make him feel so… weird? He had only ever seen you as his best friend, but nothing more.

And yet-

“I’m sorry, Suzuki-san. I already like someone else. And… there is no one else for me but them…”, you said, smiling to yourself and bowing lightly.

Who was it?

He didn’t know.

Why?

Why didn’t he know?

It almost ate him up inside that he didn’t know who you liked. But why was Katsuki even so obsessed about knowing? It’s not like it was any of his business anyways…

Bakugou didn’t like anyone – a lie.

Bakugou didn’t have any romantic feelings towards you – a lie.

You were just his friend – a lie.

Why did he keep lying to himself all throughout Middle School?

-

“Kacchan. Happy Birthday.”, you smiled so brightly like you always had, though this time as you handed him the present, others in the class 1-A came closer.

“Y/n- I-“

“Woah it’s Bakugou’s birthday, huh? Happy Birthday man!”, Kirishima said, even though they barely knew each other at that point.

He was pissed. He didn’t want anyone to know or acknowledge his birthday. Only you were allowed to.

“I don’t need your fucking birthday wishes!”, he grumbled and stood up and for the first time in 16 years, he pushed the present back into your hands and stomped away.

“Kacchan…”

Bakugou didn’t look back, he just stared straight ahead when he walked along the big hallways of UA. He didn’t want to see your hurt face.

“You don’t get presents from anyone because no one likes you… But I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me.”

He wondered if that was still true. How long could he hide his true feelings behind his mean attitude towards you before you would turn your back? Katsuki was a shit friend, he knew. All he wanted to do was focus on his hero career. And yet, he had to deal with things such as “love”? Pathetic…

“Kacchan!”

There it was again. When he turned around, you were there chasing after him, like always. Ever since you were little, but this time you stopped a few feet away from him. It was a quiet spot just by the lockers, so no one was nearby.

“Ha? Didn’t you fucking hear, dumbass? I don’t want it!”, Bakugou wanted to sound threatening, his usual dark growl in his voice had scared almost anyone – anyone but you.

“Kacc… Katsuki.”, you then suddenly said, your usual happy facial expression turning so serious it hurt his heart, “If you don’t want to be my friend anymore, that’s okay.”

Wait! What?! When did you-

“You have pushed everyone away and I thought, I could stay forever. I… wanted to stay by your side, but… You have so many new friends now. I think I am obsolete, don’t you think?”, your sad smile was enough to make him feel like his heart was ripped in two.

“No- Y/n-!”, he hated how he could barely choke out your name, because he never thought the day would come where you would turn your back on him.

“That’s why…”, then you stepped closer and presented the gift again, “I want you to have this last gift from me. Please accept it, Katsuki.”, you pushed it into his hands that he just couldn’t help but take it.

For the first time, his tongue was tied and he didn’t know what to say.

When you turned around and walked away, he wanted to call out to you, tell you to stop being so stupidly dramatic, but in the end, Katsuki just said, “”I will always like you Kacchan, even if you are really mean to me” That’s what you said to me, no!? So why the fuck are you leaving?!”

You stopped, but didn’t turn around.

“Kacchan… Whenever I’m close to you, my heart hurts. My head starts spinning, I get dizzy and my stomach turns, because all I wanna do is grab and kiss you… but I CAN’T!”, then you slowly looked back, that sad smile playing around your lips again, “But you don’t get it… You don’t have time for this “mushy shit”, right?”

Bakugou’s heart was thumping so loudly, his ruby eyes widened as he stared at you with mouth agape. Trying to realize what you just said to him. You liked him – like REALLY liked him. Like he liked you.

“Y/n… I don’t understand…”, he was lying. And it made you furious.

Before he could react, you had kabe-don’ed him against the lockers, both of your hands above his and your face so close to his he let the present fall onto the ground in order to claw at your school uniform – he didn’t know why he did that.

“Don’t tell me you don’t understand. You are a fucking genius, you ace every exam, you have an amazing quirk, so don’t play fucking dumb anymore.”, it was probably the first time in his life he saw you so… Wild? Angry? In Pain? And all of those emotions were because of him.

Suddenly, he had hot tears welling up in his eyes – it wasn’t out of sadness. Katsuki was frustrated and angry. Angry at himself for never realizing it. Angry at you for never clarifying it. Angry at everyone and everything.

Before you realized anything, he suddenly reached out and his lips brushed against your own.

His face was beet red, he was visibly pouting and scowling deeply, especially when you stared at him, completely taken aback.

“Kacchan… Do you mean…?”

“Ever since fucking SaItO-SaN wanted help with their math problem… but you never realized anything…”, Katsuki rolled his eyes, making a single tear run down and over his cheek, “I am so fucking jealous… When you talk to someone that isn’t me…I feel betrayed and alone… You should only smile at me, dumbass!”

“Can I kiss you?”, your question almost made his head explode with embarrassment as it came so suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere, but then he just grabbed your neck and pulled you down on his own with a “Don’t fucking ask.” before your lips collided.

A very clumsy first kiss.

He didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what to do. But it was okay.

Everything was okay now.

“Don’t you dare…leave my side… ever again, stupid.”, was the one thing he whispered as your noses brushed against each other, before you hugged him tightly and he buried his face at your shoulder and yours buried in the nook of his neck.

“Never!”

-

“Happy Birthday, Baby.”

He was groaning a bit, still tired as he slightly turned, one eye open to look at you, mumbling an “It’s too fucking early, Y/n…”, that earned him your giggle as you hugged him tightly, face cuddled into the nook of his neck.

“I can’t help it… I still wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday…”

Inevitably smiling a little, he just softly kicked you and mumbled a “So mushy.”, before he grabbed your hand to lace your fingers together, your wedding rings touching. Though, you had other ideas when you rose and then turned him as well so he was laying on his back, groaning a bit again.

“Y/n- mh!”, being interrupted by your lips, Katsuki just didn’t have the willpower to push you back and instead, he wrapped his arms around your neck when you pushed him into the soft mattress.

“It’s our first time celebrating your birthday in our own place, Baby… You don’t have to go to the agency today, right?”, it was only 5 in the morning and yet, you already were so horny and purred so seductively that, even though he rolled his eyes, Katsuki grinned and pulled you back in for another kiss.

After celebrating 19 birthdays with you, the 20th was probably one of the best he had thus far.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: I don’t know if I forgot to mention, but this is for Bakugou’s birthday :) jk jk lmao hope it was enjoyable! I kind of had this idea of them celebrating each and every birthday together so… I couldn’t help but make it a childhood to lovers thing; AND it’s only 2 days late so I am happy with that

[just-a-quirkless-loser]

Invective Pain

Alpha Bakugou x F!Omega Reader

Words: 2.4k

Requested by: @goatsenpaiultimate

Hehe, sorry for the wait you guys. It’s been a rough few weeks for me. Also, the song ‘Butterfly’s Repose’ by Zabawa is amazing to listen to while you read this💜

Warnings: harsh language, Bakugou being an asshole, angst

“Get the fuck off me.”

“Alpha, please.”

“I said, get off. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been too clingy,” you prove his point and cling to his arm.

“I miss you,” you try to nuzzle his neck so he can scent you. With your wolf quirk, it was getting harder and harder to stay away from Bakugou for long periods of time. Your instincts were on hyperdrive, always wanting him within your reach so you knew he was safe.

“Don’t you understand what ‘no’ means?” Bakugou tenses up as you continue trying to climb his body. Due to his inability to express himself, he’s still not used to your affections.

“I can’t help it,” you ruffle your tail to prove your point.

“Well, try harder to help it.”

“But, alpha-“

“No, I’m sick and tired of your bullshit. As soon as I come home, you want to climb all over me. I can’t even take a fucking shower,” you hunch into yourself as you take a step away from him. Looking back on it, he did have a point. You could stand to at least allow him a few moments to himself before you bombard him. But, it’s just hard on you.

Because of your quirk, you’ve always been the type to cling to people and try to protect them. You miss your parents because you considered them to be your pack but, that all changed when you met Bakugou. After a few months of dating, you moved in with Bakugou (your inner Omega told you she’d love to start her own pack with him). However, it’s been a difficult transition.

Bakugou normally takes your clinginess in stride but, it’s been hard for him lately. All he wants to do is take you underneath him and nuzzle you and treat you like a queen. But, he’s been dealing with this case. It’s been stressing him out and he’s never been the type to deal with stress in a correct way.

“I’m sorry.”

“Fuck, I- FUCK! Omega. I just can’t keep doing this. You’re fucking annoying. This was a mistake. We shouldn’t have moved in together,” his words stung in your mind like a swarm of hornets, making you yelp in your mind. Although, no one would ever be able to tell your inner turmoil from the calm look on your face. Why does he have to tear you down with his words? What does he gain from your dissociation? Does it bring him satisfaction to win the argument? Even at the expense of your heart? The same heart he swore to protect when he chose you as a mate.

“I’m sorry,” and you don’t understand why. You just stand there with a blank expression, no longer feeling that your heart is safe in his hands. And, that is worse than losing an argument the two of you have.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I’m tired of you sticking to my fucking side like a toddler. You’re always hovering over me. I need space,” you intend to give him all the space he needs. “Selfish extra.”

He doesn’t know what his words do to you as he goes to the room you share, bumping you out of his way. You want to cry, you want to chirp, you want to-to-die; without him-without your alpha- what is there to live for?

Your omega crawls to your heart, shriveling up like a raisin as if your soul has been sucked by a vacuum. You feel your heart drop; the first sign of Omega Depression and you don’t tell Katsuki. How can you?

He made it clear how bothersome you were in his life. You never meant to be a burden to him. All you wanted to do was love him and give him the love he lacked from his teenage years. But, it’s transparent that you’re not wanted by the person your soul has imprinted upon.

You sit on the couch, staring into nothingness. What did you do wrong? What was so wrong with wanting to love him? You feel weak. Maybe if Katsuki had someone stronger, someone who could take his invective words in stride, he’d be happier.

As you wallow in your own pain, Katsuki is upstairs taking a shower. Part of him feels relieved to finally have some space to himself and the other scolds him for what said; he barely remembers what he said to you exactly. All he knows that your face is blank so, he assumes it’s not too bad since you weren’t crying.

He walks out of the shower expecting to see you but, he’s greeted with an empty bed. He figures you just want space to be angry so, he lets you stay downstairs.

‘It’ll be fine tomorrow,’ it won’t. As he dozes off to that thought, you were downstairs stuck in your mind. It's your fault for always forgiving him after he’s verbally ruined you You just thought your love for him outweighed anything he said to you. But, your unconditional love has reached its limit.

You wait till he falls asleep before you break the facade (you still want him to get his sleep so he can wake up healthy tomorrow). You heave and whimper as you curl into a ball on the cold living room floor. You shake from the force of your tears, tears falling like rain in the spring. You’re trying to smile to stop the tears but, your mouth ends up in a horrible grimace as you silently berate yourself. Your hands scrape at your arms, nails taking patches of your skin as a way to distract your mind. You don’t sleep that night; you don’t sleep for any of the nights that follow.

When you hear your alpha’s alarm clock sound, you climb on the couch with your face smooshed to the cushions. Katsuki follows his nightly routine, not even checking to see if you’re okay. He just gets dressed for his patrol and leaves breakfast on the table for you, kissing your hair goodbye before he leaves out the door.

You’re once again crying as you just lay there. You don’t bother to call your job to notify them of your absence. If anything, you just lay there, your tail curled around your body as if it’s protecting you from the world.

You feel useless against your heart because you know you shouldn’t have allowed Bakugou’s temper to get to this point. You had suggested therapy and anger management to him many times but, he was persistent in telling you that he had it under control. You knew he thought seeking therapy was weak (as he thinks most things are weak) but, you just wanted him to think before he spoke.

You can tell that he’s tried to do better for you and you appreciate that but, it’s not enough anymore.

This was the last straw. Not because you still don’t love him but, because you’re now in your Omega’s Depression. It’s a fairly new phenomenon. The doctors warned Omegas and Alphas that their second genders could drive them into a comatose state if the genders were met with unfavorable conditions. Your omega has started the process and you can only hope that Katsuki figures that out before it’s too late.

At first, Bakugou didn’t think anything about your attitude. He just thought you were giving him space (which he hated. It feels weird to him to be alone when he was always with you and he’s too prideful to admit that) however, he knows something is wrong when you start to avoid him.

You don’t talk to him like you use to, you don’t cook his favorite spicy ramen anymore, hell, you don’t even come to bed anymore. It’s like two strangers living in the same house (well, roommates would be more accurate). And, he misses you.

“Why are you sleeping on that shitty couch?” He’s standing above you with his arms folded, head to the side so he can hide his blush. You don’t respond, dried tear stains on your cheeks.

“Not gonna answer? What you’re too good to speak to me?” He squats down to eye-level. His breath fans across your face, the smokey caramel of his scent bringing more tears to your eyes. “Omega?”

You still don’t answer. He takes that as you still being angry about the argument; he also notes the change in your scent.

“Tch,” he walks to the bedroom and comes back with a few blankets so he can make a small hammock beside the couch at your side. He slips into the covers, hand upon your waist so he can feel you. “Goodnight, Omega.”

The next day, you’re still in the same spot on the couch above him. He does his routine, this time spending longer at saying goodbye.

“I’ll be back, Omega. Cuddling wouldn’t be the worse thing when I get home,” you stare blankly.

“And, I put some of your favorite cookies on the table,” still nothing.

“I love you,” nothing. And, that’s how he knows that everything is wrong. He spends the day on patrol, withdrawn from his hero-work. All he can think about is that blank look in your eye, the stillness of your home, the taste of failure on his tongue.

‘I fucked up,’ he sure did.

He comes home and you're still in the same spot. He doesn’t even think you got up to use the bathroom. You’re the first thing he attends to when his boots cross the threshold.

“Omega, you need a bath,” you don’t move so he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. Your body is sweating and that stench gets even worse. “Omega, I’m sorry.”

But, sorry doesn’t fix everything. Sorry is nothing when you truly hurt someone. Sorry is when someone feels obligated to correct their wrongs (not because they want to). Sorry is the Black Licorice of apologies.

“Have you gone to work?” No. He knows you haven’t but, he just wants you to talk to him. His alpha cries for his mate yet, she doesn’t respond. “Baby?”

The bath is spent in silence as you sag on him. His hand's card through your (h/c) hair, trying to release some of your tension. It’s such an intimate moment of him caressing your body as though you are a precious work of art. His lips latched onto the mating mark on the side of your neck, reminding you that he cares.

When he gets you out of the tub, he dries you with your favorite fluffy towel. His carmine eyes gaze at you adoringly from your navel, blonde hair resting against your belly. One in a while, he’ll kiss your legs and feet, silently showing how much he truly cares for you.

Night rolls around and you both follow the same routine as before; you’re laying on the couch and he’s laying beside you on the floor. You’re not eating and that terrifies him. Sadly, this goes on for another month. And, Katsuki is growing desperate to have his omega back.

“I allowed my anger to do this to her- to me-to us. And, now, I don’t know if I can help her anymore,” he joined an anger management group (which, coincidentally helped his public image as well) after he realized the argument caused the rift in your relationship.

And, you’re proud of him on the inside, even if you can’t show it. At least he’s trying but, your omega just turns a blind eye to his efforts. You commend Katsuki for not giving up though.

‘It must be hard trying to change and improve for someone and they don’t even acknowledge your existence,’ you do feel bad for him. It seems that your love does outweigh his words.

But, you’re dying. He knows it. You know it. It’s known. He just won’t accept it.

“Omega,” you’re unconscious. He came home from the weekly session to find you unresponsive (well, more unresponsive than what you’ve been). “Omega, fuck-please-I God I, please wake up.”


So, you’re at the hospital now. The antiseptic burns your sensitive nose as you’re propped up on the hospital bed, sheets crinkling under your body. The doctors told Bakugou that you didn’t really have long to live but, he just can’t allow you to go without trying his best to save you.

“Omega, please, look at me,” you look at him but, it’s like you’re not seeing him. Your eyes don’t have the shine they used to. “Omega, please.”

You can’t answer him. What if you said the wrong thing? You were clinging to life by a single strand of fiber, death clinging to your scent. You knew you couldn’t handle it if Katsuki’s words hurt you once more.

“Please, talk to me, yell at me. Hit me. Do anything,” you can’t. Your voice is stuck in your mind. “Get mad. Throw something. Spit on me! Push me away. Shit, anything. Please just please please pleaseeee, fucking, please. PLEASE I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO BE WITHOUT YOU. Please stop looking like you want to die.”

“But, I do,” you hope he can understand.

“NO! NO NO! I FUCKING NEED YOU. I LOVE YOU,” he chokes on his words as he gathers your face in his hands. “I’m such a piece of shit. It takes you dying for me to realize how much I love you. But, I do. I love you so much it hurts. I can’t lose you.”

“Wipe your tears,” you brush your thumbs across his cheek to gather his tears. “I’m right here.”

“How can you love me still? Your will to live is fucking weak and it’s my fault! And, I’m sitting here asking you to hold on for me. You don’t even have to speak to me. Just stay here. I promise I’ll stay here with you. You can’t leave me.”

“Bakugou-“

“For fuck's sake, It’s Katsuki to you! I did this to you. I’m so sorry for what I said. I’m sorry for pushing you away when I felt I didn’t deserve your love. I’m sorry for making you feel the pain I felt all these years. I’m sorry for being a shitty alpha,” he cries in your lap as you pat his back. Your omega stores, crooning to help her alpha. You’re not dead; the future may look bleak but, you know it will finally bring you the love you longed for.

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