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[starsechoes]

i have really not been feeling myself or my writing chops lately, i think being sick the last two weeks coupled with holiday stuff has drained me more than usual. but i would like to try some drafts this weekend, see if anything sparks to me.

i appreciate y'alls patience as always xoxoxo happy holidays hope everyone is safe and healthy.

[deonsx]

Hellooo! I was wondering if u could make a fic or headcanon (its up to u tho!) about seishirou fake dating? I think the reason would be bcs the girls in his school would stop chasin after him or smthing like that? And ofc eventually they like each other. I hope ur doing well! take ur time and have a great day!

Heyaa!! The request box is pretty full these days, I'm moving as fast as I can, have a nice read!!

Fake Dating With Nagi Seishiro

Seishiro is fed up with the constant attention he gets from the girls at school. No matter how politely he turns them down they just won’t stop chasing after him. It is tiring and it is starting to interfere with his focus. Finally he comes up with a plan. He needs a fake girlfriend. Someone who can convincingly pull it off and won’t actually fall for him

That is where you come in. Maybe you are a friend or maybe you are just someone who seems reliable and disinterested in him romantically. One day after class Seishiro corners you with his usual calm and collected demeanor intact “I need your help” he says crossing his arms and leaning casually against the wall “Pretend to be my girlfriend. Just for a while. It will get them off my back”

You blink at him surprised “Why me??” you ask skeptical “Because you are the only one who won’t make this weird” he replies with a faint smirk “And you are also the only one who doesn’t seem interested in all the attention I get” After some hesitation you agree “How hard could it be” you think. A little hand holding here a few staged moments there and it will all be over soon enough

But as the plan unfolds things don’t go quite as planned. Seishiro who is always calm and cool starts to act differently. At first you think it is just part of the act. Like the way he suddenly gets protective when someone teases you or how his smiles feel more genuine when it is just the two of you. But then you realize it is not just an act anymore

And maybe you are not just pretending either

At first, Seishiro would approach the fake relationship like a task. He remains composed and distant, treating the whole situation as a formal arrangement. Holding your hand or placing an arm around your shoulder would feel mechanical, done only when necessary to convince others

However, he takes the role seriously. If someone questions the authenticity of the relationship, Seishiro defends it without hesitation. He might casually say “She’s my girlfriend. Isn’t it obvious?” His confidence leaves no room for doubt, making the act even more convincing

As time passes, Seishiro’s demeanor starts to shift. Initially, every small gesture like walking you to class or standing closer than usual feels calculated. But soon it starts to feel natural. The way he looks at you, lingers a bit too long. The way he laughs at your jokes feels a little too genuine for an act

You on the other hand, are nervous in the beginning. Agreeing to the fake dating arrangement seems simple at first, but being the center of attention feels strange. When someone asks “When did you two start dating?” you might panic stumbling over an answer

Over time though you start questioning your feelings. Is this really just fake? Or have you started to care about Seishiro more than you’re willing to admit?

Together, your interactions change. What began as staged hand-holding turns into moments that feel genuine. A hug in public doesn’t stop as soon as people stop looking. A playful argument about what to eat ends with him smiling in a way that feels far too intimate for a fake boyfriend

Then there’s the jealousy. Even though the relationship is fake, you both start to notice how uncomfortable it feels when someone flirts with the other. It’s subtle at first Seishiro’s narrowed eyes when someone gets too close to you, or the way you feel your chest tighten when another girl compliments him

Eventually, these small moments lead to something bigger. Maybe one night, after a particularly convincing moment in public, you find yourselves alone. Seishiro looks at you, a rare vulnerability in his gaze, and asks “If this is supposed to be fake, why does it feel so real?”

Enjoy!

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landslide | chapter 4

chapter tags: alcohol mention, reader has a toxic boyfriend, implied cheating on reader by said boyfriend

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You dream of the ocean. 

Blue against blue, hot dry sand between your toes. The aftermath of salt under your tongue. You're swimming. You look, feet kicking, hands paddling, but there's no shore to break your line of sight. The horizon stretches until it fades, a blurry blue line as vast as the world. 

You don't feel afraid. You're just tired. Your arms and legs feel so heavy, and the water feels heavy, too. Waves are coming faster, weightier; you dip below and break through the surface— 

until you're pulled under. 

Buried alive under big heaving wells, swallowed down by surface gravity. You claw against the water, desperate, fighting for air— 

and cough yourself awake. Your chest hurts, tight with the remnants of your nightmare, and for a split second you feel panic when a weight presses on you; but it's just Kettlebell who curled up on top of you somewhere during the night. 

Upon feeling your hand in his fur his head lifts, big dark eyes blinking hello. Then he yawns and hops off you. Now that you're awake his job is done, and he can go annoy Mim in peace. 

When you swing your legs over your bed you groan, pressing a hand to your forehead. Your temple throbs, occasional pinpricks of pain shooting like stars over your eyes. 

Last night comes back to you slowly. 

The bar, the too-many drinks, no sight of Dave. The kind stranger who listened to your blubbering about your boyfriend. 

Hot shame rushes through you now that you recall your words in the wondrous, headache-inducing light of sobriety. God. You totally unloaded on a guy you'd never met before and then he... 

He called you a cab, didn't he? And made sure you were sent home. 

You bury your head in your hands and mouth the words what on earth is wrong with me. 

The mortification is enough to eat you alive. You vow you'll never let it get that far again—with alcohol or waiting for Dave that long. Speaking of which... 

You raise your head and grab for your phone. Predictably there's an apologetic text from Dave waiting for you: 

01:24 Srry missed your calls, smthing came up with a friend x 

You stare at the screen for a long moment. 

Slowly, like your fingers haven't quite made up their mind yet about replying, you type out an answer. 

08:50 I waited a long time for you. 

You chew your lip as you send it, feeling anxious and small. When Kettlebell returns to the bed to let you know his and Mim's food bowls are still offensively empty, you shake yourself out of it and go through the motions of your morning routine.  

Before you hop in the shower, however, you can't resist another peek: 

09:22 Make it up to you? 

You exhale.  

See? He doesn't say it explicitly, but he's sorry. He'll make it up to you. He cares about you.  

Life happens, things get in the way. You have to believe that. What is a relationship if you can't trust your partner? 

What is a relationship if not the feeling of throwing yourself off the tightrope and waiting for the other to catch you mid-fall? 

“Wear the sluttiest one you have,” Liv says. Her voice crackles on speakerphone; her face is out of frame on the video call, bending down to apply her eyeliner. 

You laugh. “The sluttiest—? God, I don't know if I even have anything like that.” 

You sift through your clothes again, slowly, pulling out one or two things that might make the cut. It's been a while since you've gone out with just friends, just for fun, just for yourself. 

Without Dave. 

He hasn't made good on his promise to make it up to you yet—says that with his holiday coming up he's extra busy, has to make sure things don't fall apart once he leaves. 

The reminder of the stupid Bora-Bora trip with his stupid marketing colleague has been enough to leave you on edge.  

And while you don't think Liv and you will ever become best friends she's been kind. When you texted her in a fit of tears about Dave flaking on you again you expected excuses for his sake— 

You're so lucky! 

—but instead she called him a cunt and said you should join her and some others to go dancing. Shake your ass and make him regret on losing out on time with you, she'd said, and even though it's not your thing you agreed. 

If only to feel like you could. 

“Wait, what's that one? The black one?” Liv peers into the camera. One eye is perfectly made up, smoky dark eyeshadow contouring an arched, pencilled-in brow. 

“This one?” You pull the dress off its hanger and hold it up for the camera to see. 

It was an impulse buy. On sale. The fabric felt soft and stretchy, and even though you could see your panties in the changing booth mirror when you bent down you loved the look of it too much to leave it. 

You'd just started dating Dave. You remember you were still feeling giddy and excited with that nervous kind of confidence that made you blush and smile and think maybe I'll wear it for him one time. 

It's been gathering dust in the back of your closet ever since. 

“Yesss,” Liv says. “That's what I'm talking about.” 

When she goes back to her make-up table you hold the dress up in front of the mirror. 

It doesn't feel like you. 

It feels like the person you once really wished you were, and even that wishful optimism is no longer part of your repertoire. 

You turn around. “Hey, do you think—” 

Your phone buzzes, covering Liv's face with a popup that says in big white letters incoming call! 

You grab it quickly, throwing your dress on the bed. “Hang on, someone's calling—” 

With one swipe Liv disappears, and you hold the phone to hold to your ear. Unknown number.  

“Hello?” 

“Simon.” 

“Nice to finally meet you,” you smile, and shake the massive hand held out to you. Simon runs warm; his grip is firm and brief. “I, um. I heard about your mother passing. From Beth. I'm so sorry.” 

He averts his eyes for a moment. They're a lovely warm shade of brown, starkly contrasted against his pale skin and blond lashes. Up close you see shadows of nicks and scars. Souvenirs from his work. 

“Thanks.” 

He hardly says another word all evening. At times it feels more like he's watching over rather than participating in your little party of friends gathered at Tommy and Beth's apartment; a hulking shadow brooding in the corner, shying away from the inner circle of light and laughter. 

It'd be easy to forget he was there, but you don't. 

You're a little fascinated by him. If Beth is like your sister, what does that make him? Family by-proxy-by-proxy. You've heard enough about him to decide he's got a good heart underneath his withdrawn demeanour, and it makes you eager to forgive what others might see as rudeness. 

You sneak looks all throughout the get-together, in between board games and salty snacks and bad jokes. Try to map his heavy brow, his serious gaze, the scar running over his chin that mirrors the one Tommy has on the back of his neck. 

After the first few times you chalk it up to coincidence. But when you look again, again—those brown eyes meet yours. It confirms: 

Simon's been looking at you, too. 

“I don't understand,” you say. 

You're not convinced this isn't a prank call. No, worse—a scam. Even when “John” reads out Joseph's place, date, and time of birth—even when he could tell you Beth's middle name or Tommy's last place of work. 

There's just no way. 

“Just... after eight years? Isn't that a crazy long time...?” 

A begrudging pause. “I can't tell you everything, sweetheart. Confidential. You understand.” 

You try to. Simon left you something, John said. Wouldn't say what. Couldn't say how. But it's for you, if you want it, just making sure— 

Of course you want it, you tell him. You have a P.O. box, he can send it anytime— 

“It was requested you receive it in person,” John says. “On base.” Paper is shuffled and shifted in the background. Faintly you hear a door open and close. “There's one not too far from your address.” 

“John” gives you the directions, and a quick google shows that he's not lying; there really is a base close by, and it fits John's description. 

“Okay. Um... Do I need to bring anything?” 

“Your ID should do.” John clears his throat. “I'll have one of mine handle it. Mention my name—John, Captain Price, whatever you like—and they'll sort you out.” 

“Alright. Thank you...” 

You end the call feeling dazed. Tonight was supposed to be for letting go of everything, for living in the now, in the moment—and suddenly the past comes knocking at your door. 

The anxiety returns like a wave crashing on your shore. 

You should be over this by now. It's been so many years. You've cycled through all of grief's vicious stages, and the sadness and loss has dulled to the point you don't think of it anymore every day. And even then—it was Beth who was your best friend, Beth who you cried for the hardest. Not Simon. Simon was— 

(family by-proxy-by-proxy) 

—special. 

But him leaving you something behind shouldn't be enough to derail the peace you've clawed out for yourself. 

Right? 

You tell Liv it was a family thing when she asks, but she's concerned, says you look pale; “Are you sure you're up for going, babe?” 

You open your mouth to say yes. 

Before you can, though, a notification pops up. It's Dave. You told him you were going out earlier today and received no response—more and more often these days, you remember thinking—and shrugged. Put it out of your mind. 

You open the text. 

Oh I was thinking we do chinese tonight and a movie marathon 

You bite your lip, hard. Text back, Sorry, maybe some other time? 

He's not usually one to respond so quickly, but the three dots pop up before you're even done typing. 

We can go out together sometime 

Just call and cancel 

I'll get your fav <3 

—you crumble. 

It's pathetic, but right now all you want is someone's arms to bury yourself into and to cry on a familiar shoulder. To not be alone in a crowd of strangers with girls that you don't know very well. 

You take a shuddering breath and try for your best apologetic smile. “Liv? Sorry. Um—I think the family call thing got me a little harder than I thought.”  

How do you explain what Simon was to you? What Beth and her family were to you? 

“I'm really sorry for flaking on you suddenly, but is it okay if I go with you next time?” 

“Of course, babe,” Liv rushes to assure you. “Take it easy, okay? You really don't look so good. We can go out dancing anytime—I'll add you to the groupchat.” 

“Thanks. Have fun,” you tell her, and she says she will before the screen goes dark. 

With trembling hands, you press the call button. 

“Um, sorry. Am I in the way?” 

“Not at all.” The guy before you flashes you an easy smile. “Want one too?” 

You nod yes, and watch him pour you your drink. He has nice hands; slender, nails neatly trimmed, a plain watch around his wrist. 

“I'm Dave,” he says as he hands you your drink. You accept with a smile and offer your own name, and go through the usual so what do you do for work, who do you know here, did you come with a friend, what food did you bring to the potluck? 

“Er,” he says a little sheepishly, “just drinks, I'm afraid. I can't cook to save my life.” 

“It's not so hard once you get started. They've got these food delivery boxes now, where you just get everything you need for a meal.” 

“Ah, I want to, but. You know.” Dave gestures with his hand. “Work keeps me so busy when I get home all I want to do is pass out.” 

You give him a sympathetic smile. You know that feeling too, all too well. “So that's why you're here, huh?” you joke. “To eat your fill and then leave before the cleanup?” 

Dave winks. “Oops. Saw right through me.” 

In the end Dave does stay for cleanup, though you suspect he only does so because he wants to talk to you after and ask for your number. 

You're a little surprised at yourself for giving it. 

It doesn't have to mean anything, you tell yourself later on the way home. It can just be practice. Getting back into the dating scene after disappearing from it for a few years. 

Worst case you try a one-liner on him and he ghosts you. 

Part of you hopes he doesn't, though. You enjoyed talking to Dave. He seemed nice. Normal. 

Uncomplicated. 

Beth would want that for you, too, you decide when you close the door behind you. A nice normal bloke you can live a nice normal life with. You can't hide yourself away forever; the excuse of work keeping you too busy to socialise is wearing thin.  

Who knows? You smile to yourself as you drift off. 

Maybe this could be the start of something really good. 

Dave leaves early in the morning when you're still half-asleep in bed. You don't remember getting there last night; he must've carried you over after you fell asleep on the sofa. 

You wrinkle your nose at the empty plastic containers littering the low table in the living room. It's messier than you remember it; Dave even forgot his jacket, still thrown over the back of the sofa. You pick it up and dust it off— 

...? 

You frown and lean in, sniffing the jacket. 

Traces of something sweet and fruity still cling to the fabric. 

You stand there, in the still morning light spilling through the windows, holding the jacket and staring at it. You're overreacting. You're reading into it. You're so sensitive. Jumping to conclusions. 

Dave doesn't usually wear scent, does he? 

crazy bitch, possessive cunt, stupid whore— 

...But maybe he's started to. You'll... you'll ask him about it. That should be okay, right? You'll ask him, and then he'll say oh, yeah, just trying out this new thing. 

And the world will be right again. 

Tears prick at your eyes and you blink them away, carefully hanging Dave's jacket onto the hanger in the hallway. You avert your eyes as soon as possible. 

You don't want to think about it. 

If you do, you'll just make yourself go crazy. Talk yourself into doing something stupid, like calling him and then blubbering accusations at him like a lunatic. 

You breathe out. No. This is your free day, and you're not going to spend in moping inside. You scoop up Mim, who's come out of his hiding place, and kiss his little head while he purrs in your arms. 

You're going to feed your cats, feed yourself, and then... 

Then you'll go to that military base. Get it over with. It'll get you out of the house, out of your head, make you think about something else than Dave wearing a woman's scent. 

Even if that something else is the dead brother-in-law of your equally dead best friend. 

[becomingmina]

I need smthing with Felix getting angry at u for going out and getting drunk n he broke his promise of not going to bed mad but he makes up for it in the morning

MAD. anon request w/ LEE FELIX.

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

pairing: felix x female reader genre + warnings: established relationship, light angst, light suggestive at the end, reader cries wc: 1.7k mina's notes: spin on it a little bit I think Y/N should be make it up to him hehe because lix is perfect and he deserves to be shower in affection and love

mad master list here ; other works here ; any comments and thoughts you can drop them here ; ty for reading.

“Are you mad at me?” You draped your arm across your boyfriend’s stomach as he laid on the bed. He doesn’t reply, just staring up at the ceiling.

“Felix?” You rub his abs, trying to butter him up with your touches to ease the tension. He hasn’t touch you back or spoken to you since you got home so you know something was up.

“What do you think Y/N?” he replies sternly.

“I’m sorry,” you reply, pecking his cheeks.

“Stop,” he turns to his side removing your hand off him in the process.

“But I’m sorry,” you only moved closer to him letting your chest press against his back. Arms around his waist again, snuggling your face on the back of his neck.

“Stop it Y/N,” Felix snaps and you remove yourself completely off of him, sitting up in the process. “I told you that we can spend all evening together but you just had to go out and get drunk,” Felix continued and you feel your chest start to grow heavy. Oh yeah, he was angry.

“That’s not it. You then called me to pick you up, knowing that I have to wake up early. You know how needy and difficult you are when you’re drunk?! Weren’t you the one who was begging for time together all week? Well here goes your precious time!” You couldn’t see him but you know his jaw is clenched and his brows are furrowed. He has never yelled at you like this before and the aftermath of the shots you took before wasn’t helping you stay calm.

“I’m sorry Felix, I just missed you,” you replied back, unsure of what to do in a situation like this, you started hugging him again but Felix continued to push off your touches.

“Just go sleep! You’re so annoying!” You retracted your actions.

“Okay.” You replied softly almost a whisper, feeling defeated. And with that you laid back on the bed, turning over letting your backs face each other’s.

You tucked your hands in the crook of your neck as you stare at the wall. You know he was upset with you but the way he lashed out like this hurt you, especially when you’re intoxicated. Tears fall from your eyes as you replay the scenario. All day he’s been occupied on his laptop, head phones in as he works on his new song. You’ve tried to make him eat but he refuses every time and when you go near him he scoots away further. You thought you were being a good girlfriend letting him have the apartment to himself by going out with the other boys’ girlfriends. But you see how you went wrong when you got drunk and then called him to come get you. And not just that, you understand how difficult you get when you’re intoxicated, having Felix help you with everything - taking off your shoes, removing your make up, everything. Usually he would love to but he had so much work and stressed piled up. It was your fault he’s mad, you are annoying you got it, but only because you missed your boyfriend.

You tried your best to keep your composure but not having your Felix hold you to sleep or reassure you that you guys can sort this all out later, makes you break down, sniffles leaving your nose.

He was never this angry, he never yelled at you. Felix was always the one who fixed the issue on the spot. Never had he let you go sleep without a resolution as he knew how much it will played in your heads.

Felix was exhausted, he was done for the day. Your actions really put him on edge today and he needed you to understand he can’t always give into you. He closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He hates to go to sleep like this but quite honestly, he was exhausted, soon drifting into sleep. You stay up a bit longer, unable to stop replaying the situation in your head and also hoping he’ll turn around to hug you. But he never did and eventually your body gave in to sleep as well.

His alarm woke you up, the phone vibrating the bed. You opened one eye searching for the time, it was still pretty dark outside the blinds. It was only 5am, two hours since you both went to bed. You couldn’t even open your eyes probably, fatigue still taking over. You feel guilty knowing Felix would have been more tired than you. You hear him shuffle around on his side of the bed, the linen touching each another as he reaches for his phone, pausing the alarm then placing it back on the bed. You can still hear the sheets move about for a while until silence again.

You wanted to make it up to him, just something, a small gesture to say you’re sorry. Usually he gets up earlier before he has to leave, to eat so he’s not too sensitive on the way to work. You wanted to make it up to him with pancakes, allowing him to sleep in a tiny bit more. You hear his alarm ring again and you turn around to locate his phone but it was on the other side of him. Not wanting to reach over him afraid he’s going to around to wake up or get mad at you again, you got up from bed to walk around. As you reach for his phone, he opens his eyes and grabs your wrist pulling you back into bed with him.

“Hey baby,” he said gently, pulling you close to him, arm wrapped around your back as you both face each other.

“Hi,” you sniffled back, still cautious of how he was feeling.

“You okay?” His tone was ever so sweet making sure not to feed into the tension anymore.

“Mhmm,” you nodded but the corner of your lips pulled down. A wash of emotions runs over you again at how gentle he is being with you even though you were in the wrong.

“Hey Y/N, are you okay?” He asked again, through heavy eye lids, knowing well you were still so sad.

“No, I’m sorry, Lix I,” you started to rumble, tears falling on your face, feeling guilty of everything you did to him yesterday.

“Shhh I know. You’re sorry. I forgive you okay?” He cuts you off, knowing it’s not fully your fault, you just wanted to spend time with him.

“I didn’t mean to annoy you last night.”

“It’s okay baby. I’m sorry too,” one hand comes to your cheek to wipe away your tears as he gave you a small smile.

“No, you shouldn’t be,” you reply starting to relax a little bit, having your boyfriend speak to you again.

“No, I’m sorry for not giving you any attention yesterday and I’m sorry I yelled at you, you’re not annoying,” his hand starts to run through your hair, giving you more reassurance. “And I’m sorry for going to bed mad, it’s something I know I should have never done. You probably felt so hurt.”

“A little,” you chuckle softly, giving him a smile.

“I promise I still love you. It’s just work. I’m drowning but I have no right to get mad at you.”

“Lix it’s ok. I forgive you,” you peck his nose, leg hoisting over his thigh, hand sliding under his shirt finding its place on his bare stomach. Something about physically touch during the most quiet hours of the day both made your hearts soft. Your heart fluttered at these small moment.

“Yeah?” Felix replied placing a kiss to your forehead, the tension fully eased now.

“Hmmm, ofcourse. But you should get up. Maybe you can hop on the shower while I make you pancakes. I don’t want you to be late,” you trace circles to his bare back, admiring how pretty he looks even at his tired state, he can barely open his eyes back at you.

“The boys cancelled it for today. Seems like they were also upset at their girlfriends hey? They running one 2 hours sleep like me,” he giggles raising his eyebrows giving you a cheeky look, as fingers draws circles on your thigh.

“I’m sorry,” you giggle back, just getting lost in his big bright eyes.

“Can you make it up to me though?” He asked, flicking his eyes from your eyes to your lips then back up, silently asking you to kiss him.

“Yeah I can,” you move closer to his face, lips just grazing onto of his just to tease him for little bit. You let out a chuckle when you see him move his head forward to chase your lips. You give in, pressing your lips to his plump ones. The kiss started of gentle, soft but soon after Felix was kissing you back harder. He was so needy, one hand coming to the back of your head as he locks you in place and the other grazing the skin under your shirt. The room was filled with the sounds of your tongues in dancing in other’s mouth exchanging salvia and the little moans that you both fail to keep inside.

“I missed you. You feel so soft baby,” Felix says in between the kisses before pulling back so you both can catch a breath. You look at him, unable to control your silly smile and he returns back the same dorky look.

“But I’m not fully happy yet baby, you know what you can do to make it up to me?” He asks almost shy the way his eyes flicker around unable to hold contact.

“What is it?”

“Move your leg higher,” and you obeyed, moving it slightly above his thighs. “A little bit more,” And this time he helps you drape your legs over his groin area, hitting something hard in the process. Your eyes widen at the contact, his hard on was now pressing against your thigh. He just smiles, cheeks a bit pinks as he’s patiently waiting for you to take initiative. You can’t help but smile at his cuteness, leaning in forward to kiss him again as your hand is now palming him ontop of his pants.

Song of the day 🎧

[sp-ud]

I know I've seen some people talking about how now we can recognize that the symbol for genloss is the founders signature but I don't know if anyone's pointed out how exactly it's the founders signature so I threw this together

Edit 5/29/2025: hi if ur coming from me posting the link in the replies of the latest genloss post in reply to someone asking if smthing implies symbol means "hetch". I actually had a "oh duh" moment where I realized that EVERY SYMBOL is just fragments of this symbol and also r sometimes rotated.

I actually then also tested it for "Hetch"

He actually doesn't have all the needed lines to fill it.

Also the shortest real word that fills all spaces is 3 letters long if anyone was interested, the specific example pointed out to me was "Are" but im sure there's other words that work.

I'm also sure there's some combo of only 2 letters that could fill the whole symbol, but I don't think any of them r real 2 letter words from my quick skim thru.

[yin-shimo]

Hi, your reblog awful way to reply to me, you yourself noticed I started doing this kind of stuff 3 days ago, I don't know much about the tumblr/cc/sims community I just simply was having fun making sims and sharing them like I saw others doing. I'm not bothered about getting cash from my creations at all, I saw others doing the same and didn't really know how to go about it. Im autistic, and being spoken to that way was not nice to read and made me extremely overwhelmed. It was an honest mistake, in which I have since corrected, and educating me in a nicer way wouldve been appreciated. Thanks though.

… If you could download cc which can be shared through, not just Patreon, but also SimFileShare, Mega, MediaFire, TheSimResource, etc… You KNOW cc can be shared freely. So where’d you get the idea that sharing smthing = putting up a paywall🤔especially on sims that are 0% your own work?

And if you want to play ignorance as your excuse, it’s null. If you truly were ignorant you wouldn’t have deleted the comments on your post that explained before my reblog. That alone shows guilt because you knew better. You’re just mad you can’t delete a reblog like you can our comments.

Autism or not, idc. Don’t fuck around if you don’t wanna find out. It’s that easy :)

[arinzu]

hihi!! i saw ur taking requests could i ask smthing with hiori x fem reader I never see anything with him. u can ignore this if u wanna but have a good day!!!

Omg sureee!!! hiori is actually such an underrated character so I'm glad you ask😋😋😋

🪻virtual friends in love🪻

~This may not be accurate!!!

(my apologies if this is not what you wanted)

Summary :

You are a streamer that makes gaming content, hiori is one of your biggest or YOUR no.1 supporter since the very beginning of your career.

F!GAMER reader, fluff, hiori in love, happy ending, reader wears a mask, slowburn...?, hiori is really kind to reader, random asf

Note : Cyan boy = Hiori💙

As you ready yourself to start the stream, you turn your head to the side so you could wear your 'iconic mask' that your fans seemed to love than the rest. You hit record and relax on your soft gaming chair, as people started to join.

"Good day my kitties!" You laughed at the thousands of messages of 'meow' from your fans, you look above the screen you see that almost 6k people attend.

"As I promise we'll start from where we left off from last stream!"you exclaimed as the chats start spamming with your custom emojis.

"kitties kitties... don't spam the chat" you stated as you opened the game, as you read the chats once more you see a familiar user.

"Ah, Cyan boy, Welcome! it's your 749th day of watching my stream" you smiled at the camera as you put on your headset, "how was your day?" You questioned, as the game finally loaded.

"Thanks Cyan boy for the gift!" you hit a heart pose for a moment before continuing to grind to beat that boss.

As the user replied with a positive answer which made you smile. "As I said last time we'll finish this final task for the boss fight!" You said as you put your focus on the game Infront of you.

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"Omg kittens! We finally did it after 2 and a half hours, we finally killed that damn boss!" You celebrate with your fans as your viewers start to send gifts.

You jumped out of your gaming chair, as more and more gifts started pouring in, "Thank you! Thank you! for the gifts y'all" you happily jump around your bedroom from pure happiness.

You looked back to your gaming set-up to see your chats filled with 'now do the mommy voice!' or 'meow meow'

Your head starts jogging...you remember that a user dared you to kill the boss for 1,000 coins, and after a while another user requested for you to do the mommy voice in return the user will give you 3,500 coins.

So you jokingly respond by stating "After I beat the boss I'll do a mommy voice for the rest of the stream" but both users send the coins, which you didn't mind since you thought of it as easy money.

'Ah well it's too late to come back now...' you thought to yourself as you get ready to make a mommy voice. "Oh my cute kittens you really think I forget?" You said as you sit down. You see your chats were filled with 'meow' as you start talking more you see that cyan boy comment a request.

'Can you please do the mommy voice while you play a horror game? (5,000 coins)' you read out loud still having that voice. "Why of course dear, anything for my favorite kitten~!" You said as the chats start spamming with dogs or cat noises, which made you laugh in surprise.

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"my kitties that all for today see you next stream!" You wave at the camera while you smile, your voice finally normal and not 'mommy voice' no more.

"Oh cyan boy you still here?" You asked, but almost immediately Hiori answered positively, then you ask another "Do you have discord? If yes message me the user after stream"

Ending the end stream you take a moment to breathe, 'inhale, exhale' you repeat to yourself. For a moment you feel lost... You feel like the room is closing in on you, yet you got distracted by a notification on your phone in a distance.

Getting off your gaming chair you walk towards your bed, it took a while for you to reach that destination. But once you did...you picked it up and read the message

New notification from app! You clicked on the notification and it brought you to the message part streaming app you used.

Note once again! Elicia is reader's online user

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Cyan_boyVII

Hey Elicia!

My discord is (you can imagine...)

As always amazing streams! Send at 16:04

You smiled after noticing it was your fan, you texted him back

(your user)

Ah thanks! My user is (create your own) ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ Send at 16:07

As you opened discord you see a friend request by cyan boy, you accepted it and started chatting with him

You've been chatting with him for a few weeks now... The more you chat, the more you seem to be quite genuine with him while chatting

You found out that he's name is Hiori Yo and he plays football in a training camp called blue lock, and he lives in a city near your place. He was only a year younger than you, which you were surprised about from how mature he was from that age.

As you both start texting once again after your stream ends, you randomly suggested to meet up soon. Which Hiori agreed and you both set up a time to meet up at the local park.

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(your discord)

Hey hiori! I'm here already just sittin at the swings🌟

Hiori

Omw

Just walking there. Send at 14:03

As you see that his icon turned offline you start to get this weird feeling in your stomach, you were getting nervous to see your favorite fan who has been with you since the beginning.

'what if he doesn't like me...?' you start questioning yourself and not in a good way. 'maybe he gets disappointed after seeing me'

As you start thinking negatively about your decision, you let out a loud scream as someone hugged you from behind. Hiori was the one hugging you, he appears from the bushes and hug out of nowhere scaring you.

"Hiori don't do that! That scared the hell out of me" you shouted as you calmed yourself down, hiori meanwhile was laughing his ass off from your reaction.

"BAHHAHA! THAT TOOK ME BY SURPRISED" he replied laughing but as he was backing up he fell down, now it was your turn to laugh

"AHHAHAHA! THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU LAUGH AT ME!" you continued laughing as you give him a helping hand.

After all of that laughing, most people are staring at your guys direction, but hiori didn't care one bit as he dragged you towards the city mall.

He pretty much went to the super arcade while still dragging you, buying coins to use to play the games.

"oh.. hiori! Congratulations on the U-20 match, you look wonderful playing in the match" you smiled as you beat a clawing game.

"Ah... Thanks (reader)!" He blush at the fact you complimented him.

You noticed the blush almost immediately and started teasing him, "Ooo~ looks like someone got a crush on me after just complimenting them~" you said but little did you know that hiori already fell for you way before this incident.

After a whole afternoon of playing games and winning all games, you both went to your respective places.

As you lay on top of your comfy bed, you start to remember the day. More specifically how hiori looks so handsome even when he wears such normal clothes, you start to blush thinking that as you turn off the lights to clear your mind of such things.

'Maybe i have a crush on him' you thought as you drift to sleep 'ill resolve it later'

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Many weeks have passed by and these feelings start getting more strange... After you end a stream you go hang with a friend at their house.

Half way through the conversation or well gossip you bring up the feelings you have of hiori... but you just called him your fan for his privacy.

As you started to explain these feelings to your friend, in which your friend sighs heavily.

"Are you actually serious?" Your friend questions from the other end of the coffee table.

You nodded to your friend, confused on why they were asking such questions.

Letting out a loud sigh as they sip off their favorite drink, they close their eyes calming their nerves.

"do you feel like..." They clicked their tongue trying to find an appropriate word for it, once they found it they continued "-you feel giggly and smiley around your fan?"

"Well yes I do..."

Your friend sighs once more, as they explained that you probably have on crush on this 'fan' of yours.

You were surprised but then slowly accepted the fact, the longer you talked about it the more you find more facts that you didn't even notice before.

You went home quite happy resolving your feelings, you understand why you were feeling that strange feeling in your stomach it's because of butterflies in your stomach.

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After months of hanging out often, you suddenly got another text from hiori to hang out on new years

As you read this you got an idea to confess to him...as you start to look in your closet for an outfit to wear and gosh you needed a closet outfit change, almost everything was outdated or you didn't like enough.

'Time to go to the mall!' you noted as you start changing your clothes to your outdoor outfits.

You arrive after 15 minutes and head straight to the Traditional Japanese Store... Looking for a bit you noticed a gorgeous kimono, it was simple yet stunning it has your favorite color and a lighter shade of a color you like.

You bought it and was surprised by how cheap it was than the other kimonos you've bought in the past.

You see a flower shop not that far and you dash through the crowds to get a bouquet of flowers that he loved.

Finding the perfect one, it looks majestic from the design until the petals of the flower.

You ask the man at the counter if this would be still available on new years eve, which the man answered positively so you pre-order the bouquet for hiori.

Getting nervous you wanted to tell him yourself rather than giving it to him, so you prepared a speech to tell him. As you read out back you think it looks good enough

Today's the day you'll confess your love to hiori, your wearing the kimono you bought that day while hiori was wearing somewhat matching to yours.

"(Reader reader)!" Hiori yelled trying to get your attention to the endless stands of food sellers.

"yeah yeah! I know" you yelled as you turned in his direction, 'where should I confess' you questioned yourself as you walk towards Hiori.

Noticing a tall hill in the distance you decide that's where you'll confess, you thought to yourself as you finally arrived to hiori's side, smiling to yourself as you find it so romantic what you're going to do.

The night goes at a flash of light, before you knew it the lighting of the fireworks are already about to start. Closing your eyes to fumble your kimono around, hiori didn't seem to notice though as he was too focused at the night blue sky.

You stared at the sky as well once the fireworks were lit up the moment it turn 12:00 am and damn they were pretty. As the fireworks start slowing down you fumble to get the bouquet out of your secret hiding place.

Once the fireworks completely stopped, you got on one knee

"Hiori you've stolen my heart...From the first time we hung out till now, I've been waiting to tell you this. I promise to love you and only you, so please please be mine!"

You cringe yourself as you talk, after lookin up for hiori's reaction you see him covering his mouth in shock

"Nah nah nah..." You heart sank as you hear the words coming out from his mouth.

Ah you start lowering the bouquet of flowers, hiori screamed "BRO! I was supposed to confess!!!" You turned your head in surprise and started laughing.

"wait r-really?" As you see he nodded you started laughing uncontrollably by relief and most importantly you were happy

"stand up it's my turn ya'k" said hiori which you glady

He took a bouquet filled with different lovely flowers and went down to your eye level

"would you like to be mine and I promise to be yours..."

You immediately said yes and jumped on him.

"what about my confession?" You ask jokingly while smiling from ear to ear

"I was already yours from the very beginning" hiori stated as he kissed your cheeks ever so lightly

This took way longer than expected and the mommy voice was so random

I swear I was just losing motivation left and right so I almost didn't finish by my deadline

(2 minutes to spare)

So thank you for requesting🫶

Sry sry sry for taking so long😭

[thedragonagelesbian]

@isayashai replied to your post “I should write smthing......”:

kyr x sosiel sketching/painting fic 👁 ? cyrus x halsin cuddles? 👀

​wahhhhhhhhhhhh thank you <33333 yes much to consider.. it's not a full fic, but you inspired me to write a lil something for kyr & sosiel!!

Wrong. And wrong again. Paper crumpled, charcoal smudged, one hand heavy and aching, the other still a fist wrapped around the ghost of Graham's collar, both trembling in the wick-thin light of the guttering candle.

Another sketch. Another scowl. Tore the page from his sketchbook, tossed it aside, and tried again.

Grapes on the vine turned to strips of whipped, peeling skin.

"Sosiel..." Eyes like his own that he could not recognize no matter how many times he drew them, dredging warmth up from the recesses of his memories only for it to turn cold at the tips of his fingers. Again, again, again, he had to get it right-- "Sosiel."

Kyr's voice was sharper the second time, but it was his hands that broke Sosiel from his stupor, palms cool against the fever pitch of his cheeks. Sosiel blinked, and suddenly he was in the study again. In his body. Sore from base of his skull to his knuckles to the pit of his empty stomach, stiff even in his thoughts as he looked up at the Knight Commander.

"What is all this?"

Sosiel realized for the first time that he had destroyed half his sketchbook in one sitting, desk and floor alike littered with his failed attempts.

He shuddered.

"A foolish endeavor, nothing more."

Kyr glanced down at the last thing Sosiel had drawn: a man whose smile had become a snarl despite his every effort.

"Your brother?"

"Trever..." Sosiel couldn't say his name in anything other than a whisper, the kind of frightened prayer that came at the end of the world. "A-as best I can remember him, but I can't... I see him so clearly in my mind's eye, as the good, kind man I knew him to be, and yet every time I try to draw him, the image is distorted. As if my hand knows that it is a lie. And now when I try to think of him, it all blurs together. Everything that the Hellknight told us, all that vile cruelty taints my memories."

He spoke faster and faster, as if trying to catch up to that memory of Trever before it slipped from his fingers entirely, words and images spilling.

"If I forget him now," tears bleeding together, suddenly slow, "the only thing left will be a monster."

And Kyr. Aeon. Judge. A dhampir fit for hating other monsters. Would do his duty if they found him.

And would that not be justice?

"It will not be the only thing." There was something in Kyr's voice. A slight, hesitant quiver against his usual dry deliberation. "Remember what Halaseliax told us: as long as someone is alive, they can still change. Trever still has that. Will always have that. The possibility for redemption."

Whatever Sosiel had been expecting Kyr to say to comfort him--perhaps nothing at all, perhaps his wounds were not worth tending, made to be borne alone--it was not that.

Not after Kyr had warred with himself so bitterly just to let one cultist leave Terendelev's lair.

Sosiel looked up at him through watery eyes. "Do you really believe that?"

Surely you of all people must believe that we can all change for the better.

I have not changed.

"Yes." Kyr's thumb traced the tears along Sosiel's cheekbone. "I am trying to. Believe. In this, in second chances and salvation and choosing to be better. We will give Trever that chance when we find him."

These sketches--messy, brutal, unforgiving toward subject and artist alike--had made for poor worship of Shelyn. As, it seemed, did most of Sosiel's drawings these days, dwelling on the mutated flesh of Areelu's lab and the Ivory Sanctum. Whatever faith he still nurtured, a seedling of beauty tucked away, preserved but hidden, it flourished now. Not as any fruit or flower, something that would inevitably spoil and rot, but evergreen, pine needles all the more beautiful for the snow their boughs supported.

"Thank you..." Sosiel's voice broke with his body, unable to sit upright any longer. He crushed himself against Kyr instead, too feverish for his usual worries about impropriety. Instinctive, safe, hopeful as he nuzzled the other man's chest. Listened to that death-slow pulse beneath his shuddering. "Thank you, thank you."

It took a moment--it always did--but Kyr wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. "You're welcome."

[ottiliere]

hello! ur posts on the vagus nerve and its connections to digestions have encouraged me to do a lil mini dissertation thingy kinda focused on it/around it, ur big thread on PVT and everything really piqued my interest when i read it and i just held onto it for like a year or smthing until like last week when i started the project. Ik u said recently in one of ur posts i believe that ur not going to post the big dirk PVT post and im not here to be like yo post it because i also think u said that ur kinda moving away from like hs/dirky stuff rn ?? (im forgetting if i saw that sorry) but yeah i just wanted to say thank u etc etc, like ive never done an ask before so sorry if this is phrased weirdly but ur blog is just like one of those blogs that fundamentally changed how i view certain things in life for the better lol, like whether its ur beautiful representations / depictions of mental health in like just beautifully painted art (seriously the way u make it look like idk how to word it cartoony/really 2d but then it stands out against the background + if u zoom in and see the tiny pixel details == it makes me mad) or just like the huggeee long form posts that i like to chew on and save cuz theres so many details that AFFAAT like the way you talk abt the topics u portray has made me concious of how i would want to do so in the same way ig u get me. anyway this got really long and idk if i come across coherently, but ur just a random person on the internet whos art and written thoughts that u decide to share makes me happy when i see it == makes me pace around my room and distract me from this fat essay lmao so tldr: i really appreciate what u do + i hope like that ur doing well and that u keep arting and thoughting no matter what it is that u choose to focus on

(uve made me comitted to reading jthm, playing psychonauts and giving jjba w/ dio another go lmao) 🫶🫶

Hello! I’m sorry this reply is coming so late, this ask in particular is very sweet and has stuck out to me.

I’m really happy to have introduced you to PVT, this is something I’ve heard from a few different people on here and it’s very sweet… I did my thesis on it in college and the time really flew by while working on it, things you don't think could possibly attributed to "nerve issues" being nerve issues is always an eye-opener, isn't it? being able to research things that interest you & access information in general really is a privilege in this day and age.

“The topics [I] portray” are very important to me, so it’s heartening when others take interest in spite of the obvious deterrents. A lot of what I love making art about is unpalatable to most, and while I do understand the reasons for that on principle, it can make things feel a little insular. I genuinely believe there’s a lot of value in depicting tableaus of misery.

The last year has brought a lot of very unforeseen changes, and my life is quite different from when I initially made this blog to post about him! That’s also part of why I’ve been so sparse here…though I’m working to change that quite soon. I love sharing my work, and I’ve had the privilege of meeting some truly wonderful people through this website. That said…with where I’m at now, I’m not sure I’ll be posting the Dirk essay anytime soon, I’m afraid.

I’ve undertaken a few ongoing projects, one of which in particular is an original project I plan on sharing publicly here hopefully within the next month or so. I hope it’s something you & anyone else who’s stuck around with me here will enjoy, but failing that, I’ve really enjoyed working on it thus far.

Thank you for the sweet ask, take care, and good luck with your project!

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

A quick prediction about HH’s Poison:

(Disclaimer: these aren’t leaks these are literally just my guesses based on a few tiny context clues. I could easily be wrong about these and most likely will be—but I like to think about these things—)

So. Like I said above, I may be wrong but, I’ve seen people talking about what context Angel Dust’s song, “Poison”, will be in, and I think it’s going to be a dream ballet/imagined sequence.

Or. In this case a dream pop ballad, I guess.

I don’t have a ton of evidence of course, but this thought came to me when I noticed the red smoky swirl in this shot of Angel from the trailer:

We see him lying on his bed with his cellphone, being surrounded by the aforementioned smoke swirl.

I wasn’t sure what that smoke was at first, until I rewatched Addict after Poison came out:

The red smoke is pretty consistently used in Addict to represent Val and his control over Angel. I actually think this symbolism was done pretty well in the Addict MV—especially with the ending part where Angel is seemingly reminded of Val by his cigarette and then discards it, paralleling how he’s trying to get out of his relationship w/i Val.

IF—and that is a pretty big if—the HH series is using the red smoke to symbolize Val in the same way, I think there’s a good chance that Poison will actually start with him reflecting on his past and abusive relationship w/i Val.

Maybe he got a text or contact from Val on his phone, and is ruminating on his past while he lies in bed, debating on if he should reply or not. The swirl of smoke could also be from a cigarette or incense or smthing-it swirls around Angel while he’s thinking in his room, and it transitions into Angel’s imagination or memories of his time at the studio and the song “Poison”.

I know this could be a stretch to put it lightly, but I also think there’s a good chance this could be how the scene goes based on the other clips we’ve seen from the setting of Poison and the trailer:

I’ve seen people theorizing that the dance scene in Poison is a music video shoot in the hotel. And while that’s definitely still possible, the setting of the dance scene that isn’t the big blue screens looks like it could potentially be the same courtyard from the porn studio.

I’m theorizing that the Poison dance sequence takes place inside Angel Dust’s head, either as a memory, or a dream ballet sort of situation. I think this is also partially supported by how undefined and shadowy his background dancers are, but they could also just look like they for the trailer, and may be more than silhouettes in the show proper.

[shsl-gay-nurse]

smthing from when I was oc related asks on discord

Myotis really do be "I miss my wife tails, I miss her a lot"

(pspspspsp btw if you ever wanna send me asks about or to my oc's absolutely feel free to. Even if I don't reply I absolutely ADORE reading them!!!)

[fallen-silent]

Gulps. Me when when I try to make a point by making someone hate a fandom more??? Sorry, I'll be a bit more serious. It's just that the fandom for of over svxualized the characters, leading to people being entirely bothered by the show (which is creepy btw you have a gingivitis bunny, literal dentures and a clown girl who looks no older than 10).

A lot of people at this point make the argument "well, a fandom can ruin a show", yes they can?? If you never liked it in the first place and the fan base is full of creeps, you'll build a resentment towards something you never enjoyed, or got the chance to enjoy.

What if they're also just not interested in drawing designs like that? Yes, they're simple, but it also is their commission list. Not that anyone would ask for them to draw smthing like that, but just don't be a meat rider and honest hop off poor bro's back like who does it kill if they don't wanna draw a certain fandom.

"Money is money, why refuse??" Dunno, they just don't want to draw that? They're uncomfortable?? Go away????????? What do you possibly gain from even sending a message like this in the first place? It quite literally is a waste of time I'm only typing this cause I'm bored this isn't a genuine reply I'm just astonished abt this like you're gonna make them just hate the fan base more dude

what did tadc fans ever do to you 💀 it’s. a show

??? The fandom makez me uncomfy??? Why are you pressed about it😭😭😭

[magnoliamyrrh]

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[villainessxassassin]

Hello! I wanted to ask when will you be posting the part 2 of child!riddle x child! Reader? Because I am SUPPERR excited to read the next! Oh but if you're too tired for that at the moment, please take your time taking care of yourself^^

Ahhhhh I'm glad you're hyped for it! I panicked when I saw the date you sent this and I'm really sorry for making you wait this long😭, but to answer your question I'll be posting part 2 rightttt now!

How sweet (PART 2)

child!Riddle x child!reader

✧|: Riddle being salty cuz he doesn't want a babysitter tutor at home so he's really mean to you at first but then you start doing all these really nice things that makes Riddle want to cry in a good way and now he doesn't know what to do.

w: cute jealous riddle ahead, he wants to show you smthing but you're busy atm and it makes him sad :(, also a lil bit of angst but I make it fluffy in the end by shoving a tart down Riddle's throat/j (unless-)

༶•┈This will be part two (2/2?)

Riddle has made it his life's mission to get the message across that he just loathes your entire existence.

You hand him a handkerchief after he's done with his meal? He's offended you think he can't get one himself! In which he is perfectly capable of doing, but he let's you anyway with a small pout on his face as he receives the said cloth from you.

The small check-ins you do to make sure he's not overworking himself? Why, do you perhaps think you can catch him off guard when he doesn't notice? Hah! nice try, but he can see through your fake acts of concern! (as he says)

When you help him tidy up his things after your study sessions? You're just playing nice! trying to outdo him in everything no matter how small. What do you take him for? some sort of mindless bafoon? Why are you always trying to iritate him in the smallest of ways? Begone with you!

Riddle doesn't like being in the same airspace as you. It's suffocating, yet whenever you leave the room he can't help but hold his breath, looking up from his book from time to time to see what you're up to, but the moment you return, you'll find his brows knitted while trying to go back to the page he was on.

Right now, Riddle is once again plopped onto a stool, book in hand, as he recites the formula's that you helped him memorize for the upcoming test he'll have on monday.

"Hey, This one's a little confusing, do you mind if—" It takes him a moment to realize he was talking to complete thin air when he gets no reply in response to his question. "Where- oh." That's right, it was the weekends, meaning you didn't have to tutor him on these days, meaning he just assumed you were here with him when he's been alone the whole day studying.

Your presence really was leaving a big impression on the red head life, and before he even realises it he's been counting down the days to hours to how long until he see's you again.

"It's usually your mother that comes to greet me at the door. Perhaps you've been missing my presence which is why you're so eager?"

"What a delusional way of thinking, I just don't want to waste time with my mother's and your exchanges."

What nonsense am I spouting? He's become aware of the way he acts around you, how he's so much eager to learn when you're the one teaching him, how he's come to like listening to history lessons when it's your voice narrating the stories, how he's started to try harder when you give him praise for getting a question right.

He's already gotten so used that your attention was always on him that he forgets you're your own person sometimes.

There was a time where Riddle wanted to show you this new project he's been working on, he carried it all the way from his bedroom to the living room with a pep in his step and sparkles in his eyes, excited to show you his great creation!

"Y/n, remember that new project I was telling you about?" but once he arrived, your attention was on a book in your hand, flipping through the pages, perhaps too focused on the interesting plot to acknowledge the red head in the room.

"Sorry Riddle but can it wait? I'm getting to the really good part of the book and I'd like for there to be no distractions while I read."

"But—" Riddle chokes on his words, it dawns on him that he really was excited to show you his work, but when has he ever been this happy to have to show you of all people? the one person he should be hating for sharing the same air as?

He let's out a small apology, quickly retreating back to his room, project in hand. He closes the door with a sigh, he shouldn't be this disheartened, It's not like he made sure to include a few of the things you liked into his project, it's not like he had you in mind when making it. Of course you have other things aside from him that need your undevided attention, but in that very moment, Riddle had wished to yank that book out of your hand and toss it into the fireplace.

From your point of view however— you almost broke your facade, after you said those words and took a small peek from behind your book, you felt bad after seeing the smile on Riddle's face turn into a frown, it looked like a child getting rejected of the toy he wanted.

There were also other instances that made Riddle question what he was doing. Your job was to be a tutor for Riddle, but after all that work gets done you were back to being a regular kid free to do whatever you wanted. Riddle didn't have that kind of freedom, he was a student outside in school and inside his own home, but as time went on he didn't have anything to complain about for as long as he had you as his companion.

So this situation at hand has really left him conflicted with his feelings.

Usually after he's done answering, he'd have you check his papers for any mistakes, but to his suprise, instead of seeing you in your usual place by the living room, he see's you leaning by the window, to what seems to be you chatting with the kids from outside.

"Hey, why don't you play outside for awhile? It must be really boring being cooped up in there all day!" Giggles and laughter errupted as the kids coaxed you in to playing outside with them.

Riddle's breathing changed patterns, that familiar ringing in his ears returning once again. You wouldn't leave him just to play outside with some strangers right? Riddles eyes were searching, but what exactly is it that he wants from you? To listen to you reject their offer, to say that you'd prefer to be here with him instead? how childish

"Sure! but only on one condition." Whispers were shared as the kids nod in agreement, you didn't even think twice as you bolted outside, leaving Riddle standing in the middle of the room, papers crumpling under the grip of his small hands. You didn't even bother to let him know you were leaving.

He should have known, but in the end he never blamed you. He expected as much, after all he wasn't the very nicest to you either, but a part of him knew he was trying, trying to be a better person to you, for you. He was huddled up under the blankets, small whimpers leaving his mouth as he tried his hardest to not looked like a kicked puppy when you returned, but he couldn't help it. His feelings got hurt by his most favorite loathed person.

It wasn't long until he heard the closing of his bedroom door, and the errating breathing you let out, panting out heavy breathes, he hears the crumpling of a paper bag you set down on his bedside table.

"H-had fun with your new friends?" He was trying his hardest to keep a firm tone with you, that's how it would have turned out if not for how he was sniffling under the covers. You didn't respond, instead choosing to snatch the blanket and throw it over his head, revealing the hidden red head.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He was beyond frustrated at this point. Couldn't he be vulnerable without you having to do that so aggressively?! his heart is already in tatters and he doesn't need the same done to his blanket.

But before he could scream his lungs out you pulled out the most amazing sight Riddle has ever laid eyes upon from the paper bag. He couldn't believe it, right there being held by your tiny hands on a plate was a strawberry tart, no imperfections and in perfect condition, being displayed right infront of his face.

"How..."

"I had to make a deal, and that was if I played for a bit with those kids outside, they'd give me a strawberry tart for joining them! Really sweet deal if you ask me, and in the end I kinda just ditched them once I got the tart, plus I know how happy you'd get once you've gotten a bite."

"You did this... for me?"

"Well, what other reason would I have done all that for?"

He really was crying now, tears of frustration and joy. You always managed to get his feelings all tangled up, but managed to untangle them in a way that left a warm feeling in his chest.

Ripping his heart out only to give it back mended by your delicate hands was a round a bout way to do it he supposes, but he wasn't gonna give you that amount of satisfaction so easily.

"I can't eat this, what would mother think if she see's me with this in my possessions?"

"Well I'll... tell her I forced you to eat it as punishment for not getting a question right!"

"Then you'd get punished."

"I already went out of my way to get this and give it to you, the least you can do is have a taste."

You give Riddle a pat on the head while feeding him the tart, helping him wipe away the tears that are still falling down his cheeks.

"...It's salty."

"Then stop crying! or else I'm shoving this whole tart down your throat!"

Who would have thought something so bitter ended up being the sweetest reward in the end. Indeed, how sweet that is.

[heartfullofleeches]

Did you receive my ask? 'bout a picnic date with Dea where reader gives him a flower crown a then smooches him for good measure 'cause they want to give him smthing nice, after all the things Dea did for them. Hope my asks ain't getting eaten.

-🐍anon

(No, sadly, but I'll answer it here.)

You hold the deity's hand, treaking up the side of a small hill; winds a gentle breeze and the sun shining without a cloud in the sky. The perfect day and location for a picnic. Dea actually shed tears when you inviting them on the little date. It was the least you could do for the literal God after all they had done for you, but with how much they thanked you for the day out - you felt like you were changing their entire life.

"May I at least hold the basket?"

"Nope! I'm in charge of everything today." You set the basket down on the bench at the top of the hill, retrieving the checkered blanket drapped over its lid. You lay it out over the soft grass, patting the space beside you as you sit down. "Sit down. Get comfortable."

Dea is quick to the former, but not much after that. They're so flustered to the point they can hardly stay still, blushing like a madman as you set everything out. Their savior, their love - taking such tender care of them after how little they've done. Sure they've given you wealth beyond belief, but it doesn't carry as much sentimental value as preparing a lovely picnic for the one you care for. How sore your hands much be - they want to kiss them all over.

You pull a sandwich from the basket. "I think this one is yours. Here you go." You hand it over to them.

"Thank you.." They shyly reply, jumping as your hands meet. They pull the sandwich from its bag. It was a grape jelly, and nothing more. They enjoyed anything you gave them, but when you asked for a personal favorite they couldn't deny that the taste of the jelly was the most satisfying. Preferably without peanut butter.

As they go in for a bit, Dea pauses. They noticed something they hadn't on first glance. A heart - cut into the top slice of bread. A single tear falls onto it.

"My grace..."

The corners of your vision grows fuzzy. Dea's lips quiver as the scriptures on the side of their face glows. The grows shifts. Flowers blossom from the earth in full bloom. Daisies, roses, sunflowers - flowers unable to grow in the same environments all sprout from thin air. Dea rubs at their eyes, everything going back to normal. They gasp, covering their hands with their mouth.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! You asked me not to do anything, and I made this mess."

"Hey, hey its alright." You pull their hands away and give their cheeks a reassuring squeeze. "In fact, I think I can do something with this."

You pluck some flowers and place them in a small pile on the blanket. Dea watches as you weave them together; unsure, but intrigued as to what you were doing. When the crown is half way done, they get a vague picture of the full piece, but itself not until you place the flower crown on their head that they know its for them.

They point at themself. "For me?"

You smile, pecking their lips. "It's the least I can do."

Dea feels another wave of happiness ripple through them, but manage to keep it all in this time with you against them as they ask you for a hug. This only furthered their belief that you were absolute and secured your place deeper in their heart..

[divina-yae]

Feel free to ignore this if it's a tw or smthing you can't write, but can I request Zhongli, Diluc, Childe and maybe Lisa (if you can!) (All separatee btww) X an s/o that has their mouth bandaged (almost like a mask) 99.9% of the time?

One night they reveal what's behind their bandage in private and reveals their glasgow grin scar. They were really hesitant when it comes to revealing this to them and I was wondering if it's okay to request this? ;0;

i do hope I made sense and if it's uncomfy it's okay to skip this! ;^^/

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

✘Just a warning!! The Glasgow grin scar is caused by torture, and if that’s not something you can see yourself handling I strongly advise against looking it up or reading this! That being said, nothing in this fic will be too graphic!

☀︎𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘡𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦, 𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘤! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦!

❥𝘕𝘰𝘯-𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵!

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

The Glasgow grin scar is caused by making cuts from the corner of someone’s lips to the ear. Typically the person is made to scream/open their mouth, to open the cuts and cause more pain.

➥𝐙𝐡𝗼𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

“That can’t be comfortable… can it? I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you without your mask.” Your eyes snapped up to Zhongli, startled at the abruptness.

“I don’t wear it to bed or anything and I have multiple so I can clean them regularly as well,” You replied, unsure of where this conversation was going to go. “Still… wouldn’t you prefer to not have to wear that in your own home?” You shrugged. “It’s really not that bad, my love.”

Zhongli exhaled, resting a hand on his forehead. “What I’m trying to say is, I don’t know why you wear that, but… I love you, all of you. Don’t you trust me enough-“ You burst to your feet, your face falling. “That’s not it! Of course I trust you, I wouldn’t have moved in with you if I hadn’t, it’s just… my face brings a lot of bad memories.”

His eyes softened and he gathered you into his arms. “I apologize, dearest. I shouldn’t have pushed you in such a way.” You sighed, leaning into his embrace. “Before I got my vision, I was kidnapped by treasure hoarders. In an effort to get me to talk they… cut my face.”

You felt the vibration of his gasp low in his chest, but you continued. “On both sides of my face, from my lips to my ear. It… isn’t pretty,” You admitted awkwardly. Despite your words, you pulled back and your fingers found themselves at the back of your mask.

Nervously, you undid it and let it fall to the ground in front of you. Your eyes didn’t leave it, still too uncomfortable with the vulnerability of having your scars visible. It wasn’t until Zhongli’s finger gently lifted your chin that your gaze met his.

His expression was as neutral as ever as his eyes flickered across your features. Just as you were ready to turn away from his prying eyes, his fingers drifted along the lines of damaged skin.

“You’re so strong, dear one. So strong, but you don’t have to be all the time. Let me show you how beautiful you are, let me show you how to let yourself be vulnerable, let me show you how much you deserve to be loved,” Zhongli whispered, almost reverently.

Tears stung your eyes and you let your face rest in his hands. For months you’d been burdened by the knowledge that one day he’d see your scars, but this was hardly what you’d imagine it would be like. If anything this was freeing.

For the first time, his lips landed on yours in a real kiss, almost as if to seal his promise to you.

➥𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜

With a tired groan, you launched your mask across the room, watching as it slowly fell to the ground. After a long commission that included surprise ruin hunters and an ungrateful client, you were more than ready to relax in a well deserved bath.

Diluc had a meeting with Elzer, so he wasn’t going to be home for hours, leading you to be comfortable enough to lose your mask. Quickly, you ran yourself a bath and added a bath bomb to it for your sore muscles. However, with a harsh exhale, you realized that you’d forgotten a bath towel of all things. Tying your robe around yourself, you ventured to the hallway closet.

“Love? I’m glad you’re back-“ A shriek left your lips as you spun around, only to come face to face with Diluc himself. “(Y/N)-“ Before he could speak, you were turning on your heal and back into the bedroom.

Hearing his steps behind you, you dashed into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. “(Y/N), please! What’s wrong?!” You scoffed at him through the door. “As if you don’t know! You saw them, my scars! I already know they’re hideous!”

Your hand covered your lips, just barely concealing the broken cry that left you. “You are not hideous. Please, come out, I want to talk to you, face to face. If I give you your mask, will you come out?” You frowned, but opened the door just enough for your arm to fit through, nonetheless.

With a quiet sigh, Diluc set your mask in your open palm. You quickly put it back on before pushing the door open the rest of the way. “A Glasgow grin…” He murmured, his hand cradling your cheek through the fabric. You couldn’t help but be surprised that he recognized it, but you didn’t dwell on it.

“My father considered me nothing more than an extra mouth to feed, and one day he snapped. Definitely wasn’t feeding me for awhile after that,” You chuckled, but it had no trace of humor in it. The redhead frowned. “I know saying sorry doesn’t do anything, but… I am. You didn’t deserve that. But you don’t have to hide it from me.”

Your lip trembled. “Isn’t it ugly? You can’t possibly pretend that you’d be okay looking at it everyday-“ He smiled a bit, the expression stopping you short. “I, myself, am covered in scars, but you’ve never had a problem looking at me. Why would now be any different?” You paused, hearing the truth in his words, even if accepting it was difficult.

“May I?” So lost in your thoughts, you’d hardly noticed how his hands were hovering over the ties. You hesitated, but his small smile had you nodding before you even processed the thought. In seconds, your mask was off your face and in his hands.

Diluc hardly had to say a word, the adoration that shone clear in his eyes said everything that needed to be said. You couldn’t help but smile as words of soft praises and reassurances fell from his lips.

➥𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

“What the- my bandages… where could they have gone?!” Your felt your heart drop to your stomach as you all but tore apart your bathroom, searching for the one thing that concealed your scars. Even with everything strewn about, you still could find no trace of the rolls of bandages, despite the fact that you had just bought some last week.

“Babe? Everything okay in there?” Your wide eyes landed on the door, the only thing concealing your uncovered face from Childe’s eyes. “Y-yes! But, um, have you seen my bandages?” There was a brief pause and you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“I-I had a mission and I needed to patch myself up- I didn’t know those were yours! I’m so sorry, you know I wouldn’t do that on purpose… right?” Grimacing, you stepped out of the bathroom, nodding. “I know you wouldn’t. You were bound to see them at some point, so… yeah.”

Wide blue eyes traced the lines of your scars and his hands followed. “Who hurt you?” He questioned lowly, murderous intent nearly radiating from him. You shook your head. “It’s been years, plus I killed them myself. Someone wanted information on Liyue and the Qixing… the rest is history.”

In moments, he was hugging you tightly. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I know it was a while ago, but fuck I- I wish I would’ve been there.” Before you could respond, Childe pulled back from the hug and his hands moved up to your face. Then his lips were softly tracing the scarred tissue, momentarily shocking you.

He pressed feather soft kisses along your cheeks, almost as if scared to hurt you. “My strong, beautiful, baby. You never have to hide yourself from me, y’know that, right?” He murmured against your skin.

You sank into him, nodding once as he continued his ministrations. “Good. Now, tell me where their graves are so we can dance on them.”

➥𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐚

“Just a little more, and… that’s not a little! Oh- back u-“ Lisa’s warning came just a moment too late and before you knew it, her newest potion was blowing up, directly in your face.

You let out a cough, and in seconds Lisa’s hands were flitting all over you, checking for any injuries. Besides some very minor burns, the front of your shirt had holes and…

A gasp escaped your lips and you immediately turned away, hunching over. The bandages that usually covered the bottom half of your face had disintegrated, and while they protected your skin, your scars were now visible to everyone who looked.

“Oh dear, are you hurt? Look at me, cutie, I need to check, okay?” Worry clouded your girlfriend’s voice, and you couldn’t help but notice that such an emotion didn’t suit her in the slightest. “I’m fine, I promise… I just need new bandages.”

It was silent for a moment. “Oh, right, of course.” You felt a slight pang at her tone. You’d been together for six months and it’d been two months since you’d promised to show her your face, and still you hadn’t mustered up the courage. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust her, but Lisa was gorgeous in every sense of the word. How could you compare? But just imagining her down turned expression made the decision for you.

“W-wait! Lisa, I- um I don’t need them right now…” The librarian was facing you almost before you could even finish your sentence. In two long strides, she’d reached you and you couldn’t help but feel fear naw at you. “Oh, sweetheart. You know I call you ‘cutie’ on purpose, right? Your scars aren’t going to change that, my love. They show just how strong you are and you need never be ashamed of that. My beautiful lover,” She cooed, pressing fleeting kisses to every inch of your face.

Despite your rapidly beating heart, you couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling. “I don’t know how your scars came to be, but I can tell you now that nothing will come close to harming you, not as long as I’m here. You’re safe with me, cutie.”

Before you could stop yourself, you were kissing her, all of your feelings pouring into it. Her thumb gently brushed your cheek and it brought you a comfort you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Thank you.”