#how the hell did i not notice till now😭

[c0llisiion]

NUMB TO THE FEELING : Concert Sex —J.jk

★pairing: jeon jungkook + f!reader

★genre : smut

★: npr, switch!jk , switch!reader , fellacio , handjob, whiny!jk, idol!jkandreader , dirty talk , cum eating, lots of ‘baby’ usage, its basically jungkook being all whiny idk 💀 – lmk if i missed any!

★W/C: 1,207

Pt.1 , Pt.2 [can be read as a stand alone!]

A/N: HIIIIIIII! Im backkk! I decided to quickly write this lolol (not rlly proud). I didnt intend it to be so switchy jk path but somehow i js ended up there 😭 its kinda short and idk imo but anyways hope you liked this! I might make this a series hehe

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

It was the day of jungkooks fanmeet. The crowd was huge. Fans were screaming out his name over and over again. The arena was so lively. You were deep in the audience, and no one seemed to notice you. You were sitting in the 3rd row with your managers and bodyguards surrounding the seats in front of and beside you. You watched as your boyfriend entertained a crowd of mostly young women. There was a spark of jealousy, but why would you be jealous when you get to fuck him whenever you want?. As the concert went on, vcr’s were played every now and then, but one of them caught your eye. It was a vcr where Jungkook hopped out of his and yours shower. In the same shower, he ate you out till you were shaking. The same shower where you suck his dick as he groans and whines at the way your mouth worked on his dick. The same shower he pushed you against, fucking into you until you blacked out. Thoughts of those steamy days and nights flooded your mind as you watched the vcr.

 

Jungkook had just finished the second-last setlist of the night. You watched him scurry off the stage, removing his clothes in the process. You relaxed and laid back a bit when one of jungkooks staff approached you. “Mr.jeon would like to see you in his dressing room immediately, Ms.y/n”  she said while taking deep breaths. You smirked and nodded before following her. You knew exactly why he called you. You were guided through the backstage area by his staff. People were running rampant, preparing for the next set list. She eventually brought you to Jungkook's dressing room before giggling and leaving. You stared at the door in front of you, contemplating whether to tease him and just leave or give him what he wanted. “Come in already, baby.” A deep voice was heard from inside the room. How the hell did he know? You chuckled before entering his dressing room. "I thought of actually leaving you all hard and-“ jungkook grabbed you by your neck and smashed his lips against yours, cutting your little banter off. His other hand went to your ass, groping the fatty flesh from under your teeny-tiny miumiu skirt. His tongue was inside your mouth as he pressed his hard-on against you. “Fuck– gotta make this quick, baby. God, you look so hot rn.” He mumbled into your mouth as his fingers toyed with your wet pussy. You moaned into his mouth, grinding onto his fingers for more stimulation.

You pushed him away when you felt his fingers pushing inside of your soft walls. He stumbled back a bit and stared at you, confused. “Baby? Whats wrong-“ he got cut off as you pushed him down onto the dressing room couch, immediately taking your place in between his legs. Jungkook smirked at your sudden action before relaxing on the couch, throwing his head back, waiting for your next move. You were kneeling down in front of him as you palmed his erect cock through his jeans. You unzipped his pants and pulled down both his jeans and boxers together. His big, thick cock flung out, hitting his belly, precum already leaking. 

You took the monster in your hands, smearing the pre down his shaft before sucking on his tip. Jungkook let out a loud groan, bringing his hand to your head to push you further down. You slapped his hand away. He stared at you with a confused look and a pout. “You’re being mean-..” he whined. Your hands went up and down his length, slowly pumping it. “Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” You say it tauntingly. Your hands increased in pace, and jungkook was in another world. His head was thrown back as whimpers after whimpers escaped his mouth. “Look at you. All whiney. You just love it when i tease you, dont you jungkook?” You say before pressing your thumb into his slit. Jungkooks hips bucked up at the sudden action. “Haa…! Nghh- y/n..” he moaned, his eyes looking down at you half-lidded and on the verge of tears as you kept teasing his sensitive tip. “Speak up, baby. What is it?” You ask with a fake sweet tone as you fondle his heavy balls. Pulling and tugging on them before licking up a huge stripe from his balls to his tip. Jungkook whined out loud, his back arching away from the couch. Hands gripping the armrest. “You are so sensitive..” you say, gliding your hands up and down his length faster. “So..so.. sensitive..” wrapping around his dick tighter and pumping him faster. “Haa… fuck so good, y/n… im gonna cum…—“ he says, eyes closed and in a state of bliss. “Yeah? You’re gonna cum? What if I don't let you?” You say before detaching from his cock and watching it twitch in the air. Jungkook whined and cried, missing your soft hands. “Please y/n.. let me cum.. I promise to fuck you good .. “ you loved seeing him be all desperate for your touch. The way he could switch from being a dom to a sub was so surreal. You chuckle at his words and nod. “As you wish…” you say before putting his entire length down your throat. Jungkook moaned out as your throat spasmed around his thick dick. Your head bobbed up and down his length. His hands are pinned down to his sides by your hands, restricting him from touching you. 

Jungkook was a moaning mess. His sweet little mouth let out groans every second as you worked up his length. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth, and before you knew it, a white, salty liquid coated the inside of your mouth and throat. You coughed and gagged around his cock as rope after rope of cum kept slipping down your throat. Spurts of his cum start to peek out the sides of your mouth. You pulled away and swallowed all of it before bringing your hands back to his softening cock, overstimulating the hell out of him. Jungkook shuddered under your touch as he tried pushing you off. “Y/n please.. thats enough..” he said. You smirked at him before continuing to work up and down on his length. He leaned forward and wrapped his hand around your neck, immediately stopping your movements. "Didn't I tell you to stop, doll?” He said he was squeezing the sides of your neck. You nodded and whimpered as his grip on your neck tightened. His hands traveled to your jaw, his fingers wiping away the reminder of his cum that was around your mouth. He stuffed his fingers back into your mouth, and you shamelessly licked off the rest of his cum. He smirked and softly slapped your cheeks. “I fucking love you.” Was all he said before he was cut off by a loud knock on his door.

“Jungkook you are up in 10! Get ready quick!” His manager screamed from the other side. He looked at your kneeling figure before kissing your cum stained lips. “We are not done yet btw” he said, pulling you up before putting his pants back on and exiting his room.

A/N: Ilysmmm! Thank you for reading!!!

[honey-milk-depresso]

Hi hi Honey! I hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself!

how about crack headcanons for Malleus, Silver, and Lilia reacting to hearing reader shouting "they've had it with Adeuce and Grim" then chasing them with a broom. 😭 Idk it was just something that randomly popped into my head. Take your time <3

TW: Slight swearing, I will now put that as a warning as my friend's sister saw a cuss word and I will never forgive myself for letting her read my fics-

TWST S/o's had it with Adeuce + Grim

Malleus Draconia

It's a beautiful day outside.

Birds are singing, flowers are blooming,

On days like these...

Wait-

Well, on a nice day like this, Malleus was strolling merrily down his way to see you in Ramshackle.

The thought of you greeting him with a sweet, cheerful smile warms his heart and it made him more hurried in his footsteps, walking towards your dorm as he anticipated your cordial greeting.

And as he knocked on the door...

"I SWEAR TO GOD YOU THREE- WHAT THE FUCK-"

Malleus blinked, as he peered from behind the opened door. There he found you standing above with a broom in hand, the two first years and tanuki he had learnt about from you, kneeling with their heads bowed and hung with shame. Were those... anemones on their heads?

"YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU MADE A DEAL WITH SOME SHADY OCTOPUS IN OCTAVINELLE FOR AN EXAM?? YOU SHOULD'VE JUST STUDIED WITH ME AND JACK-"

Malleus quietly closed the door; thankful you had not noticed. He had definitely stepped in at the wrong time and to see you so unruffled and... fierce. No, that might be an understatement.

The dragon fae never would have thought you'd be a completely different person when you're upset. Whatever those three might have done surely had you erupt.

He doesn't want to know why you had a broom in the first place...

Lilia Vanrouge

He had met those three troublemakers during their first week of college, and he could already tell they were bound to create trouble.

Lilia went to Ramshackle on a particularly normal day. He was quite excited for you to try the dish he painstakingly made, and this time he finally had Silver's approval as he did not spat out the whole thing (at least).

He was proud of it, and whatever he had learnt from his Master Chef Class, he hoped you would be impressed by it.

On his way, he knocked on the door. "S/o-"

"YOU FUCKS- WHAT THE HELL- WHO ATE MY LUNCH"

"IT WASN'T ME- I SWEAR-"

"ASS TRAPPOLA, YOU BETTER GET ASS HERE OR I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP-"

"PREFECT, PLEASE CALM DOWN-" "NYEHH- HENCHMAN'S SCARY-"

"BACK OFF-"

Lilia was cut short by the muffled screaming behind the door, and he wondered if what happened. He peered from the window and saw the chaos unfold: you chasing Ace with a broom, who was backed in the corner. Deuce and Grim were holding you back, as you almost gnawed on Deuce's arm.

My oh my, s/o. Who knew you were so chaotic? He decided maybe now wasn't the time to... say hello, and he went off.

"What friends they are... Fufufu..."

Silver

Silver had decided to meet you after a long day. He was up from classes till club activities ended, and he just wanted to take a good long sleep in the comfort of your presence.

He was desperate enough to brisk walk his way towards Ramshackle, urgently wanting to seek rest and comfort in your arms. He pictured you embracing him while whispering to him about how much you love him as he loves you as he would slowly be lulled to sleep by your voice...

"ACE- GRIM-"

"OH SHIT-"

"PREFECT WAIT-"

"DEUCE GET OFF ME-"

Silver was pulled back to reality and his daydreaming was cut short by screaming in Ramshackle.

He looked towards the window, seeing Ace running at full speed as you hunted him down with a broom. Grim was clawing onto the redhead's jacket as Deuce hurriedly followed you, trying to stop you from committing further acts of violence.

He could hear from Ace: "STOP- DON'T HIT ME, I SWEAR IT WASN'T ME-"

"THEN WHERE'S THE LUNCH, HUH-"

"IT WAS GRIM-"

"DON'T THROW ME UNDER THE BUS-"

"PREFECT, PLEASE DON'T KILL US-"

Yikes... Not a good time to enter now, is it? Silver made a U-turn back to Diasomnia as he sighed, reminding himself not to make you upset. Ever.

"I'll just go back to my room..."

Reblogs help! ^^

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.11 bffs with the rookies+ Melbourne in the summer

guys y/n's alr been doing so much idk how many more scandals I can come up with 😭 pls lemme know what situations yall would like to see these 4 in hehe 🫣 comment it or dm me my inbox is always open to yall 🥰

| Masterlist |

It had been a long few weeks before you could see your best friends once again, not having been able to attend any of the races for the rest till the summer break, but now? You were finally free and ready to cause problems for your favourite people.

You laughed to yourself as you landed at Melbourne Airport, having been to the Piastri household many times, so much so that his mother had begun putting a stocking out for you at Christmas, knowing that you'd probably be celebrating with the Aussies, much like Logan would be. He too had his own stocking.

You'd called his Mother beforehand, asking if it was okay to come over and she'd told you, she'd be keeping your favourite Shepard's pie ready. She'd also told you that Logan was staying over as well, having arrived with Oscar.

You remember all the times the three of you had spent in Oscar's room as teenagers, talking about everything and nothing at all them complaining and marvelling about racing, you listening and giving advice wherever you could. You went to them with all your problems and they to you.

You trusted each other with your deepest, darkest, secrets. You, Logan and Oscar, and then you met Arthur, and he had been an unlikely addition to your peculiar little group, but the three of you had soon come to realise just how similar the boy was, and decided it was only fair to adopt him into your weirdness.

"Two hours!" you whisper-yelled at yourself, looking at how much time you'd have to spend in the uber to get to the house, maybe more with traffic. So you did what you did best, just to pass the time.

You got out of the app, not knowing how much chaos could come from one simple tweet. Turning on some mind-numbing show on Netflix, you settled in till you could be with your best friends again.

The two hours went by faster than she realised as the Uber pulled up to the house, she told the driver to pull over, earning her a weird look. She paid him his fare and took her luggage right behind the house. Thankfully the old trellis was still there, a little rotten and overgrown with vines but still there.

She climbed up with practised ease, settling just outside her friend's window, where Oscar and Logan had been sharing the Aussies' room, just like when they were young.

She sat just outside the view of the two boys Logan who was sprawled on the bed scrolling through Instagram and Oscar on the fluffy mat right below, snacking on nachos, passing some to the American as they spoke.

She couldn't help but giggle, stopping as she almost slipped off the roof.

She pulled out her phone, trying not to fall to her death or alert the residents of the house.

She moved to see the boys' reaction, only to see him smiling, kicking his feet up.

"Oh my god, this is fucking adorable," she whispered to herself, clicking a picture, how they still hadn't noticed her was a mystery, weren't F1 drivers supposed to super attentive?

She went back to texting the unsuspecting boy.

"Huh?" you heard the boy whisper to himself, perfect, both were distracted, now was your chance.

You jumped through the open window, making the two jump and scream. It was high-pitched and loud, making the brunette's parents run up to their room.

"IS IT THE SPIDER AGAIN?" His mother yelled, "OH HELL, DID A SNAKE GET IN?" His father questioned, as they pushed open the door, eyes wide looking around their son's room, only to find the laughing girl and their boys standing on the far end of the bed, hiding behind one other.

"How do you always fall for that?" The girl asked laughing at the prank she had been playing on her friends since she started coming home with them from their races at 16.

"Oh, sweetie, how was your flight?" His mother said, pulling you in for a hug, she ruffled your hair a little as she held you at arm's length to look at you, "It's been far too long since you visited!" She smiled and said.

His father patted her shoulder as well, "Oscar, go get her bags." he said while walking out of the room, making the boy still in shock complain, "But dad,", "Now, Oscar!" Was the only reply that came, making the girl stick out her tongue at her friend.

"How are you my parent's favourite!?" He screamed walking out the door.

"Actually, it Y/n, me and theeeeen you," Logan spread gasoline on the fire, "SHUT UP LOGAN," the boy threw a few nacho chips at the blond.

The girl let herself fall on the bed, taking Logan's phone off the charger, the boy followed suit, resting his head on her stomach, the girl lowering her phone so he could see what she was seeing as well.

She opened Twitter to find her simple tweet had practically gone viral.

"Doesn't that bother you?" he asked making the girl raise her brow, "All these people who don't even know you and they hate you,"

She hummed as she wrapped a coil of blond hair around her finger, letting it loose and moving onto another, "I mean not really?" she started, "Sure it hurts when they call me just for hanging out with yall but it doesn't matter much cause at the end of the day I'm hanging out with yall," she explained, "It'd matter if y'all said something cause you know, you know me, but these don't mean shit, bruv," she said further, showing him the screen, where someone had suggested a club.

"Sounds good," he replied, beginning to doze off.

The flight had taken a lot out of the young girl, the jet lag finally catching up, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE IN THESE BAGS-", Oscar yelled as he walked into the room but quickly shut up as he saw his friends fast asleep. He pulled out his phone and quickly took a photo of the two for blackmail reasons and pulled a blanket over them.

Why he had to sleep on an air mattress, on the floor, in his own house, was a mystery to him but all of them had grown used to unpredictable chaos when they were together.

what i wouldn't do to have her life 😮‍💨 also next Y/n and Arthur get home aloned and his brothers go through the 5 stages of grief thinking they'd gotten their 20-year-old brother and his friend kidnapped.

Taglist: @dark-night-sky-99 @cashtons-wife @i-wish-this-was-me @thehufflepuffavenger1 @eugene-emt-roe @fangirl-dot-com @landosgirlxoxo @aquangxl @sachaa-ff

[rusmii]

Can I request a oneshot where Dazai has a dream ab reader ( fem iydm) and it’s rlly detailed ( the dream ) and everything feels real? And when he awoken she was sleeping beside him which did not help his situation.

๋࣭ ⭑dream surreal ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

osamu d. x fem!reader

╰ back to navi

syp: dazai can't help but overthink a fight that might never happen. but somehow learns how to respect you as a person even more now.

tw//: dazai centric(no literally y/n is nowhere to be seen during most of it), timeline jumps a bit(a lot at the end), arguments, it's implied that dazai is nonchalant asshole whenever an argument happens, hurt/comfort, learning experience, dazai accidentally tortures himself in his sleep, mentioned drug, im kinda too tired to tag everything but since its dazai yall know the drill, i'll leave the rest up to interpretation lmk if im missing any tags

♡: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONGGG but i rlly did not like how i wrote this.. did not go the way i wanted and i tried fixing it but didn't wanna postpone it anymore so i hope i didn't dogshit it😭🤕

wc: 6k

dazai hums to himself, skipping on the way home from work. today was your guys' 3rd anniversary, and the two of you had reserved dinner at the beachside in Yokohama. it wasn't expensive, but it didn't have to be with it having more sentiment value. it's where the two of you had your first date after all.

he fishes through his pockets to grab his keys, the tiny chinkle dangling in the air as he unlocks the door. as soon as he opened the door, he kicked off his shoes and ran into your shared bedroom, "belladonna!! are you excited for-"

"osamu." you said with venom laced in your tone. dazai stopped mid sentence, his arms now loose to the side as he stood by the entrance of the doorway. "hm?" he tilts his head, "what's the matter, bella?" dazai asks. he noticed an envelope in your hands, and pictures scattered across the bed you were standing in front of.

he could feel your glare boring holes into his soul. "don't bella me. the hell is all this?!" you nearly yell despite your close distance with each other. he looked at you with a confused face. what could have made you so mad that you were practically screaming in his face for... oh.

as dazai stepped closer to the bed he also saw the pictures more clearly.

it was pictures of him from his mafia days, along with pictures of his closest companions. ango, chuuya, mori, kouyou, the old man and oda. his breath is caught in his lungs as he stares at oda's picture. it had 'couldn't be saved' , 'RIP' , and other similar things written in a thick black marker.

there were also other multiple pictures that were taken of him murdering or torturing people from his teenage years. he bit the inside of his cheek, he remembered all those moments, the moments he couldn't take back or erase from his memory. everything was there. from the moment mori found him and brought him to his clinic, to chuuya and him meeting for the first time, and to when oda was dying in his arms.

everything was there, and he couldn't deny it. the evidence of who he really was- was shining through the roof, and he heard you opening the envelope you were hiding earlier.

he watched your movements like a hawk, watching as the contents of the envelope spilled onto the bed. there were very few bullets he used to kill his victims, the gun used; all dirty and worn down(he's pretty sure it's still broken), the drugs he's taken; the empty bottles lay around as the syringes with empty needles bounce off the bed, and lastly a paper.

you held it up, and his body went stiff as you read the contents. "dazai osamu's list of crimes. 1073 in total." dazai pursed his lips into a thin line. whoever was documenting everything couldn't get his crime count right. he committed more than 1073 crimes in total. but you didn't have to know that, did you? not when you were freaking out about his fraud.

he chuckles to himself, wait till you find out about his killings.

"what's so funny?" you squint your eyes. "nothing, but... wow.." he says, astonished as he picks up a photo of oda's orphaned children. just before they went boom. "whoever recorded every one of my moves did one hell of a job! we should invite them to our dinner date to applaud them, don't ya think [name]?" he laughs heartily.

if looks could kill, he'd for sure be near earth's core with how intense your glare was. "[name]?" he asks as you grab your phone and charger, going to the closest to grab the nearest jack you could find. "[name!]" this time, it was dazai whose voice had gone serious, "what are you doing??"

"what's it look like?" you spat back. he bit back the urge to tell you that you were overreacting and that he's a changed man, so he wouldn't ever act as he did back in the port mafia.

too bad this was dazai osamu. he didn't care about the consequences if he didn't have to think about it. you'd always come back running into his arms after a week anyway. "so what if I acted like a teenage dirtbag? I've changed, so shouldn't that matter now; and only now?"

you gawked at him like he just said something stupid, which he did. "did you just seriously say that?"

"what's the big deal?" he shrugs his shoulders, "what's done, been done."

"what's done, been done?" you repeat, "what's done, been done?!" you yell. "this- that's murder osamu! how could you just... act so nonchalant about it!?" you couldn't believe this was who your osamu really was. you'd always assume that he had a rough past, and you weren't wrong, but you got the story wrong.

"it is, but you get over it quickly. trust me on that."

you stare at him. how could you trust someone who's been lying to you the entire time you've been together? lived together? breathe the same air and become intimate with each other? your head was starting to turn from this boom of information. "It's the past. get over it." his voice now low and threatening. was this the same voice he used for his teenage dirtbag years?

"it doesn't involve you. it shouldn't and never involve you." dazai softens his voice once he realizes what kind of tone he is using. "ever," he clenched his fists, "so drop the topic."

your gaze never left the list of crimes that you let fall to the floor. you shook your head, acknowledging that this relationship wasn't going to work. not when this relationship was built on lies. "I'm sorry, dazai." you used his last name this time.

"so this is it?" dazai says, "we're ending things because I did stupid shit back then? is that it?" he presses the questions on you, but you ignore him as you slip your jacket on, opting to get your stuff later. "no dazai."

"then what?!" his voice was starting to become more frantic as soon as he realized that this might really be it. this wasn't like your usual arguments with each other. it always ends up with you crying and dashing out the door, leaving for a week, then coming back without him ever needing to apologize or talk about it.

"tell me!!" he stalks up to you and grabs your arm, but you shove him off you. "think about how I feel once in a while, you selfish jackass!!" you scream and stomped out of the apartment. dazai trailed after you until he stopped at the doorway of your guy's apartment.

"there's nothing to think about when you're a mindless, brainless worm who thinks they know what they're doing!"

you gasped at that. was that what he really thought of you? "oh! well, I'm sorry I'm too stupid for a genius like you!" you stopped midway in front of the door, "in fact, why don't you find a one night- bed to bed bitch who's willing to sit on her ass and half listen to your bitching for some cash!!"

and that was it. you walked away as he yelled at your back, not once trying to come after you. you'd return to him after a week of anger. he knows you will.

Day 1:

he marked the date mentally in his head. he always made sure to keep track of your fights. since today was the 1st day, he wasn't worried about it in the slightest bit. but he groaned. his head throbbed as he sat up on his bed, taking in the leisure sun.

it was about time to head into work, but he was already a minute late, so why rush?

he dipped his feet out of the bed, walking into the bathroom as he prepared to shower. the sound of the water running was heard as he stripped naked. once he checked that the water temperature was to his liking, he stepped inside and sighed, the water running down him, giving him a slight euphoric sensation.

for a moment or two, dazai was relishing in the water. his head was tilted back as he closed his eyes.

his mind whisked him back to the night before. the fight you two had was nothing like the others, where it'd usually formed from a petty squabble. this time, it came directly from an unknown source, and he'd like to know who recorded his timeline of events.

"come back! you don't know what the hell you're doing!!!"

he could hear himself screaming at your back. his voice loud and clear, but his bungled mind and rigid body said otherwise. he physically cringed inside the shower as he recalled every little thing he said to you.

"you need me! you can't leave me!!"

"[name], are you really going to leave me?! after you said you'd never leave!? damn hypocrite!!"

he cringed at that. of course, you'd never leave him. why would you? you love him after all! you'd never leave him! he didn't have to worry because you'd never leave him!

right?

he let out a long breath and banged his head on the wall. well shit. maybe he should really apologize this time.

"dazai-san!" he heard his subordinate call out to him, "hmmmmnn?? what is it atsushi-kun?~" dazai couldn't sleep a wink the past night, but despite all that, his cheerful self still remained for the day.

he was currently at the agency, sleeping his ass off as he watches the tanizaki siblings go at it

"um, a package has arrived for you." the young boy holds out a small box— just a plain brown box with his name on it. To Dazai, from.

he took a look at the box, and his eyes wandered down to where it was sent from. "who sent it?" he asks, taking the box from him and setting it down on his desk. by this point, almost everyone at the agency had stopped what they were doing to nose into this situation. even kunikida had stopped writing and looked over from his desk. "dazai, what is that?"

"why, a box, of course!" he laughs and ranpo sniggers from the side, "open it, you'll regret it if you don't."

dazai became intrigued at what the lollipop sucking boy said. it wasn't everyday ranpo would warn them of something so trivial. he cut open the box from a box cutter he asked from kunikida; him complaining about how dazai never is prepared for anything.

"yeah, yeah." dazai brushes his lecture off as he opens the box, "look! it's.. a note.?" now that got his attention. he stares at it for a bit as he holds it up, inspecting the strange note that was written on black paper, the ink in white.

an argument will ensue.

what the fuck? "dazai-san, what does that mean..?" Atsushi, who was already by his side, asked out loud, "I don't know.."

was it referring to yesterday? dazai felt as if his saliva was stuck in his throat. he bit his lip as he recalled the fight you two had last night. "dazai, what's wrong? is everything okay?" this time it was from kunikida, who looked a little worried from his lack of expression.

"yeah." he whispers below his breath, "yep!" his voice now as loud as it was when he barged into the office late, "everything is A-OK!!"

"are you sure?" yosano asks, not convinced. dazai winks at her as he gives her a thumbs out, tongue sticking out. she sighs, knowing that she isn't going to get an answer from him. "well, if it isn't bothering you, then it doesn't bother us."

kenji nods in agreement. "if anything happens, don't forget to tell us." kyouka follows up, dazai smiles, and soon everyone is back to working like normal.

well, dazai is sleeping as usual.

Day 2:

dazai has woken up to the sound of someone repeatedly knocking on his door. at first, he thought it was a door to door salesman and went back to sleep, hoping that they'd get the hint and go away. but when the knocking persisted and didn't stop, he groaned, getting up from bed.

he stares at the box sitting on his nightstand, the note still inside of it. he wondered if this mysterious ghost watched every single one of your guy's previous fights.

just as he was about to grab the box again, the knocking turned into banging. dazai jumped from the sudden change of pace and hissed at the cold, hitting him as he rolled out of bed. "coming, I'm coming!" he yells from the hall of the apartment.

the banging still didn't stop, and he started to think about every single curse word he spewed at the person as soon as he opened the door.

"what?!-"

but unfortunately he doesn't get to do so, because as soon as he opens the door he is met with nobody.

"-the hell??" he replaces and looks from right to left, checking to see if anybody ran off. he didn't notice anything off, but he saw a sign that read: look down, with an arrow pointing to the ground.

as dazai looked down, he saw another plain brown box on his doormat. one that you'd absolutely insisted that this lonely place needs. he crouched down to inspect it, making sure that it wasn't an enemy trap before picking it up and slamming his door shut with his foot.

the box was bigger, not as big but certainly not as small as the one from yesterday.

he placed the box down onto the kitchen island and walked around to find a knife. as soon as he found a small knife, he turned around to cut the tape down the middle.

the sound of the knife cutting through it; the flimsy flaps of the cardboard hovered up and down. he sets down the knife and pulls open the flaps, being met with another note and a few photos.

he picks up the note first, reading the contents.

she's upset. brush it off.

dazai threw the note to the side, not wanting to overanalyze so early in the morning. he then picks up the photos, there were two of them.

one of him and the other of you.

the photo of you was when you received a yellow envelope and the same plain brown box from the doorstep, and the other was a photo of him smiling as he held up a few things from his mafia days.

brush it off.

his eyebrows furrow as he remembered the last line of the note. "ughh!!" he groans, "it's too early for this!"

kunikida looked like he was about to burst a fuse, "dazai!" he called out to the brunette who was lazing around on the couches. "hm?" dazai looked up from where he was at, eyes going blank when he saw the red-faced kunikida stomping towards him. "get back to work!!" he yells down.

"eww!! kunikida-kun's spit particles are all over me now!!!" dazai waves his arms around, "i've been infected by the W-V!!!"

"huh?! W-V?!" kunikida spurts out, whipping out his notebook and grabbing a nearby pen, "tell me, what else do i have to look out for when identifying the symptoms?"

"hmm, let's see. since i've just gotten it, like- a second ago, the first symptom would be that you'll feel veeeeerrryyyy tired early in the mornings!!"

scribbling could be heard, "i see. what else?"

"next would be how stressed you'd get! i mean, seriously!!- kunikida, have you ever gotten yourself checked?!" dazai lets out an exasperated gasp. "oh my.. kunikida-kun...!"

"what!? what is it??"

dazai stays silent, his eyes widened, a feigned fearful expression on his face as kunikida dreads his answer. "you've been..."

"infected..!" dazai whispers the last part and kunikida's eyes blew wide open, "huh?!-"

"just kidding." dazai yawns and kunikida threw him across the room.

"what even was W-V, anyways dazai-san?" atsushi suddenly appears in his view, "hah.. atsushi is so swirly!! haha!!" he bursts out laughing, and atsushi just sighs.

"forget it, it's just another thing he made up." kunikida pushes his glasses back into place, "dazai, stop brushing things off. you'll regret it one day."

the said man stays silent, watching the blonde man walk back to his desk. whether atsushi noticed his silence or not, the white-haired boy sticks out his hand with a smile.

"i think kunikida-san is right. please don't brush the problem off."

Day 3:

"walk back safe!" atsushi waves to dazai, kyouka nodding her head, and dazai smiles at them; in acknowledgment of their words.

stepping out from the elevator, he couldn't help but think about how peaceful his day has been today.

and the words that kunikida and atsushi had said yesterday. don't brush it off. just like the note. he didn't know if it was just a coincidence or if it was related; dazai sighed as he walked past the florist shop that he used to always stop by when you used to work there. it held some great memories of his failed attempts at flirting and your coworkers hyping him up.

he looked at the 'closed' sign on the glass door: closed today! sorry for the inconvenience!:(

that's weird. usually, they were open every day. dazai glanced to his sides, stepping closer to the glass door after he made sure no one was there to witness it. he pressed his face against the glass, peering into the dark shop.

the flowers stuffed in bouquets, and potted plants scattered all around. there were rows of flowers and plants aligned on the aisles, a simple description of it under each of them. he scanned around for a few minutes before finally eyeing the flower he was looking for. the flower was your favorite flower.

he sucked in a breath as he remembered how happy you were when he gave you those flowers for your guy's third date. how surprised you were when he remembered what your favorite flower was. sure you had multiple, but there was this one flower you could name on the top of your head with ease.

it made him smile, knowing that you were happy. at that time, he didn't know that your happiness was his.

after staring for a couple minutes, dazai knew it was about time to head back, so he glanced one last time at the flower before turning on his heels and leaving for good.

a few twists and turns, and soon, dazai was back at the apartment. a shortcut! he'd like to call it. 'zai, that's stupid.' you'd laugh every time he found a new way to shorten the shortcut. 'whaaat?? it's my specialty!' he'd always reply back.

bickering would always ensue afterward, but just like all the other times, it was over within a week.

as dazai made his way down the hall of the apartment complex, he noticed someone turn down the hall and disappeared from plain sight. he didn't bother to chase after them, thinking it was another resident of the building.

he let out another groan. "of course, it'd show up at one point." he spat under his breath, speed walking closer to his door to pick up the plain brown box. as he was about to pick it up, he stopped his tracks. his mind immediately jumped back to the mysterious person who turned the corner. could it have been him?

he crouched down to the box's level, carefully picking it up to check it out. rotating the box, he shook it slightly, feeling the object inside moving.

'it's light.' he confirms. he looked back at the end of the hall where the mysterious person went to and got up with the box clutched in his arms. he stalks down the hall, his footsteps heavy as it echoed through the silent hall.

"shit." he says once he's reached the end, "what the fuck..?"

the wall that's staring back at him; mocks him. he turns around to find the same dead-end wall on the opposite end. the stairs down being elsewhere.

dazai bit his tongue, slowly backing away as he retreats back to his place. now, he knew he had problems with his head, but one thing for sure was that he did not hallucinate. and the note in front of him, stuck to his door, confirmed that all right.

don't run, face the problem. open the box. remember. happy, is she?

dazai ripped the taped paper from his door and unlocked it, almost ripping the door off its hinges. locking the door as soon as he got inside, dazai set the box down next to the other brown box on the kitchen island. he moved around it to grab a knife and walked back to stab it open.

he didn't particularly care about its contents anymore; having been fed up with the daily gifts his admirer gave him.

opening the box, he was met with a flower and another note.

he couldn't pay attention to the note. not when the flower was staring right up at him, a few petals already having been scattered around inside the box. the flower in question was your favorite flower. the stem was cut off, but the petals still retained their color. it must have been recently that the stem was cut off.

dazai slowly picked up the note. it was something he didn't expect: do you feel guilty yet?

he froze. so whoever this mysterious ghost was surely had to know about his situation. but the question was, how, though? was there a break-in? were there cameras around that he didn't know about?

that was impossible, dazai would've known if he was being watched. he was being thrown for a loop, not understanding the motive of this person. was it trying to get him to apologize? for which fight? he didn't know, but now he needed to figure it out.

as he walked to the bedroom, another note was plastered on the bedroom door.

the guilty verdict.

Day 4:

dazai had decided to take the rest of the week off. when asked why, he shrugged them off, only answering in shallow replies. they were worried, of course, but didn't want to push him. he was dazai after all; you don't question dazai.

but in actuality, dazai was focusing all his attention on his secret admirer.

he pins the notes to the corkboard, the pictures, and the flower next to their respective notes. colored yarn used as lines are a jumbled mess; crossing each other. everything was dated as well as the plain brown boxes sitting beneath the corkboard.

dazai also had a whiteboard, small but will make do.

he starts by writing down every encounter and event that could clue him closer to the culprit.

• 1st - note appears from the agency - small plain box - nothing inside • 2nd - note appears from his doormat - slightly larger than the box from 1st - 2 pics - repeated knocking • 3rd - note appears from doormat - mysterious suspect runs - dead-end - note on door - note on bedroom door - [name]'s favorite flower

that was all for now. it had been three days (four if you count today). he was anxious, awaiting the next arrival of the box. from early sunrise to the bright afternoon, there hadn't been a single commotion or hint of the next note.

dazai starts pacing back and forth in the room, his hair all shriveled and messy from the frustrated hands that ruffled through his hair.

it had been an hour after he had fallen asleep. he didn't know when or how, but he had the sense to wake up; his chest heavy as a weight sits atop him. he couldn't move, and by now, dazai could feel himself travel down memory lane.

the dark ceiling of his place; a place that he would have never considered calling home before he joined the mafia. he shivers in the cold, the lack of heating and insulation in general made him sweat like he had just gotten fighting with chuuya, and the chilly coldness of the crisp air hitting him like a storm on random nights during the monsoon season.

night after night, he would always never have enough sleep. the container being too dark for him to properly rest; the young teen is always on the lookout for nearby assassins. at some point during one of his usual sleepless nights, dazai felt a strange weight on top of him as he dozed off.

snapping himself awake, he was met with eyes that matched his, the shadow that loomed over him had no emotions, but his words spoke through dazai's core.

dazai's eyes became wide as he shot up from his spot, scrambling to sit upright as he narrowed his eyes up to the look-alike of him sitting right in front of him. "what— who..— you're me." he manages out, feeling the words clog inside his throat.

"i'm you!" the shadow happily announces, clapping its hands.

the shadow leers at dazai, the wide blood filled eyes looking right into his soul; through him as if he's reading him. "so?" dazai asks as he crosses his arms, "what did you come to tell me this time?"

the shadow titters for some time before inching closer; and closer; and closer; and closer.. until dazai can feel the cold air fanning him. "to tell you what to say whenever you're in the wrong-" it's finger poking at his chest; his heart, "-sorry."

he moves his finger up slowly, "that's all you have to say." the shadow whispers, the finger now pointing to the center of dazai's head, "or would you rather have her gone?"

"hah!" dazai guffaws, "do you really think-"

"were you thinking?"

dazai glares silently, his narrowed eyes flickering between the bed and anywhere else but him. "of course I was." he says, and it laughs, this time mockingly. "ah yes, of course you were thinking, totally thinking!!" — "shut up!" dazai screams, throwing his pillow at the shadow who disappears on impact. dazai breathed heavily as he closed his eyes, his head lolled to the side as he succumbed to slumber.

Day...

dazai sat alone on the chair, his meal getting cold as he waited for you. normally, you'd do the cooking, but this time around, he decided to do it.

it had been two weeks since you left; there was no need for a calendar if he marked every single date mentally anyway. dazai stabs the egg on his plate, the yolk oozing out of it. he had his phone charged and on at full volume at all times, waiting for a call or text, but he had received nothing.

it had been radio silent from you for the past two weeks, and it was killing him from the inside.

the silence had been deafening in his once cozy home. most of your stuff was here, but you still didn't make any indication of coming anywhere near the place. he also hadn't received any notes from his suspicious lurker.

he sighs, maybe another week?

Month...

dazai sat alone on the chair, his meal getting cold as he waited for you. normally, you'd do the cooking, but this time around, he decided to do it.

it had been a month and a half since you left; there was no need for a calendar if he marked every single date mentally anyway. dazai stabs the egg on his plate, the yolk oozing out of it. he had his phone charged and on at full volume at all times, waiting for a call or text, but he had received nothing.

it had been radio silent from you for the past month, and it was killing him from the inside.

the silence had been deafening in his once cozy home. most of your stuff was here, but you still didn't make any indication of coming anywhere near the place. he also hadn't received any notes from his suspicious lurker.

he sighs, maybe another month?

Year...

it had been close to a year since you left; there was no need for a calendar if he marked every single date mentally anyway. dazai stabs the egg on his plate, the yolk oozing out of it. he had his phone charged and on at full volume at all times, waiting for a call or text, but he had received nothing.

it had been radio silent from you for the past few months, and it was killing him from the inside.

the silence had been deafening in his once cozy home. most of your stuff was here, but you still didn't make any indication of coming anywhere near the place. he also hadn't received any notes from his suspicious lurker.

he sighs, maybe another?

Years

dazai stares at his shaken self.

"what— who..— you're me." he manages out, feeling the words clog in his throat.

“i'm you!" dazai happily announces, clapping his hands.

dazai leers at him, his wide blood filled eyes looking right into his soul; through him as if he's reading him. "so?" he asks as he crosses his arms, "what did you come to tell me this time?"

dazai titters for some time before inching closer; and closer; and closer; and closer.. until he can feel the cold air fanning him. "to tell you what to say whenever you're in the wrong-" his finger poking at his chest; his heart, "-sorry."

he moves his finger up slowly, "that's all you have to say." dazai whispers, the finger now pointing to the center of his head, "or would you rather have her gone?"

"hah!" he guffaws, "do you really think-"

"were you thinking?"

he glares silently, his narrowed eyes flickering between the bed and anywhere else but him. "of course I was." he says, and dazai laughs, this time mockingly. "ah yes, of course you were thinking, totally thinking!!" — "shut up!" he screams, throwing his pillow at dazai who disappears on impact. he breathed heavily as he closed his eyes, his head fell to the side as he succumbed to slumber.

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dazai opened his eyes, "[name]?" he asked in confusion, your figure in the tv that was in front of him. dazai found himself restricted and unable to move around, his arms and legs locked in place as the chair rocked with every movement.

he makes an annoyed sound, looking around for ways to escape, but there was nothing. dazai didn't know what kind of room this was. it was a solid plain black room filled with the void. it seemed as if he and the tv were floating in mid-air.

just then, the tv started flickering on and off, the screen glitching as the background played.

you were lazing around the house, propped on the couch, as you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone. for a minute or two, all the footage was just you laying on the couch. suddenly, the doorbell rang, and you immediately looked up with a scrunched up face. you weren't expecting any visitors this late into the night, so you assumed it was probably another door to door salesman. it wasn't until the knock came for a second time, then a third and so forth until you couldn't ignore it anymore. you got up to go confront whoever was annoying you this late at night.

suddenly, the tv was switched to a different channel. dazai could barely make out the two voices talking, the footage showing you and a shadowy person next to you. it was holding a yellow envelope, he didn't know what it was telling you but you seemed to be in disbelief as you were handed a light box filled with unknown contents.

another click, and the channel switched again. this time, it was back to where the other channel left off. you opened the door and were greeted with no one. looking around, you stepped out of the apartment a bit to scan the hall. much to your dismay, there was no one, and you had just been ding dong ditched. or at least that's what you thought before glancing down and noticed a plain brown box with a yellow envelope on it.

dazai screams from where he was, telling you not to pick it up yet. it was pointless, of course.

the channel is turned again, and it's an entirely new scenario. his yelling had stopped at that point, but it didn't ease his anxiousness. what was it going to play next? he could probably guess, but he wouldn't, wanting to witness it for himself.

he braces himself for whatever is going to play, finally feeling self-aware of everything all of a sudden. he could feel the cold, humid atmosphere surrounding him. the background noise of the tv; static.

he flicks his eyes everywhere, never leaving his sight on one thing.

dazai lets out a surprised sound when his eyes meet yours. your face in full view on the tv, the glitch having suddenly fixed itself as well as the static noise. it felt eerie as your teary face stared back at him.

"[name]?.." dazai calls out to you, "yes?" his eyes grew big, not expecting you to respond back to him.

dazai didn't know if he should keep talking or if he was starting to go crazy. "[name]?" he asks again, not believing that you were talking with him through the screen. you wipe your eyes, "what is it?"

"what's wrong, osamu?" this time, it was you asking the question. he stayed silent. "osamu?" you ask again, tilting your head as you leaned closer, your face zooming in on the screen, "hey, what's wrong? why do you look like that?"

when he didn't answer again, you lifted a hand and placed it somewhere. he didn't know where it was since it was out of frame, but he could feel the slight warmth of your touch on his hands. it was a weird feeling since both of his hands were still restrained. "osamu."

you kept calling out, "osamu-" — "i'm sorry."

it came out as a surprise for the two of you. your eyes were as wide as his, not expecting him to apologize out of the blue. "i'm sorry," he says again.

he could feel the other touch of your hand being placed onto his. "i'm sorry." this time, it was louder, his voice echoed throughout the void. your warm touch rubbing circles on his palms and the back of his hands. "i'm sorry." a broken sob left him, "im sorry; im sorry."

dazai didn't know what came over him. for some reason, he found himself unable to stop repeating his apology. it was so half assed, he could barely voice it out, and when he does, it comes out as a sob. he's sure that you could barely hear it, his voice being just above a mumble. "im- i don't know how to, i'm sorry." his head was hung low, tears dropping onto his lap; his arms and pants getting wet. he couldn't face you, not when he was snot ridden.

"you do know, and i'm proud of you." he could feel your faint lips on his forehead, a hand moving some of his bangs to the side. "don't cry samu', you're okay. you can do it, we can do it."

"what are we doing?" he sniffles.

"fixing our trust in each other."

dazai brought his head up, and your soothing voice matched the small smile you were giving him. your eyes so full of emotion and.. vulnerability. he felt shivers run down his spine, the eye contact you guys were making made him feel open. too open for his liking.

he wanted to turn away, shut down, and run away again. there was no fight, no argument, no running away if there was no problem, right? each turned down fight proved his logic to be true, the two of you always returning back to your usual routines as if the fight never happened a week ago. it was the perfect formula, a set one that the two of you established over the next few fights.

it was unfortunate that dazai would always reject your input and feelings; refusing to communicate with you because of his logic.

he didn't know what to say, all working gears in his brain stopped turning. everything was stuck, and he sat there, confused. "how?" he croaks out.

he could see your smile getting longer, the hope in your eyes brightening. "let's talk," both of your hands clamped around his, "together?"

it came out as a question, but it sounded happier.

"you're not mad?" he asked. "no, why would i be?" your soft expression remained. "because..." dazai faded off. he thought he would have known the answer to you confidently, but his genius self falters for a bit. "because.. you'll leave me anyway.."

"will always leave me, slamming the door in my face. leaving me like how everyone i tried opening up to left, died even."

by the time he's done with his rant, he's out of breath. he said it pretty fast, but you weren't his partner for no reason.

"guess even prodigies like you can be dumb as fuck sometimes." you deadpan. now that appalled dazai, "huh? what does that mean!" he felt insulted but at the same time he couldn't help but feel as if you were right.

you laugh to yourself, "osamu," you laugh, "is that what you think that i think?"

he was even more confused. why were you laughing?? this was a very serious matter, and you're just... making fun of him. "yes..? it's what everyone thinks of when they're with me."

"don't laugh!!!" he barks from the chair, "sorry! sorry!" you wipe the corners of your eyes. "what?" he pouts when he notices your distant stare.

"let's take a step back, 'kay?" you say, and suddenly the warmth of your hands disappears from his. take a step back? "don't think about it from what you've experienced. think about it from my perspective." he listens intently, taking in what you said.

"so.. you're not going to be mad at me?"

your lips curl a bit, "never. you don't have to tell me every single detail of your life, but i at least deserve the right to see you as vulnerable in front of me as i am to you."

he nods his head, finally starting to understand why you never came back after a week this time. the repressed feelings he forced you to hold back had exploded under its pressure, unable to pile anymore stress onto it. "i promise to do better for you, [name]- be better. i promise."

you gave him a teary-eyed smile, holding up your pinky, "promise?" dazai couldn't move due to his restraints but still held out a pinky nevertheless, "promise," he was looking at you so tenderly, "i promise."

the tv is turned off, and a time is displayed on it. he could hear beeping coming from somewhere. before he could try to identify where the sound was coming from and what was happening, dazai felt his slightly dried up tears roll down his cheek as he cracked his eyes open.

the beeping sound was coming from his right, and when he turned to over, he saw it was an alarm clock going off at the time you set for him to get up for work.

"what?.." he groans, wiping his wet eyes as he scans the room. it was still dark out, and the beeping kept going. "shut up." he hisses as he slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. he sighs, reaching over to your side of the bed. he knew that it was going to be another hopeless day of waiting for any calls and messages from you.

he attempted to grab more of the blanket and a pillow from your side but was met with something; someone already there. dazai jumps back surprised, not expecting anybody to be sleeping there. since it was still dark out, he couldn't really make out the shadowy person on his bed.

"hn.. dazai?" you groan, feeling him poke at your side. when you got no answer, you turned around in concern to see an upright dazai staring down at you in shock. "dazai?" you question him, slowly sitting up.

"you- you're back.."

you stare at him in confusion, "uh- i've been here?" he stares back. you could see the glisten in his eyes despite it being dark out. "dazai?" — "i'm sorry." he cries out all of a sudden.

you were being tackled onto your back, "what- dazai?! what's wrong??" you caught yourself before you fell off the bed, quickly wrapping your arms around him as you massaged his head.

"dazai! answer me!" you say, trying to push him off of you to no avail, "dazai!-" — "please don't leave." his voice was barely above a whisper, "just- stay. please. i'll talk to you.. when i'm ready."

you could tell he was in hysterics. you didn't know the reason why or how he came to be, but you laid there, giving his back and head gentle massages. "okay, i'll be right here with you then. you gave him a gentle kiss on his head, holding him in your embrace.

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[matchadobo]

Hi! Can i please request about kidd trying his veryy best at comforting his s/o after a bad day and a stressful day? Thank you!

KIDD; how he'll comfort you

warning/s: none, very sfw, gn reader

note: smaller font is a subtext of the previous bullet point

* he isn't an emotionally intelligent person let alone an emotional person, so this is a challenge for him. seeing you not being your usual self and donning a pained front puts a bad taste in his mouth

* he wouldn't try to pry nor act differently, which would sometimes be mistaken as him not caring or acting indifferent. WHICH IS NOT THE CASE OK ✋he just planned something else to deal with it, something that only involves the two of u so no one else can try and talk about it (not that anyone would dare 😭)

* he'll definitely notice throughout the day that you're acting differently, forcing a smile amidst your dull eyes. he'll wait till dinner to tell you to meet him by the crow's nest

* once you reach the agreed place, you'd see kidd settled by the couch with his flesh arm resting by the top of the backrest where he left a space for you on the couch and cans of beer for the both of you. he was quiet and patient. such a rare sight for you

* once you sat down and have prepared to apologize for keeping him waiting, he had already pulled you in for a hug. his flesh arm that was previously rested by the backrest was now caressing the back of your head as he pressed it towards the crook of his neck

* "you think i haven't noticed you ain't yourself today? tell me what happened."

* as you gave him a play by play, he'd be an active listener! commenting and expressing so much emotions on your narratives

* "oh i'll beat them up, tell me where those bastards are!"

* "ah so someone's worse than me."

* "please tell me you kicked their asses. you did? hell yeah!"

* and soon enough, you'll forget about your problem because kidd will be on a mission on making you laugh. taking jokes from your narratives or teasing you and such

* even when it's approaching midnight, he'll take you out on a quick foodie date. then he'll take you to a pub to hear more about your day and ramble about his. really just to take your mind off of that shit you're carrying

* once you try and thank him randomly while walking home, he'll be very grumpy and turn all red 🤧 he's honestly just flustered and isn't expecting to hear those words. you'd even follow up with a kiss on a cheek which would give him even more butterflies and he'll go tsun tsun on you 😭🥰

* "w-what's with that a-all of a sudden?!" he'll say with a scowl and red cheeks as he avoids your gaze

* you'll say, "thank you for cheering me up, love. you act all tough but you're really a softie for me, aren't you?" while pinching his cheek

* "s-shut it! the alcohol's gettin' to you real fast, ain't it!"

hi anon! 🌷thank you for the request i had fun making this <3 i first had a hard time thinking how this dumbass would comfort his s/o but here we are HEHEHE i hope u guys like it!

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Hello!!

I'm back to crack posting about my favourite shows and/or characters! =D

We Are ep 8 was gold. It had comedy, friendship, silliness and romance in the absolute perfect amounts.

Warning: long post 😊😅

This scene with Peem and Matt is peak comedy. I rewatched it so many times hehe

Phum: I'm gonna ignore every inch of space to stand right beside you. <3

Peem: *bombastic side eye*

Also Peem: *leans into him*

Khaofang woke up today and chose violence 😭👍🏼

Let's be honest though, that was not the sibling we'd expected to throw fists.

Meanwhile, Toey: that's my hia Fang 😊

Isn't that the million dollar question Mick 😭

If they got together already, how would the series run for 16 eps 😭

Toey with his hias ^ (also Matt edging him on like he's in a competition I'm dying 😭)

Toey with his P'Q:

However savage Q may be, he still shares the same braincell with his friends 😭👍🏼

IT WAS SO MEAN OF THEM TO MAKE MATT PAY WHEN THEY'VE HARDLY EVEN TAKEN A SIP! T-T

Peem before, when Phum even touched him: LET GO YOU ASSHOLE

Peem now: *fond, indulging smile* what do you want to do?

*shakes head with a sigh* boys in love ay

The motorcycle 'hold me tightly' trope being reused with a bicycle aka how to make them sit even closer

Peem saying so-so when Phum asks if he looks handsome: Peem, babe, you were the one who called him handsome first remember? 😭

What secretly. Phum was about as subtle as a football directly hitting your painting (yes I think I'm very funny).

With all due respect, please get the f out and let my boys be. Please and thank you. :)

^This is the answer to any question about Pun. 😭👍🏼

This scene is so, so beautiful. I am absolutely loving how they’re giving friendship/platonic love as much importance as romantic love because yes. I've been waiting for a bl like this forever (or at least since I got into bls hehe-). Bad Buddy and MSP came close, but We Are took the trophy. They love each other so much. Kill for each other? Nah, they'd go together and make that person's life living hell, and that would make my day.

I really really love that they're still so silly with each other in college, and are close to and comfortable enough with each other to be able to be childish and play in the middle of the day, to be each other's safe space.

This friendship is so precious and close to my heart. Even more than the romantic parts of the story, this is what makes me want to watch this series every week to see what new shenanigans they've got up to.

I love them. So much.

Beer is me, I am Beer.

Smiling at them so softly. Oh, he knows. And he ships. 👍🏼

This scene was also so beautiful.

They've finally started acknowledging that there's something between them.

I think more than Phum being unable to express himself, he's taking small steps to guage how Peem reacts. He wants them to be on the same page before he takes the next step.

Like with the kiss, he didn't hesitate to talk about it, to tell how much it means to him and then kiss Peem again. But he waited until Peem kissed him first, and till he was sure that Peem wanted to talk about it.

I really like this about him. He's not taking a step back per se, just making sure that when he takes a step forward, he's not leaving Peem one step behind.

Phum explains again and again how Peem is his safe space (his dialogues this time reminding us of Peem's little speech to his own friends and Fang talking about why he likes Tan with Phum), to make sure Peem knows.

It's already been told to us how alone he's been most of his life, so Peem and his ragtag group of friends is very new for him, but it's fun, and it not only brings him closer to Peem but also a friend group - a support system he didn't really have before. Sure, he has Fang, Beer and Mick, and Tan, but it's nothing like this silly little group that puts paint on each other then plays with water and gets almost black out drunk on a regular basis.

Also, did anyone else notice the two matching rainbow coloured jars behind Peem here? No? 👀

Simp. (affectionate)

I always love these call scenes where one of them somehow travels through his cell phone to land in the other's bed hehe

Peem is so done with Phum and his branded fashion outfits 😭😭

"You were born in Thailand."

Pond and the "I'm Thai" meme 😭

wait.

A bl lead realising he likes someone (his romantic interest) all on his lonesome??

Colour me surprised!

I actually didn't think I'd get to see this happen ever in a Thai bl, but good for him lol

So that's that for this week! If you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have a bubble tea 🧋

[josibunn]

CAN WE GET TRANS EURORORY PLSSS 🙏🙏

I actually love this so bad thank u anon!!! since you didn’t specify if you want a fic or not I just made some hcs for both mtf and ftm. I hope that’s ok!! 💋💋

ftm euro who definitely walks around his shop/house in his binder like it’s a normal cropped top. or sometimes at practice just because he can (I dunno bout you guys but when I was ftm and had my binder I did the same thing😭was basically my second skin)

like this :3

ftm euro who you help take his T shots bc he hates needles (ironic right?). he’s glancing at the wall, the needle and your steady face as you hold the syringe, cleaning the spot under his v-line with an alcohol wipe. “you ready?” you ask him. you ask him it every morning, though it’s been two years now, but you know how he still gets.

ftm euro who doesn’t really show how excited he is when it happens, but deep down gets really excited when he sees hair flux on his face and body. he was already pretty hairy everywhere, but when his arm hair, happy trail and face stsrted sprouting he was estatic. eight in the morning, sleep still in his face as he comes in the bathroom. he goes to brush his teeth, but he stops in place when he sees his mustache growing atop of his lip. he almost doesn’t believe it until he leans closer in the mirror and feels it and his face, and he giggles to himself, shaking his hands excitedly. when you wake up and get situation you notice he’s giddy, happier. “notice anything?” he joins you at the couch, and as you examine his face you gasp and smile. “oh! baby youre startin puberty!” you joke, making him laugh as he grabs your cheek and rub your thumb along his mustache, and he can’t stop smiling. “I know right? like, it’s whatever. and i’m not really a mustache guy but it’s..yknow it’s progress.”

ftm euro who I personally think wouldn’t care if his pronouns got purposely used incorrectly. you on the other hand, you correct them immediately, bc it’s like, he doesn’t even look like a girl? so it’s definitely out of spite (when I was ftm my girlfriend at the time did this too😭). but he doesn’t mind, hell just shrug it off and go on about his day. “øystein, dude, why don’t you correct them? doesn’t that bother you?” hellhammer is chilling on the counter next to euronymous who’s behind it, watching as the older customer walks out with their new records. “not really. why?” “well yknow..yer’ trans and if I had people calling me a ‘maam’ in my store i’d be kinda heated.” he says, and euronymous wants to laugh. “jan axel, i’m 5’6 with long black hair. I wear rings and bracelets and cropped tops, and that’s not like just girly shit, but I don’t think people…actually know or care if i’m a guy or not. they see the hair and think lady, and I don’t care bout it. she was like 50, she probably didn’t even know who she was talking to.” he laughs as another customer comes in.

ftm euro who, when he gets top surgery, walks around with no shirt. like that’s a given, we all would. but he’s everywhere with his shirt off. shop, home, gigs, grocery store. like you can’t tell him anything. and he can’t wait till they heal so he can watch you plant your hands on his chest and ride his cock :3

for mtf euro, oh man. like that’s my wife like euros already my wife but f’eurory oh my god don’t play.

I feel like mtf eurorory is giving like slavic girl miu miu bayonetta glasses office siren milf. like this

do you get my vibe?? like her hair is already long and pretty and curlyish and I feel like she would ROCKKKK I high-ish ponytail or claw clip/banana clip look.

mtf euro who I personally think would be fem and masc. she would still have some of the outfits we see in the movie, but I feel like (esp since it takes place in the 80s) she’d have a casual romance goth look. long skirts and boots, cardigans and tank tops with others/her band, necklaces and more wrongs and bracelets. a corset here and there. milf glasses. and you help her with her makeup!!

mtf euro who’s parents are v supportive, mtf and ftm. paying for her hormone supplements, estrogen, etc. friends are just as supportive, and so is her partner!!

mtf euro who gets a lot of love/boost for being openly trans and goth/metal. not onea those artist who grab waving flags at concerts, bc that’s just not mayhems music. but seeing as it’s the 80s you wouldn’t know there were a lot of trans people in the scene! but euronymous is so famous and loved for her music it boosts her, paints her in a good light, funnily. the scene sees it as empowering, brave, it also sheds light on what euronymous loves about her music, “all kinds of people from all over the world loves my music, because everyone feels pain” and she is ‘all kinds of people’. yay equality!!

mtf euro who definitely gets fucked more by hellhammer. sorry not sorry. yeah she was hot as a guy, but fuck, growing estrogen boobs, makeup and dresses and skirts? giving everyone a hard on. and a girl without a cock is an angel without its wings, hellhammer can’t get enough. he loves watching her face and grabbing her small boobies as he bullies his cock into her. mascara running? lipstick smudging? so fuckin hot.

you love it too, that is if you guys date. take it from me when I say there’s no cock like girlcock. and she’s so pretty, her glittery eyelids and soft eyes on you, her rosy cheeks that you hold and her parted glossy lips that join with yours as you bounce on her cock, your free hand pulling at her hair which makes her moan more. can’t get enough. love my wife >:3

HEHEHEEH I LOVED THIS!!! thank u so so so much anon I hope you guys liked this one too, don’t be afraid to send more?!?! send me your personal hcs, your ooc thoughts, anything! I love it all I live u guys so much you’re so creative!

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[springseasonie]

i love your works pls write something for winwin,,,, im thinking stepcest maybee,,..,.!/!/£!??/£2£ SOMETHJNG ANYTHING i never see him being written abt 😭

Couldn't wait

Warnings: sexual content, oral (male receiving), dacryphilia(if you squint), spit (not too much), asphyxiation, rough dom winwin, step sister/brother dynamic, proof read (kinda. sorry for any errors)

Word count: 1,2k

A/N: had to restart this cuz it was bad lmaooo. Hope you enjoy it tho

"You couldn't wait till dinner was over?"

Sicheng's hands raked over your body roughly, squeezing and pinching every bit of skin he could get his hands on. His mouth was on your neck, kissing your skin messily. You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of his hands on your body, moaning softly.

"You can't play footsies with me under the table like that and expect me to be okay." Sicheng lifted your dress, hands immediately going to your ass. He groped you roughly, making you whine in pain.

"Not so hard Sicheng," you whined softly.

"I'm sorry," he said against your skin. "I need to fuck you so bad right now."

"We can't, we have to go back downstairs."

Sicheng noticed the disappointment in your voice, lifting his head looking at you with a sudden serious expression. "Can you suck me off?"

You laughed softly, amused by his sudden change in disposition. "And will I get anything in return?"

"I'll give you the best sex you've ever had in your life." Sicheng looked at you with pleading eyes. He pulled you closer, making you feel his straining erection.

"And how will you do that with our parents home," you asked, raising a brow.

"We'll figure it out later." You opened your mouth to speak, but was interrupted with the feelings of his lips on yours. He kissed you deeply, biting your lip softly before pulling away. "I promise Y/N."

You give him a small smile before dropping to your knees. You didn't have many weaknesses but he was definitely one of them. You don't know when these feelings for your step brother developed, but it was already too late before you could try and get rid of them. Sicheng always liked you in a way he shouldn't have, but he really couldn't help it. He knew your father would likely kill him if he found out what you and Sicheng did behind closed doors, but that was apart of the fun.

Sicheng watched as you pulled the drawstring of his sweats, staring up at him with big innocent eyes. He loves that look on you, how ironic it was for the both of you. He gulped when your fingers hooked on his pants and boxers, pulling them down with no effort. Usually, you would tease him a bit, get him worked up. But you had no time for that. Sicheng clenched his jaw with a pained expression when you took all of him in your mouth, deep throating him with ease.

"Fucking hell," he mumbled. "I remember when you couldn't do that without gagging."

You pulled yourself off him, a line of silvia connecting your lip to his tip. "I know," you say, wrapping your hard around his shaft. You stroked him, eyes never leaving his as you wrapped your mouth on his tip, sucking him hard. Sicheng's hand flew to your head, fingers already tangling in your hair.

"Holy shit," he breathed out. "If you keep that up, we're gonna get caught."

You gave him a small chuckle, the look in your eyes changing. You sunk your mouth into him again, removing your hand. You bobbed your head, cheeks hollowing as you bobbed your head. His pants were filling the room, small curses constantly leaving his lips with each movement. Sicheng closed his eyes, throwing his head back at the overwhelming feeling. If he kept looking at you and your big pretty eyes, he would definitely cum a little too early.

Sicheng's grip on your hair tightened, his hips now moving entirely separate from his body as he began to thrust in your mouth. He knew how much you liked this, how much you liked being used like this, especially with your parents only a staircase away.

"You like this don't you," he groaned quietly.

Your brows furrowed, moaning around him. The vibrations from your sinful sounds almost make him forget what kind of situation he's in. He just wants to take his dick out your mouth and fuck you right there on the floor. Sicheng starts fucking into your mouth faster and rougher smirking when your eyes screwed shut.

"Is it too much for you," he said, chuckling darkly. Unsatisfied when you didn't respond, he pulled himself out of your mouth sharply, pupils dilating when you came off his length coughing. "Answer me."

"Y-yeah," you said, nodding slightly. There were small tears in your eyes and your lips were a bit swollen from the stretch.

"Good."

No matter how tired or how too much it was, it was never enough to make you want to stop pleasuring him. You needed him so bad. You loved knowing that it was you who he always ran to, it was you who he would release all his stress onto. If only your parents knew what kind of unhealthy obsession you had with him, it would only get worse from here. But what could be worse than his dick in your mouth?

You happily dropped your jaw when he put himself back into your mouth, fucking you even rougher. Sicheng could tell you were having trouble breathing at this point, but he couldn't stop. Not when there were small tears flowing from your eyes onto your pretty lips. You looked up at him, expression full of lust and desperation.

"If only your father could see what a good girl his daughter is," Sicheng gritted through his teeth. "I'm close, Y/N."

He let go of your hair and pulled himself out your mouth quickly. Sicheng wrapped his hand around his shaft, pumping himself quickly. "Your mouth or face?"

"M-mouth." You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. Sicheng's gaze never left your pretty face. Spit on your chin, eyes glossed, tears staining your cheeks, but you're still willing to drink every bit of him up. He would take a picture, but unfortunately he left his phone downstairs.

"Fuck..Y/N.." Sicheng gave himself one more tug right before placing his tip on your tongue, cumming into your mouth. You let out a sigh of relief feeling his release on your tongue. "Swallow."

You closed your mouth, batting your lashes at him doing what he said.

"Show me." Sicheng smiled to himself when you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. You were so obedient it was almost cute. "You did good. You can stand up now."

You stood up, knees stinging a bit from being on your hard floor. You looked down at your knees, cringing at the sight of them. There was no way they weren't gonna be bruised later. Sicheng lifted your chin and kissed you, tasting his own cum on his tongue.

"I don't know how I'm gonna go down like this," you said, voice raspy.

"Yeah, you sound like a guy," he joked. The both of you laughed softly, leaning into each other's bodies. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tight. "I promise I'll fuck you so good tonight," he whispered in your ear.

"I'm holding you to that."

"Just make sure you come to my room quietly okay? We don't want to almost get caught like last time."

You cringed at the memories from the other day when your father saw you trying to sneak into Sicheng's room in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. It's a blessing you were a good lair, because if not, a divorce would be on your hands right now. "Won't happen again," you said.

"Good." Sicheng let go of you, kissing your forehead before he backed up. "I'm gonna go down first okay? Don't miss me too much."

Before he opened the door, you kissed him softly. "Love you," you mumbled against his lips.

"Love you too."

[vemuabhi]

the hq movie made me realize how desperately i missed noya 😭😭 can u write a little drabble of him in the timeskip with his shorter partner?

Nostalgia - Secret

Yes!!! You asked for Yu, you are getting him!!

Pairing - Noya X GN! Reader (Married)

Word Count - 781

Prompt - So exhausted they call people the wrong name –

copyright © vemuabhi

Though Likes are cute and all, Please Reblog if you like this.

Its been more than a year since you have married your man, Nishinoya Yu, making you take his last name as Nishinoya Y/N. You made plans to meet Yachi, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi. Super excited you kissed your husband bye as soon as you got ready and headed to the meet up restaurant. You were their classmate, and they were one of the best people. Not like you were gonna let go of your friendship with them. Kags and Hinata were currently travelling the world to win so meeting these three was what you did the most.

While you were chatting up with them, Tsukishima mentioned, “I still remember the thanks I got from Nishinoya san when I got him the water”.

Yamaguchi and Yaichi started to laugh and agreed while you tilted your head sideways.

“Wait! Don’t tell me you don’t know about that?”, asked Yamaguchi as you shook no.

“Well… good lord. Seems like we are the 1st ones to spill that to Y/N”, smiled Yaichi as Tsukishima smirked and started to tell you the story from the schooling.

“Good game Good game people!”, exclaimed Tanaka as he high-five the team mates one by one starting with the usually energetic but now extremely exhausted Noya. The libero lied down on the side of the volleyball court after team’s practice match. Its been a few days since the team got to practice due to exams. But since the enthusiasm of the Karasuno volleyball team never disappears, every member was here to practice. Make up for the time they lost during exams.

“What happened Noya san?”, the red hair approached the man and sat down. “We planning another set in 15”.

“Yeah yeah got it”, Noya said as his eyelids drooped. So exhausted he was ready to fall asleep.

“Nishinoya san, I got you water”.

“Ah, yeah I needed it”, the libero sat up, scratching his head while reaching for the water bottle, “Thanks Y/N”.

He chugged down the water and blinked hard to let go of his drowsiness. Noya walked to the court and started to stretch before the next practice match. In the corner of his eye, he noticed Hinata and Tsukishima staring at him with wide eyes. He raised his eyebrow, “What?”

“I got you water, You should be thanking me”, Tsukishima folded his arms as Hinata laughed hard sitting in his spot while holding his stomach.

“What? Didn’t I already thank you for that?”, Noya questioned while the rest of the team members approached the trio because of Hinata’s laugh.

“Noya san instead of thanking Tsukishima, said thanks Y/N”.

“WHAT?!” the libero exclaimed as his cheeks turned red and the complete team members started to chant “Thanks Y/N~~” and followed by “Noya is a simp for Y/N~~”

The little man got so flustered and speechless. For the entirety of the practice the team teased the hell out of Noya.

For every ball Noya caught they yelled, “Good save Y/N!” and vice versa, for every miss, they said, “Concentrate on the ball like you do on Y/N” or “Will let Y/N know how you are messing up the practice”, every comment met with a “STOP IT” or “SHUT IT” or “DON’T CALL Y/N’s NAME SO CASUALLY”

Just after practice time, you reached the court and the players smiled and waved to you to come towards them.

Your eyes met with the brown ones of your boyfriend who was surprised to see you. His smile grew as he ran towards you, with swift moment, he laced his fingers with yours and dragged you away from the gang.

Tsukishima laid back on his chair and laced his fingers through his golden locks. “I still didn’t receive my thanks till this day y’know”.

You thought you knew everything about your husband but, this was a surprise. Your cheeks turned red and all the time you were with your friends, you could only think about Yu.

As you reached home, you noticed him cleaning up the dishes. Your heart skipped a beat when he turned around and smiled. “Enjoyed the day?”, he asked as he went back to cleaning the plates.

You steeped to him and hugged him from back. He maybe shorter than most of the people but, he was absolutely fit. His clothes smelled like the fresh detergent you used.

“What happened? You okay?”, he enquired.

“You didn’t thank Tsukishima for the water itseems”, you said. He chuckled as he continued to clean the plates.

“Woah, is he still saying that?”, he said as you hugged him even tighter. You felt warn. It was always cozy with Yu, but this felt different. It was as if you were dating him again.

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[matt-h3w]

This mans is so ✨Fine✨ I can't! 😭😭 Annywaysss..... I'm currently stuck on Billy Hargrove fluff, because that shit make me Ahh! You know? (Also it's an actual recipe y'all, if you wanna make cookies 😅) idgaf if you're not ticklish in this you are okay? Okay.

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Imagine you making cookies with Billy tho 🤩🤩

I try to keep references to gender regarding the reader out of the writing because I want any and all genders to be able to read, unless it's requested other wise. Swear warnings

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Billy decided to show up to your house, the only give away that he was even there was the loud sound of his car engine. Other than that, he was completely unannounced, no heads up, no "hey are you free?" Just drove his happy ass to your place because he felt like it. You were in the middle of looking for a decent cookie recipe when you heard him driving down your street. You were already at the door by the time he pulled up into your driveway.

He didn't even get a chance to knock before you opened the door. Giving him a glare, though you both knew damn well you were being more playful than pissed. "Should have called me first Hargrove" you spoke in an angry tone that was very much not genuine. "Ouch, last name basis today babe?" He joked right along with you. He intentionally put emphasis on the word babe because it always made your face heat up.

You two had an odd relationship, you acted like you were together, dates, kisses, 'I love you', but he'd still sleep around. You knew the only reason for it being open ended was because he was scared that if he made it something serious, it'd hurt more to lose you. You weren't saying that it didn't hurt a little bit, hell it hurts a lot that he wouldn't risk the commitment. But you understood why he had that fear.

"You gonna let me in, or are we going to stand here all day sweetheart?" He said, looking at you with those eyes, the eyes that could be and are your downfall. The blue of then makes the sky jealous. They were mesmerizing pools of ice that you'd let yourself get trapped in. You stepped out of his way, inviting him inside. You always noticed the way he seemed to relax when he was with you. The tension between his broad shoulders immediately disappearing.

"Want to help me make cookies?" Your voice was soft, it almost always was when you talked to him, unless you were teasing each other with snarky comments or sarcastic banter. All he did was look at you, pulling you closer, a small but genuine smile gracing his lips and it made you a flustered mess. "Babe, I will always, always, want to do something if it means I get to spend time with you." His voice came out in a deep soothing tone.

You smiled back at him, then placed a kiss on his cheek, and sure he appreciated that, he wasn't fully satisfied, so when you pulled back, he pulled you back in giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. If your face wasn't red already it definitely was now. He always managed to make you blush no matter how long you two were together.

You pulled away from his embrace, returning to your spot in the kitchen, the Californian boy trailing after you, like a lost puppy. He truly was a golden retriever when it came to it. For one, he followed you around, even when you walked around aimlessly (found that out the hard way) and for two well... His hair, Golden curls that made sunsets in Malibu jealous. The natural wave of it challenged even the best of surfing tides.

"Wanna help me find a recipe?" You asked, looking at him, as you rested your elbows on the island counter. He shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you from behind. "We can do whatever you'd like" is voice was smooth, like velvet. That's it, velvet cookies, but blue instead of red because red was too basic and predictable. You found yourself flipping through the book till you found it, smiling proudly to yourself.

"Red Velvet?" He asked, with a small chuckle "No, they're gonna be blue" you replied with a snippy tone "My bad, my bad, Blue Velvet, sorry darling" his face was now buried in the crook of your neck as he laughed. "Are you laughing at me?!" The obviously over dramatic tone was purely just to pick on him. "No, nope, Nuh uh, I would never" he continued to laugh, causing you to roll your eyes.

You once again pulled away from his grasp, which he didn't seem to happy about, but you started to gather ingredients. "Babe, can you read the ingredients?" You asked as you opened a cupboard grabbing mixing bowls.

"Yeah, uhm, two and one fourths cups of all-purpose flour, two and a half tablespoons of cocoa powder, one and a half teaspoon cornstarch, three fourths teaspoon of baking soda, one half teaspoon of salt. Eight tablespoons or one stick unsalted butter, six tablespoons of vegetable shortening, one and a half cups granulated sugar, one large egg , one large egg yolk, one and a half teaspoons of white vinegar, one and a half teaspoons pure vanilla extract, food coloring preferably gel, White chocolate chips" he read off the list, he didn't stutter or falter, he read it over smoothly, which was quite impressive.

He read it slow enough that you could gather the ingredients as he went. "I said ingredients, not how much of each, but thank you" you teased, kissing his cheek. "You're just upset I can read better than you can" he jibbed back before giving you an actual kiss, his lips pressed against yours, his hands going to your hips. Once he pulled away, you stuck out your tongue in annoyance. He knew he had won.

The two of you grabbed the proper measuring utensils, not wanting to make any unnecessary clean up. "Okay instructions.... Do, do, do, do" you look over the page sorting the ingredients, dry and wet putting them next to their respective bowls. "You should probably start by preheating the oven" he said, smirking at your behavior. "ever heard of Mise en Place?" You said. "Nerd?" He replied, getting an eye roll in return.

He went to the oven, preheating it to three hundred seventy five degrees fahrenheit. (For people that use Celsius it's about 190 degrees) "okay says we have to line our baking sheets with silicone baking mats then set then aside, but you don't own silicone baking mats so, parchment paper?" He said, obviously guessing on what to use for the replacement. "It also doesn't say what sizes baking sheets or how many so, we'll just have to guess" he grabbed parchment paper, and baking sheets from where you set them. The metal of them making a soft clanging sound when they hit the counter.

You leaned over, reading the next instructions out loud "In a small bowl, combine the flour, cocoa powder, cornstarch, baking soda, and salt... Well the bowl isn't really small, but it'll work" you shrugged, you were using a medium sized mixing bowl putting the ingredients listed on the instructions in, at the instructed amounts. "Hey babe, how much is this supposed to make?" Your voice filled his ears, for some reason it made his heart flutter hearing you refer to him as Babe, "uh-," he quickly checked the yield listed at the top "Two dozen" once again he received a kiss on the cheek.

It was moments like these that made him want to commit to you fully, but he was too scared of losing you completely and it hurting more if he did. "I love you" he whispered out, he didn't even realize he said it, but you definitely heard it. "I love you too Billy" when he realized that he had spoken his thoughts out loud he looked embarrassed, but relaxed when you pulled his close, smiling at him, sharing a soft kiss. He pressed deeper into the kiss, holding you tighter. The oven beeped, signalling it was done preheating, interrupting the moment between you two.

You continued baking, this time he was holding onto you, snuggling his face against your neck. Kissing you every so often whether it was on your cheek, your neck, the top of your head, your shoulder, or your lips, he was showering you with affection. You finished mixing the dry ingredients, pushing them to the side, so they were out of your way. "Okay, with an electric hand mixer, cream together the butter, shortening, and sugar for five minutes. Add in the egg, egg yolk, vinegar, and vanilla and mix for three to five more minutes until smooth and creamy. Add in the food coloring, a tiny bit at a time, until your desired hue is reached." Billy held the bowl still while I mixed it, "Babe, maybe turn the speed down" he spoke, the speed on the mixer was higher than it probably should have been, which was why it was hard to mix and keep the bowl still with one hand for each.

"shhhh, it's faster this way" you mumbled earning a chuckle from the boy behind you. His arms were on either side, caging you in as he held the bowl because you didn't care enough to actually try to keep it still. "Pewp, bloop, blue.... More blue.... Do you think this is enough blue?" you looked back at him, then at the very blue cookie batter. "Yes, it is definitely blue enough" he pressed a kiss on the side of your head, lips trailing down to your neck in an affectionate manner. "Billy..." You whispered receiving only a hum in response.

The feeling of his breath hitting your neck tickled, causing you to move away a bit while a soft squeal. "Billy, that tickles" "yeah? You know what else will tickle?" You knew what he was gonna do, instinctively shutting off the mixer wrapping your arms around yourself to try to create a barrier between him and and your sides. He managed to slide his fingers between spaces that your arms didn't cover, tickling you.

"Ahh- no Billy stop!" You squeaked, trying not to laugh. He continued to tickle you, he had learned how to tell when you genuinely couldn't handle being tickled anymore so he stop. You tried to catch your breath "you prick" you laughed softly. "You know you love me sweetheart" he said holding you close. "Yeah, yeah whatever" you teased, before continuing to finish the cookies. "Add in the dry ingredients and mix on low until combined." The recipe said "Using a 1 and 1/2 tbsp cookie scoop, scoop cookies onto prepared baking sheets a couple inches apart. Press 8 white chocolates chips into each dough ball." "Oh fuck no" you said as you read it while mixing the dough that was started to form. "What?" Billy said clearly amused by your reaction. "It says to place the chips into the dough after making the balls, fuck that shit" you opened the white chocolate chip bag dumping a half cup into the the bowl, mixing it up. You could hear Billy laugh behind you at your antics. You started to divide the dough into balls guessing the size rather than measuring. "I can hear you laughing at me" you said while finishing a row.

"I have no clue what you're talking about" the blue eyed boy said while still laughing. "Mhm, sure" you made a face at him, scrunching your nose. You had finished the rows carefully placing the cookie sheet into the oven "Bake for 8 minutes." he said, for some reason he was still laughing, at this point you weren't sure why. Setting a timer the two of you stood on the kitchen waiting on the cookies.

He pulled you close, whispering to you "I could get used to this" "used to what?" you spoke as you leaned against him. "You, me, just us, doing whatever, it's nice" he was still whispering. "Billy what are you saying" you raised an eyebrow. He had decided in that moment to commit, to you. Fully. You were the one who stood by him, and made him want to be a better person, the one who understood his behavior, even if you didn't agree with it. "I'm saying, I want it to be you and I, It wasn't fair for me to sleep with random girls when you deserved more, you deserved something solid. I want to commit, I mean it"

You felt your heart flutter, he finally said the thing you needed to hear from him most, "about damn time" you laughed trying not to cry, pulling him into a kiss, it was gentle and loving, but this time it was different, it was the first kiss of you and him being together, actually together. It was nice. Your heart warmed, in fact your entire body felt warm, he had the same feeling spread through his body. He didn't regret his decision, he was glad he had done it.

When you pulled away you both had stupid grins, smiling like idiots in love. Because that's what you were, in love. You waited the rest of the time for the cookies to be done. When the were cool enough you shared them with a glass of milk, holding each other close.

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Dear Gods, I'm done 😭 idk why but this took me so long to finish. Goodbye have a good whatever time it is for you 😭😭

[armeenix]

how aot characters react to you calling them by their name

Fluff!

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CONNIE

•the minute Connie hears you call him by his name instead of the nickname you gave him this man has a fit

•he will literally not respond to anything other than his nickname

•connie do you not hear me calling you?

•I don't know who tf you are talking to y/n cause my name isn't Connie

•are you being fr rn?

•I'm being so fr

•he will be salty for a few days even after you call him by his nick name again💀

•in order to get him to stop sulking you gon have to kiss him and baby tf out of him💀

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EREN

•eren will be so annoying about it😭 like he will waste your time just because you called him eren and not his nickname that you gave him

Y: Hey eren can you pick this up for me?

E: no

Y: tf you mean no? Why not?

E: cause that's not my name

Y: eren stop playing

E: that's not my name

Y: did your mom not name you eren?

E: she did but-

Y: exactly now pick up this box please.

•he will try to do what Connie does but once he realizes that it's not gonna work he sulks but answers anyways

•he really thought it was gonna work💀

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SASHA

•Sasha won't notice till like 5 minutes after it happened💀

•she'll be eating some random shit when suddenly she's all like "Hey wait a minute y/n why didn't you call me what you usually do. I prefer that way more"

•she'll pout about it, and look so sad as she's eating that you can't help but feel bad so you apologize and give her a kiss on her cheek

•poor baby was so confused and sad as she munched on her inappropriately shaped pastry that ymir got for her😭

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YMIR

•to be honest ymir will notice it bint won't say anything until the 5th time

•she'll be mad confused about it, so she'll ask at a really random time

•when I say random I don't mean when yall are eating I mean random as in yall were getting intimate and in the middle of it she'll just plain ask "Hey y/n why haven't you been calling me that dumb nickname lately? I mean I'm not saying I like it I'm just saying it's unusual for you not to call me it. Are you mad at me or something?

•everything pauses and you just look up at her completely unamused at her incredible bad timing

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ARMIN

•Armin does not notice at all

•hell just look at you and ask you what you need or how he can help you

•he so sweet about it too like it's honestly so cute

•you'll ask him if he noticed that you didn't call him by his nickname but he will just look at you and shake his head

•"you usually call me by a nickname??"•

•he never noticed💀

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[redsplash1]

Hi hello idk how this works + never gposed in my life so she’s doing literally nothing here but this is my char Tatake Take in her red mage fit <3 featuring Middy cuz he’s bestie. More under the cut this might get long, it’ll just be a mess of ideas with no coherency LMFAO. Currently it’s white glowing hair because it’s post SHB, where she’s channeled the light within her into something manageable, which will inevitably turn back into her original red highlights. Spoilers for like everything up to SHB btw:

Honestly her lore I keep changing back and forth cuz I didn’t start using mods till SHB 😭 (just beat it btw so 🤫 on any spoilers afterwards) Like originally she had cat ears + a tail and it was gonna be a whole thing about her being some kinda spirit/yokai from the forest LMFAO???

Rn the barebones idea I have is that she’s part dragon and hid it till SB when Rhalgr’s Reach was attacked. (I won’t even lie, I’m low(high)key inspired by Dan Heng’s lore from Honkai Star Rail, I’m even debating if I wanna steal the reincarnation thing or not 😭) so yeah she is. Old LMFAO

Zenos with his plot armor and unexplained strength ends up landing what should’ve been a killing blow on Tatake. Everyone watches on in horror, which makes way to shock as she begins to change in response to the physical stress, revealing her draconic eyes, horns, tail, and the glowing highlights of her hair signifying her power. Zenos looks on in surprise, then intrigue as he sees what the famed Warrior of Light has been hiding all this time. Afterwards, it was no trouble pushing away him and his forces back.

(This ends up creating a somewhat subplot conflict between Lyse and Tatake, as the former is angered by this reveal; why didn’t she use this power to save everyone in Rhalgr’s Reach, hell, even back at the Wall? Did Papalymo really need to die if this what their friend was capable of?)

Nobody gets an explanation from Tatake. It’s the twins who get the closest to an answer, which even then wasn’t much. Their mother figure simply says that it was of absolute importance that nobody finds out, as she hid away her draconic features almost immediately after Zenos and his forces retreated. But, she points out with a bitter smile, she supposed it was too late for that now. Alphinaud and Alisaie want to know more so badly, but Tatake’s comfort and boundaries are infinitely more important than any curiosity they have.

On the carriage to Gridania, she kept her answers to Bremondt’s questions pretty vague, aware of two sleepy twins watching with interest. (She/I started as a lancer)

So yeah you might assume HW was a very important expansion for Tatake. It was! Seeing her brethren struggle made her wish and strive for the same thing Ysayle did; peace between dragon and mankind. The dragons weren’t afraid to subtly nudge at her to be her true self, either. Tatake was also not a fan of Estinien’s views and attitude LMFAO

(It’s also the expansion where Alphinaud couldn’t help but notice the way the dragons were talking to Tatake; it didn’t seem like they were exactly referring to her status as the WoL. Of course, he had virtually no information to go off of, so he dropped that line of thinking. Later on, he’ll realize that he truly knew nothing about the Lalafell he figuratively looked up to.)

Side note, Tatake continues to hide away her features until SHB, where the absorbed Light makes it too difficult for her to do so. Fortunately, almost nobody questions it, as people on the First are a bit too focused on trying to survive their world.

Another side note! Tatake currently mains Reaper, but she is also very proficient in Dragoon, Machinist, Samurai, and Red Mage. She’s currently learning Dancer (at least, the Eorzean version of it. She was worried using the traditional dances she knew would have people asking questions), which she finds to be a good stress reliever from her troubles.

Anyways that’s all I got hahaaaaa, I stay off of tumblr and I come back just to go full send on my character 😭 whoever’s got one of those templates with questions for WoL character building plz send, I’d love to fill one of those out for my reference + understanding Tatake more as her writer

[lemonsprite]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Why he look at me like that…

Summary: you find that prime sticker ambush time is when Ghost is fast asleep on top of you :]

Word count: idk rn I gotta wait till I can get on my computer 😭

Warnings: N/A ^^

A/N: GOD I LOVE DOMESTIC GHOST EXPECT SO SO SO MUCH FLUFF 😭😭😭

Simon was currently motionless on your lap, his balaclava riding up slightly on his face due to his deep sleep.

If you weren’t able to see the slow rise and fall of his chest you’d almost believe that he was dead.

You’d been reorganizing your giant sticker collection when Ghost had come trudging into your shared bedroom, collapsing wordlessly on top of you and immediately falling asleep without so much as a ‘hello’. It was almost humorous, with the fact he still had most of his military gear on, not even bothering to take it off before coming home.

Simon looked so peaceful, snuggled up against you like that. You glanced at your sticker collection, laying forgotten to the side. A mischievous thought crossed your mind… he’d look even better with stickers covering the entire expanse of his balaclava.

Multiple packs of ‘Hello Kitty’, ‘My Little Pony’, and ‘Care Bear’ stickers later, Simon finally began to stir below you, his mask now beautifully bedazzled with glittery stickers of your choosing.

“Oh fucking hell…” he muttered groggily, his gaze moving from the mirror on the other side of your bedroom to the empty sticker packets scattered around the bed as he picked at a particularly colourful apple Jack sticker stuck to his cheek.

“You Look Great.” You smiled happily, forcibly grabbing his face to plant a delicate kiss against his clothed jaw.

“I look like a fucking baby.” Simon growled, turning away from your hands, attempting in vain to hide the humiliating red flush that began to spread from the tips of his ears to his collar bone, hoping you wouldn’t notice how smitten he was with your words.

“Where on Earth did you even get this many stickers?” He asked with a frown.

“I thought you’d like them…” you dramatically pouted, leaning forward so that Ghost would have no choice but to look at you. “I have a whole binder full of stickers and I used the best from my collection…”

“Your best or your worst?” Ghost asked dryly, unable to hide the little smirk that tugged at his lips once he looked down at you. His gaze traveled from your eyes to your slight pout, oh how he wished to kiss you right now…

Ghost resisted the temptation and instead tried to get the damn stickers off his mask.

“Do you not love me?” You continued to push, swooning dramatically on to the bed so that you were practically on top of Ghost. “Do you not appreciate my stickers…?”

Ghost sighed, knowing he was loosing this battle as one of his hands instinctively began to run through your hair. The other he put to good use, finally pulling off one of your stickers and placing it delicately on your forehead. He smirked watching your pout turn into an expression of utter horror at his betrayal.

You squirmed on top of Ghosts lap, rolling closer to his chest as you groaned into his shirt.

“Stop it! Those are for you!”

“Ah what’s wrong?” He smiled teasingly. “Don’t enjoy getting stickers plastered all over ya’?”

He picked another sticker off of his mask- a sparkly butterfly, the same color as your eyes- placing it on your nose. “Look at you… so beautiful…”

“Stooooooop!” You pouted, the vowel drawing out. You grabbed at Ghosts hands in faux retaliation, attempting to stop him from removing anymore stickers.

Ghosts smirk morphed into a smile at the sound of your frustrated pleading.

He picked up another sticker- a generation three Cherilee- and stuck it underneath you right eye, his thumb delicately tracing the sensitive skin. “There.” He chuckled playfully, tugging at your cheek. “How does that look?”

“These are supposed to be on your mask!” You frowned, sitting up as you crossed your arms in frustration. “Keep this up and I might just have to ignore you for the rest of the night!”

“Oh ho ho~” laughed Ghost, this eyes crinkling at the corners indicating he was smiling beneath his mask. “What are you gonna do? Not hug me? Not kiss me? I’d love to see you try…”

“Fine.” You smirked mischievously. “I won’t kiss you, this is what you get for taking my precious stickers for granted.”

Ghosts eyes widened in mock shock.

“Oh what will I ever do without your lovely kisses!” He pouted sarcastically, playing into your little act before pantomiming a melodramatic collapse on to the bed.

You took advantage of Ghost’s position, crawling on top of him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“ maybe if you stopped pulling off my beautiful stickers I’ll give you a tincy tiny kiss.” You purred, lifting your chin to place your head on Ghost’s chest, staring lovingly up at him.

Ghost chuckled at your words, lifting his arm to take off his mask, revealing his disheveled blond hair. He brought a hand up to your head, delicately tracing your features as he hummed in contentment.

“Deal.” He sighed happily, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Simon.” You smiled against him.

You guys should request something for me to write…….. ooooo you wanna make a request so bad oooooooo

[sxcredbunn]

What has been your most memorable sexual experience?

most memorable? i don't take this question on a basis of how good it was etc but the first thing that comes to mind (warning might be a story i have adhd and am detail-orientated):

i had went out with a friend to a house party for the typical friday or weekend night shenanigans after a super stressful and long day, so i just wanted to forget n have a nice time lol. long story short there was a cute boy there n the gap between seeing him n feeling him was some drinks, weed, and eye fucking i didnt even know i was doing, a shit faced friend who spoke my thoughts to said boy, and the boy being chill as hell and noticing i was hella uncomfy and asked if i wanted to hide in his room till my ride came and had a nice time lol. it was honestly like maybe the 3rd time i ever had sex? we were both high and i think he was a little drunk but he approached me after my friend verbally sexually assaulted him (💀) and he was actually pretty chill and didn't acknowledge any of that lmfao

as an introvert it was rlly awkward when he came over let alone after my friends comments but i took the opportunity to leave my friend w the person we knew there since we didn't get along when she got drunk, n then after that he basically verbally consensually sexually assaulted me and my weed and horniness took over. i was rlly shy so he mostly talked and i giggled for like probably nearly an hour honestly, so its more memorable for the wholesomeness i think? but he straight up asked if i wanted to do anything at some point and idk what posessed me but i nodded yes. i already told him i was pretty inexperienced so it was slow n he had a condom but it did feel rlly nice and he was sweet, and plus points bcs he fingered me a bit before so i was already pretty wet n open or at least what was open for me. his dick was a decent size so i struggled to fit him including in my mouth (didnt know wtf i was doing on that end either) so it could've been better (ig if i was more stretched or if he had a smaller dick 💀), i wish i knew what i was doing so i could give him the same experience :( i felt so bad. but it was one of my first times and cant blame either end much !! mentally i was super uncomfy, and he felt uncomfy inside for a bit but the magical powers of the vagina got me adjusted a little better and i think overall we had fun.

we pretty much just like giggled and moved onto some weird conversation n got ourself together and awkwardly managed to go back out to the party bcs my ride was there and i basically bolted out red faced and like embarassed like i didn't agree to it or enjoy it 😭 we didnt get numbers or anything n i didnt go back so never saw him since but if i was as stretched as i was now id 100% go for round 2 :3

[taelonsamada]

Lowkey wanna imp!darlin to die

Maybe it's just because i heard a sad edit audio and decided to act it out and liked it but hear me out

It was at the start of soft and honest Sam arc, were he started showing how much he cares about darlin

After they finished Alexis off darlin was barely alive, sam was exhausted

They just fell backwards, luckily on a tree

Sam rushed to them trying to heal them, when he realized he can't, he called Asher (to which didn't respond cause he was already shifted sprinting to where he heard darlin howl,he won't let them down,not again) i like to HC that imp!Ash learned healing after the quinn accident

When sam remembered that he tried to keep darlin awake,telling them not worry even when he can't keep himself clam, he wasn't trying to hide it, it was clear in his tears, in his voice, everywhere.

Sam, trying to keep them awake started to tell them was much he cared, yes, they know that, he made clear, but he wanted to say it, ot make sure that they know that there's someone that cared about them before they-- No they won't, he won't let it happen

He was so lost in his talk and blinded by tears to notice when their eyes lost light, when their body went limp under his touch, when their already hushed breaths faded, when that heart of a lion stopped

Sam froze.. Tears falling header, sobs getting louder, muttering darlin's actual name, the one he never used, hell, he never even called them tank, shaking them gently, he began to shake harder, yelling their name now, till he stopped, looking at them and sobbing, amd then he pulled them towards him crying on their shoulder, like he did when realized that he became a "monster", this time they never hugged back, they never will, not anymore

When asher got there to that sight, the pack right behind him, he felt like killing himself, silent tears steaming down his cheeks..

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... K now im sad

……I thought we were friends……

Why you hurt me so….?

😭

[v0lereizz]

How long can they notice you're gone?

Kazuha, Xiao, Venti, Abyss! Aether x Reader (As your genderneutral! lover)

Let's pretend you already know Aether is apart of the Abyss ok😁

Kazuha

(A day)

He's a busy man at the Crux doing stuff so he only usually spends time with you once he sees you while doing his work but he wouldn't notice you're gone if he's too busy. But he will find you if he don't see you.

Kazuha was done for work so he decided to meet you at your house. He knocked at your house and waited for a few seconds but no answer. So he entered the house himself. Seeing you not in the house, He tried to not panic and look for you. He saw you just eating at a dinery for dinner by yourself. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" He spoked. You startled a bit from the sudden spoke then you just saw it was just Kazuha "Ah hello kazu! Wanna eat with me? I can buy you another treat if youd like." You said. "Oh no need, I can buy myself, but i will eat with you, My love." He bought himself some food and sat with you. "So, How was your day kazu?" You asked. "Hmm Well.."

Xiao

At least an hour

Just like Kazuha, he'd surely also be a busy man, fighting demons and stuff. But at the same time, he also prioritize the people he loves, like you. So he'll surely panic not seeing for an hour.

Xiao finally decided to take a rest just to look for you cause he can't hear any of your calling. He was sure everyday you call his name at least once or more. He decided to look for you himself. It has been only at least 10 minutes of him can't finding you and hes already panicking. Then there you were just fighting some hilichurls and when you were about to hit your enemy he came in first and destroyed all the hilichurls as soon as possible. Once he was done you asked "Oh, Good evening Xiao! What are you-" "-Where have you been? The moons already up and your not even resting. Let me take you to Wangshu Inn." Then he took you to Wangshu inn and healed you. When he was done, thats when you realized you were quite tired and decided to get some sleep but before sleeping you asked "Hey, Can you stay just for a little bit?" Looking up to him "I can stay for a few minutes but do not be shock when you wake up and i am not here." He replied and then you slept.

Venti

Randomly😭

Hes a drunkard, What else did you expect?💀 He just randomly feels your not beside him and then he shouts "WHERES MY POOR Y/N?!". But in times if hes not drunk he'll notice it faster than a second.

He was just about to drink another drop of the wine and he jumps up "WAHH- WHERES Y/N? I FORGOT I'M SUPPOSED TO MEET HER" He jumps up and then when you were just walking around the town, he jumps up to you "WAHH I'M SO SORRY MY PRECIOUS, I TOTALLY FORGOT I GOT DRUNK" Venti said yelling. "What are you talking about Venti?" You asked. "Aren't i supposed to meet you today?" He asked, You looked at him pale because of his dumbness "YOU DUMMY THAT WAS YESTERDAY AND YOU ALREADY MET UP WITH ME THAT TIME" You yelled. "At least im here now do you not like my company?" He said whining at you. "Come on lets go eat some food and give you some water. You're drunk as hell" you said "Ehe"

Aether

Only if youre not with Lumine

Okay, we all know Aether always watch Lumine and if a time comes that he can't see you travelling with Lumine then that's the time he can start to panic.

One time you decided to do a commission without Lumine since she's taking a rest, eating and stuff with Paimon, Then Aether decides to check on Lumine (and you duh) just for precautions. Seeing her sister just taking a rest and eating with Paimon only, makes him relieved...Wait, No, BUT WAIT, YOU'RE NOT IN THERE. SO NOT RELIEVED. He leaves the place and decided to look for you. It has been 30 minutes of not seeing makes him feels like hes in hell. He sends some Abyss Mages to look for you and you're just in there about to do your little commission till- Oh no an Abyss Mage!! But wait it is not attacking you, and instead when he saw you, he left. The Abyss Mage teleported to the Prince and told him where you are, what you are about to do, and what's the reason you're doing that. Well we all know the answer, you we're at a commission, you're about to the commission, and you're doing the commision to help Lumine. Then he teleported to you and just inspects you. Seeing you just talking to a lady and not hurt, relieves him so he left. But you obviously knew he was there just to check on you, How sweet!

This is my first time writing💀 tell me if there are any mistakes! (Feel free to ask anything!)