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uzurakis · 13 days

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brainrotting so hard rn thinking of megumi who absolutely refuses to admit his feelings for his best friend but okay so hear me out shikigamis are often reflections of their owner, right?

his shikigami – his demon dogs, nue, escape rabbit etc etc are ALL attached to reader, constantly begging for their attention and being so protective towards reader whenever he brings them out. and reader can't help but feel loved and safe whenever they're around.

because the affection his shikigami has for you is a reflection of megumi's feelings for you <3

n. THIS IS SOOO GOOD and i just HAD to make a drabble out of it. i also feel megs will sometimes be jealous but.. hey.. isn’t that just an extension of HIMSELF? thank you nonnie cause i had fun brainrotting this wit chu <3

under the dappled shade of a tree, you and your bestfriend sat nestled amidst nature's embrace. the gentle rustle of leaves provided a soothing soundtrack to the lazy hour after school as the cool breeze swayed in between. you leaned against the sturdy trunk, the rough bark a comforting support against your back, whilst fushiguro reclined nearby, never not a book on hand, his presence a familiar comfort in the tranquil surroundings. he looked too focused, way too focused right now.

“fushiguro,” you called out whilst biting back a smile, holding up your index finger in a playful gesture. “one favor.”

“no.” came his immediate response, closing off any opportunities as he remain engrossed in his book.

it was a usual thing for you to do, pester him for fun with many favors. you knew that despite his protests, he would always give in to your whims. it was one of the things you adore about him actually, the lengths he’d go to make you feel better.

undeterred, you continued, pouting slightly. "but fushiguroo..."

“no.” he repeated firmly. “your one favor usually turns into a two favor, and a three—“

“i promise it’s only a favor this time!”

a wind brushed his black locks as he peered up from his book, letting out a slight forced sigh as he finally locked his eyes with yours. “just one favor.” he conceded, unable to resist your asks.

the smile of yours finally burst out, and the favor rolled off of your tongue. it was simple this time; you didn't have to use your pleading looks or other tricks to get him agreeing.

“can you summon some of your shikigamis? just wanna play with them.”

fushiguro's expression softened, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his initial resistance. he closed his book gently and set it aside, his attention fully on you now.

"alright," he relented, his tone warmer now. "i can do that, only for a short while."

you nodded eagerly, grateful for his concession. fushiguro had a way of understanding your needs even when you were being particularly bothersome. so you wasted no time in joining in the play, laughing and running around with his divine dogs. fushiguro watched with a fondness in his eyes, silently grateful for moments like these.

well, he too had other ideas. he certainly seems to have a knack for stirring up trouble and was definitely intentional. while you were distracted by the dogs swarming about you, he summoned an army of his rabbits—a large number of them—and they all jumped at you at once.

“do you want me to get killed from your rabbits?!” the shout was muffled as his rabbits covered quite every inch of your body. “did you tell them to come at me?!”

no, your bestfriend never ask his shikigamis to come at you the moment he summoned them. fushiguro megumi's shikigamis, his loyal companions, had a mind of their own. he never trained the dogs to nozzle around you, the rabbits to bounce over you, or nue to sit on your shoulder. for that they didn't heed the conventional rules of summoning or obedience; instead, they acted on their instincts, driven by an unspoken directive to protect and be close at all times—fushiguro megumi’s instincts to protect you and be close at all times.

“dunno,” picking up where he left off and submerging back to his pages. “maybe.”

“you’re such a prick!” the words burst forth as you try to get the rabbits off of you.

he watched you from a distance, his heart swelling with affection as you kept playing around with his shikigamis. but he still tried to held back his own smile, a silent observer in the background, content to bask in the warmth of your presence.

yet, as if on cue, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, he could not hide it any longer.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

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teatreeoilll · 4 months

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𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗲 (𝗛𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗛𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿)

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w/c - 2.6k content - MDNI! 18 +, fem!reader, porn with plot, asking a man in a suit to not take it off when he fucks you, not proofread because it's so late rn, hope I'll get to it tomorrow

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When Higuruma Hiromi finished climbing up the stairs, moving slowly and sighing until he finally reached his apartment, the walls around the floor were already rhythmically humming.

"Fucking hell," It took every single ounce of strength in his body to turn away from his own door and turn to knock on the neighbors'.

Goddamn it, not him again, you think as you unlock the door, wincing at the passing thought of ever finding the grumpy, tired man waiting outside of your apartment in any way attractive.

"Yes?" You utter, cross-armed with a fake smile glazing your lips.

He stares into the space behind you for a moment before meeting your eyes, "I'm sorry to bother you," you should be sorry for bothering me, "I know we've had this discussion before," about a million goddamn times, "but if you wouldn't mind," before I go insane, "turning down the music?"

"Listen," you drawl, mimicking his calm tone through gritted teeth, "we talked this through already. It's still early, and it's not against the law to listen to music at a reasonable volume in my own apartment."

Higuruma's eye twitched at the words, still trying to retain a neutral expression. The law? You're bringing up the law? Now, Higuruma Hiromi didn't consider himself a proud man, but the next words to come out of his mouth made his self-respect plummet, "I'm sorry, it's just that ever since my wife died, I've been having trouble sleeping."

You blink slowly, your arms dropping to the sides of your body, "O-oh," you babbled, "I'm so sorry, I didn't - I - " the heat rises to your cheeks, "I'm so sorry, uh, I didn't catch your name - "

"Higuruma Hiromi," he adds.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Hiromi; I'll turn it down."

That evening, Hiromi sinks on the sofa like he's carried by angel's wings, relishing in the serene, tranquil, long-awaited silence. But something itches at the back of his mind; he spent too many days in court to know that a lie will always come back to bite.

"Shit," you hiss as your groceries hitting the building's floor, apples rolling on the tiles beneath you. "Stupid apples," you grumble as you stoop down, desperately trying to stuff them into your overflowing bag.

"Do you need help?" A voice behind you asks.

"It's fine," you breathe, catching another rolling apple in your hand, "I'm just here, uh, cussing at the fruit."

"I can see that," and Hiromi crouches down to help you, the fabric of his suit rustling as his pale fingers help you pick up the things off the floor.

You unlock your door, pushing it in with your shoulder, and your neighbor follows suit into your apartment.

"Where do I - " Hiromi stands at the entrance, his arms packed with your shopping.

"Oh - uh, " you walk to the kitchen counter, "right here is fine," you fix your gaze on the man unloading your shopping, a strand of hair falling on his forehead as he does. "Thank you."

After he finished, his eyes turn to find yours, and you're not quite sure why you're staring or at what, with your gaze rolling from his suit to his dark eyes, but you manage to conclude that, strangely enough, it's not unnatural to see him standing in your kitchen.

A long moment of silence graces the room before he finally utters, "It's nothing."

You thank him three more times while he exits your apartment, and he brushes off each one. It's only after he leaves that you notice the rapid pace of your heart, and you walk to the mirror to look at your face, standing before it for a moment, wondering how long it has been since you've turned this deep shade of crimson.

Oh god, you're so nice.

"I've brought them up for you, I hope you don't mind," you smile at your neighbor, bent over in your too-tight lounge shorts to put a stack of letters near his door, "they just seemed to be piling up."

"You really didn't have to," He mutters, crouching to meet you at the bottom of his door, gathering the letters in his hands.

But you just kept the smile on your face, so soft and considerate the pangs of guilt overturned his stomach. "Oh, and - uh," is my face growing red? "I - I baked some cookies, I mean," you falter, "I mean, I baked too many cookies. Would you like some?"

Maybe he is attractive, your neighbor, with his soft and tired dark eyes; or maybe it's the depth of sorrow you thought resided in them that made the need to help him grow.

It would be rude to decline, wouldn't it? "S-sure," he says - But it's immoral to agree, and the thought fades at the scent of fresh baked goods from your apartment already filling the hallway.

You don't mean to be rude when you walk through his door, setting a small plate of glazed lemon cookies on his old coffee table, your gaze darting to the pile of records on the shelf in the corner, "So, you do like music," you chuckle, eyes fluttering over the names on the covers.

"I do," he admits, the soft lemon cookie melting on his tongue, "But if Sinatra came here and sang while I'm trying to sleep, I don't think I'd like him that much anymore."

You catch his gaze, and your lips twitch for a moment before you burst into laughter. God, he stares at you, thinking you're an almost ethereal sight as you browse his records, perched on his old leather couch, laughing at something he said, with your smile scrunching the corners of your eyes so gracefully he thinks he just might -

"Love?" you ask.

"Yes?"

And you laugh again, "No - I meant, Love." You point at the record sitting on the top of the shelf, "Didn't take you for one to listen to them."

He coughs, a red blush dusting his pale cheeks, "It's a good album."

"It is, I don't think I've ever heard it on vinyl," you say, the palms of your hands grazing your thighs as you lift yourself up from the sofa, "Well, I think I better be off - "

"Would you like to?" He asks.

"Sure."

As you sit there, listening to the soft flamenco-style guitar flowing from the record player, it takes everything from Hiromi to calm the urge to touch you or at least hold your hand, fuck, he'd settle for a brush of your fingers against his own. Tackling these urges, blatantly ignoring the music, his mind replays the same old words he'd read countless times, a thing he usually does when he's trying to take his mind off something; - One sultry evening early in July a young man emerged from the small furnished lodging he occupied in a large five-storied house on Pereoulok S - , and turned slowly, with an air of indecision, towards the K - bridge.* *a/n: the opening line of Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The faint smile you give him as you meet him at the entrance to the building makes the blood rush to his ears.

"Good evening," you say, and Hiromi thinks it really is much better now.

"Good evening," he answers, pointing at the exit, "I'm out to the convenience, do you need anything?"

You shake your head, "Thank you," you say before continuing the path up the stairs.

It's a frantic knock on the door that startles you once you're out of the shower, and you rush to open it, towel still wrapped around your damp hair.

"Yes?" Your gaze meets a young, short-haired woman, a stack of papers barely fitting in the grip of her hands.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologizes, "I must have gotten the doors mixed up, does Higuruma Hiromi live on this floor?"

You nod, pointing a finger to the door next to yours, "But I just saw him leaving."

"Oh, crap -," the woman mutters, "I'm terribly sorry to ask this, but these are for the trial tomorrow," she lifts the papers up a bit, "would you mind if I leave them with you?"

"Trial?" You inquire, already holding your hands out to take the papers.

"Yes, a boy arrested on suspicion of murder and robbery," she sighs, "he won't let it go."

You hold the stack of papers, "Hiromi's a lawyer?"

The woman chuckles, "Oh, ah - yes."

"He works so hard," you think aloud, "even after what happened to his wife."

The woman's brows furrow, "Wife? Oh god, no, Mr. Higuruma's not married."

You tilt your head, your eyes narrowing at her words, "Sorry - uhm, has he ever been married?"

She shakes her head, "Well, I'll just leave these with you; I'll call him so he'll pick them up once he returns," she parts with a curt bow.

Loud. Insufferably, overwhelmingly, dreadfully, loud. The music crashes onto the walls, making them buzz so furiously you would have missed the knock on the door if only you weren't already waiting for it.

"Yes?" you scoff at the puzzled lawyer standing at your doorstep.

Hiromi's eyebrows knit together, the music reverberating through the staircase as he asked, "It's a bit loud, don't you think?"

You step away for a moment to find the stack of papers, returning to the doorstep to shove it in his arms, "Why? Will it piss off your imaginary wife?"

Oh, he thinks, and the door slams in his face.

He goes into his apartment and places the papers on the coffee table. He sits down to read them, only to find his eyes skimming over the letters, not quite making any sense of what he's reading with the music playing through the wall and his conscience raging in his mind.

Another knock on the door, and you open it with a huff, "Forgot something?"

Hiromi stands with his arms dangling by the sides of his body, a soft look in his eyes as he mutters, "I'm sorry."

He's just a neighbor, right? A nice one, at that, with a handsome face and kind eyes. Why am I so angry? Why's the music blaring with the intent of ruining his evening? Why's he standing so close -

It's an eternity in your mind, but only a few seconds pass while you think, unconsciously staring directly at his lips. He catches that, of course, he wouldn't get anywhere in court if he wasn't mindful of nuance.

The first thing you feel is his hand grasping at the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close to him. Next, the soft brush of his lips against yours as he breathes, "Is this alright?"

You don't answer; instead, you grasp at his arms through the fabric of his suit, capturing his lips as a fog settles in your mind, a soft hum running from your mouth to his.

His arms wander on your body while you relish in the softness of his lips; they skim across your lower back to come down and hold a firm grip on your ass when his tongue finally darts into your mouth. "Fuck," he pants, pushing you up against the wall, and you only momentarily remember you should probably close the damn door.

"Hm?" he puzzles when you break away from the kiss, watching you gesture towards the door, "I guess you can be considerate towards your neighbors," and he pushes the door, his tongue returning to your mouth before he even hears the closing thud.

It doesn't take long for him to slide his hand from your ass into your pants, long fingers gliding on your lower stomach, dragging the fabric of your underwear to the side as he rubs circles over your clit. "Don't be so quiet," he hums against your lips when he sees you biting back your moans, "Trust me, no one can hear you through this noise."

"Fuck, Hiro - " you gasp at the feeling of his fingers entering your cunt, one look at his glazed-over eyes and you try to desperately press your lips to his again, but he finds the crook of your neck instead, sucking on the skin there, leaving small bruises while his fingers glide in and out of your soaked cunt.

Each graze of his teeth against your neck makes you clench against his fingers, and he feels himself growing unbearably hard at the feeling, the slight friction of his cock rutting against the fabric of his trousers barely enough to give him some relief.

"Shit, sucking my fingers in like that - " he murmurs against your neck, the pads of his fingers caressing the spot that made you whimper, "You close?" And you feel the knot in your stomach come undone at his words, wetness gushing over his fingers as your body quivers.

You let out a choked gasp when he picks you up from the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Your clothes are discarded by the time you reach the couch, and you're trapped under him, back pressed against the sofa while the fabric of his suit rubs against your naked body.

The jacket of his suit falls to the floor, and his hand reaches to undo his tie, "N-no," you breathe, "Leave it on," you say as your hand works on the zipper of his trousers, pulling them down together with his underwear just low enough for his cock to spring out.

"Dirty," he chuckles against your lips, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. You moan at the feeling, pushing your hips down to take in the tip, "I always liked lawyers," you push a hand up to grip his hair, tugging at the soft strands.

"Did you now?" His muscles tighten as he pushes his cock further into you, rolling his hips to finally bottom out inside you.

"Mhmm," you moan into his mouth, feeling your pussy push against his thrusts, drunk on the soft smell of his cologne lingering in the air.

"Hiro - " you can barely breathe out his name with the feeling of his cock working you open, your hand leaving his hair to grip at his tie dangling from his neck, holding it tightly in your fist.

"God," he groans, chasing his climax with deeper thrusts, "you really do like lawyers," he huffs as your pussy clenches against him, the heat spreading under his skin.

He pulls out, and you whimper at the absence of his cock as he flips you, your head pressed flat against the couch, your ass perked up against his hips. His thrusts feel unbelievably deeper from that angle, his hand reaching to grip mercilessly at your hair to pull your head up.

"Ah - Fuck -," you babble, "Hiro - I - ," your reach a hand to rub your clit, his thrusts a perfect pace to the coiling tension in your stomach, and he anchors his hand on the fat of your ass, fingers digging deeper as he bites back his moans, coming closer to his own release.

"I - Ah -, " and you don't even finish your moan as your back arches, heat coursing through your body as you come, feeling as if you'd collapse if not for his hand holding you up by your hair. His hips stutter, a silent 'fuck' escaping his lips as you feel his seed painting your walls, his thrusts finally slowing down.

He pulls out, releasing the grip on your hair, and you turn a flushed gaze towards him, a dazed smile glazing your lips. He adjusts himself back in his trousers, his eyes falling on the speakers on your table, still ruthlessly blasting music.

"Is this the..?" He motions towards the speakers, and you nod.

He gets up, his hand twisting the volume knob until the white mark on it touches zero. The room grows silent.

Finally, he thinks.

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ssahotchnerr · 1 month

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRT74Paw/ i feel like this is so aaron bf core i would love a drabble or fic about this <33 in desperate need of aaron fluff comfort rn

tranquility

i think we all need some aaron comfort right now 😣 cw; gn!reader, established relationship, fluff <3 the tik tok context is that one busy audio but then it turns to a peaceful quiet (y'all know the one)

you flinched slightly as the door shut behind you, the sharp sound disrupting your clouded brain.

you couldn't stop thinking; your mind wouldn't stop racing. all day, you were unable to shake the uneasy, frantic mindset. nothing was particularly wrong, but it was just one of those days where you couldn't tone it down, or shut it off, despite how hard you tried. attempt after attempt was made in terms of a distraction, none of which were successful.

it wasn't shocking, you knew there was only one solution; only one way to ease your thoughts and feel like you again.

aaron.

he had been working late recently, but at the reason being so, he planned accordingly to be home at an early, reasonable hour. even if that meant completing his caseload and paperwork for the day at home.

luckily the intention was made for today - he was already in his home office upon your arrival. you walked in silently, a deep contrast from the hurriedness of your brain.

"hey." aaron's head perked up, a smile on his face as he saw you approaching. he was still in his suit - apart from the tie and suit jacket, sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone - but a slight frown soon developed instead: not only observant of your state, but also due to the absence of your usual grin whenever you laid eyes on him.

you were on autopilot, determined on one thing and one thing only; as you neared, he rolled back his desk chair, allowing both the room and the invitation for you to come close.

you didn't hesitate, straddling his thighs and settling yourself onto his lap.

the armrest of the chair dug into your leg, and the overall obstacle of the chair made your position somewhat uncomfortable. but you pushed that aside; your chest to his, your face pressed into and nosing against his neck, your arms wrapping around his middle as much as they could with his back to his seat.

and the change was immediate. the second your body made contact with his, did it instantly relax. your breathing wasn't as stressed, the constant tension in the middle of your torso dissolved, but most importantly, those loud thoughts circling in your head eased, as if they hadn't existed in the first place. you entered an almost meditative state, finding peace and solitude at long last.

even aaron could sense the change, feeling your body mold against his own; one of his hands sprawled across your lower back while the other began to trace random designs, holding you as close as he possibly could.

"you okay?" he mumbled gently after a few minutes. his lips were at your ear, allowing you to focus on nothing but his soothing voice.

you exhaled deeply, aaron pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"i am now."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x fem!reader

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bonefall · 2 months

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Opinion on WhistleFrost: do you see it as platonic or is there something more there in your eyes? If seen as romantic, how high are the odds that they’ll be a canon couple in the rewrite in some way? I know you say no changes done until the arc is done but I gotta know what your brain is thinking about them in the moment because they are my favoritist thing ever rn

I definitely see them as not entirely platonic. They're giving me big Mothwing/Leafpool vibes.

It's the way that whenever they're at their lowest, the only person that could come through to them was the other. Throat slashed and losing blood fast, her mother's command to trust no cat swirling in her fading mind, Frostpaw's heart still guided her towards Whistlepaw. The whole world crashing down, her Clan having punished and mocked her for how she'd helped her friend, the only one who could pull Whistlepaw out of her self-destructive desperation to save her sister was Frostpaw.

Like they remain the one stable thing in the chaos. I'm reminded of the way Leafpool was afraid Mothwing wouldn't belive a vision she had, especially knowing she was faithless, and she simply responded, "I believe in you, Leafpool."

So when it comes to BB, I know that there needs to be one or two significant moments where Frostpaw's love of Whistlepaw makes her realize things about herself. One of them I'm pretty deadset on.

Instead of it being Smoky that goes against Frostpaw's wishes while she's injured, violating her trust in him, and this somehow NOT causing a massive backslide in Frostpaw's tentative ability to trust people (thanks i hate it), Frostpaw realizes that she's forcing Whistlepaw to watch her die.

Whistlepaw is too inexperienced to deal with these injuries, but she's doing everything Frostpaw asks. She didn't grab her mentor. She isn't going to the humans. She's desperately trying to treat her best friend and feeling her slip away below her paws.

How can Frostpaw let this happen? Whistlepaw loves her so much, she'll lose her. It's then that she lurches up from her deathbed, drags herself out onto the moor, and calls the humans.

In BB, they're a team of researchers who study the Clan cats. It's why they were able to field dress her so easily, as opposed to this... random horse farmer who happens to carry a syringe of cat tranquilizer in their pocket. Minor detail that bugs me more than it should lmao.

BUT that aside... I need to know how ASC ends before considering if they can be a canon couple or not. As much as they love one another, I feel like it's unlikely Whistlepaw would leave WindClan, and she is a Cleric subject to the Vow.

#better bones au #bb!asc #Asc spoilers #Frostwhistle

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phil-lestifer · 2 months

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UMM SO BASICALLY I CAN'T THINK RN BUT FOR ONE DAN CAN YOU STOP LOOKING SO IN LOVE IT'S A FOUD FOOTAGE VIDEO BUT ALSO THE SYMBOLISM OF NEEDING TWO PEOPLE FOR THE SACRIFICE AND THEM ALWAYS BEING A DUO AND DAN PUTTING IN ALL THAT WORK TO BRING HIMSELF AND PHIL TOGETHER AGAIN WITH THE DEVIL AND ALSO WEARING THE SAME COLOUR, BINDED BY THE BLOOD THAT COVERS IT AND THE PROCESS TAKING YEARS AND REQUIRING THEM TO STAY TOGETHER AND ALSO THE HOMOEROTI- I am tranquilized and taken away

#dnp #dan and phil #dan and phil crafts #dnp crafts #dan howell #phil lester #amazingphil

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Omgg I saw a request for like ballerina reader and miggy and invites everyone to her show. Can’t really remember what they requested srry but that sounds cute. Like everyone gushing over her 🤭

it's okay !!! i did like that req too tbh, i was planning on making a separate one for the ballerina one, thanks for giving me motivation to make it rn >:DD

⋆⭒✮⭒⋆ like a graceful swan. — miguel o'hara x ballerina!reader

though you invited the whole spider society to watch your ballet recital, only one of them couldn't rip their eyes away from you, was glued to their seats, and constantly hitching their breath every time your pretty face looked so focused in dancing—your flexible arms curving with every movement of your fragile, yet fortified body. you tiptoed and moved your arms and legs in sync with the beat, with the harmonious melody of the gentle piano notes and dulcet rhythm coming from the violins, cellos, and basses playing the tranquil song numbers that prompted you to dance and entertain the audience with the story your body language and facial expressions were delivering in an angelic, pure, innocent manner.

some of the audience were already yawning, though many remained awake and in awe at your performance—enjoying how lovely and graceful your movements and how reactive you were to the right times, practically seeing the cues of the time signature change by listening intently to the orchestra playing. gwen was enthralled by the tenderness of your dancing, with her considering practicing her ballet once she'd have the time. pavitr was astounded by how flexible your arms and legs seemed, and how long you could hold yourself in the air; he'd ought to ask you for some tips and tricks on how to do that, maybe he will take up ballet himself for a change. jess and peter b enjoyed your performance, though the brunette father had to leave early due to his redheaded daughter fussing in the audience. he didn't want to ruin your evening, so he left; leaving the only two adults that were still watching being jess and... miguel, miguel o'hara.

he was the only one in the audience who gave his full, undivided attention to you and your dancing all throughout the performance. his hazel brown eyes were fixed on your dainty figure, moving so gently across the stage like the wind was carrying you by your invisible wings and practically making you seem like you were soaring while your pirouetted and twirled. with every pirouette and with every twirl, miguel felt himself get more and more hypnotized with your beautiful figure and effortlessly captivating aura as you spun and danced. he had never understood the meanings behind dance or any form of art such as ballet, but tonight, he thinks he's discovered what dancing evokes in him, what art such as this evokes in him: devotion, adoration, and need. he can't explain them all in ways anyone but him would understand in even the slightest, but the bottom line is... your dance moved him, made him feel things he's never felt before, and jess was the firsthand witness to this as she watched miguel's lips part and his eyes soften as they were directe dtowards you and you alone.

the other dancers disappeared into his fuzzy peripheral vision as he focused his gaze solely on you and the way you danced so perfectly; though you made some mistakes and nearly stumbled once or twice, miguel was so taken in by your performance that he forgot for a moment that he wasn't in a fairy tale, that you weren't an otherworldly beauty he could never have—you were real. you were here and before him, dancing your heart out passionately and the best you could; and that made him stand and clap, giving you a standing ovation that began with him, and ended with him as he looked at your gorgeous grin from up above in the audience's seats, with a heat forming in his face and a throbbing in his chest that made him palm his chest to try quelling it himself. "they were beautiful back there, weren't they?" jess asked miguel as he sighed, still watching you and your figure as you exited the stage all dainty and gracefully, not wanting you to leave his sight. "like you wouldn't believe..." he sighed as he felt his heart's beat returning to normal, but his thoughts still conjuring up the many images to form one thought: the thought of you, still and always fresh in his mind.

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cnnmairoll · 9 months

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Are reqs still open? I've been meaning to request smth from you for a while but college and gym has kept me busy 😭 I had an idea that an hsr guy would serenade reader outside their balcony (harana style). My head is too empty rn bc I just got back from the gym and I'm like real tired so I can't figure out which guy this would be best for but i trust ur judgement and think you'll do fantastic with whatever ypu come up with!! ❤️🩷❤️🩷❤️ -passes out-

♡ hsr-texts

Harmony in the Moonlight

Pairing : Caelus x Reader Genre : Fluff a/n : MY PARTNER HASN'T RESPOND TO ME YET UEUEUEUE (he's Filipino so I needed his knowledge abt this, he's on hiatus) So this is based on the research I did, IM SORRY IF THIS ISNT ACCURATE (◞‸◟；) But Hi Sugo! Hope you're doing well, thanks for requesting!

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. In the quiet town where you lived, life flows steadily like a serene river, each day passing in peaceful rhythm. But all that changed the day a certain group of travelers arrived. Among them was Caelus, a young man with an air of mystery and a heart of gold. He was accompanied by his two friends, March and Dan Heng, who each added their own unique touch to the unfolding story.

From the moment Caelus first caught a glimpse of you, he felt a spark, an inexplicable connection that tugged at his heartstrings. It wasn't long before he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the gravitational pull. He was known for his composed and impartial demeanor, but his heart held a flame of chaotic good that yearned to be set free.

As he embarked on his mission alongside his companions, his thoughts often wandered to you. He'd pause in the midst of battles and explorations, offering remarks that ranged from serious to humorous, all while holding a far-off look in his eyes. His friends couldn't help but notice his distraction, but they chose to support him in his silent pursuit.

One night, as you went about your business in your room, the gentle tinkling of a rock hitting your window shattered the tranquil ambiance. Your heart skipped a beat as you cautiously approached the window, hesitantly pulling the curtains aside. And there, on the ground below, stood a trio that would forever imprint itself upon your memory.

Caelus flashed a quick, lopsided smile, a glint of mischief sparkling in his gaze. "Evening, if I might say," he greeted in his characteristic way, his voice calm yet oddly animated. "I hope we're not interrupting anything of utmost importance."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly at his peculiar choice of words. "Not at all," you replied, curiosity piqued. "What brings you here, Caelus?"

Dan Heng, standing a bit apart from the situation, had his arms crossed and looked completely disinterested. March, on the other hand, had her camera at the ready, her eyes shining with excitement.

With a signal to his friends, Caelus took a step forward, March and Dan Heng springing into action. The gentle strumming of the guitar began to fill the air, accompanied by March's sweet, harmonious vocals.

Caelus took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "They say the stars above can never tell a lie," he sang, his voice a rich, melodious tenor that carried the weight of his emotions. "Well, my dear, they've missed one thing—they've never seen your eyes."

Your heart danced to the rhythm of his words, his voice weaving a tale of admiration and affection. His eyes, so often veiled by his enigmatic expressions, now held a vulnerability that took you by surprise.

"As the night unfolds, and the world turns dark and deep," he continued, the sincerity in his words wrapping around you like a warm embrace. "I find solace in the thought of you, my heart's secret to keep."

March's camera clicked softly in the background, capturing the essence of this intimate moment. Dan Heng, though seemingly detached, had a softness in his gaze as he listened to Caelus's serenade.

Caelus paused for a moment, a half-smile tugging at his lips. "Though I stand here with friends in tow, my words are mine alone," he confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his feelings. "For this night belongs to us, the tale of love unknown."

The final chords of the guitar echoed through the night, the silence that followed carrying the remnants of Caelus's heartfelt serenade. His companions exchanged subtle glances, a mixture of amusement and sentimentality passing between them.

As the last notes faded, Caelus's gaze remained locked onto yours, an unspoken question lingering in the air. His heart laid bare in the moonlight. March and Dan Heng exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a blend of encouragement and support.

The moment stretched, time seeming to stand still as you looked into Caelus's eyes, feeling a connection that defied explanation. And in that silence, a single thought echoed through your mind – a thought that would shape the path of your own story: sometimes, amidst the chaos of life, the most unexpected melodies can play the sweetest tunes in the chambers of the heart.

#˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ mai writes #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #caelus #trailblazer #caelus hsr #caelus x reader #caelus honkai star rail #caelus star rail #hsr caelus #trailblazer hsr #trailblazer caelus #trailblazer x reader #trailblazer honkai star rail #march 7th #dan heng

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justanothercloudinthesky · 1 year

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Haikyuu Ideal Types (pt 2)

I'm having a lot of fun with these, hopefully I'll get some more done soon, Demon Slayer ones are drafting rn, and I'm gathering a list for random animes soon (horimiya, tokyo ghoul, toilet-bound hanako-kun ect) I really hope you like this one!

Characters: Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Asahi, Bokuto

I will put a disclaimer that I do personally believe that the haikyuu compatibility range is a little wider than MHA characters or other fandom characters, So this isn't truth haha, just my opinions.

Fluff, Hc,

Akaashi:

I believe wholeheartedly that Akaashi would be a fantastic partner, but would deeply crave someone who's consistent. Akaashi is amazingly analytical and perceptive, but he is haunted by his inner thoughts, his own insecurities. I really think that someone who's consistent and reassuring would help Akaashi realize how much he's accomplished despite his insecurities. I don't think Akaashi would mind if they were energetic or not. One thing I think he might crave is someone who's willing to slow him down and help him breathe, they can be energetic, in fact I think it would complement him, but he needs someone to help him slow down and find the little joys in life.

Iwaizumi

I think that Iwaizumi likely won't date til he's graduated for a few years, but when he does find someone who steals his heart? I believe that they would be resourceful and tranquil. Someone who can help him take a breath when he gets frustrated, and handle issues for him when it gets too much. He's stubborn and has a will of steel, so I think honestly someone who he can trust to take care of things would be amazing. In return, Iwaizumi I think would really really be a great fit for people who have abandonment or trust issues. He's steadfast, and despite his temper, he has shown that he won't walk away. I think give or take 5 years in this relationship y'all wouldn't be able to imagine life without each other.

Daichi:

I really feel that Daichi would deeply appreciate someone who's passionate. He's a hard-working and reliable leader, and I think he might also prefer calmer or more peace-centered souls. He's often shown chiding the team for their chaotic nature. I honestly do think that whoever he ends up has the potential to be a power couple. I do think that he'd require someone responsible to feel at ease, but he wouldn't mind someone forgetful or unorganized. He'd really appreciate them as he graduated and his love and respect for them would just grow and grow til he popped the question. I do as a final thought don't think it matters to him if they are grounded as he is or not, he'll grow as a person in both ways.

Asahi:

I believe that Asahi would really admire a lot of people, but something that catches his attention is an honest nature. He'd respect someone who's unafraid to be honest, even if it hurt. He needs someone emotionally mature and honest to help him work through things. But Asahi would adore his partner, regardless of faults. I honestly headcanon that he would be a really good match for someone neurodivergent, as he's anxiously observant and would really not mind anything to help his S/O. I think that Asahi would need someone to spend time with him, so someone who's extremely busy might be challenging. But honestly, this man is a walking teddy bear.

Bokuto:

I have a feeling that this would honestly never get boring, Bokuto would be a very good partner to someone lacking motivation but with perception (similar to kenma or suna). He'd appreciate it if they had a sense of humor and didn't mind his nicknames. If you gave him a nickname, I absolutely think he'd get it engraved or tattooed on his body somewhere. I do think Bokuto needs someone who's more perceptive than he is, and can help him learn to not spiral in his mood swings, and can adjust to help. I honestly think that no matter what, Bokuto would love his soulmate, and wouldn't want to ever make them upset, he's perceptive in his own ways. also... he will melt if someone packs snacks for him.... just saying...

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p1nk-syr1nge · 1 year

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parental mercs?! 🥺 if you want parental merc requests, may i then request dad heavy, dad spy and dad engie headcanons??? 🥺🥺🥺

Mercs being parental towards the reader!!!! This is incredibly self indulgent by the way…

(also apologies for my absence y’all i’m severely mentally unwell rn,, )

Engie

Very doting guy, but just overall really cool and nice to hang out with.

Having a bad day? You can go hang out with him, if you need to talk then he’ll listen all about it and comfort you with a long, warm hug.

If you don’t want to talk about it, the hug offer is still there. He’ll still try and help you feel better the best he can…

Probably will try and tuck you into bed at night. He does the same with Pyro, and a few other mercs if they ask. A lil goodnight kiss, and wishing you sweet dreams.

Type of dad to teach you everything he knows in life. How to cook, grill, take care of yourself, ‘n all that funky stuff.

While you two were baking cookies, which you had offered to make for fun but didn’t know any recipes so Engie decided to help,you had gotten a glop of flour on your cheek. You were completely oblivious to it.

Almost on instinct he just licked the pad of his thumb and wiped off the gunk. Gross!! How unsanitary.

“UGH, dad…” You complained, without realizing what you called him. Though, all he gave was a kind smile, you can be sure he was wiping a happy tear once you were out of sight.

Heavy

Oh he’s quite protective of you… But tries not to be overbearingly so.

He tends to be firm with you, but he just wants to make sure you’re safe.

Heavy has a tendency of taking care of you like he did with his sisters. Making sure you’re at your best, you’re doing ok, and trying to make you smile.

If he’s comforting you, he will not beat around the bush. What’s the problem, here’s a solution. Although, he’ll hug you and say reassuring things about whatever is making you upset…

Fun to hang around, although he’s often quiet. So if all you’re looking for is peace and tranquility, you can probably find him in the base reading.

A long exhausting day, all you wanted was some quiet. So, looking for heavy, he was peacefully reading a novel that looked familiar, yet you couldn’t quite remember where you saw it from…

Sitting next to him, you made yourself comfortable. After a while, Heavy felt a weight on his side. Looking down to see you’ve fallen asleep…

With a gentle look, he carried you to bed and made sure you were safe and sound.

Spy

Though rather distant, he still has some father instincts left in him.

The type of dad that is constantly fixing your collar, the tag that stick out, etc…

If you go to him for advice he will not sugarcoat it, though will be a bit gentler if you seem visibly upset.

Not great at comforting people, but he’ll hold you and let you cry it out if that’s what you need. Realistically reassuring words and gentle pets on your head.

Will take you to places he thinks you’ll enjoy… maybe an aquarium or a stupidly fancy resturaunt.

Sighing at your antics on instinct, he was trying to be patient, really… But he just got a reservation for a show he was taking you to. You only had an hour to get ready, and you still looked like a mess…

So he was stuck finding a good outfit for you, something fancy enough for the event. You were both digging through your closet to find what items would go together and... oh! This will do nicely.

Smoothing out your collar, and patting your head. There was a proud look and smile upon his face. “You look great, but we are going to be late if you don’t hurry up.”

#tf2 x reader #platonic #parental #Spy x reader #engineer x reader #heavy x reader #fatherly #team fortress 2 #this is my coping mechanism tbh

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rabbitenn · 7 months

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hello! please take your time because i know you have a lot of requests rn! can i ask for headcanons about what you think nagi and gaku's love languages are and how they show them to their s/o?

TALK TO ME IN YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE.

Because his way of letting you know he loves you is your favorite.

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Rokuya Nagi x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

thank you for the request, lovely anony ! I think this is a very sweet idea. I apologize for taking so long to get to it… I hope you still will like it <3

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

Acts of service ‧₊˚ ⋅

— It is pretty obvious the leader of TRIGGER is someone who strives to help others as much as he can.

— We see this with his family’s soba shop, or with his (rather aggressive) encouraging words towards IDOLiSH7 at the start of their relationship.

— So, it is only natural that he wants to do everything he can for his s/o.

— That is, you.

— From helping you with laundry and groceries, to driving you wherever you need to go, there isn’t anything Gaku wouldn’t do for you.

— On instances like these, you can’t help the soft lovestruck smile that appears on your features when you look at him.

— You love the gentleness in Gaku’s expression when he’s happy. And when he’s with you, he seems to be immensely so.

— Not to mention, the times he’s shown up when you least expected him to, making endless days bright in a myriad of watercolors, telling the story of you and him.

— Knocking on your door late at night, just as you were dreading to still have to cook dinner, work having already drained all of your energy.

— “Special delivery for [Y/n].” Gaku says, soba shop uniform on, tone laced with affection, as he steps inside your apartment, placing the delicious looking food on your dining room’s table.

— Your eyes are shiny when you gaze at him, your wide smile expressing the ‘thank you’ you’re still too in awe to verbalize.

— You truly feel blessed, to have a boyfriend as precious as him.

— “Stay.” You ask Gaku, taking one of his hands in both of yours. “Thank you, for this… Please, let’s share?” You smile up at him innocently, tilting your head to the side, expecting an affirmative answer from him.

— He returns the smile, as he turns fully towards you, following you inside your apartment again. There is no way he would ever say no to you, after all.

Quality time ‧₊˚ ⋅

— Gaku is someone who deeply cherishes his family and the people that are close with him; obviously, that includes you.

— No matter how busy his schedule might be, TRIGGER’s leader always, always, makes sure to reserve enough time to spend with you.

— If you are into watching movies like he is too, then that’s the perfect chance to spend a chill and cozy evening in, relaxing and just enjoying each other’s company.

— But honestly, Gaku would be happy to spend some time together whatever it is the hobby you choose. He’s just so smitten and so glad to be with you, just being in your company and making you feel loved… He couldn’t ask for anything else.

— However, there are times Gaku likes to take you out to a nice restaurant for dinner.

— Even if you two have to be careful not to be spotted and he has to disguise himself, a night out with you is worth so much to your lover.

— From the drive there, with you telling him about your day and asking about how his practise for the next performance is going; to the tranquil atmosphere of the candlelight dancing between you two at the restaurant, Gaku doesn’t want to miss out even a second of dates like this with you.

— You’re his precious treasure, he wishes tonight could last longer.

And honestly, so do you.

♡ ROKUYA NAGI

Words of affirmation ‧₊˚ ⋅

— Nagi is not afraid to verbalize his feelings and will take any chance he gets to do so.

— Seriously, have you seen how he’s always telling his friends he loves them?

— So, of course, he will let you know how much he adores you and he won’t be shy about it.

— Whether you’re in the comfort of his room filled with anime merch, taking a stroll around the park or at a cafe, Nagi always reassures you about the affection he holds for you.

— “I love you, my dear.” He sincerely utters, no matter if it’s in the quiet atmosphere of a constellated summer night or in the middle of a conversation about the next Cocona episode.

— And on both occasions, he manages to make you flustered.

— Can’t blame you, honestly. How are you supposed to resist the sultry gaze in his sapphire eyes that sparkle every time he lays them on you? How could you ever stay straight-faced at the idol’s charming smiles, dazzling and warm all at once?

— Nagi loves you deeply, and expressing it just feels natural to him. Why shouldn’t he tell you, how you’re the best that’s happened to him and how wonderful you are?

— And when you return his loving words? The softness of his expression is enough to melt North Meir’s aurora lit snow. Like a rainfall of cherry blossom petals scattering into a sunny sky.

— Nagi also is ready to compliment you every single day.

— “Good morning, beautiful.” He always greets, whenever you meet up, call each other or text.

— “Says you, a literal prince.” You retort with a playful grin.

— Your partner is so stunningly attractive, and yet, he never passes the chance to eulogize you.

— In addition to that, Nagi always notices when you wear new clothes, different makeup or change your hairstyle (and of course, will make you feel even prettier with his grand words of honest praise).

Physical touch ‧₊˚ ⋅

— It’s not news that Nagi is always hugging his friends, even the less touchy-feely members of his group.

— Like, he literally touches Iori’s butt when he hugs him because he’s amused about the way the latter screams on said occasions.

— And, naturally, as his s/o, you won’t be left out of Nagi’s loving embrace.

— Whenever you join him to watch his beloved Cocona marathons, the blonde idol is always holding you in some way.

— He especially loves holding you from behind, as you both settle comfortably on his room’s couch.

— It’s so warm, to lean against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder, as his arms loop around your middle. The scent of your sweet perfume wafts around the room. And, to Nagi, it is not unlike the magical sparkles dancing on the tv.

— Even if he’s very flirty, your boyfriend happens to be a gentleman too.

— Which gives him plenty of opportunities to express his love through physical touch.

— He always holds out a hand to you whenever you get out of the car, or when you go down the stairs.

— How could he ever call himself your boyfriend in the first place if he didn’t do something so simple for you?

— Nagi loves thoroughly, and his displays of affection can only dream of expressing a fraction of the immense love he holds for you.

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