#on that note… shall try sleep hehe

[shattersstar]

ok but we need to hear more about college dick now👀👀

hehe ask and u shall receive because ohhh myyy dick in college is such a messsssssss but like so pretty it’s almost unfair

—

i love the idea of dick and a bunch of his friends getting a house together with the intent of being Normal for the first time in a while, which means being absolute menaces as most 20 smth yr old guys are

very much known for being a party house bordering a frat but all the guys r so nice that it’s rlly hard to think of them like that. it’s a space where he can let go, feel like himself and with the encouragement of his friends, dick puts the brakes on like relationship hunting and just has fun..

he’s been in pretty committed relationships since he was old enough to be and has always struggled with casual dating let alone sleeping with people he barely know. but when dick learns there r ppl out there looking for the same thing and not everyone wants to b the next future ex mr/mrs. grayson it makes it a lil easier to be his charming self with no bounds <33

and then he mets you and it’s the usual routine, flirting you to his bedroom which is in the basement—of course—well alllllmost doing so until you vanish out of his grasp for reasons dick cannot discern (you weren’t here for him silly)

and while he’s not like one of those oh i wanted to hit and couldn’t so im gonna chase you types, dick does have to reconcile with the fact your friends with roy and spend a lot of time at the house now

which also means he learns how cool you r and how goofy he feels for just tryna sleep with you

and despite his friends vouching for him you really only see (and have heard the numerous rumours) dick as a rich playboy and that’s not for you. plus he’s def a business or poli sci major……….but with a psych minor bc it feels the most practical despite how boring dick finds most of his classes

though when he realizes your both in a psych elective together he’s all toothy grins and obnoxious air which isn’t helping his case but of course he’s a decent student and when you mentioned hating statistics—you were stuck with the worse prof outta the two—dick jumped at the chance to help

you were sooooooo skeptical and even though agreed you kept brushing him off until dick just started helping you when you were over to hang out. he drops a textbook in your lap while sitting in roy’s bed or starts reviewing your notes and adding examples while your hanging out on the living room floor building lego sets with everyone else.

and dick did that a lot—sure it was his house and roy was his best friend along with all of his other housemates but dick never hesitated to insert himself into whatever you were doing when you came over. and it shouldn’t surprised you but everyone being so..unbothered by it had you confused. like maybe that’s how dick is but it spoke bounds to their closeness and was the First time you actually saw a little more to dick than just some campus hottie douchebag who threw parties to get laid

and while you weren’t about to tell dick that, you did start coming over with the intent of working on stats together. it usually meant dick having to re-lecture whatever your prof barely managed to explain and helping you with the page long equations needed for assignments

and dick keeps it as platonic as possible, on a mission to prove he’s not the person you think he is and not only because he wanted to be with you—well yeah he does—but because dick cares what you think about him. he knows his friends care about you and value what you have to say and he wants you to know it’s the same for him

and maaaybe you see that too but dick needs to suffer a little more

—

bonus: you talk to dick abt ppl you’re interested in at some point (either genuinely or to mess with him) when he insists on always hanging out with you and roy. and while he gives advice with a smile, still trying to prove his capacity for mature, platonic relationships, dick screams into his pillow later that night when he goes over the convo again and again and agai—

bonus bonus: he’s probably on the school’s gymnastics team <3

[zhongrin]

🎁 ᴢʜᴏɴɢʀɪɴ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ 🫶🏻

ー just a little thing i wanted to make as the year ends 💗

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 💍

① 👑 zhongli 👑 ✼ best husband, best comfort f/o, best everything. my ultimate blorbo 🧡

② al haitham 🌱 & wriothesley 🐾 ✼ he's such a silly guy. i love him so much. ✼ who's a good puppy! who's the goodest boy! yes you areeee~! <3

ⓧ runner up // neuvillette 🦦 ✼ his en voice almost made me simp. almost. damn you ray chase /lh

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 🎶

ー✼ the ebg back in february and october! so so so so much chaos fun! both took all the creative juices and sleep i had, but it was all so worth it! i got to connect with more people and interactions were off the charts for the whole week. and coviello... my precious babie <3 i'm pretty sure i'll join another ebg next year given the opportunity.... or perhaps even host one, but with a twist-

ー✼ got matched up T W I C E (well, thrice in total) with mr. i am here's alternate universe selves al haitham. thanks @/ansy-tea / @/kopidense 👍🏻 i shall endeavor to make an effort to discombobulate and fool the silly sprout man in 2024 if there are any other matchup events open lmao

ー✼ teyvatweets! it was so much fun compiling everyone's tweets and coding the website hehe it didn't really blow up or anything due to how 'personal' that project was, but i think about it from time to time. such a fun lil thing!

ー✼ that 1 pity c0 al haitham who came right after ayato.... thanks dad for gracing me with your birthday luck 🙏🏻

ー✼ finally treating myself and indulging in all the selfship commissions. i'm grateful i have the ability to indulge and i'm hoping to do the same next year. and the way everyone just gifted me things for my birthday made me feel so so loved. i couldn't celebrate it with anyone since i wasn't at home, and it was on a weekday meaning my friends were all busy - so it felt like a mini-party... truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much ;w;

ー✼ personally, i'm super happy and kind of proud of getting very comfortable with sharing my art and improving on it! i used to go back and forth whenever i'm trying to post art, but now i'm confident enough to not think too much about it! naturally i have lots to improve and i'm nowhere near 'good' but that's fine with me! i owe it all to yall's support and lovely comments <3

ー✼ all the anon drabbles and charanons!!!! always such a nice sight to wake up to. they're like surprise gifts whenever i open tumblr because i don't have notifications on, and i adore them so much! big big big shoutout to @/floraldresvi, @/crystalflygeo, and @/soleillunne yall are amazing ;w;

ー✼ all the super sweet messages all of you left in my christmas tree.... i'm cradling all the wishes and silliness and messages from my f/os so close to my heart!! ceo!haitham tho. bruh you're still making me work LEAVE ME ALONE- /silly

ー✼ that zhongli birthday celebration series... they're not much, and even with all posts combined they have way less notes than a random vent drabble i dropped in the middle of it lol but i had lots of fun writing, designing, and inserting all the 'golden threads' across the fics nonetheless!! i'll highlight them later so the people who have been following the little series can go 'OH' lol

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 🫂

@ainescribe ❀ @silentmoths ❀ @crystalflygeo ❀ @moraxsthrone ❀ @floraldresvi ❀ @sheepmc ❀ @zhxngii ❀ @localplaguenurse ❀ @mysnowmanandmebaby ❀ @the-travelling-witch ❀ @watatsumiis ❀ @kurikurikurisu ❀ @leftdestiny-posts ❀ @kaeffeinee ❀ @queen-belial ❀ @abyssmal-skies ❀ @dawndelion-winery ❀ @yinyinggie ❀ @silkjade ❀ @dustofthedailylife ❀ @scarasmood

@euniveve ❀ @soleillunne ❀ @faesther ❀ @ansy-tea ❀ @vennnnn-diagram ❀ @navxry ❀ @celestetalkstoomuch ❀ @minhosairfryer ❀ @xeraeus ❀ @pearlywritings ❀ @ryuryuryuyurboat ❀ @mochinon-yah ❀ @asoulsreverie ❀ @xiaosonlybeloved ❀ @mooncreates ❀ @jingyuansbird ❀ @tearskillstardust

i love you all and i'm so so glad to have made a connection with you! be it knowing each other from mutual friends, from a drawing/writing commission, or even if we just stumbled onto each other randomly by pure chance - know that i appreciate you! every single one of you are so talented and so wonderful. thank you for being the threads that shaped the comfy sweater that is 2023 for me <3 ps. and for my former moots who are minors but have respected my boundaries, i'm sorry i didn't tag you but i had fun befriending you lot. my best wishes for you in the years ahead too! pps. some of you might know me from my main @/meimeimeirin instead! i separated the list into 2 paragraphs bc tumblr isn't letting me have that many texts in one block apparently hsldfjsd also, if you're not in the list i either 1) forgot, bc i have the memory of a goldfish, or 2) remembered, but felt like it would be intrusive for me to tag you <- (more likely tbh) 😔

@/jjovin3221, @/starffox, @/syrenkitsune, @/finleyrambles, @/dr-birb, @/smokipoki, @/1117sblog, @/virdiaura, @/lawnfei, @/lady-alexis-salt, @/local-ragamuffin, @/the-knaves-world, @/alhaithams-fanfic-stash, @/interpretpages, @/magicalink, @/starlingcore, @/lyralibra, @/crazyrichdaughter, @/winterhuntsman, @/ladycoleigh, @/bettybeako

ALSO, HUGE SHOUTOUT to the people who frequent my notifs. i can't remember most of yall's handles accurately (and for some of you i remember by your pfp instead hskdhskd) but whenever your username pops up, know that i always go "!!!!!" and my imaginative dog ears perks up and my metaphorical tail just starts thumping on the floor <3 thank you so much for your continuous support!! (and i know some of you wrote in my tree so thank you for that too hehe) note: that wasn't an exhaustive list, but more like the blogs i remember seeing a lot on top of my head!!

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 🧡

thank you for such a lovely 2023! thank you for being here and for always supporting my works, my silliness, and myself as a person. here's to more fun shenanigans ahead, and i hope 2024 will be a year that makes us all a better person <3

ꕥ xmas dividers © cafekitsune

[giggly-squiggily]

i really want to see more lee!L and ler!Light honestly for death note. it's hella adorable.

Aww! Thank you so much! 🥰🥰🥰 I definitely would love to do more; L is one of my everlasting love characters- the first one to really make me go “That’s him- that’s my guy!” So I definitely wanna write more of him and the others!

I’ve just had caffeine and feel good: I shall now share some Lee!L headcanons! :3 (below the cut for length and potential spoilers)

Light found out L was ticklish from Watari. The detective was so far gone exhaustion wise he nearly fell out of his chair- the older man had grabbed onto him to steady him and they got a sleepy “hehe, that tihickles.”

He doesn’t use it all the time- Light knows it’s ridiculously childish and the last thing they need during the Kira investigation: but when it’s late into the night and he’s desperate for anything beyond data and research, he’ll start tickling L into breaks and eventually sleep.

L is the definition of a brat when tickled: he’s self-proclaimed “childish and hates losing”- and in a way, being tickled is like losing. He gets all pouty about it much to Light’s amusement.

L is also very petty; big on “an eye for an eye”- even if it’s tickling. Only issue is L is completely defenseless when tickled; so he gets maybe- what, one tickle in before he’s fighting like an ally cat trying to wiggle away from Light’s vengeful fingers. He never gets too far- both cause of the chains and because he kinda likes it?

The most infectious laughter EVER. His giggle fits are smile inducing and endearing as all hell. Even the most grumpy of people will warm up to it: it’s that funny and cute sounding.

I kinda love the idea of L being loud as hell when tickled? He‘s got such a soft monotone voice but when he’s laughing he’s so boisterous and shrieky; the only time you’ll ever really hear him shout really.

His ribs are very ticklish, though his feet are absolutely his worst spot. Problem with that though is if you tickle him there he will kick you in the face. Light once tried it and came in with a broken nose. His stomach and knees are good giggle spots though!

I also like the idea of his back being ticklish? Not so much that he’ll arch and scream but more the kind of ticklish where it feels good. It’s likely one of the few things that’ll get him to rest; especially if your his S/O.

Hates his neck being tickled- he will bite your fingers off. I’m not kidding- Matsuba once tried it and he ended up needing several bandaids while L got the whole “You can’t bite people, Ryusaki” lecture from Watari.

If you bring him cake after tickling him, or any sweet for that matter, L will forgive you. He’ll still be pouting around said sweet- but he’ll forgive you.

That’s all I have for now! Thanks for asking :3

[sh1-n0bu]

May i ask a one shot with Tighnari? If u want can u do a fem reader who pretend to be dumb so him can teach her? <3 extra fuffly pls

✿ 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮, 𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙯𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ✿

characters: tighnari x fem!reader

warnings: reader being a little shit and just tooth rotting fluff, tig-tig might be a bit ooc

notes: asked and you shall recieve😌i’m sorry if it took too long but i still haven’t lost my 50/50 to tighnari rn so i needed to do some research to try and grasp his personality

hope this is to your liking😚 nobu out🫡

the rainforest of sumeru is a beautiful place. wild animals, all sorts of flowers and fauna with many different kinds of crystalflies and fireflies appearing at night to add more life to the forest. it was a breathtaking sight indeed. but to you, nothing could ever hold a candle to the green fennec fox hybrid scolding you right now.

“-and the sumeru rose can also be-hey! hey! are you listening!!” snapping his fingers in front of you repeatedly while his fluffy tail swished from side to side behind him, it seems like your daydreaming was cut short for now.

“oh yeah! sorry tig-tig! hehe~” pinching the bridge of your nose, tighnari continued to scold you about how he has already taught you about the medical values of every common sumeru flowers far too many times by now.

the forest ranger already knows of how you’re one of the best graduates from the akademiya yet you can’t seem to memorize things in a long term. maybe you have short term memory loss? or is it another kind of rare disease that’s affecting you? if so he better find out what it is and the cure quickly!

while tighnari was busy worrying over your condition, you were scheming with collei about how to confess to him. of course confessing with chocolates and treats was a common practice but then again tighnari was a fox hybrid so maybe you should kill him another time after confessing. maybe a hand made small souvenir would work? he makes small bracelets and necklaces by hand so he seems to enjoy it. ah how stressful!

“maybe a pot of flowers would work? after all master tighnari may not look like it but he really enjoys growing his own little flowers! one time i even heard him baby talking to one of his potted padisaras with baby talk!” noticing your stress, collei recalled a funny moment in hopes of cheering you up and to at least give you an idea. and it seemed to work.

“collei! what is tig-tig’s favorite flower?” the sudden shift of your mood was a bit scary for the trainee not gonna lie. shaking off the sudden shock, collei gave you a solid answer. niloptala lotus. well shit.

and so after days of waiting for the perfect moment, searching for the perfect spot and flowers, you’ve finally got it. niloptala lotus that bloomed at night by the caresses of the full moon.

walking to the front door of the forest ranger’s little hut has always brought you giddiness but now it just fills you with dread. what if it isn’t his favorite flower? what if he gets angry that you woke him up? is he even awake? maybe this was a bad idea.

before you could even calm the racing thoughts in your mind, you collided with something. oh shoot, just the person you were thinking of.

“oh [name]? what see you doing up so late? you should be sleeping, it’s bad for your health” always the mom friend, fretting over others even when he should be looking out for himself as well. when tighnari saw the pot of flower in your hand, you can easily see his tail start swishing from side to side behind him. before he could ask you anything, you handed him the pot of plant.

“ahem just listen to what i have to say. please?” after having his confirmed nod you began to pour your heart out.

how through all these times, you always knew of the lessons he was teaching you but always listened closely because it was him who was teaching it. how you always knew the answer whenever he asked you a question but played dumb so you can listen to his voice. how the small little acts of him getting angry and pinching your nose or flicking your forehead was endearing. how you always loved being with him but just couldn’t have the heart to say so.

and through it all tighnari listened. he listened and suddenly everything was so clear.

when you finished your confession, that you may or may not have practiced a bit too many times, you felt a hand gently tug you down and a soft kiss against your forehead. your eyes probably looked like they were about to pop out because tighnari was laughing.

“you dummy, ditzy [name]”

—

bonus:

“sooo does this mean you love me too tig-tig?”

“sigh fennec foxes mate for life [name]”

“…oh”

[leoncillo]

Oh god I thought my brain wanted a break. But I guess not? I just blacked out and this was in my notes when I came to idk y'all 🤷🏽‍♀️

SFW, GN reader (although I use "pretty"?), Black reader, Zohakuten best wingman

You notice the boys have been a bit listless so you decide to take them out. But individually. It must be tiring always being part of a group, right?

Sekido

Sekido jumps and nearly screams when the first thing he sees as he opens his eyes from his day time sleeping, is you straddling him, inches from his face.

"What the hell?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

"Is that even possible?" you ask, pondering with your finger on your chin.

"What do you want, you nuisance?!"

"Get up! We're going on a date."

"Do you know how long it'll take those idiots to get ready? Why didn't you let me plan this ahead of time?" he grumbled.

"Oh they're not going. It'll be just me and you tonight" you said booping him on the nose.

His face heats up and his cheeks start to match his eyes.

"Hehe are you blus-ahh" you yelp as he grows flips you off of his legs.

"How rude!"

"Just...just go get ready yourself! We'll meet at the door in 20 minutes" he said as he marched off to the shower.

20 minutes later

You could feel all eyes on you as you walked down the stairs. You settled on dark distressed flared jeans and a modest white blouse with a cutout window with a black and white cross body bag and white tennis shoes. You decided to keep your makeup natural and to put your hair in a low ponytail to hang over your shoulder.

"You look so pretty!" shouted Urogi.

"You look lovely, dear" said Aizetsu softly.

"I might have to be jealous of Sekido for once" Karaku said, snickering.

You reached the bottom only to realize Sekido and Zohakuten were both missing.

"Wait where is he-"

"I heard that you green eyed son of a bitch!" said Sekido as you all heard him approaching the top of the stairs, only to get smacked upside the head by Zohakuten.

"Watch the language, goddamnit. You're going on a date!"

There was complete silence.

Everyone's jaw was on the floor as Sekido descended the stairs.

His hair was neatly combed and shiny, with a few strands out to frame his face. He wore a burgundy long sleeved turtleneck paired with some crisp black slacks and black loafers. A gold chain adorned his chest, a gold watch held his wrist, and a gold belt buckle around the front of his waist. Was he wearing earrings?!

"No way! I can't believe it! Hahaha" said Karaku, nearly falling off the couch.

"You look good, Sekido!" shouted Urogi.

"You clean up nice" said Aizetsu.

"All thanks to me. You're welcome, y/n" said Zohakuten.

"Y/n?"

You didn't realize you were still speechless until his well defined chest was right in front of you.

"Right. Y-You look amazing, Sekido" you said as you looked away from each other, both a blushing mess.

"Shall we go?" said Sekido as he held out his hand.

As you two walked to the car, you remembered that this was your idea, that you're in control, and mentally got your game face ready. You snatched the car keys out of his hand and motioned him to the passenger side.

"Aht aht. I'm driving. You don't even know where I planned to take you anyway."

Sekido grit his teeth, but nodded and listened. You knew he didn't like NOT being in control, so you kissed him on the cheek for playing along.

"Jesus can we just go?!" he said flustered.

After about 20 minutes of driving, you pulled up to a nondescript warehouse building on a side of town neither of you have been to before.

Even for a demon, Sekido felt a little weirded out as he looked at the building from top to bottom. "Are you gonna try to kill me or something?"

"What?! Nooo, silly. You'll see. Let's go!" you said grabbing his arm and leading him inside.

Inside there were several made up stations and soundproof rooms. A bored looking college student sat at the registration booth and looked up lazily at the two of you. "How long?"

You hummed to yourself in thought. "Two hours, please."

Sekido quickly glanced at you, still extremely confused. Was this some kinda love hotel or something? The thought made him start blushing again.

"Right this way."

The college student let you inside one of the rooms and pointed at the long aprons and face shields for you, before leaving you to it.

While you were suiting up, Sekido looked around the room at the mannequins and ceramic dishware and vases and the line of baseball bats hung on the wall.

"Y/n, what the hell is this?" he turned to ask only to see you launch a glass bowl at the wall. "What in god's name are you doing?!"

"It's called a rage room, honey" you said trying to pry the next bowl from his hands, "smashing stuff is the point!"

"I'm not completely following? Humans these days are so weird!"

You thought for a second, "Hey remember that one mission you were on when Urogi got too excited and blew all of the windows out of the building?"

CRASH

A plate went flying into the wall.

"I'm still paying the bill off for the damages!" he said growling and reaching for a vase.

"Now you're getting it! But hold back a teeny bit. You're still a demon, dude" you said, eyeing the dent in the wall.

"What are the fake humans for?" he said eyeing the mannequins.

You grabbed a bat off the wall. "Remember Douma at the last upper moon meeting?...or just him in general?"

The bat was out of your hands in seconds and smashing into the mannequins crotch.

"Yeah!" you said hyping him up and giggling at the growing grin on his face.

"Are you not gonna keep smashing?" he asked.

You usually solved your anger issues pretty easily, but you figured you could find something in this world to be mad at and shrugged.

You threw a mug into the air and hit it with a bat. "I hate parallel parking!"

Then, you sent a plate into a wall "I hate meetings that could be e-mails!"

Sekido's smile only grew wider at your display of anger as he continued his assault on the mannequins and you thought you heard a "Karaku" in his rambling somewhere.

"Ouch!" you stopped after a flyaway chip of ceramic somehow made it past your face shield and nicked your cheek.

Sekido dropped everything immediately and made his way over to you. "What? What happened?!"

"Eh. I'm guess I'm still klutzy enough to get hurt through a shield" you said going to touch the cut on your cheek.

"Don't touch it! Let me see." he said, as he held your face gently and looked you over before kissing the cut and turning away, "You'll be okay. Put some of that human ointment on so it doesn't leave a scar. Let's go home before you hurt anything else."

"Aww, Seki, you-"

"I said let's go home!" he said , storming out and hiding his face.

[dogwittaablog]

I actually really like kale’s wife’s aesthetic its less basic than other wags but still very Hailey Bieber basic in general. Like she’s not wearing anything that makes me think she’s a fashion girlie it’s more you look put together but this is very clearly just basic clean girl. One thing that makes me hehe a little is howden’s wife’s store that she constantly says she’s gonna be consistently posting about but does like one post a year. And I get that motherhood makes stuff difficult but like my mom worked in corporate and raised kids so it’s like you just don’t wanna work hard?? It’s so wild to me how even now so many women are happy just being a support system for their bf or husband. And ik girls don’t hate and being a homemaker is a huge job too but like it’s just so different from me it’s hard to wrap my head around it. Super long rant but I still hold out some hope he wont get with someone that basic just cause of his sisters. The older sister also had a hockey bf that she didn’t move countries for and continued doing her own thing while they were long distance which probably contributed to their break up, and the younger one is clearly very into her own hobbies and interests - they just don’t seem like girls who would follow a guy around or make their whole IG about their bf.

Respectfully so I feel like a bunch of these wags do "side hustles" or whatever just to try to make themselves look like they actually don't just have their husbands money and that they "work". When it's evident their business launched in whatever is just to make themselves look busy and independent when they vast majority of the time they really aren't... lmao.

I'm all in for people who want to start up something but sometimes ill be seeing these wags on some bullshit and it pisses me off for instance I saw this one rangers wife who makes fan merch but tell me why is that goof charging $150+ for jackets and $50+ for hats and they're the most tackiest poorly made things I've ever seen in my life... mind you if the quality, work is there and she's trying to run up people like that I can 100% support it, but she's fucking tripping. Also there is a bunch of them similar to Howden's wife who does some start up and is passionate about it for a solid 6 months and then forgets/gives up on it. Which just shows to me at least that they just launch this kind of shit just so when someone asks what they can provide some bullshit answer "I run a business" more then "I am just a stay at home mom" LOL.

There is always hope in some way he can bag someone moderately interesting even when we think it might not happen, who knows haha character development is probably still kicking in for him. But then again if he ends up with someone super basic and typical it wouldn't be much of a shocker. Sometimes guys do get influenced by their sisters characteristics when it comes to who they date, we shall see. I'm on the fence if he is the type to care if his sisters like his gf or not, initially I assumed he would but I kind of think it's a 50/50 more I think about it.

*As noted there are a bunch of wags across the boards to look into and I am sure there are some that work hard and are passionate about things and pour there heart and soul into there own careers and projects and don't eat. sleep. breath. there man*

[the-nocturnal-writer]

Evenfall Grove Dev Log

So I decided to start a little Dev log to keep both anyone interested in Evenfall Grove updated and to set some tasks for myself that I want to be completed before the next log!

That said, I'll try to make this a weekly or fortnightly thing and have much to ramble about!

Worldbuilding.

Firstly, been working on a bit of worldbuilding for Evenfall, lots of developing pieces of lore, making some pinpoint places within the town and notable locals.

One place I've loved designing the most is The Wolf Den! Which is MC's home and work, being the Inn and Pub for Evenfall. It's where the reader is going to be and basically be a safe haven, so I want to put a lot of detail and comfort into it. I'm thinking of also making it a point for upping skills? But we'll see after filling in a few more bits and pieces.

There are a few other places I already have planned, like the library, clinic and a few main stores key to the story. I have ideas for things like guard towers or somewhere the Evenfall Guards train and sleep. (We shall talk more about guards in Evenfall later... They will be a bane to MC's existence).

Character Development

As I mentioned in a previous post, I've been fiddling with characters a bunch and one is a guardian sort of character for the MC!

Nana Ripley! She will be a big part of MC's life and will be one (if the only) character that the reader can 100% trust. Ripley is very much a comfort character for me, just a tough old granny who is protective of the MC (and has a slight hate for hunters).

Ripley isn't the only character I've been working on, also planning some notable locals important to the plot or worldbuilding, plus (of course) the Romanacable characters!

So far, the concrete options;

The Stranger! A mysterious man enters the town of Evenfall. His purpose? Who knows. But he certainly has the locals talking and staring. One thing is for sure... He owns a very good boy. (I couldn't help it and gave the dear stranger a canine best friend).

The Doctor! Evenfall's strongest (and only) doctor and healer. He is the master of combining magic and science, being a kind heart with a gentle smile... Though something lurks with the kind doctor.

As for other options, I have ideas, but till I'm sure of what exactly I'm going to pick and use (I will give a hint that there is going to be a lovely lady lending MC books).

Features? Ideas!

I'll try to keep it short since I'm excited to talk about a lot, but the last thing I shall mention is a few ideas for features I had (features? Well more additional options to the IF).

Idea one is the option for the reader's witch to have Familiars. I would love to hear some animals you all would like to see (I like the idea of a crocodile being a reptile option for a Familiar! 🥺 Giant chomper protector is you would.) I would think also of things like felines, canines, birds and reptiles.

I definitely want hell hounds to be an option since when designing one for a character... it turned into just a bigger, fluffier malamute pffft. I think it would be a great companion in the story.

That is my only idea so far since I haven't delved too much into them, but thought of Familiars and figured it would be interesting to note down for the future (when I really dive into it all).

Oh! I also am designing a proper title cover and story description to post, since I don't really feel the one I made at 5am with a bunch of coffee is very creative or well-planned hehe. That is all for now, I might add more next log if I forgot anything...

~ Red

[that-was-anticlimactic]

Can you doodle Katara (ATLA) and Korra (LOK), please? they're my two all-time favorite characters in those fandoms. <3

kit my beloved !!! may i offer some lovely water tribe ladies <3

[ID: two photos: photo one is a yellow sticky note with katara from avatar: the last airbender drawn in pen. she has black hair in a braid with the hair loopies. she’s wearing her usual outfit with her mother’s necklace. she has three freckles on each cheek and two on her nose. “KATARA” is written on the top left corner in all caps and in light blue with a squiggly line of the same color under her name. “I’ve always been a smart girl…” is written on the top right corner in dark blue. there is a light blue heart drawn on either side of her.

the second photo is of korra from legend of korra also on a yellow sticky note. her hair is short and down and black as well. there’s a pink blush on each cheek. she’s in her usual blue republic city outfit. “I’ve always been a tough girl…” is written in dark blue in the top left corner while “KORRA” is written in light blue in the top right corner. there is a blue squiggly line under “KORRA” and two red hearts, one on either side of korra. end ID.]

sorry they aren’t super good—I’m not the best artist ever—but I had fun! unfortunately, since I have been drawing with pen, i did not have brown for their hair or their eyes :/ so I had to do black hair and blue eyes :/ I wish it wasn’t so but I had already colored their clothes in when I realized I did not have brown and it looked too weird without the hair colored in.

anyways, thanks for the request :) everyone feel free to send more doodle requests in my ask box because I like doodling before bed and in class :)

[golden-wingseos]

when you get injured

featuring —

✧ albedo x f!reader, xiao x gn!reader

warnings ―

✧ not proofread, reader is a polearm user, traveler is lumine (reader is not traveler), gore, descriptions of blood

notes ―

✧ hehe albedo, also xiao’s kind of rushed! i apologize

𝑨𝑳𝑩𝑬𝑫𝑶 — ❝ ᴋʀᴇɪᴅᴇᴘʀɪɴᴢ ❞

dragonspine was no utopia

except... maybe for those snow-adjusted fatui. their camps infested the mountain everywhere like leeches, invading your peaceful day like an unwanted raccoon digging through your boons

and yet, the one day you were not met with the sight of fatui (thank barbatos), you were instead met with a beautiful, agonizing, frostarm lawachurl (no thank you barbatos)

Incredulously, you smiled in exasperation. No, no way there was a Frostarm Lawachurl in the middle of nowhere—not when you were leisurely making your way down from Albedo’s camp!

(Fun Fact: There was in fact a Frostarm Lawachurl.)

And, very unfortunately for you (and your fluffy coat), the yeti managed to spot you like a sore thumb, sticking out pretentiously in the white backdrop of Dragonspine.

Materializing your polearm in the palm of your hand, you stabbed the staff into the snow, readying yourselves for a very unprepared battle.

“Let’s make this quick, shall we?” Grinning, icicles ricocheted towards your direction.

―

“Do you perhaps feel anything different?” Albedo asked, examining the Traveler as she chugged down the potion, her face morphing into confusion from the bubbling sensation in her stomach.

“My stomach... burns,” Lumine mumbled, staring at the now-empty beaker.

“I see. That’s good, I was expecting such a result,” Dismissing the complaint, Albedo turned back to his main table, ignoring the complaints and demands from Paimon as teal eyes picked up a familiar figure in the distance.

“...?” Craning his head to adjust to the sudden sight, his eyebrows raised in surprise upon the daunting realization that the ‘familiar figure’ was none other than . . .

You.

“Huh?!” Paimon and Lumine both exclaimed, their jaws hanging open.

―

Impaling your spear into the chest of the lawachurl, a small sigh left your lips as soon as its body disintegrated into a fine dust.

The sweat on your forehead chilled at the touch of the wind, a furious blizzard forming as you spared no time glancing around, [e/c] eyes widening in shock at the sight of a pale-blonde male rushing towards you.

Rushing as in speedwalking—of course, Albedo would never lose his grace when it came to any matter!

“[Y/N]...” His voice held the faintest hues of urgency as a gloved finger rested on the bottom of your chin, tilting it slightly as he seemed to examine the side of your face.

“Oh, hi Albed—“

“We need to get you back to my camp,” A hand resting on the small of your back, the alchemist led you back to his rustic laboratory, the Traveler following as a bodyguard. 

“What? Why? I’m fine—“ 

Lifting his gloves up, Albedo revealed the trickles of crimson red liquid, coming personally from your face.

“Huh...?” Holding a hand up to feel the side of your forehead, the blonde stopped you midway as to shield the wound from any possible infection your fingertips may carry.

“You do not feel anything because of adrenaline, but once it dies down it will hurt quite a bit. I apologize for not escorting you down myself. I will not let this happen again,” The alchemist was poised, but you could see in the churn of his oceanic irises that he was anything but calm and collected.

His eyebrows were furrowed, his fingers slightly trembling as his gloves were dipped in your blood, your pain (though you may not feel it now).

And as the blizzard cascaded behind you, strong currents of wind whipped against your face, stinging your wound with a frostbite overriding the blood.

—Though, he was prepared. Shielding you with his own body, he pulled a handkerchief from his waist, pressing it against your wound as the pink silk was stained a red, similar to a silk flower.

The silk was not to collect blood, no, it was to seal off the gash until he could at least get back to his camp.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I know it may start hurting a little, but please hang on, okay?”

His tone was... soft. As if you were a baby, or, or a prized discovery. Perhaps, he was a bit embarrassed to say such things in front of someone so openly, the Traveler and her peeping mascot no less.

But with a voice like that—who were you to say no?

𝑿𝑰𝑨𝑶 — ❝ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴛ ʏᴀᴋꜱʜᴀ ❞

xiao knew you were strong

and unfortunately, with strength comes recklessness

you were off on a commission to destroy some abyss mages—this wasn’t what worried him, though

what did worry him was the fact that immediately after you abolished those abyss mages, you took yet another commission to collect some items from the oceanid of qingce!

haha, what? 

“You’re kidding, right?” Xiao crossed his arms, glaring at you with a boiling disappointment, fury, worry, anxiety, panic—

“Of course not! I’ll plummet those illusions, trust me!” You smiled, wincing as soon as the Yaksha flicked your forehead lightly.

“And if you don’t?”

“I’ll call you!”

Perhaps, that was what gave him some ease. You’d call him. All you had to do was speak his name and he’d be there in an instant.

.

.

.

He furrowed his eyebrows once the moon rose—and yet, you still have not or did not call him.

You had left during the afternoon—and now, it was dusk. Just what were you doing?

Xiao was logical. He was not going to jump to conclusions (even though his mind berated him with explanations of your silence that he did not want to hear). And if that meant sitting atop the roof of Wangshu Inn? So be it.

So he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Growing impatient, he jumped off the top of the balcony, disappearing before he could reach the ground as he went to go take out his frustrations on some unfortunate hilichurls.

Slice.

Were you hurt?

Squeal.

Were you unable to call him?

Slash.

. . . Did you succumb to the waters, and perhaps could not call him?

And as his mask dispersed, damaged and ominous remains of hilichurls scattering against his shoes...

He saw a silhouette, a lone silhouette in the distance—in front of the rising moon.

“...[Y/N]?”

The figure took a step forward.

Yellow irises met [e/c] ones, widening as soon as he took in your battered form. Your cheek swelled with a red as if you were stung by a mass of bees. Your arms and stomach wrapped with bandages upon bandages—

“What... happened?” He teleported to you, allowing you to collapse in his arms as his mouth hung slightly agape.

“I beat the water illusions, like I promised!” You laughed, coughing slightly as he lifted you in his arms, biting his tongue as to not chastise you for being so reckless (even though he definitely was going to later).

“You should’ve called me instead,” He grit his teeth, not wanting to look down at you. As beautiful as you were, it was unsightly to stare at your weakened figure.

“That’s kind of wimpy, don’t you think?” You paused, swallowing saliva as if you were trying to clear your dry throat.

“... Calling my adeptus boyfriend because I can’t beat a bunch of water morphs.”

Staring at you with a deadpan, he couldn’t fathom mortals and their ability to be so jubilant during times like these—times where they were hurt.

And yet, he sat beside you, cradling your hand in his as you narrated your epic-showdown against the Oceanid.

‘Listen now, lecture later,’ He told himself begrudgingly, eyes softening once they landed on your sleeping form.

He was going to have a bit of a chit-chat with that Oceanid later.

[jake-g-lockley]

Hey there ! You can Marc Spector x reader reader she’s have bad day ? And Marc Spector

Sanctuary  (Marc Spector x reader)

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Parings: Marc Spector x gn!reader

Warnings: Nothing much, a little bit about anxiety, other than that it's fluffy fluffy fluff.

EEE thanks for this request!! It’s my first time writing one of these and I hope it's not too long-winded hehe. (I also accidentally made this gender-neutral without realizing haha)

Word Count: 1.2k

Winters were the worst part of London. It was always damp, absolutely freezing and was due to put anyone in a bad mood. But here you were in your class being berated by your math lecturer for not understanding an equation. You had tears in your eyes and all you wanted to do was sink to the floor and never wake up anymore. 

Today was possibly the worst day you've ever had in your life. For a start, you woke up late, not hearing your alarm and had to rush to university for the exam that you spent all night preparing and worrying about your boyfriend Marc, who had yet to return from a mission. Your anxiety makes you check everything in the flat you and Marc shared about fifty times before leaving your place but in doing so, it makes you miss the bus. You spend 20 quid on an Uber to your university only to be stuck in the jam. 

You pray to whatever god is listening as you impatiently study your notes. Finally you got there and found out that you were 3 minutes late and you had to beg the invigilator to let you in, contemplating on whether you should be getting on your knees. They reluctantly let you in and you sped through the paper with ease, thinking that the bad luck you experienced in the morning was slowly fading away. 

That was until the math period. You were so tired from the night before that you found yourself swimming in a drowsy lake of sleep, struggling to focus on what your lecturer was trying to say. It took him exactly three tries to get your attention, whacking the heavy ruler he was carrying to bring you back from woozy land. 

You abruptly stood up, all thoughts of sleep forgotten as a new wave of fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins, making your heart thump in your chest cavity. Your lecturer asks you a question that you were of course unable to answer because you were not paying attention to what he was teaching. That's when the berating began. 

When he finally stopped to continue the lesson, you sank down into your seat, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone around you. You felt embarrassed and you could feel yourself deteriorating by the second; hungry, cold and tired. 

“Get to the bus, get home, sleep.” The same words echoed in your head over and over as the class dismissed. You were glad that you didn’t miss the bus again but your last bit of happiness slipped away as you saw the rain and the absence of your little umbrella in your bag. You had to walk a few blocks from the bus stop to your place and you knew that it was not going to end well.

You arrived at your final destination, threw open the door to your home and saw your beautiful boyfriend holding a glass of water and some pain medication. Just laying your eyes on him opened up the floodgates and you collapsed as he rushed to grab ahold of you.

You clung onto him like he was your life line as you sobbed, breathing in his light sandalwood scent, telling him how badly your day went and repeating again and again about how much you missed him. He runs his hands through your wet hair and smooths you over with sweet words until your sobbing subsides and you are left with hiccups. 

Marc looks at you, not disguising his worry as he wipes your eyes and brings you closer to him, as if you were close to falling into a deep abyss of pain.

“Let's get you warmed up shall we, sweetheart?” Marc murmurs in your ear as he scoops you up and makes his way into the bathroom, settling you down on the toilet with a flourish. You stare up at him, eyes welling up with tears again as he runs you a bath, rushing around to gather supplies. You relax slightly, inhaling the scented candles that he had lit as he sprinkled bath salts into the water. You take off all your dampened clothes and soaked your whole body into the steaming water. 

You sighed, letting the water cascade around you, washing your worries away. Marc gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead. He turns to leave and you catch his hand pulling him towards you, a sad pout on your lips. 

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere, just gonna go make you some dinner, gotta get some fuel in you darling. Just relax, I will be right back.” He winked and kissed you again. 

20 minutes later, you got out of the tub, already feeling much better than before. You then caught a whiff of something heavenly as you pulled a big fluffy robe around you and shuffled out of the bathroom, slipping on the fluffy slippers that Marc left outside for you. 

You’ve noticed that Marc had removed all your things from your wet bag and there were textbooks and notebooks hanging to dry on the chairs around the little dining table. You were too worked up to realize that the rain had done so much damage but you were grateful to Marc for trying to save your books and notes. 

“Feeling better, babes? I made your favorite! Fried noodles for milady.” Marc said bowing slightly and chuckling as you grabbed the bowl away from him, the pang of hunger consuming you. 

He grabs a fork with one hand and your hand with his free one and drags you to the sofa, sitting you down and grabbing the bowl back to feed you. You knew that this man before you would literally do anything for you and you would do anything for him too in a heartbeat, without any question. You eat in silence and you can’t help but feel guilty as he catches your eye. 

“I know what you’re thinking about, and I want you to stop and focus on me. You've had a stressful day, let me just take care of you for a change?” Marc said without missing a beat, as he feeds you the last forkful.

After you got dressed and Marc had put all the dishes away, you both curled up the sofa as you watched an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine with hot cocoa. You had your head on Marc’s lap as he aimlessly brushed his hand in your hair. A few minutes later, he stopped and you realized that he had succumbed to his own tiredness. You got up, grabbed the remote and turned the volume down and turned to stare at the sleeping figure beside you. 

You grabbed a small cushion and slowly pulled his head towards you, trying not to wake him up as you slipped it behind his neck. He didn’t stir. His face was relaxed, a big contrast to the hardened look that he constantly had etched upon his face. The mercenary was only vulnerable with you around him and you felt a surge of warmth and safety rush over you. You laid your head back down onto his lap, lacing your soft fingers in his large rough ones, knowing that you have found sanctuary with this man. 

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

[sukirichi]

earned it [05]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. domestic abuse, car accident, slight angst, sexism, suggestive scenes, unedited and my naoya simping is obvious with this one, 

notes. TEAM NAOYA LET’S GOOOO *sighs* finally got this out from my drafts. anyways, here’s an earned it update while i recover from migraines because my schedule was so hectic last week and i’m so tired, might be sleeping a lot these days hence the hiatus :( also ik i keep saying this but future chapters will finally be more...UH SPICY AND MORE DRAMATIC, I guess? this is mostly an angst fic btw so please don’t expect too much fluff of heartwarming romance. there WILL be romance,,,it just takes some time hehe, anways ENJOY...or not :)

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Women were weak. Trained to be voiceless, compliant, and unable to fight – Naoya found them weak.

His own mother was the perfect epitome of that. For years, he’d watched her leave his father’s room with dried tears, wiping them away with the back of her sleeves. When she saw a little Naoya standing at the edge of the hallway, she’d immediately usher him back to his room, her tears replaced with a smile so convincing Naoya wouldn’t have believed she’d been crying if he hadn’t seen it for himself.

Naoya wasn’t stupid. How could he be when day and night, he’s surrounded by tutors, expected to take over his clan and lead them all to a brighter future?

How could he be stupid when he can’t sleep at night, for the screams and cries of his mother, the sound of palm hitting cheek resonating just from the other room, accompanied with the insults directed her way by his own father?

How could he be so stupid when he looked up to his mother – who he believed was the only source of light in the rather desolate walls of their manor – only to see that her beauty faded with each passing day, the brightness of her eyes now filled agony, with pain, with fear? She no longer smiled; not even for him. She no longer came around his room to read him bedtime stories no matter how much Naoya pleaded because he’d gotten tired of reciting scriptures and poetry. She no longer kissed him on the forehead as a morning greeting, opting to stay in the sidelines with her head bowed, acting as if she was a servant and not his mother.

Naoya wasn’t stupid. As the future leader of the Zen’in Clan, it was his duty to hear and see everything, to be wary of everyone around him and to observe. He knew his father abused her. He knew his father hated her, looked down on her, stepped on her at each moment he could. And as if that wasn’t enough, Naoya found out they weren’t married in the first place.

She had been nothing but a mere concubine whose role was to birth an heir. Now that Naoya had come to life, her purpose to live ceased to exist. And people who had no role in the Zen’in estate had no reason to stay any further.

“Mother,” Naoya cried out, tugging at his mother’s sleeve. “Mother, please don’t go, don’t leave me!”

She was crying again; he wished she’d stop doing that, that she’d stop being so weak. He wanted his mother to be strong and fight back, but she’s not even attempting to wipe her tears away this time, displaying her vulnerability and meek self to him. Had his father been there, she’d be scolded again, claiming that Naoya shouldn’t be exposed to behaviors of surrender and weakness.

His mother cupped his face, trying her best to keep the younger version of himself from dangling onto her robes; the expensive, silk material the last evidence she’d ever been a part of them.

“Naoya, baby, it’s okay. You need to grow up strong and be the clan leader, okay?”

“But why do you have to leave? Why do you never fight back?”

“I’m sorry, dear...” was all she said, finally kissing him on the forehead like she’d failed to do so for the past months. Somehow, it didn’t make him feel any better. Instead, Naoya’s cries grows louder with each minute, loud enough that he caught the attention of his manservants who paled at the Young Master’s wails that was sure to displease his father locked inside his study. His mother sent a glance their way that expressed messages he couldn’t yet understand due to his innocence. Strong arms wrapped around his smaller frame until they dragged Naoya away from his mother, the sight of a luggage behind her turning him weak in the knees.

“Remember, Mother always loves you.”

“No!” he fought against their hold. His servants did all they could to not harm the Young Master’s skin, but Naoya was too strong, too desperate that they were unable to hold him back.

Naoya kept running and running, uncaring of the fact his loose robes hindered him from going at full speed. He didn’t stop, even as his servants had trailed after him, desperate pleas for the Young Master to come back falling into deaf ears. His mother had arrived on a nearby bus from the open roads that led outside the Zen’in Estate’s outer gates, her hand frozen on the doors with her head slightly tilted to the side.

That slight moment of hesitance – to look behind or leave everything behind – was what made Naoya stop in his tracks. He breathed hard, sweaty palms on his knees as he silently prayed to the divine beings to bring his mother back, for her to look at him one last time.

But she didn’t.

And Naoya was frozen in his tracks, everything colliding into one crash and burn that he failed to make sense of everything. He stood there and watched his mother hop into the bus, her decision to leave him behind final and irrevocable. What had rung louder then? The way his heart shattered into pieces, or the loud honking of an incoming car that not even his skilled team of guards could protect him from?

Naoya figured it must’ve been the muffled cries of his mother behind the windows that rung the loudest even if he hadn’t heard it.

Until now, he carried the mark his mother left behind; a gnarly scar running inches from his kneecaps that throbs until now. It reminds him every day what could happen to someone once they’re weak, once they’re vulnerable, the horrifying consequence of not being strong enough to face in this world like a huge slap in his face. In a way, he felt grateful for the scar; at least it was proof he’d done his best to run after his mother, and this injury just taught him it was best to face things head on instead of running away.

This scar would always tell him that running away was never the option, and that was why Naoya felt so strong, so disappointed when he met you. Naoya saw much potential in you – the wrath firing in your eyes and the will to fight back is what pulled him in on the first place – and yet you were already trembling on the ground, your sweat dripping on the floor.

“Stand up!” he demanded, tapping his cane on the ground as he wobbled to his feet. “Do you really think being weak will make you survive in this world?”

“I’m trying!”

“You’re not trying hard enough,” he spat out, matching the intensity of your glare. Had you been any lesser of a woman, a servant, he’d have your eyes gouged out. But to him, you were a vessel of hope, an embodiment of strength he could help you hone that he let you off. Still, he felt extremely let down that he expected so much from you, and you’ve been pathetic so far.

Naoya shook his head as he left. “You’re going to die the moment you step out of here. And to think I actually had high hopes for you. As expected, you women are weak and pathetic. Each one of you is useless.”

He didn’t get very far when his injury throbbed again. Naoya fell to his knees and immediately bit down on his lip to conceal his groans, but it was too late. You’ve rushed to him in an instant, already pulling his slacks upwards to get a good look at his knee. Worry is painted all over your features still drenched in sweat and exhaustion, and he pried your hand away, a frown deep on his lips.

“Get away from me. I don’t need a woman’s help.”

“You’re so uptight, you know that?” you rebutted with a roll of your eyes. Naoya watched as you skipped to the nearest medical kit he always kept in his training grounds (which he rarely used) and popping out painkillers to hand to him. “Just shut up and let me take care of you. Unlike you, I don’t walk around calling people weak, and you having this injury never made you weak in my eyes, but you’re not impotent either,” scoffing at him, you pushed the bottle of water to a very annoyed looking Naoya. “At least let me take care of you every once in a while.”

His whole life, Naoya knew nothing but the familiar bitter cold. Being served tea, scaring his servants with his mere presence, the toxic view that everyone was below them drilled into his own head – that had been his life, and his feelings about it were neither hot nor cold.

To him, it was just the way he’s supposed to be.

But the warmth of your hands, the tenderness of your touch to his scars not because you found him weak but rather you cared for him…it tugged at his heartstrings. That had been at least five years ago and Naoya still remembered that moment very clearly.

He couldn’t understand whether he hated his inability to run away or not, because to be around you confused him to no end. One moment, he saw you as nothing but his one way ticket to fortune, but when he was alone with you, he was beginning to see you more as a woman rather than a pawn to his game. Soon, you became more than that, and nothing had terrified him even more that he let someone in his heart just like that.

Did he love you? No, most definitely not. A man like him didn’t know how to love. But with you – every time he saw you – Naoya is confident to admit that he could somehow understand what love meant.

It had been a hellish trip – one he’d never admit it out loud that he wished to never go on again. He was just happy to be home before he laughed, because home? He’d never thought he’d ever say that, yet there he was, beaming at the sight of you pushing your weight off the limousine.

You looked as stunning as usual, running up to him even with your heels before wrapping your arms around his neck. Usually, Naoya didn’t like public displays of affection since it could greatly deter his reputation, but everyone knew both of you weren’t each other’s weaknesses that he didn’t care whether his people could see their leader grinning as his wife welcomed with a kiss. Naoya balanced himself on his cane to encircle a hand to your waist, pulling you closer and burying his face in your hair.

“I missed you,” you mumbled with your head buried in his shoulder.

Naoya’s smile wasn’t any less affectionate. “I missed you more.” And he did – a whole lot. Even as you both made it inside the limousine, the tablet passed to him per the usual to update him on what happened on the few days of his absence, Naoya couldn’t keep his hands to himself. His cane balanced between his knee and the door, while his free hand intertwined with yours, mindlessly caressing the matching rings that symbolized more trust than love.

“How did it go?” he brought your knuckles up to his lips and kissed it, his attention still focused on today’s stock market. “Did you convince him to lend us the lab?”

“Yes, my love, everything is under control. I told you I had it.”

“Cunning little minx,” he smirked at the confidence and triumph dripping from your voice. Naoya shut his tablet off with a click, hauling you until you were resting on his lap. Giggles erupted beautifully from your lips as you pressed your forehead to his, both your smiles equally mischievous. “Did you sleep with him?”

“No. Satoru is still hopelessly in love with me, so it didn’t really take much to push him to the edge with a few tears and white lies,” you smiled at him, soon dropping from your face when Naoya’s eyes darkened with an unreadable – no, unfamiliar hint of worry behind them. “Naoya,” you caressed his leg, “I don’t care about him anymore, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I just want to survive and put everything behind,” you cupped his face and forced him to look you in the eye, making sure he heard every bit of sincerity in your voice. “You know I love you, right? I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. Him coming back doesn’t change a thing.”

“I know that,” he said, although deep down, in the dark recesses of his heart, something agonizing stirred within.

You were a smart woman – too intelligent that he may have feared you had he been any lesser – who could easily read through him, but Naoya wanted to be a step ahead of you that he caught your lips to stop you from seeking beneath his soul already. He knew that if you looked a little too close, you’d see everything, and that would be the last thing he wanted.

Snaking his tongue past your lips, he greedily swallowed your moans. Naoya’s touch was possessive as he gripped your thigh, seconds away from ripping off the material of your dress. He only stopped once he saw his driver pale in awkwardness, and he chuckled to himself, squeezing your hips to stop you from grinding on his thigh.  

“You’re always so good for me,” he praised, “I might just reward you once we get home.”

Home. Prior to meeting you, home had been nothing but a word in his extensive vocabulary. Home had been nothing but something that carried a meaning but no significance in his living, but now that he’d met you, home felt familiar. Home smelled like rose-scented shampoos, it resonated of bubbly laughter and curious hands finding its way to its belt. Home…you’d just given him something to lose.

As per the plan, you managed to sneak past Satoru’s defenses. Naoya had once said that your secret weapon was not your tempting nature as a woman, but rather your intelligence that sometimes put his to shame. He’d shamelessly announced his plan to use you again with the goal of taking matters into your own hands, looping Satoru into the picture until you have him wrapped around your finger again.

It turned out to be easier than expected. Truthfully, you wanted to refuse. It wasn’t because you were worried you’d beat yourself in your own game and fall for Satoru again, but because it felt so uncomfortable to hold him like that, to kiss him like that.

Each second you spent with him just served as a painful reminder of how he’d mindlessly pushed you to the side from a failed plan of ‘protecting’ you.

However, you couldn’t complain nor deny Naoya’s wishes. He wanted to use your abilities to the fullest of its extent and bring out your potential. Besides, you trusted him wholeheartedly that you’d never question his motives, even if it included seducing Satoru with crocodile tears and a faux broken heart to get him to bend and move at your will. After all, your will was also Naoya’s, and that was what made the both of you so dangerous together.

Standing here now in Satoru’s laboraty, sending him phoney desperate glances as you clutched your husband’s hand, the game had just begun.

He was giving you both a tour of what you could use from his laboratory, and Naoya had kept silent the whole time. The whole drug manufacturing was more your expertise than his. He simply observed everything with watchful eyes, his gaze darting between Satoru’s longing ones and yours. It was a play pretend of push and pull, everyone in the room except for Satoru unaware that soon, you’d bare your fangs to rip his neck apart, and then you’d stand aside and let Naoya finish the business.

You would’ve laughed had Naoya not tightened his grip on your hand. Both you and Satoru paused as Naoya desperately shushed you up, his eyes wide and floating from one corner to another.

Suddenly, a loud explosion came out of nowhere. The blast crushed half of the building to bare rubble and concrete and you saw nothing but black, inhaled so much smoke that your lungs quivered. The ringing in your ears didn’t stop as you wobbled to unsteady legs, waving the smoke away and coughing whatever filled your system. Satoru was right beside you, his long limbs quicker than yours before he hauled you up, checking to see if you had injuries but you were too scared, too desolate to care for his worry.

For your husband laid under a pile of rubble, an arm and his head the only parts of his body saved from the explosion.

“Naoya!” You screamed and pushed Gojo away, taking your heels off before darting straight to where he was. Jumping from broken debris to one another, your feet scraped and burned with each contact, the ringing in your ears growing louder along with the pounding of your heartbeat.

“Naoya, baby, no!” you tried to pick up the heavy slab of concrete that had crushed his body, tears blurring your vision until Naoya’s blond hair swiveled with his dark clothes. “Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t you fucking dare-”

“Gojo,” he choked out blood. You fell to your knees as you cupped his face and grasped his hand all the while, your entire body shaking. His name kept falling from your lips as you asked him to stand up but he pushed your hand away, not sparing you another glance as he glared at the shock still man behind you. “Take her someplace far – somewhere he won’t find the both of you. It’s T-Toji.”

“No, Naoya, please! I’m not leaving without you!” It was too late. Satoru had easily carried you and threw you over his shoulder, running away from the scene because that was what he was best at. You pounded at his back as the smoke enlarged and covered the entirety of the building that had fizzled with chemicals inside, your husband starting to disappear from view. “Satoru, let me go! We can’t just leave him there!”

“Listen to your husband! He knows what he’s doing!”

As the smoke cleared for a split second, your world stilled. Naoya’s face was smothered with dirt and stains, pain evident on his twisted features, and yet – he was smiling. “Go,” he mouthed, hands outstretched far enough for your matching rings to glint under the sparkling lights. “Live.”

You slumped into Satoru’s arms. It was too late.

You couldn’t comprehend the events that happened afterwards. Satoru had pushed you inside his car before taking off to who knows where. All you knew was that you’d left your husband behind, and you stared emptily at the streets that flashed by, unable to feel or understand anything. It wasn’t until Satoru dragged you out by the wrist and a plane whirring before you snapped you back to life, your feet turning heavy as you plant yourself on the ground.

Satoru looked back at you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you shook your head, “I’m not leaving him behind, Satoru, he’s all I have. I need to save him – even if it means I die.”

“You’re not going to die,” he starts off slowly. Satoru moves to place his hands down on your shoulders as if to brace you, even going as far as to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but you couldn’t really listen, not when the plane hummed to life and remnants of the explosion still clung to your skin.

“Listen, Naoya is a smart man, okay? You know that yourself. He’ll survive, you just need to trust that he’ll make it. Now we have to go before Toji catches up to us and we end up all dying here!” he shook you back to life when your sobs overpowered his speech that fell on deaf ears, and you cried harder, much less like a little girl who quivered in his arms. Satoru sighed, perhaps just as broken from seeing you this way. “He told you to live. Naoya isn’t asking you to die for him, he’s asking you to live and if you don’t get on the plane, we can’t fulfill his wish,” he convinced, but you only bit your lip, still looking back at the car. You could steal it – one punch to his nose and you could easily get away, get back to Naoya, until he said, “You love him right? So respect his wishes.”

You love him. You love Naoya. He would’ve wanted me to live. He asked me to live.

That was the only consolation you could give yourself as you allowed Satoru to take you inside. His right hand man, Geto or something, quietly closed the cabin doors behind you. He was making sure his boss was situated, who in turn was fretting over you. All it took was one last warning glare sent Satoru’s way before he backed off, raising his hands in surrender and falling back to his seat.

Sooner than you’d like, the plane had took off, leaving your heart right behind with each passing second. The higher you flew up in the air, the number you became.

“Where are we going?”

“I have a base in Italy. We should be safe there for a while. Gather resources, plan our next move, contact friends...we’ll be fine,” Satoru pinched the bridge of his nose. It was hard to believe things would be fine when he too seemed restless; whatever happened between him and Toji must’ve really left a scar; not that you cared. You huffed away from Satoru and stared outside the windows instead, your heart dropping the farther Japan was becoming. “Hey. You should get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”

“Whatever,” you snapped at him. You couldn’t stand his voice, not even if he’s saved you.

The only thing that mattered now was living up to Naoya’s wish, and as much as you hated it, Satoru was right. You had to hope he would survive.

The chances of him making it out were low, but knowing Naoya, low chances weren’t zero. As long as he had a little bit of something, he would keep pushing. You just had to place your trust in him.

Kissing your dusty ring, you wiped away your tears one last time, eyes shut tight as you chanted over and over, live, live, live for me! Live! Naoya couldn’t give up that easily. You both had a long way to go, still so many places to travel, thousand more enemies to conquer and defeat. He promised you the fun was just beginning and that you’d get your revenge soon, and Naoya never broke his promises. So you had to trust, had no other choice but to believe that soon he’d be right beside you. He may not be able to completely walk anymore, though none of that mattered. You just wanted to be with him again.

You didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep until Satoru’s hushed whispers woke you up. Sitting up straight, you saw him scowling to whoever he’s talking to on the phone. He looked grim, long, slender fingers caressing his forehead as he sighed. Whatever he heard, it couldn’t have been good, and curiosity got the best of you before you could help it.

“What is it?” Satoru stilled at the sound of your voice, having not expected you to be awake. He refused to meet your eyes as he shut his phone. It angered you further and you stalked his way, slapping a palm down the table before him. “I said, what is it?”

“It’s Naoya...” he said through clenched teeth, still refusing to look you in the eye. “He didn’t make it.”

notes. team naoya...let’s go...cry 😭 when I said I would write more gojo x reader scenes and that they’re still the pairing, I meant it, I just had to take a dark route anyways DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND WHY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO UPDATE THIS, I DIDN’T WANT TO DO THIS TO NAOYA BAE 😭 but on the bright side, italy arc is gonna be SHEESH

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[xcrystalzero]

sun is up

pairing: kaeya x f!reader

summary: who knew that waking up next to a stupidly handsome cavalry captain could be so conflicting?

note: hehe. also this one is a little spicy (not very because i'm shy but still) so minors begone!

The sunlight was hitting your face from the wrong side. With a groan, you threw a hand over your eyes in an effort to block out the intruding rays. Not to much avail of course since sunlight had a tendency to seep in through any opening it was given.

It was warm too, a gentle, unfamiliar warmth that seemed to surround you, seeping into your bones and tempting you again and again with the comfortable lull of sleep.

However, your brain knew that it was morning now and no matter how tight you closed your eyes or how deep you snuggled back into the blankets, you weren't going to be able to go back to sleep.

With a resigned sigh, you let your hand fall back down to your side, allowing your eyes to flutter gently open. The sight that greeted you was no less than disorienting.

You had been right, the sunlight was coming from the wrong side of the room. Maybe because this wasn't your room. Sitting up, your still drowsy brain decided that it was time to take a look around. The room wasn't extravagant, but not quite bare either. That wasn't what caught your attention however.

On the ground just a few feet from the edge of the bed lay a pile of clothing. It occurred very slowly to your still offline brain that some of that was yours. You could see it from here, the worn pants from your Knight's of Favonius uniform and that lacy black bra you had bought a few days ago in an effort to feel just a little more sexy. Oh how you loved that bra.

The other half of the clothing however, was a bit of a mystery. Cocking your head, you identified a pair of brown boots, what looked like black gloves, and fluffy white fur collar. Those seemed familiar for some reason.

It was at that moment that you felt the bed shift slightly under you. With a soft gasp, you whirled around, drowsiness falling away in sudden panic as you prepared for an ambush.

You were not however, prepared for what you did see.

It was no secret that Kaeya was a beautiful man. From the deep navy of his hair to the physique his work as a captain had earned him, he was attractive and he knew it. The sight before you now however, was by far the most beautiful side of Kaeya you had ever seen.

His face was turned towards you, half buried in the pillow his head was resting on, silky strands of hair fanned around him in a deep blue halo. The sunlight that had so rudely awoken you cast gentle rays on his face, turning his tanned skin golden and accentuating the line of his collarbone not concealed by the covers. Perhaps the most majestic part however, was his expression. Kaeya was an expressive man and you'd seen just about every emotion, real or fake, cross his features at one point or another. Now however, all those exaggerated angles were gone and for once in his life, the Cavalry Captain looked relaxed. And then he shifted just a bit, the covers rising slightly to reveal the side of his toned torso.

Relaxed and naked apparently...

"Oh shi-" you smacked a hand over your mouth, eyes blowing wide open in horror as things actually started to register. Kaeya Alberich was in your bed. Or no, you were in his? And he was naked. And you were also definitely naked. And-

Unbidden, images of last night rushed forth and you remembered.

"My beautiful [name], would you be so kind as to join me at the tavern this evening?"

That was what had started it. A simple invitation when you really needed a drink. If you remembered correctly, Kaeya hadn't been much better considering how many bottles of wine you two had gotten through before Diluc had grown cross and kicked you out.

You remembered very well, the midnight wind in your hair and Kaeya's hand on your shoulder as you drunkenly braved the streets of Mondstat. And then somehow, you'd been at his place. You just wanted to make sure that he was safe as you knew all too well the kind of messes drunk Kaeya could manage to get himself into.

Yes, you had just wanted to drop him off. But then he was so close to you and you were breathing in his scent, that stupidly comforting scent that you'd been trying for weeks to ignore. His lips were at your ear and he was asking you something in a desperate, very un-Kaeya voice.

"Please, can I kiss you?"

And you nodded because of course you did. No matter what the logical part of your brain tried to tell you every single time you were near him, you knew. This was what you had been hoping for, dreaming of ever since you had met him. You had told yourself it was impossible, that his flirtatious words were a luxury that everyone got to experience, thrown about with no less care than a comment about the weather.

But now, those words were saved just for you. Whispers of "you look so beautiful like this" and "you're so good for me" spoken softly enough that your doubted even the wind could catch them. And then his hands were on you, cold cryo fingertips tracing up your waist and then to your back as they worked at hooks and pulled you further into him.

And your hands were in his hair and then on the clasps of his corset and the ties of his pants, yanking and throwing as though they were the things you hated most in the world. Perhaps at that point in your life, they had been. And then he had been on you, pushing you down into the bed as you arched upwards to meet him, the feeling of wanting to touch him the strongest thing you had felt in your entire life. And then he had reached down...

And... you had slept with your coworker.

It took all the self control in you not to leap out of the bed immediately as you considered your options. There was no way you could stay around until Kaeya woke up. Or, could you? Again, there was that voice in your brain, begging you to just nestle back into the covers and savor this time you got to spend with him. You had to ignore it. This wasn't anything special after all right? You two had just needed to blow off some steam and had seen each other as convenient.

Kaeya was just that kind of guy right? No strings attached, no commitments.

It didn't matter that just seeing him roaming the courtyard from your office window was enough to spike your heart rate through roof. That when he stood a little too close to you during meetings, you had to ball your hands into fists to resist grabbing the lapels of his jacket and smashing your lips into his right then and there.

"Please..." he had said. This stupid beautiful man was going to be the end of you.

"I just have to get out..." you muttered under your breath, pushing yourself into a sitting position in hopes that action would clear your thoughts. You got halfway off the bed when you heard it.

"And where do you think you're going?"

The world went cold. It took you a moment to work up the courage to turn towards the voice, eyes still wide in surprise as you did. You could have sworn that Kaeya was asleep. Everything had suggested it from the uniform rhythm of his breath to the limpness of his splayed arms.

And yet, there he was, very much awake, one visible eye glinting in amusement at your reaction.

"So the eyepatch stays on during sex..." was the only thought your brain could produce in that moment and you honestly could have slapped yourself.

"G-Good morning Kaeya..." you decided on instead, though it only seemed to amuse the man further as he too sat up right behind you.

"Good morning to you too. And to think you were trying to sneak out just a moment ago without saying anything to me..." He was close again, his breath on your ear sending a shiver down your spine. Slowly, his arms came up, sliding under yours before closing right underneath your chest, pulling you into his.

You wriggled slightly in his grip, breathe hitching as his lips made their way down, grazing against your neck. "I-I thought you'd like that better. Since this... this is just a one-time thing." The words hurt to get out and you felt Kaeya stiffen slight behind you.

Without warning, you were yanked backwards, a soft yelp escaping your lips as you found yourself nestled amongst the pillows once again, though this time, a pair of arms encircled you, caging you in with nowhere to run.

Kaeya's periwinkle eye looked down at you when your panicked gaze flew up to meet his, steady and more sincere than you were sure you had ever before seen.

"Now, is that what you really think of our relationship? I'm hurt..." He reached over, taking your chin gently in his fingers as he angled your head up towards him. "Do you want this to be a one-time thing?"

You gulped.

"No. I want you forever. I want you all the time and I just want you to want me too."

You couldn't say it. You couldn't risk it.

Kaeya must have mistaken your silence of a yes however as he retracted his hands immediately. He pulled himself off of you, settling on the edge of the bed with his back to you. It may have just been that stupid thing called hope, but for a moment, you thought that you say hurt in his gorgeous eye.

"Ah I see, well that's fine as well. For what it was, that was a pretty fun night. Shall we go get breakfast or something?" That had to be pain. He was good at hiding his emotions, but you knew Kaeya better than anyone. He was hurt.

"... no."

"Not a breakfast person? That's alright then, you're welcome to see yourself out whenever you'd like."

"No I don't want it to be a one-time thing. I want you Kaeya, for as long as you'll let me." You didn't know where the words were coming from but when he whirled to face you once more, hope in his eyes, you knew you couldn't stop. "So, please don't make me leave?"

Apparently that was all it took as you barely got a moment to breathe before his lips were on yours. It took you a moment but you returned the kiss, hands reaching up to pull him down into you. His lips were hungry, threatening to devour you if you didn't hold your ground. Unconsciously, you arched against him and through the kiss, you could feel his smile.

There was a strange warm feeling growing in your chest that only seemed to amplify the moment Kaeya pulled away, the most genuine smile you had ever seen from him plastered over his lips.

"Oh darling, you have no idea what you just got yourself into..."

note: maybe i'll write one of these for a bunch of characters... you guys wanna see that?

[anothertimdrakestan]

Batboys/YJ Boys Reaction To You Falling Asleep On Them

req: Hiya! If this is weird you don't have to write it but I fall asleep everywhere. All the time. So I was wondering if you would write a batboys/young justice boys reaction to their like s/o falling aslee on them and it's all fluffy and cute? I love your blog thanks!"

hi angel! this is totally cute hehe i also have a couple fics ab this too if u wanna read them :D anywho i hope you enjoy!

(i didn't do my normal 8 i picked the cutest ones so i could go a little more in depth i hope that's okay i can always do a pt 2!)

Tim Drake:

- i imagine this HAS to be you passing out next to him while he's grinding out case files

- you convinced him to slouch next to you while you watched tv and he worked on cases then suddenly your head lolled onto his shoulder and the slight vibrations of your breath clouded his brain

- he tried to focus through it the first 80 seconds but when your head started to fall off his shoulder he suddenly became a living y/n pillow, timidly wrapping his arm around you to prop you up better while trying to will his heart back down as it tried to beat out of his chest

- when you woke up you were on his chest, his arm slung around you, and a blanket draped over the two of you (thanks alfred) and he was passed out in his deepest sleep for a while

- needless to say there was definitely a "so hi good morning yea i'm in love with you too" conversation when he woke up and it was ADORABLE

Wally West:

- he'd love that shit at the beginning, thinking it's adorable how you can fall asleep standing up while he rocks you back and forth

- then he gets kinda antsy

- he resolved this problem by just picking you up bridal style and carrying you around with him

- like you'd pass out on the couch with him and then he's like "i want to go to my room for my phone" and suddenly you're picked up ever so delicately and promptly moved wherever he's off to next

- it literally looks like he's kidnapping you (he kinda is) but everybody learned to normalize it and now it's just a fundamental part of life like "op where ya off to wally?" "oh y/n fell asleep so we're going back to bed" and it's just normal now lmao

Jason Todd:

- i have this inexplainable belief that when you fall asleep randomly jason just instinctively wraps you in a blanket burrito

- when he was a kid alfred and bruce would find him sleeping around the manor (being robin is hard) and always tucked him in with a pillow and fuzzy blanket and he instinctively carried this concept over to you

- now, whenever you fall asleep he'll gently pull you out of the strange position and place you on the nearest soft surface then proceed to wrap you in either one of his massive sweatshirts (it's basically a blanket on you) or one of the fuzzy blankets he stole from dick

- you always wake up burrito-ed in, like the sides tucked and everything, jason's usually nearby- cooking or reading or there's a small note explaining that he's off vigilante-ing

- now it's a staple in your relationship, and on the off chance jay falls asleep randomly he can expect to wake up wrapped in fluffy warmth with you cuddled into his chest

- tim and dick have SO many blackmail photos of y'all snuggled up but bruce has a single, small picture he always keeps close of the two of you wrapped together the way he taught jason all those years ago ;) proud batdad moment

Gar Logan:

- gar LOVES that you're down to curl up for a catnap at any given time ;)

- he's content to let you cuddle in his lap while he plays video games, though he's definitely gotten in trouble for yelling too loud (not like you can't just fall back asleep lol)

- he also likes to suprise you with food or little gifts when you wake up, you love waking up to his large mischievous grin as he shows you his lastest find

- there's literally nothing better than deciding which fluffy animal you want to cuddle each day, so far pandas rank pretty high, very close to st. bernard doggos and tigers (which are surprisingly soft) but there's also something special about cuddling gar himself, letting him mindlessly run his hands through your hair while you use the slow sound of his breath to lull you to sleep, safe and protected by your guardian angel beast :)

Damian Wayne:

- dami is very chill about it, he won't necessarily cuddle you and swoon over your sleeping form rather defend you from any incoming "threats"

- "drake i recognize your step pattern, y/n is asleep and you shall not dare to wake them"

- "yes. y/n is asleep, do not stare Kent, it's rude"

- he takes special joy in getting to wake you up, there's a certain pride in knowing he's the last person you see before sleep and the first person you wake up to

- "mhm beloved we must go, please wake up dearest i hope you slept well" he's so soft with you, his tone still deep and rumbling but softer and cooler than his normal harsh quips

- he won't admit it, but his heart does a somersault everytime you do that little wake up yawn and stretch, if he weren't around his family he'd probably wrap you in his embrace and kiss your face until you'd completely woken up from the tickling

- but for now, he settles with holding your hand and gently guiding you wherever you're headed next, giving a loving squeeze to remind you he's always there for you no matter where you decided to pass out next

i hope you enjoyed! thanks for the req :) lmk if y'all would want a part two! ily!

[oshicakes]

calling their s/o dude

pairings. terushima yuuji x reader, yamamoto taketora x reader, tanaka ryuunosuke x reader

genre. fluff

Terushima Yuuji

it was the usual weekend with your boyfriend, just hanging out in their house. you're in the sofa while he's sitting on the floor.

he's busy with his phone and you're getting bored already. so you slowly crawl to him. letting his head settle between your thighs.

you took a lot of hair ties from your bag and started gathering some of his hair and tying it. you kept on going until his head is full of little horns.

he checked what you did to his hair using his phone by opening his front camera. he laughed how it looks at him.

"dude, what did you do to my hair?"

"really? dude?" you rolled your eyes on him.

"yes, you're my dude now."

you just keep quiet. you're already pissed with him. he keeps on ignoring you since you got inside their house and then now he just called you dude.

"dude, can you grab me some grape soda in the fridge?" even though you're pissed at him, you still grab him his drink. he just took his drink from you and said thanks without looking at you.

"you know what, ill just go home." you grab your things and headed towards the door.

he grabbed your wrist when your about to open their gate. "hey, im sorry. i was just trying to piss you off. you look hot when your pissed hehe."

"well, congrats you just pissed me of DUDE." you crossed your arms and glared at him.

"i know, im sorry. please, stay. plus mom's expecting you when she gets home."

"well his son just pissed me off. first he ignored me all day and just now he called me dude, what do you expect?"

he looked at you with his puppy eyes. he tugged you closer to him. "this son is saying sorry and won't do it every again. im sorry. please don't be mad at me anymore. ill be a good boy, now. i love you, mah love so sweet my cherry on top y/n."

"i love you too, DUDE." he winced when he heard you call him dude. now he understand that it feels so wrong calling you dude.

"ey, that felt so wrong."

"well not my problem anymore."

"huh, having that attitude again aren't we?"

"take it or leave it." you raised a brow on him and looked at him like you're challenging him.

he sighed. "okay." he then takes note to never piss you off again like this.

all through out the day you call him dude. even his mother asked you why and you just said that his son called you dude so you call him dude too. he just look like a kid that got scolded by his parents all through out that day too.

and when its time to sleep. you said "goodnight, dude." to him. he whines at you but still spooned you. he made a mental note not to call you dude anymore. it's like a curse and nightmare to him.

Yamamoto Taketora

you're out with your boyfriend, having a date after their team qualified to compete in nationals.

fingers intertwined while scrolling around the mall. trying to find something to buy. he spotted this known volleyball shoe brand, then dragged you there.

"woah! they released a new shoe collection! look at the white one, dude! it looks so cool!" you we're suprise but decided to get along with it and to kind of tease him.

"yes, dude. that looks amazing. buy it."

he didn't notice he called you dude and as well as you calling him dude instead of his name or babe.

he ends up buying that shoes. you both left the store with a wide smile plastered on his face.

"dude, let's eat some snacks. im kinda hungry."

his wide smile turned to confusion. he looked at you like you're some kind of alien. "what?" you innocently asked. he just shake his head and continue walking to your favorite cafe.

"what do you want, BABE?" that emphasis he put to the babe didn't escape your ears. that made you smirk.

"blueberry cheesecake and iced coffee please, thank you." after minutes he came back with his and your order. "thanks, dude."

that goes on until you both reached your house. you noticed his change of mood. you sighed and got guilty of teasing him by calling him dude all day.

"why the long face?" you touched his cheeks and gently rub it with your thumb.

he looked away from you and purse his lips. "you keep calling me dude."

"but you called me dude first." now he looked at you. "no, i didn't"

"yes, you did. you called me dude when you saw that shoes you bought." you chuckled.

"i didn't recall calling you dude earlier. but im sorry, i won't do it again."

"it's okay. i had fun teasing you anyway." you chuckled.

"so, you're not gonna call me dude anymore, right?"

you smirked at him. you kissed his cheeks and patted it lightly. "i'll think about it." then ran away from him

"BABE!" you stuck your tongue out to him before closing the door.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

you decided to go to his house today since he doesn't have any volleyball practice. and he's been telling you about this video game he borrowed from his sister's friend.

"dude, you suck at this game."

"now im dude? i thought it's my love?"

"no, it.. it just slip my mouth! you're my love, my baby, my babe! you're not dude."

"no, i think dude is cute. from now on, we call each other dude." you teased him.

"noooooo!" he whined like a child, stomping his feet and pouting his lips.

he jumped on you and pinned you down by wrapping his arms on your waist and his legs on your hips.

"dude, get off. your heavy."

"noooo! i won't get off until you stop calling me dude."

"you're the one who called me dude first."

"i know but it... it was nothing! don't think about it anymore! forget about it! call me ryuu again or my love!"

"but dude suits you more."

"no, we're not dudes!" he kissed you on your cheeks. "does dudes do this to each other?"

"yes, they do." you answered him. he kissed you on your lips, it lasted about two or three minutes. "now, does dudes do that?"

"yes, you just did it to me." he groaned to your answer while you just laughed at him. he looks like about to burst any minute now.

"get off now, dude. i need to pee."

"im not letting you go until you stop calling me dude." he even made his grip around you tighter but not to the point of hurting you.

"okay, okay, i won't call you dude again. now get off."

"you promise first."

"promise. i need to pee now."

"wait, if you call me dude again, you will have to buy me melonpan for two months."

"eyyyy, that's too much!"

"agree to it or you're stuck to me forever."

"okay, okay! get off now."

"where's your pinky?" you sighed and brought your pinky close to his face. he wears this stupid wide grin on his face. he then, intertwined his and your pinky. "now that our deal is sealed, you shall be free again, my love."

you heard his loud laugh while you ran your way to their bathroom. "hmp. it's just dude anyway, i can still call him bro." you said to yourself and start planning your revenge.

[overthemoonforyou]

[𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘] 𝗛𝗮𝗷𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄/𝗚𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀

[Image source linked at the end!] So I envisioned this scene idea because #1, I feel uncomfortable when I don't wear my glasses, and #2, I daydreamed about Hajime wearing glasses and I thought it was so cute so I decided to write about it! I hope you like the scene! :D

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It was late at night, nearly half-past eight pm. I just got out of the shower after a long day. Exhausted, I look around for my glasses halfheartedly, wanting to finish up a few tasks with Hajime before snuggling to bed. After a few short moments of scanning the room, I realized that I did not seem to find them anywhere.

"They can't simply just disappear like that, could they?" I frowned grumpily, a bit ticked off with myself.

Nearly investing ten minutes shuffling through my items, I couldn't bear my irritation anymore. I jogged to my shared bedroom, hoping maybe Hajime had a clue about my missing item.

"Honey? Have you happen to know where my glasses happened to be?" I shrugged, scratching my head with irritation, only inches away from him.

"Hmm?" Hajime responded, sitting in his office chair, his back facing my direction. He seemed just as puzzled as I was.

Dumbfounded, I exchanged my silence in return, unsure of what to do now. I felt like I was at rock bottom.

"Hmm. Well, it has to be here somewhere..." I pouted at the floor, trying to reminisce for possible locations of my glasses.

Hajime stood up without my awareness and placed his hands on my shoulders from behind, gradually relieving the knots in my shoulders.

"Where did you last recall seeing it?" he remarked, offering his assistance. I wanted to reply while seeing his expression, but with his head pressing against mine, I didn't feel like I should've moved.

"I placed it on my bedside table before I went to shower. That was the last time I saw it," I answered, still perplexed at where my glasses could be. I continued to glance around the room for a few more moments.

"I swear... where in the world could they be?"

Hajime paused and held back something that sounded like a snicker. He patted my head roughly as I turned to face him.

"Are you looking for these?" his smile radiating as I stared at him in awe, revealing the fact that he was wearing my glasses. Not surprisingly, the glasses matched his innocent demeanor. His green eyes shimmered even with glasses on.

Taken out of it, I briefly raise my eyebrows in suspicion and confusion.

"Huh?" I muttered out, my face flushing red.

"Looks like I got caught, huh?" Hajime snickered slyly, taking the glasses off and suspended them in front of my sight.

With my hands on my hips, I sulked lightheartedly, inching closer to him as I released a few giggles, "Never have I ever dreamed of having a boyfriend who could be such a sly fox."

"I guess it comes with the package," Hajime chuckled. As soon as I attempted to take the glasses back, he shot his hands higher away from my reach. I leaped from my toes and reached for them but, there was no use.

He leaned forward with his nose crinkling and his dimples appearing, "Haha, nice try, cutie."

"Rude... >:[" I scowled in response, eyeing his dangling tie as he tittered.

"You say I'm the fox here, but from this view, it looks like you're my itty-bitty, small fox. Look at you, trying to snatch your glasses back," he continued to tease, poking me in the stomach as he was nearly close to crying from holding back laughter.

"Ooh! Great! He's distracted!" I pondered at the unsuspecting Hajime, still trying to gasp for air from the aftermath of his pokes. Quickly, I tugged at his green tie to a lower height without fully taking into account that it must've hurt him at least a little. With less than a centimeter in between us, our lips clicked together as our pants muffled synchronically. Our hands grasped each other's hair tightly. I couldn't imagine how flustered he was. As we separated to get a whiff of fresh air, our eyes locked in passion. I gazed at his shocked olive-green eyes, which were glimmering in sepia from the dimmed bedroom lights.

"S-Sorry, sweetheart, did that hurt?... did I hurt your neck?" I murmured in a hushed tone, trying not to flinch from imagining his pain. Still gasping for air, I glanced away from his eyes, and my fingers stroked on his neck to soothe him.

"N-No... not really, only a bit. It was just so sudden," Hajime breathed out with a soft chuckle as he shut his eyes.

"Never thought someone could look so cute in glasses," I admitted while still being tired from his little jabs. I laughed with my smile widening when I found his flushed reaction.

"W-What? B-But you pull it off all the time!" he stuttered out, as his grip from our hug loosened quite a bit.

"Pfft- I doubt it! I wear them so often to the point where I practically look dead without them!" I mumbled under my breath with my arms crossed.

At that moment, he wrapped his arms around my waist. With my hands still around his neck, he paddled me along onto the bed as if he was a penguin. My glasses were still in his hands as he planted a kiss on my head from behind. He nuzzled his head upon mine. His warmth eased my rushing heartbeat.

"Y'know if you wanted glasses, surely we could have bought some, babe," I proceeded.

"No, it's okay," he smiled, handing the glasses back as he stroked my hair. "I was only messing around, love."

"Shall we get in bed?" He suggested, separating from the hug as he began to unfold our bedsheets.

I nodded, unsure of what to respond with next. I placed my glasses on the bedside table.

"I guess my tasks can wait until tomorrow," I muttered out, quickly dimming the lights and eagerly getting under the bedsheets.

From that moment and on, we spent a while sharing our day. Sharing silence and warmth, I felt so at peace, being in Hajime's arms, feeling his warm body pressed upon mine. Well, being around him is more than enough, to be exact.

***[Author's note: hehe Hajime's a big spoon for this scene :> :0]***

I sighed as his fingers scaled down my hair. His breath was trailing down my cold skin as he hummed made me feel a certain kind of way. Hearing his sweet, nurturing tone and our heartbeats pulsing in unison made me smile with bliss. It was nothing like I've ever felt before. Knowing that the love of my life was there with me and loved me too felt raw and heartwarming.

"Is this what people call 'love'?" I whispered with my head propped against his chest. I gazed at Hajime, realizing how carefree he looked to be. With his eyes closed and his neutral smile.

"Mmm, if it isn't... I don't know what it is..." Hajime sighed out breathlessly, still with his eyes shut.

"Mph, I love you, cutie," I shut my eyes as I couldn't help but smile at his words.

"I love you too... you're everything I could ever ask for and more," he snuggled closer as we locked lips continuously before drifting off to sleep with our hands around each other.

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[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.5 Sakamaki Laito [Track 1]

Original title: 潰れた苺

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 5 Sakamaki Laito [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (0:00~12:18)

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke

Translator’s note: The Para-Selene CDs are usually very plot-focused and emotional with some A+ interactions between the MC and the Diaboys so I am definitely interested to see how the scenario will play out with Laito. I swear he is one of the favorites at Rejet because his CDs are always so good. He’s definitely not one of my biases, but I tend to enjoy most of his CDs because they just flesh out his character so well in every single one of them.

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Track 1: Mashed Up Strawberries

Laito enters your room.

*Thud*

“...Bitch-chan~”

You shriek in surprise.

“Nfu~ How cruel of you to be so startled. I’m only worried about you, you know?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Exactly. You seemed a little under the weather earlier. Since you’ve already crawled into bed, I assume my observation was correct. Are you okay, Bitch-chan?”

You attempt to move away.

*Rustle rustle* 

“...Oh! Hehe~ ...Woah there~ Why are you trying to get away? Is there perhaps something you don’t want me to find out?”

He leans in.

“There should be no secrets between lovers, you know?”

You remain quiet.

“Hmー Actually, no. Since I’m such a sweetheart, I can take your feelings into account even when you don’t voice them out loud.”

You frown.

“Nfu~ It’s fine. You can just leave everything to me. Well then, for starters, why don’t you lie down on the bed again...”

*Thud*

“...There~”

*Rustle*

“I can tell you’re ill at least. However, it doesn’t seem like a regular cold. Are you perhaps...affection-sick? (1) Fufu~ Guess I’m not too far off? Well, I might be a Vampire, but I’m the one you want by your side the most, right?”

You call him out for always doing perverted things to you. 

“Nfufu~ Bitch-chan...You no longer mince your words, do you? However, too bad~ Right now, I’m not planning on doing anything weird to you...”

*Rustle*

“...But something pleasurable instead, you see~? Haahn...”

Laito bites you.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Ah...Hm? Your blood tastes different than usual today. Like haphazardly mashed up strawberries...? This is a first for me...Hmm~ I suppose it isn’t bad every once in a while. Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Nfu~ Ah...Hmm~~? Have you started feeling good? I don’t dislike it when you’re honest to your own desires like that. If anything, it makes me go crazy as well.”

You look up at him.

“What’s wrong? It’s almost as if you’re begging me for it. ...Is that a signal asking for more, Bitch-chan?”

*Rustle*

“Nfu~ Your fair shoulders are so very pretty...When I think about the blood flowing underneath here, I get excited...”

He bites you once more.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Aahー ...How’s that? You like it when I suck from here, don’t you? ...Nfu~ Honestly, it’s so troublesome how easy you are to read, suddenly going quiet like that.”

*Rustle*

“You’re giving off this lovely fragrance as well...You really are a slut (2), aren’t you? However, I like you that way.”

You puff out your cheeks. 

“Fufufu~ You’re upset, aren’t you? How cruel. I’m only revealing my true feelings, you know? Girls like that sorta stuff...Nn...”

*Sluuuuurp*

*Gulp*

“...Ah~ Do you like it from the ear? ...Liar. I know you love it. Come on. Let’s enjoy ourselves more. I’m extremely aroused right now.”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...Haah~ Seems like you’re starting to feel pretty good as well? Not only are your cheeks flushed red, but you’ve worked up a light sweat as well. Ah~ You’ve really become my perfect Bitch-chan~ I can barely recognize you as the girl from when we first met. You remember, don’t you? You would protest and cry from the second I pierced my fangs through your skin. Speaking of which...I haven’t seen that sort of expression from you as of late. Say...If I suck your blood with all my might, will you cry out for me?”

You hesitate. 

“Hm...Well, I guess that makes sense. You’re the type of girl who finds pleasure in pain as well after all. Fufu~ I don’t mind that either but...”

*Rustle*

“I suppose I’ll call it a day for now. I mean, it would be troublesome if you were to grow anemic after all. Besides, when you’re kept on the edge of your seat, that craving for more becomes even stronger, it’s rather nice, you see. Say~? Will you move a little more to the left? I’d like to join you in the bed.”

Laito crawls underneath the covers with you.

*Thud*

*Rustle*

“ーー There we go. You want someone to stay with you, no? So I’m offering to sleep by your side. What do you say? Don’t you think I’m nice for trying to get closer to you both physically and emotionally?”

You thank him.

“...Oh. I didn’t expect such an honest response from you.” 

You smile.

“...Nfu~ Are you genuinely happy to know I’m worried about you? Geez~ You really are such a simple-minded girl~”

You get a little upset.

“ ーー Just kidding. That was a joke. Shall we get some rest? ...Come here.”

You cuddle up to him.

*Rustle*

“...Haah...Say, do you feel relieved when I’m holding you in my arms like this? ...Or will you instead have trouble sleeping from excitement? That’s no good. Close your eyes. If not...I will continue where we left off~”

You close you eyes.

“Fufu~ ...What do we have here~? You’re actually obeying my command? What a shame! I would have loved to mess with you a little more. Well, I guess I can do that while you’re asleep as well. ...Just kidding~ Nfu~”

*Rustle*

“Your body feels hot...Somehow it makes even my chest feel warm, when I know it’s supposed to be lacking any temperature. ...Goodnight, Bitch-chan. May you have the most pleasurable of dreams...~”

*Smooch*

“...Did she fall asleep? Ah-aah...Look at her being all relaxed. I don’t dislike seeing her make this kind of expression in her sleep, but it’s a little lacking...As of late, she has seemingly gotten completely used to my shenanigans. It’s a little boring.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle*

Laito wakes up.

“Nn...Hm? ...Pwaah...Bitch-chan?”

He sits up and stretches.

“Nnー! Hah~ What’s wrong? Did you wake up? In that case, I don’t mind forcing you to lose consciousneー ...Bitch-chan?”

You continue staring at the window.

“...Is there something outside the window? Ahー That moon. It’s a little mysterious, don’t you think? Shrouded in a haze, almost making it seem like there’s two of them. I can understand why it would catch your eye but...When you look at it so passionately, you’re going to make me jealous~”

*Rustle*

“Rather than the moon, you shouldーー Uu...!”

*BZZZZZZZ*

“Ugh...Uu...What’s...this...!? My head’s...!! Ugh...Haah...Bitch...cha...n...”

He collapses.

*Thud*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) He asks if she is longing for affection, so I decided to translate it as a pun on the word ‘homesick’. I figured it was figured since they are talking about her possibly being ill. 

(2) I’ve mentioned this multiple times but the term ビッチ in Japanese is actual closer to the English ‘slut’ than it is to ‘bitch’, referring to a woman with very loose morals. When Laito uses the word without adding ‘-chan’, I prefer translating it as such because I believe him leaving out the suffix in Japanese also implies that he is using it in a more serious way.