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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Hello! Me again if you write fallen angel aesthetic on pinterest you can find it. Ty again <3

pairing: chishiya x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff (??) word count: 1.3k

summary: playing tag with chishiya

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya, canon typical violence, probably not canon complaint, i've written tag so many times and i'm never consistent with it lmao, mentions of blood/death, not really romance (??) he holds your hand at the end idk

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

additional note: tbh i still don't really know what that means ?? pinterest just has pics of the wong kar wai movie (great film btw go watch it) and i couldn't figure out how to incorporate that but i remember your first ask having something about dark humor (at least i hope it did) so i tried to add that in but idk how well it comes across

requests open !! read my rules first

the night air is cold as you lean back against the wall next to chishiya. you can faintly hear the music playing from his earbuds. he keeps his head low, hood pulled fully over this face as he silently observes the other players around you.

you lean over to nudge him, making him take an earbud out. “give me one.” chishiya raises an eyebrow at you, slowly handing you the left side of his headphone. “i want a cool soundtrack playing in the background while i die.”

you can see the nervous looks from the other players though you ignore them as two more men walk up to the table. they each silently grab a phone, signing in before stepping aside next to the staircase. “excuse me,” a man approaches them. he’s wearing a blue t-shirt underneath a blue flannel shirt. he holds his phone in his hands, anxiously looking down at it before back up at the men. “could you help me? i don’t know what’s going on.”

“you have a visa, on the phone,” one of the men begins. his dark, shaggy hair is nearly blocking his eyes. he’s wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a light blue jacket. “you have to win the games to earn more visa days.”

next to him, his friend harshly elbows his side. “are you crazy?” his hair is bleached blonde, though it looks brassy in the dim lighting. “we don’t know him.”

his friend’s eyes widen before he slinks back to his side. the man who asked for their help nervously looks around before an announcement begins. “registration closed. game: tag. difficulty: five of spades. rules: find the button in a safe zone within the time limit while avoiding a tagger. game clear: a player presses the button in the safe zone. game over: the time limit is reached or the tagger eliminates all players. the tagger will begin moving in five minutes.”

you push up off of the wall, handing the earbud back to chishiya. he takes it, shoving his makeshift taser into his pocket. “let the fun begin,” you murmur.

you follow chishiya to the elevator, getting off on the ninth floor. he leans over the balcony edge, staring down at the other players. “we can see everyone from up here.”

you look over the edge, watching as they nervously look around. “they all look like they’re about to die.”

“as usual.” chishiya hums.

at first, time passes somewhat uneventfully. the tagger is wearing a horse mask to cover their head and face. their footsteps are heavy as they make their way through the various hallways in the apartment building, shooting at anyone they see along the way.

a woman in a pink tank top jumps down onto a balcony before pushing her body up over the edge. “a climber,” chishiya murmurs. “interesting.”

two women stand in the middle of a hallway. the tagger raises their gun to aim when they see them. the climber is quick to jump back down onto a lower floor before hoisting her body over the edge and hiding behind the wall of the building.

gunfire sprays at the two women she left behind. one of them falls to the floor immediately. her friend drops to her knees beside her, shaking her lifeless body. she sobs, standing back up. “i’ll kill you!” the tagger doesn’t react, instead shooting at her again. she also falls next to her friend in a pool of blood.

“at least the tagger is a bad shot.” you mumble.

“we can use that to our advantage.” chishiya says. you hum.

the tagger looks down over the edge of the balcony in a pitiful attempt to look for the woman. across the building, the man in blue you saw at the beginning of the game pulls at a door. the tagger raises their gun up over the edge and fires repeatedly at him. he crouches down, hiding behind the balcony.

another man crawls over to him, helping him up and forcing him to run behind the wall. the tagger stops firing at them almost immediately. “that must be where the safe room is.” chishiya observes.

the tagger continues moving through the building, going down into the stairwell. for a few minutes, the only things that can be heard are the gunshots that echo throughout the building. you watch as the same man wearing a blue jacket who saved someone earlier runs through the hallway, frantically pulling at the handles of locked apartment doors. he stops, leaning over the edge of the balcony. “we can win this if we work together!” he pleads. “no one else has to die! help me win the game!”

“it’s a good idea,” chishiya sighs. “too bad it’ll never work. not here.”

the man continues frantically pulling at the doors. next to you, chishiya stands up so he’s not leaning against the balcony. he pushes the hood off of his head. “that should be long enough.”

you silently follow after him as you make your way down the stairwells to the fourth floor. the man in blue pulls on one of the handles, nearly flinching back when the door actually opens. he rushes into the room, quickly followed by the tagger.

gunshots ring out, a spray hitting the door and wall around the room. chishiya pulls the door closed, holding it shut. you lean against the wall next to him. you can hear grunts from inside of the room before the man yells out again. “there are two buttons!” you let out a bitter laugh.

“seriously?” chishiya mumbles. he cracks the door open, letting you see inside of the room. the gun is on the floor, away from both the man and the tagger.

a woman hoists herself up over the edge of the window, leaning in. “you called?” she pants.

“hey!” chishiya slides the taser across the floor to her. she wrestles the tagger to the ground, pressing the taser against their side. jolts run through their body as the convulse, falling to the ground.

the man clambers to his feet, pointing up. “the button!”

the woman gasps, launching herself at the button on the left side. the man does the same to the right, pressing it simultaneously as her. you stand, following chishiya into the room. they lay on the floor, panting. the timer on the wall shines bright. “00:01.”

the man lets out a sigh of relief, laying his head down on the ground. the tagger sits up against the corner. their horse mask has been knocked off, revealing their face - a woman. her hair has been tied back into a ponytail behind her. she’s wearing a collar around her neck.

desperately, she pitifully pulls at the collar. it beeps before exploding, coating the walls and floor in red. you grimace, looking down at yourself. your jacket is covered in blood, stained from her death. “damn,” you sigh. “i really liked this one.”

the woman is the first to leave, disappearing out of the window the same way she arrived. the man stares at her body in horror for a few minutes before he rushes out of the room. chishiya kneels down next to her body, searching through the various pockets of her suit. you step away from the pool of blood, trying to clean it from the bottom of your shoes.

“huh,” he mumbles.

“what is it?” chishiya holds up a small piece of paper. you lean over his shoulder to see it better. drawn in black ink is a circle with various lines running through it.

“at least we’re not leaving with nothing.” you murmur.

“let’s get back to the beach,” chishiya stands, subtly reaching over to grab your hand. he shoves the paper into his pocket, leading you out of the room. “it must be important. now, we just need to figure out why.”

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keiffeine · 1 year

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xiao req incoming no way

do u think we could get xiao with an amab reader whom he used to be extremely close to, but due to unfortunate personal circumstances, reader had to leave at one point in their relationship-ish and they've essentially been separated for years

if it's sfw then maybe xiao just getting really emotional about the eventual reunion and having to get used to reader's kindness and comforting personality all over again <333

and if it's nsfw then sub!xiao n top!reader with reunion sex laughs evilly 😈😈

LUV UR BLOG BTW KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A NICE WEEKEND

with amab reader, uses they/them pronouns.

genre: angst, eventual fluff.

a/n: this is like a whole minific, and xiao is a little ooc, too . . . but i hope you like itttt, ty for the req!

• xiao had already dealt with abandonment once before, and needless to say, it already hurt enough losing the four other yakshas—who were practically family for him. he’s dealt with it over the many, many years, considering that there was nothing else for him to do but get over it. and meeting you helped him come to terms with it easier, because suddenly, like a miracle, xiao wasn’t alone again.

• he didn’t feel hopeless anymore, with the loss of his family and the overall turmoil he faced internally with his karmic debt. being with you, even if it was for a split second, xiao felt like the loads of weight were lifted of off his shoulders. like he could breathe with no hardships.

• but it was too good to be true, right?

• countless nights were spent with you at the topmost balcony of wangshu inn, eating almond tofu in peace as you talked endlessly. sometimes it wasn’t even talking, it was simply just sitting in silence and content with the other’s presence just being there. you didn’t need words to acknowledge one another, just knowing that the other was within your vicinity was enough.

• it was like the most nights, if not all. and then, suddenly…

• you stopped showing up.

• it was one day.

• one day became two days.

• two days became three weeks.

• three weeks became four months.

• and it was all at once.

• xiao felt betrayed, so foolish to even let himself open up to someone only to face disappointment. it hurt badly, completely rattling up his core and making his soul ache. every secret, every woe, every single thing was poured into you for nothing.

• he wanted to stay hopeful, even though he knew there was no chance you’d come back. he’d wait for you at wangshu inn, expecting you to show up at the same hour you’d usually show up, and xiao was in this denial until there was a point where he stopped being hopeful altogether. suddenly, looking up at the night sky left a bitter taste in his mouth.

• but what was one more person to lose, right? he’s already lost enough, and the scenario wasn’t new to him. all he had to do was simply…get over it, right?

• years have passed since then.

• after a long day fending liyue off from demons and cleansing evil, he made his usual trip to wangshu inn, craving to have peace for one moment.

• “xiao,” verr goldet called after him as he passed her, “there’s someone…” she paused, hesitant, before clearing her throat, “there’s someone waiting for you. upstairs.”

• xiao paused his movements but didn’t respond, a familiar taste of bitterness already building up on his tongue, as he took the stairs to the balcony.

• a silhouette, familiar in shape but also that of a stranger, stood against the railing, head tilted up towards the sky.

• xiao approached them carefully, keeping an arm-length’s distance away from them as he stood against the railing, too.

• “xiao,” you said, slowly. carefully. “it’s been so long.”

• “that it has,” xiao mutters, side-glancing at you. you were already looking at him.

• “i’m so glad to see you—”

• “do not,” xiao interrupted you, fully turning his head now and looking at you with furrowed brows and gritted teeth. “do not come here, after all these years, to tell me that you are ‘so glad to see me.’ do not tell me that, y/n.” his hands were clenched into fists, face hot and heart beating furiously. you hadn’t changed since the last he saw you.

• you swallowed, then opened your mouth to say something before closing it again. what could you possibly say, after everything?

• “you knew that when they left it made me feel so…helpless” xiao furiously ran a hand through his hair, pausing to think and to find the right words. “and to think you’d abandon me and make me feel the same way…how could you do that?”

• you watched, silently. it was infuriating.

• “what did you—what did you even come here for? to apologize to me? to justify the reason why you left me for years? i mean what could you…” xiao approached you, wanting to just lash out on you—but he was better than that. he can’t do that, not on you. “what could you possibly say to me right now after what you’ve done to me?”

• his face felt wet. fuck, was he crying now? am i crying right now? xiao thought, eyesight going blurry as he started to sob. this was so unlike him—crying? was this a result of all the build up of emotions he’s shoved off for years? xiao would never get himself to be like this, but he was sobbing uncontrollably and there was no way of stopping it.

• “i—” you spoke, finally. “xiao, i—you’re right. you’re right, what can i possibly tell you now? i don’t deserve to speak to you right now, but i just…i needed to. i felt so selfish, just leaving on my own accord and not thinking of you in the slightest. i was the only thing you had left and i completely used that against you. the guilt pained me every single day.” you reached out, carefully enveloping xiao in your arms, feeling his body trembling against yours as he choked on his sobs. he was completely vulnerable now, and you couldn’t believe that he was like this because of you.

• “i’m sorry,” you say, even though you knew it wouldn’t do much. “xiao, i—i missed you. i thought about you and how stupid i’d been. i’m not asking for your forgiveness, but i just need you to understand that i’m so sorry.”

• xiao wanted to push you away. he was already so used to you being away that he might as well have you gone, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that.

• as much as he didn’t want to admit, he missed you, too, even if you were so selfish as to leave without a word. he simply just squeezed you tighter, keeping you close, like you’d leave again.

• “just—” xiao said after a long while of just holding each other and crying. “please don’t do that again. i already lost so much, and i can’t afford to lose you, again.”

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wurdrob · 2 months

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Hi! How are you? Can you write some Carmilla x house wife? Sometimes Carmilla is worry for her wife being helpless but she forget that the reader end in hell for killing her husband when they were alive(?

Carmilla x FEM!Housewife!reader

Warnings: Probably ooc, not proofread (as always), mentions of murder

//I'm doing great, thanks! And btw ty for sending this request, I love Carmilla 😈//

//Enjoy your reading!//

• Since you and Carmilla got married she's always been protective of you.

• She knows that you went to Hell for killing your husband, but sometimes she forgets about it.

• She tries to help you in everything.

• And Lucifer, forbid leave you alone, she would be too worried!

• Especially since you act kind and gentle all the time, it almost feels unreal that someone like you could be in Hell!

• Once a Sinner tried to break in Carmilla's mansion and steal some weapons.

• She ran there, to stop the them.

• Then, when she walked in, she saw you.

• Your dress was all bloody and you held a knife.

• Then you turned to her with a sweet grin.

• "Hi honey, how was work?" You ask her as you drag the sinner's body out.

• She felt flabbergasted, but tried not to show it.

• Yes, you're definitely not helpless.

//Help a wave of creativity hit me-//

//Requests are open!!//

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rui-drawsbox · 10 months

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Hi its me again (the one who had the nazuna idea) and I kinda wanted to build on it, I'd it's ok with you.

I think in the season finale when Knights and Shu have one last battle the Knights start losing really badly, maybe due to new models of the dolls? But in the end when it seems that it might be over for the Knights, Mika (who wasn't present for the first part of the battle) shows up to the fight and yells, very confidently something like "I BROUGHT HELP" and it's Nazuna, in his old Valkyrie outfit and whatever weapon he has, and he uses smth like healing magic on the Knights and starts helping them defeat Shu.

I think he would also be one of those side characters that show up every episode being really creepy and watching the Knights (they don't notice ofc) but he starts showing up more when Mika starts his redemption, like in the background comforting him or smth. I think he'd even drop little clues around for the Knights to realise who Shu and Mika were.

I also kind of wanted to talk about the Knights getting their powers, but if you already have an idea then that's great!

I think there was another posts detailing what would happen in the first and second episodes, but I think that much like other precure shows (my main reference is glitter force) for the first 5-6 episodes it's each of the main cast getting their powers. So Arashi gets hers from the cat first, right?

I think Arashi's cat should show up each episode to give one of the gang the brush, eventually giving one to Mika too maybe.

First Leo and Ritsu get theirs, for obvious reasons and being present for the first battle.

Then I think Tsukasa would be next, he's pretty skeptical about it at first but after witnessing them fighting he decides to confront them and join the gang properly.

Then it's Izumi, much like other magical girl shows the last character is hardest to get involved. I think he would have the situation explained to him but still refuse bc he's busy (maybe he didn't want to potentially endanger people like Makoto or thinks he's not "good" enough for the magical Knights. It takes a lot of convincing but they get there eventually.

Also consider: Shu calling in Double Face to take care of the Knights for like an episode or two after Mika leaves (but that may contradict some stuff, it's not like all the antagonists need to be magical, the may just detective their way through it)

Ty for listening to my ramble, you're genuinely a genius, 7 school subjects be damned

hiii! hellooo!! wb nazunanon (they're referring to this post where we discussed about Nazuna in the Au for the first time btw!)

also i belive an epic battle like that would be a perfect finale for the series, yet, i fail to see Nazuna actually fighting? like, mabye he can be the ultimate support or smth--

More like he and Mika were built (or trained, idk what they are at this point) to fight as a duo, Mika fighting always in the front and Nazuna supporting behind/making long distance attacks to overwhelm the enemy on every possible way

im thinking about hsr class system ngl, smtsmth Nazuna being harmony/nihility smthsmth Mika being the hunt smthsmth Arashi as destruction bc is very versatile... and Izumi/hunt, Leo/erudition, Tsukasa/preservation and Ritsu and Shu as nihility...

now forgive me but when you said "side characters that show up every episode being really creepy" i couldnt help but think about this creepy guy from spiderverse that is always looking right at the camera

is rlly funny but yeah i get your point, it would be like that one side character that suddenly gets the spotlight in the series and when you look back it is a "i was always there" situation (and watchers would go wow they had it prepared from the start!)

also i belive you got the order for each knight perfectly! Leo would be so excited to get his powers and be able to help his friends and Ritsu would probably be "sounds like a pain but i'll do it for Nacchan" (ooc here idk him a lot) + Tsukasa and Izumi being the last ones to get their powers sounds so canon for some reason, its TokyoMewMew speaking in the back of my mind i think

NOW are you telling me that there's a possibility of magical cowboy mama...?

jk(unless) if double face is involved in some way i would think about them being a "detective club" where Shu goes as a desperate move after losing Mika, instead of magical minions/boys. Still, mabye there's a chance of a spinoff for every unit in enstars and how they become magical girls lol (imagine magical Akatsuki lmao)

now yeah, thats all my ramblings for today! this really got me thinking about Nazuna's weapon lol, i really can't think of anything that fits exvalkyrie aesthetic while being functional and meaningful,,,,, do you think healing powers are too op? i feel like it would be a little unfair,,,,

#rui thinks loudly #ensemble stars #enstars #arashi narukami #mika kagehira #nazuna nito #shu itsuki #enstars magical knights au #(omg magical girl arashi)#magical girl mama...

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lovetals · 2 years

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hey bestie😁

can i req a ayaka, ganyu & keqing x gn!reader (seperate)

and its basically their favorite cuddling positions, like for an example spooning, sweetheart cradle, etc etc

+ and why its their favorite, maybe a few scenarios with them if u want

ty! i love ur work. u dont have to do this if u dont want to :)

cuddle time!

synopsis: just some cuddling hcs and their preferences uwu

characters: keqing, ganyu, ayaka (seperate)

deets: fluff, very ooc characters, ganyu’s is way too short i’m sorry ganyu fans 😭

notes: eek my first ever request!! you have no clue how thrilled i was to get one, anon! (≧▽≦) i’ll be honest, i have no clue how to write these characters, but that just gave me an excuse to read about them on wiki hehe >:3 tho i do apologize if they come off as ooc because of it—i wasn’t able to think up any scenarios because of that so i do apologize 😓 i hope these headcanons will suffice, maybe one day i’ll do a scenario <3 also, tysm for being so sweet in this request! you make me want to pinch your cheeks and call you adorable (/▽＼*)｡o○♡

had to look up some cuddling positions so a majority of the ones i reference/list came from this article

keqing

❀ i think keqing would actually be really lenient when it comes to cuddling, she doesn’t have much complaints and is just pleased to be close with you. her only request is to be facing you and to always have your face visible to her. right off the bat it’s obvious that she dislikes the yin-yang position and the mirror, though the last one isn’t really what we imagine when we hear the word “cuddle”

❀ since she’s a hard worker that never slows down she does slightly favor the one where you lay across her lap because it’s so convenient when her work requires her to sit in one place (she loves to run her fingers through your hair or to be able to rub her thumb across your cheek)

❀ a con for being a hard worker, however, is that she never notices just how long she’s been working without a break and when she’s told to take one she brushes it off. i think keqing actually doesn’t burnout very quickly or get exhausted often, her motives to keep working drives her far and to great lengths, she gets a boost when she accomplish something, especially if that something is to prove a point

❀ this isn’t to say to just leave her be, please keep an eye out for her and make sure to know when she’s reached her limit :(. she needs this to be pointed out to her sometimes even if she tries to keep track of it herself

❀ when she has reached her limit it’s not too difficult to get her to relax, all you gotta do is the sweetheart position. she gets so sleepy during this and drifts off quickly, trying to bring her head and hands as close to your chest as possible

❀ loves it when you run your fingers through her hair btw, but since her hairstyle is kinda hard to navigate around you take it down, removing any accessories that keep it up

❀ overall, she’s fine with any cuddling position so long as she gets to see your face—it’s a sight she loves to end the day with and to start another

ganyu

❀ another person that’s fine with any cuddling position, but unlike keqing she loves spooning. it’s so easy to do and requires minimal effort, which kinda works out for her since she’s prone to falling asleep quickly. ganyu usually drapes her arms over your shoulders from behind to fall asleep so she tends to be the big spoon on accident

❀ don’t forget to be the big spoon every once in a while tho! she loves to be the one hugged at times even if she isn’t very vocal of it at first

❀ one thing she loves more than spooning is the sweetheart—it’s so comfortable and if she’s the one resting her head against your head she gets to hear your heartbeat. she also must trust you quite a bit to let you rest your head near the top of hers since her horns are rather sensitive—a feeling that i’m not sure if she enjoys or not

❀ i think ganyu would also be a fan of the courtship at times, she enjoys the feeling of your hands in hers and it gives her the chance to compare the size. it serves her a reminder that even if she is half-qilin, even if she isn’t sure where she belongs, she will always feel at home with you

ayaka

❀ i know that i’m just repeating myself at this point when i say that she loves any position, but given her past you have to agree with me on this. just a simple action such as handholding is enough to make her blush heavily so to be cuddling you? oh my... (￣▽￣*)ゞ

❀ a position as simple as spooning would definitely be one of her favorites, she likes it when you embrace her from behind while she does some work, but for moments when you lay in bed she prefers the sweetheart

❀ since ayaka hasn’t really gotten to experience much affection growing up she seems to prefer being the little spoon/being held by you, but would want to try to switch the roles out of curiosity. she actually likes it quite a bit so don’t be shy to ask if she’d like to switch! she’d be more than happy to comply

❀ one thing that makes ayaka different from the first two that i wrote is that she loves it when her legs are wrapped around yours. the pretzel is the one that makes her fall more in love with you. she can’t explain why she loves it so much other than that she just enjoys the feeling of being closer to you a lot. ayaka doesn’t like to leave much space between the two of you so she tries to close it as much as possible

❀ as flexible as i made her out to be, she really doesn’t like the courtship position—it’s something she’ll refuse as politely as she can. the feeling of someone’s lips on the back of her hand is a feeling she’s familiar with and hates it—it just reminds her of how those in inazuma view her and the distance she can’t close with them due to her social status. even if the roles were reversed she still doesn’t like it: ayaka likes to think of you as her equal

❀ but it’s kind of difficult for her to think that way with how much she looks up to you, thanking archons that she’s so lucky to have found someone as great as you

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spooki-ghoztzz · 2 years

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Hi, can I request a gender neutral Nagito x Reader who’s the Ultimate Hope but also has a second talent that Hopes Peak doesn’t recognize that negates luck? Like if something good happens involving/around them to Nagito then something equally bad doesn’t happen? I’m sorry if this doesn’t make much sense. Love your work btw

( tbh i adore this idea,,but lord nagito may be so ooc for this plus this turned to general dating hcs. and ty so much anon! )

ima be honest,he’s a bit strange once he finds out you’re the ultimate hope AND have a second talent. he feels like dirt under your feet,something you should merely step over,not be dating!! (reassure him it’s fine or he’ll go on one of his hope rants..god this dude)

honestly not a lot of good things happen to nagito but once he notices every time you’re around that he just never has bad luck (bad like such as his accidently hurting others instead of himself because of his luck) he’s suprised he didn’t hurt someone for once! hell he even asks you about it once he gets the courage to speak to you.

once you two start dating nagito can’t believe it- this all feels like a dream to him..he’s dating the ultimate hope who even has a second talent! plz remind him to not worship the ground you walk on..cause god he will. he’ll even admit that he’d be a maid if you so asked him to be. creep.

whenever you’re around him,the other students honestly question how you can take nagito’s little rants but hey..it’s better than being locked up for days and days on end cause you’re a death machine in a sense.

back onto the actual hcs,,he’s grateful for your talent considering about everything he does is going to cause someone else harm. he never means to but he’s glad when you’re around him it somewhat just..never happens. like normally if he drops something it’ll make someone trip or it will knock them right in the back of the head but with you around the person who sees it picks it up for him,handing it over to him. (this could go plenty of other ways depending on the student tho,,)

he wouldn’t really mind if you acted emotionless(like izuru) or over exaggerate everything you do. tbh he's gonna adore you either way and just happily hold your hand in about any situation like some happy puppy dog.

i feel like he loves kisses but..is worried something bad might happen- (in those moments he kinda forgets that your talent would prevent that till you actually kiss him). i feel like he’d just taste of that soda he always drinks along with..mint? it’s a weird mix but works well ig,,

nagito’s actually a good s/o he just gets on his hope rants and how he’s happy you’re the ultimate hope and how he’d never be with anyone else. (you having a second talent/a talent that sticks out more considering you have every talent in the damn world makes it worse,,)

kinda off topic but he loves cuddling with you,just being able to rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair is great to him..he would fall asleep but barely feels worthy of falling asleep on you. if he ever did just give him a gentle kiss on the forehead and let him rest.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa the animation #danganronpa nagito #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda

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kmhya · 2 years

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Oral fixation || E. Munson

♡a/n~. inspired by this here post by @vxntagedior (check them out btw, they churn out loads of great content) ‘cause i have writers block and this sparked smth in me also i feel like i wrote Eddie a lil ooc so warning lol

“Ok, so, to answer this question, we need to go back to paragraph five….” Your words were completely lost on Eddie as he stared into space, the space that just so happened to be in front of your face. The cap of his pen had found it’s way between his teeth yet again and he chewed it eagerly while whatever you were tying to explain served as white noise for his brain.

“…And then you have t- Eddie? Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” You turned your full attention back to him. Oops, busted. “Eddie, c’mon! I’m trying to help you! Twenty-one years old and still in high school is bordering on creepy.” You complained.

You had him there. He’s been considered a freak long before he was held back, he didn’t need to be a rumoured pedo on top of that.

“Fine, fine! Just- maybe repeat all of what you just said.” You threw you hands up in exasperation and groaned. “Look, I’m sorry! I was just- head in the clouds, y’know? Promise all of my focus is only on you.” Well… He wasn’t lying, his focus was always on you! Just mostly not on what you were saying.

“You’re lucky I like you, Munson. Anyways like I was saying, to get what you need to answer this question, you have to go back to paragraph five and read through all of it-” For the next few hours you tutored Eddie thoroughly, making sure he understood the working and going over parts he couldn’t quite grasp.

“You gotta stop chewing your pencil, man. You’re probably going to get lead poisoning our something.” You scolded, taking the pencil out from between his teeth for the fourth time.

“Sorry, force’a habit. Do it when I get nervous.” He looked slightly sheepish and it made you frown.

“Why’re you nervous? You made loads of progress tonight.” You never really pegged Eddie for a nervous kind of guy. He had such a confidence about him all the time that you never could’ve guessed he gets so nervous about normal things that everyone else got nervous about.

“I just…I really want to graduate this year. I really really want to. There shit I wanna do, y’know? I wanna get out there and do stuff with the band, move me and my uncle out of this shitty trailer park, get some big old country house like those other rich ducks have. I want my slice of The American Dream with a Munson twist on it.” By the end of his rambles he was out of breath and on his feet in front of you. He could feel the beat creeping up his neck at the realisation he had just dumped all of this inner anxieties and dreams straight onto you and he looked away, his hand reaching up to rub his neck in embarrassment.

“Shit, sorry that was kind of heavy. I ruined the mood didn’t I?”

“No, Eddie you didn’t ruin the mood. It isn’t weird that you’re nervous at all.” You stood up and tried to catch his eyes. He looked up at you and you smiled. “You’re going to ace the exams and walk out of this school with your head held high.” Eddie was looking you in the face by now, the nerves he held slowly leaving him.

“You really think all that?” He asked quietly.

“Of course, Eddie. I think the world of you, I always have and I always will, no matter what happens.”

Shit. Fuck. Ok, you just said that to him. Fuck. What is he supposed to say back?

“The world, huh?” He covered up his shock with a sly remark and a grin.

You rolled your eyes hard and shoved his shoulder. “Knew I shouldn’t have said anything, just went straight to your head. Where nothing else seems to go, by the way.” You turned back around and sat back on the couch, looking to your books and ignoring the way he flailed.

“Aw, don’t be like that! I’m just pullin’ your leg!!” At Eddie’s whining you spared him a glance and he smiled.

“Tell me how much I mean to you one more tim-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before your textbooks crashed into his head.

“Pushing it, Munson!!”

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As you walked up to the Munson’s trailer, you could heard the sound of Eddie’s guitar and the murmur of his voice. You smiled and leaned against the door, stalling so you could hear a little bit more without you interrupting him. You listened for a minute or so until you heard him yell ‘FUCK’ and then some crashing. Worried, you burst into the trailer and were greeted by a disgruntled looking Eddie surrounded by balled up papers and a overturned side table that had scattered various dishes over the floor.

He looked up to you with surprise creasing his brow.

“Hey, uh, what’re you doing here? We aren’t studying tonight.” He sounded genuinely lost and you rolled your eyes as you shut the door behind you.

“What, am I just your tutor now? What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t drop in outside of our work hours.” You said and shoved the snacks you had brought into his chest. “What’re you doing anyways? I just heard you have a full on tantrum in here.”

“I did not!” You snickered at his defensiveness. “I’m trying to write some new songs for the band but…I’m running into a wall. Nothing’s-”He hit his head a few times before continuing, “coming out and I don’t know what to do.”

You looked towards your lap, kind of regretting the snark you walked into his home with.

“Well, I’m sure the late night studying isn’t helping. We could take a rain check on out next session if you want? Just so you can get in the headspace again.” You proposed. He really should be studying as much as he can but Corroded Coffin meant to much to Eddie, and if he couldn’t excel with them, he’d be in a bad mood for who knows how long.

“I can’t do that. I appreciate the offer though.” He ran his hands down his face and groaned.

You both sat there in silence for a while, the quiet interrupted occasionally by the crinkle of a bag or the crunch of a chip.

The cap of Eddie’s pen found itself in between his teeth again and he chewed on it furiously. Like if he gnawed on it enough, it would magically make lyrics and a melody appear on the black piece of paper in front of him.

“Jesus, how many pens have you destroyed by doing that?” You laughed. You plucked the pen from his mouth and inspected it. It was riddled in bite marks and the very tip of the cap was almost beginning to fray.

“Did you just come here to ridicule me?” He asked as he snatched his pen back.

“Sorry sorry, I’ll stop. Promise.” Eddie eyed you suspiciously and you held your hands up in surrender. “So…did you have melody or something in mind?”

He sighed and picked up his guitar, “Sorta…Nothing groundbreaking but something.” He started playing a fast riff, his fingers gliding over the frets effortlessly. His long hair kept falling in the way so he flicked his head from time to time to get it away from the strings.

You listened for the next few minutes until he came to a stop and you whooped and hollered in minutare applause.

“That’s sick, Eddie! Very metal.” He snorted and set his guitar back down.

“I don’t think you’re qualified to use ‘metal’ as a compliment yet. You wouldn’t know metal if it slapped you in the face.” He had picked up his notebook again and was hastily scribbling things down.

“Well I’ve got you haven’t I? Can’t I call my best friends ‘Metal’?” He stopped at that. Oh. Best friend

“Beat friend? I’m your best friend?” He sounded disbelieving of you and you smiled brightly at him.

“Course you’re my best friend, Eds. I don’t just offer tutoring services for just anyone.” You replied.

Damn. Ok. He covered up his slight sadness with humour. “Of course I’m your best friends, I probably scared everyone else off.”

That got you and you burst into laughter. He laughed with you but he was till stuck on ‘best friend’. Is that all he was to you? All you meant to each other?

—————

Eddie paced back and forth, the sound of wild applause coming from the audience beyond the curtain he was behind. What the fuck. What the fuck? Why did he agree to do this? Corroded coffin had never performed in front of a crowd this large! in his own words, their usual crowd consisted of five drunks, so this? Way out of their league.

“Eddie!! c’mon man, what’re you doing? we gotta get ready, we’re almost on!” Gareth yelled, getting up from his seat. He walker over and grabbed Eddie from behind by his shoulders, giving him a shake.

“I know! I’m just..,” Eddie brought his hands up to his head and gestured then wildly, “doing my pre-stage ritual! Essential to a riveting performance!” He covered up his nerves with theatricality and smiled at his bandmate.

Jeff raised an eyebrow, “You’ve never had a ‘pre-stage’ ritual befor-” He was quickly interrupted by Eddie,

“Silence! I have to prepare, I think you should all do the same.” He stormed away from them, deeper backstage. He reached beneath his shirt and felt for his pick, bringing it up in between his teeth to nibble on it hard. He carried this strange habit of chewing on things absentmindedly all throughout his childhood and into adulthood. He’d tried all he could to kick it but it always came back full force, so his just gave up at a certain point.

“Eddie? You back here?” He heard your voice calling to him and he looks up again, stilling. “You ok? I saw you walking in circles for like, a good three minutes.” You said.

Eddie quickly spat his pick out of his mouth and fiddled with it in his hands.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit nervous; we’ve never performed in front of a crowd this big before. A bit daunting…” He muttered.

“C’mon, Eddie, you’ll be great! You’ve rehearsed for so long, performing this feel like second nature, and if can get your head around that, you can enjoy yourself.” You put both of your hands on his shoulders and turned his to face you. “All of these people are here to see you! Most have already heard you and decided that they like the music you make and it’ll probably be pretty hard to change their minds.”

Eddie sagged into you slightly and you laughed. You always knew just what to say.

“You’re right…Thanks, I really needed this.” He sighed. You always knew what to say to bring his head back onto his shoulders and he was eternally grateful.

You both turned towards the stage when you heard the MC start to announce the next act, which was Corroded Coffin.

“Hey um…Mr Munson?” A mousy looking boy approached the two of you. “You-You’re on next so can you please rejoin your group near the fr-front?” Eddie nodded and the boy scurried off again.

“Don’t stress, Eddie. You’ll do amazing, as always.” You gave him a reassuring smile and he returned one of his own.

“Thanks, Sweetheart. Seriously.” Eddie gathered you up into a hug and you laughed loudly. He pulled away only for you to rush forward and plant a kiss onto his cheek. Oh fuck. You were going to kill him.

He looked at you, dumbstruck for a few seconds, until his awe was interrupted by Gareth. Damn him.

“Eddie!! Come on, dude, we’re about to go on!” Gareth shout whispered.

Eddie went to turn back to you but you weren’t where he left you.

“Break a leg, Munson!! Look for me in the crowd!!” You yelled as you jogged away from him.

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“Why did no one tell me that organising rosters was such a pin in the as- Ouch! Eddie, what are you doing?!” you laughed. You were sitting in between Eddie’s legs against he chest in the floor of his trailer. His arms were draped around your waist as you fretted over the roster you had to fix by the next day. You were so rudely interrupted by Eddie when he decided it would be a bright idea to start nibbling on your neck.

“Mmmmm, sorry, you were just boring me to an early grave. I had to do something about it.” He mumbled, flopping his head and your shoulder. You hummed and brought a hand up to scratch his head absentmindedly.

“Nah, it’s ok. Know you got that weird oral fixation thing or whatever. Just caught me off guard s’all.” Your eyes stayed on the sheet of paper in front of you, trying to figure out how you could give Molly her two days off while also nanking sure Ronny got to his little sisters piano recital.

About five minutes passed of you continuing to make adjustments to peoples hours and leave when you feel Eddie’s teeth on you again, gentler this time. Kinda ticklish, actually.

“Ok, Eddie? If you keep doing that I might have to move.” He didn’t like that response so he made a sound akin to a cartoonish lion’s rawr and bit your neck. Hard.

“OW, EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK?” You shouted, you body jolting against his as you turned around fast. This idiot was laughing his head off. So hard in fact he fell flat on his back and put one of his arms over his eyes. His uproarious laughter made you crack a small as you discarded your work and slammed yourself on top of him. Eddie made an ‘oof’ sound as you started poking and pinching at his face in retaliation. He kept laughing though and eventually you stopped and just completely relaxed on him, resting your head in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Soon, his laughter turned into small giggles and you felt his arms come around your back. You were effectively trapped.

Eddie leaned up slightly and whispered into your ear, “Gotcha” before nipping your earlobe and laying back down flat again. “This was my plan alllll along, to get your mind off that stupid job that you hate. No one can resist the Munson charm, especially you, Sweetheart.”

You pressed your hands against his chest and leant up so you could look down at him and raise and eyebrow.

“‘Munson charm’? Wouldn’t call it that, more like harassment...” You pondered what you said like a question and Eddie put on the most offended face.

“Harassment?! Well I never!” He said loudly as he pulled you to him and flipped you over so that you were underneath him on the floor. You were laughing and Eddie couldn’t keep the smile from forming in his lips. God you were so pretty when you laughed. You had such a pretty smile, he could just sit still and stare at you smiling forever and he could die happy.

Eddie’s stare was burning into your face and you could feel it lingering. You felt one of his hands shifting to brush some of your hair behind your air and you stifled your laughter, biting your lip. He looked at you for a little longer before slowly lowering his face closer to yours.

A small smile returned to your lips as you reached a hand up to your boyfriend’s hair, tugging him down to meet your lips in a kiss.

#♡fic~.#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #gender neutral reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #fluff #one shot #reader insert #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #female reader #male reader

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Better Yuu than me

ok first i just wanna say that for the first like three chapters AT MOST the teachers will be slight ooc bc idk how to write for them nor know how to get the plot going without making my Oc have a small y/n moment. also she isn't mc/yuu btw. anyways ty for reading and im already working on the 2nd chapter so don't be impatient

What in the anime Disney?

With a groan she shuts her eyes tighter, cracking her neck after waking up. Moving to stretch her arms she hits what feels like a wall, maybe some type of wood? She isn't able to tell.

Finally opening her eyes she sees --nothing, actually. Unable to tell what's in front of her, she feels around, coming to the rational conclusion she was trapped in a box.

"Wait a damn minute…" Now mostly awake and conscious, she starts to realize that she was trapped. Inside a human-sized box. Great.

Moving her hands around more, pushing on the walls to the front and side of her, the girl realizes that it was coffin-shaped. She was in a coffin.

Panic sets into her mind as she closes her eyes tighter than before. "Just wake up, just wake up, wake up, wake up, wakeupwakeupWAKEUP!"

She bangs her head against the front of the coffin and the panic turns cold and dead. She… she had felt that. As much as her head hurt, the dread forming a knot in her stomach was worse than anything she ever felt.

"I am… six for under, in who knows where trapped in my own coffin." Her throat feels dry and her knees give out slightly. "I am… so dead."

Groaning, she decides to at least try and live. Bringing her leg up she has just enough room to put it against what she hopes is the door to the coffin. She uses all her strength she had to push it or anything at all that would prove it wasn’t bolted down or buried.

Luckily for her, she was able to push the door to the ground. Unluckily for her, she had gotten in a fight with someone and karma came to kick her ass. She fell down with the door as she managed to push from the back of the coffin. What she meant to be several curse words that would have her aunt make her wash her mouth out with soap came out and a grumble of ineligible groans.

“Holy shit what the fuck?!” Those words come back as a man with a bird mask looms over her. Her leg shoots up to kick him in the face but he stands straight up, leaving her leg standing above her awkwardly.

The two stare at each other for a moment before she dashes off like a frantic squirrel. The man chases after her but to his dismay, she was unnaturally faster than him. After losing sight of her he dramatically sighs, sending out a message to anyone on campus there’s a lost teen that needs to be brought to his office.

Away from the man in the mask, the young girl had found herself in what seemed to be a library. Wandering around she fears what would happen if she ran into the masked man again. He was only slightly taller and she was without a doubt physically faster and stronger than him, she had already proved part of that earlier. Still, there was something about him that made him seem so… powerful. Like he had some kind of magic power that could beat her without trying.

After a few minutes of hiding out in the library, she decides to move somewhere else. Maybe get off the campus or find a phone. “Oh my god, a phone.” She facepalms. She facepalms and goes to grab her phone out of her pocket. “....Or not. Actually.”

With no phone, she had no way to contact anyone. Also missing her wallet she had no identification as well. With a long, tired, sigh. She manages to make her way out of the library and onto a street lined with statues.

Because it was dark she couldn’t properly see the statues but some of them seemed to resemble… “Is that the fucking lion king dude?”

She could make out the Queen of Hearts, Maleficent, and Ursula as well. The others she decided to leave alone when she heard whistling not far from her. Hiding behind a statue of what she would assume is another Disney villain she prays to God that the person would just walk by her. This place was weird and with Disney statues, she can only assume the amount of trouble she would be in if she was found. Disney can be scary.

Unfortunately, the world decided to say ‘fuck you’ in any way possible and the whistling only got closer, stopping right in front of the statue she was using as a hiding spot. Everything falls dead silent as she waits for something to happen.

As if nothing happened the other person started whistling again and right when she thought she was safe, a man with magenta eyes hung over her upside down, his hat falling onto her lap.

“Why hello, little imp!” He smiles and just as his eyes close she takes the chance to move away. Before she could he grabs her by the wrist with the same smile from before. “ Hey hey, no need to run! Besides you still have my hat, no?”

She tosses his hat back to him with her free wrist and sits there. What does she do now?

‘He wasn’t insanely creepy like the birdman from the coffin room and so far hasn't tried to kill me yet. Then again he’s a dude so…’

“Sorry bro I’m still underage.” Probably not the smartest thing she’s said but at least he was laughing. “So uh, skull dude, how about you uh, ya know, just act like this never happen and let me go?”

Regaining his composure the man stands up with a smile and offers her a hand. She doesn't take it and stands up on her own, once again trying to walk away, only to turn around to see the so-called ‘creepy bird man’ staring at the two of them.

“Shhhhiiit…” Looking behind her, ‘Skull dude’ as she dubbed him, just puts a hand on her shoulder and smiles. Now that there was no chance for her to leave, she decides to try and plea. “Listen y’all I don't even know where I am. I didn't mean to break in but I’m pretty sure this is more on the kidnapping side since I woke up in a coffin and-” Her hand shoots up to catch what was flying at her. “That was rude.”

In her hand was a baseball with a faint golden glow to it. Her hand stung from the force of the ball but she didn’t let go. Both the adults stare at her, not knowing what to say. This teen girl had just caught a ball thrown by Vargas that was also enchanted.

The man with the bird mask clears his throat. “Uh, well then… As I’m sure you’re aware-”

“I’m not.”

“As I’m sure you’re aware,” He continues on as if she wasn’t there. “You’ve somehow landed yourself at Night Raven College, a prestigious school for tho-”

“Fuck you.” She barked, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “Who the hell wears that shit?”

As the young girl continues to hurl insults at him, the ball she caught flew out of her hands. Only to come right back at her with the same force as before.

For the second time today, she wakes up confused. Laying in what was most likely a nurse's office she sees the two men from earlier and three others. 'What's up with there only being dudes here? Am I in some creepy otome game that the captain like to play? I'm too young for this shit.'

Sitting up in the bed the group look over at her, neither she or they say anything until she slowly brings her hand up to her mouth and bites down.

"Ok so not dreaming this, had to check." She mumbles to herself. Looking up at them she says fuck it and try to act normal. "Sooo… I'm Mica Kingston… and I have no clue where I am or how I got here."

"Well, Ms.Kingston," The bird guy steps forward and stands infront of the bed instead of sitting in one of the many chairs. "Do you have any sort of identification on you?"

She shakes her head and he asks if she could tell him where she was. "Well you said Night Raven college. So there? And like I doubt you were able to bring me out of the country so at least America."

"America?" He asks, looking back at his colleagues to see if they recognize it. None of them seem to know where it is.

The oldest one there shakes his head. "Theres been no country named 'America' throughout Twisted Wonderland's history."

Unimpressed, Mica looks at them like they're drugged out. "Well considering I dont know what the fuck a 'Twisted Wonderland' is that's probably why. Now can we all stop pretending like we arent on Earth and-"

"You must be from another planet." The bird man cuts her off. It's not like it wasnt fair after the verbal attack she gave him. Pulling her up from the bed he tries to lead her out the door. "No matter, we will go to the mirror to sort this out."

Mica tips her arm away from him and steps back. "You cant just say shit like that and think I'm seriously gonna follow along? Are ya' on crack? I dont even know you!" She gestures at him aggressively before turning around and doing the same thing to the other men in the room. "Or them! Listen I'm not good at basketball just for speed or strength. Its cuz I'm not fuckin' stupid like you clearly think!"

"How old are you?" The one that strangely reminded Mica of Gaston asks.

"Right now? Sixteen but seventeen in- what month is it actually?"

"July 14." Mica looks over to the man and gave up hope on ever going home. This was a gender bent Cruella De Vil speaking to her right now.

Starting from the begining of the year she counts when her birthday would be. "Three months. Why?"

The bird man watches as the gym teacher, Vargas questions the girl like he wasnt there. Vargas looks at him with a smile and his hand on her shoulder (while she looks ready to kill him) and says, "The basketball team needs a manager and having a strong assistant would help!"

Scrambling away from him she makes angry hand gestures. "STOP JUST SAYIN SHIT THINKING I'LL AGREE BRO!"

A hand lands on her head and she blanks. "There. Be a good pup and behave."

'This bitch…' Mica takes a deep breath and claps her hands together. She stays silent a moment longer before sighing and opening her eyes. "Okay. First of all, I am too good to be reduced to a pathetic 'manager' and you could at least tell me your names. I'm currently calling you things like bird man and skeleton dude. Plus, I wanna go home."

if you read this far ty and yes like i said ooc but it will get better probably next chapter. also this take place a year b4 the main story so no overblotting for a bit. And since it happens a year b4 im gna have some other oc ppl so if u wanna have ur oc in the story or give sugestion lemme know bc ill put them in = obvi give credit and I'll send u the chapters theyre in so you can see if it works

for I am gracious

#LMAO SORRY I HAD TO ADD THAT #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland fic #dire crowley #divius crewel #mozus trein #anyways shes so much fun #also kinda based her off aomine so idk if she shld get along w leona or hate him lol #hes just the lion version of him tbh honest

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