#the angst is gonna be so good tho hehe

[yllwcrtns]

ok but this shot??? almost made me cry. i am so ready for felice and wille besties era to start

[butterfluffy]

“love me!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· how would these supernovas react when you don't say “i love you too” to them?

⠀⠀➧ smol angst, not really tho | m. d. luffy, r. zoro, t. law, e. kid, killer, b. hawkins, (diez) x drake, j. bonney (separate) x gn!reader | multi-character headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none. tiny angst if u squint...! mistakes may be present too.. so do ignore them, thanks!

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⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: PLS DON'T PLAY AROUND AND NOT SAY ILYT TO THESE BABIES. 😭

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Stares you down as the once big smile on his face fades away by each second that passed without you saying those three words back to him.

Like, 😁 → 😀 → 🙂 → 😐 → ☹️

He tries to be patient, waiting for you to say it back—but you didn't.

Luffy then looks at you in disbelief, frowning like a child, grumbling about how you won't say “I love you too.”

“Hey y/n! i love youuu...!” Luffy exclaims, pulling you into a quick embrace then looking at you with bright eyes, waiting for your response.

“Mhm-mhm. Thanks Luffy.” You hummed, ruffling the boy's hair as he chuckled, eyes still on you, head tilted to the side, the big smile on his face slowly fading away.

“..So? Y/n, what else you gonna say?” He muttered, scratching the back of his head as you shrugged, walking away from him with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, wait! You're supposed to say “I love you too”! Right, Usopp!? They're supposed to say that!!” He grumbled to his friend who sweat-dropped, just nodding his head as Luffy caught up to you, getting you to spill an ilyt for him.

RORONOA ZORO

Zoro is shy with saying “I love you,” so he'd be looking away from you if he does

...He will then do a slow head turn when he fails to hear your i-love-you-too—

Followed by a “ha!?” expression on his face, irritated that you didn't return the I love you.

Just say ilyt ffs. 😠💔 - R. Zoro

“..Mhm, I love you.” Zoro mutters, caressing your back, faced away from you as he spoke, obviously shying from saying those three words.

“Thanks.” You hummed as Zoro jolted, doing a slow head turn to see you with a smile on your face that contrasted his irritated “ha!?” look.

“The hell you mean “Thanks.”...!?” The moss head growls, mimicking the way you said your words, causing you to chuckle at his attempt and expression.

“..Nothin', hehe...!” “Don't “hehe...!” me and just say “I love you too,” for fuck's sake..”

TRAFALGAR LAW

Law rarely says his I love you's or I love you too's, so not returning them is... 😦

Honey, just don't. Please do not try to not say ilyt/ily.

Traffy will either be gloomy the whole day or will pretend that you simply don't exist, out of annoyance from your dumb little act.

That's right. His petty ass will be ignoring you unless you apologize and shower him with love.

“Law, don't you love me anymoreee? You never say “I love you” to me at all, it's making me sad, like, reaaallyyy sad..!” You muttered, a pout on your face, that got Law playfully rolling his eyes.

“Tsk.. I love you. There. I said it, so stop complaining and saying that I never say I love you.” Law says under his breath, then kissing your forehead, causing heat to creep up your cheeks, same as a sneaky idea..

“Okay.” You snickered, stifling a laugh when Law reacted to your reply by having his mouth fall agape, frowning, then pulling his hat down, hiding his face.

“Alright.” Returning the cold reply, Law then left you, ignoring you for the rest of the day until you apologized and gave him a kiss as a sorry..

EUSTASS KID

Oh nooooooo, darling, nooo......

This tulip man will go from 😀 then 😡😡😡😡 within seconds.

Prepare for a small fight, yeah. Cuz he'll be rambling again and again until you finally say ilyt.

Won't be satisfied by just that though, so you'll need to woo this forking man-child with explosive anger issues. Good luck.

“Damn, I fuckin' love ya, darling.” Kid admits after kissing you with his red painted lips that is curved up into a big, smug grin that you badly want to wipe away, so..

“Sure.” You dryly replied, leaving Kid's side after, knowing that he'll be exploding soon. I mean, you tried to leave.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?? YOU DON'T SAY “SURE” AFTER I JUST SAID I LOVE YOU, YOU SHIT HEAD!!! YOU SAY I LOVE YOU TOO!!” Kid growls, holding you off from getting away from him.

“Alright, alright, I'm sorry! I love you too, okayyy!? Now don't be such an angry tulip, damn it!” You shout, holding Kid's cheeks then kissing his nose to cool him off, which worked. Luckily.

KILLER

Silent treatment go brrttttt... 🙂🙂🙂🙂

Kil will just be there, not saying a single word at you, but he still does acts of service here and there.

Gives you space, thinking that you're mad with him or something. Not wanting to fight with you, unlike a certain someone..

A little petty though. He won't say I love you again, unless you initiate it first.

“Love you.” Killer hums as he held your hand, caressing it, then kissing it despite having his mask on. Still showing you his acts of love.

“Yeah.” You muttered, causing Killer to pause, letting go of your hand. A sigh escaping his mouth before he left without a word for a few hours, then returning to you with a snack.

“Ah, Kil. Thank you.” You said with a smile, only receiving a nod from Killer who remained silent. “By the way, Kil...”

“Love you.” You whisper, kissing him, causing the blond male to finally speak up, a smile on his face, hiding under his mask. “Mhm, love you too..”

BASIL HAWKINS

Blankly stares at you with his eyes squinted before sighing, letting you be.

Hawkins doesn't let that act of yours effect his life, in short, he.. Doesn't care. Kinda... 😗😗

Goes a little distant with you bcs of that, but Hawkins is still watching you from a far, analyzing what's the matter with u.

Then consults his cards, shaking his head by the answer it gave, cracking a smile on his stoic face by your antics.

“..I love you, Y/n.” Hawkins, your lover, whispers. Pecking your lips after he spoke, while you let out a small hum in response, just smiling at him...

Staring you down in silence with his red eyes squinted at you, Hawkins then shrugged, walking off and continuing his work. Trying to ignore the fact that you didn't say ilyt.

He tried. He really did. But his curiosity got the best of him, so he ended up consulting his cards, revealing the truth—

“Y/n, the cards told me what you're up to. Quite silly, I admit.” The blond man says, a rare expression displayed on his face; a smile, and a chuckle leaving his lips..

(DIEZ) X DRAKE

Shocked. Very, very shocked, and heart broken by not hearing your sweet reply of I love you too.

And then he panics, thinking of what he did to upset you so much that you didn't say ilyt to him.

Dino man then does various romantic acts to woo you.

Pls gib my ilyt. 🥹💔 - Heart broken dino man

“Hon, I'm off to work now. Love you.” Bidding his good-bye, Drake gave you a sweet kiss and an ily before he left, waiting for you to say it back—

“Mhm, okay. Take care.” You hum, giving him a hug instead of what he's waiting for. Taken back, Drake stood by the door, looking at you with a small pout.

“..Never mind. I'll call work and tell them that I'll leave next week instead.” He sighs out, dropping his things to the floor, closing the door and returning inside, to you.

“Oh, why? Not that I'm complaining though..” You mutter as your husband looks at you, scratching his nape. “Because, uhm, well my dearest won't say I love you too. So I won't leave until you do..”

JEWELRY BONNEY

Uhm, hellooooo?? Excuse me, where the hell is my ilyt at???? - Ms. Glutton

Confusion to the max.

Repeats her ily again and again until you finally give your reply that she awaits.

Will literally turn into a child if you still don't though, or tackles you to the groud and squish ur cheeks, demanding an ilyt.

“I love yoooouuuuuu!” Bonney brightly exclaims, pouncing on you to give you a tight embrace, peppering your face with her sweet, sweet kisses.

“Aww, how sweet, Bonney.” You chuckle, kissing her cheek, while the girl blinks twice at you.

“Uhm, what? I said, I love you.” Bonney says with a pout, repeating what she had previously said, as you gave the same reply again and again each time she repeats her I love you.

“God damnit! That's not the reply I want to hear! It's ‘I love you too, my dearest, Bonney’!” She shouts, tackling you to the floor and then pinching your cheeks, not letting you go until you said the magic words that will leave her heart fluttering.

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nights ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ huening kai

huening kai x fem!reader , tags; established relationship , tiniest bit of angst , nsfw , emotional hurt/comfort , cute bf!kai , misunderstandings , he's had a long day, okay?!?! , u make it up to him tho!!! , kai luvs u , fluff , this is so soft i can only write soft stuff HELP , kai almost cries :(( , you call kai "angel"

warnings: smut (minors dni!!) , insecure kai , riding , unprotected sex , cumming inside , slight dom reader? u take the lead , marking (hickies) , praise praise praise , tit sucking , cockwarming

a/n: hiiii!! its been so long since i've posted a fic! currently wrapping up this semester :3 but thank you all for 350+ followers!!! i know it may seem small but all of your support really makes me so sososos happy and im so thankful for u all! now here's some cute bf kai for ur enjoyment hehe

wc: 3.2k+

“i am literally on the verge of quitting this damn job,” you groan with your phone pressed against your ear, lying horizontally on the couch in one of kai’s shirts and panties as some random drama plays on the t.v. in the background.

this has been going on for weeks—your lazy boss has been assigning you and your coworkers extra reports so he can go on vacation, leaving your entire division working overtime almost every night. you are both stressed and drained, fed up with your higher-up’s mistreatment.

“i hear you. how did we end up with the worst boss to grace this earth?” your coworker, sakura, whines into the mic in agreement.

the sound of keys at the door seizes your attention, pulling your phone away from your ear for a second to check the time. 9:15 p.m. kai’s schedule must’ve ended earlier today.

“hey, sakura, my boyfriend just got home so i’ll text you.” you give kai a small smile and wave as he enters your apartment, his exhausted eyes brightening at the sight of you. he slips his shoes and jacket off quietly as to not disturb your call while you and your coworkers say your goodbyes.

once you’ve hung up, you motion kai over to your spot on the couch as you try to sit up, giggling once his entire body flops directly on top of you. he buries his head into your clothed stomach, mumbling out a discernable sentence into your belly as his arms come to wrap around you. 

“what was that, angel?” you laugh out as he mumbles something again before his head turns to the side, his eyes closing as your fingers tangle into his hair.

“said i missed you. and you smell nice,” he speaks sleepily, nuzzling his cheek against your shirt. you let out a chuckle, gently running your fingers through his hair.

“i missed you too, angel. how was your day?” 

kai simply whines in response to your question and you take that as a good enough answer—you understand right away, tapping his cheek so that he can raise his head. he looks up at you, his fluffy hair bouncing a bit, falling into his eyes. your heart flips at the adorable sight. 

“rough day, hm?” you ask as you push his hair back and he nods with a little pout, his head flopping back down. 

“so busy,” is all he replies with and you automatically understand, your fingers massaging his scalp. “just gonna rest my eyes…”

and you’re sure he’s already falling asleep as he goes dead silent in your hold. you chuckle at your teddy bear of a boyfriend before your phone dings with a notification. you grab the device and you immediately have to suppress an annoyed groan at the email from your boss. you’ve already clocked out and he’s still assigning you more work.

you open your messages to text sakura.

you: he just emailed me another report to finish this week

you: like, can’t he do it himself???

you feel kai nuzzle himself further into you, shuffling around a bit before going still again. your hand is still mindlessly playing with hair before you get another notification.

sakura: and guess who just called me back in.

you: no way. is he being serious rn?

sakura: yup. completely.

sakura: he must’ve lost his mind

sakura: if he even had one to begin with

you: he’s literally so annoying wtf

you: i can’t stand him

you:  idk how much longer i can put up with him tbh

“can we watch a movie?” kai suddenly mumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. you smile at his sleepy tone, your fingers stilling in his hair.

“i thought you were tired?” you inquire playfully.

“wanna spend more time with you,” kai speaks nonchalantly—but you’re sure your heart explodes in your chest at the simple words. you love him so much.

“let me go get some snacks and you pick the movie.”

it takes a good 2 minutes to finally get kai to move off of your body—complete with a few whines and grabby hands—but the mission is successful nonetheless. you toss your phone onto the couch before heading into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets for popcorn.

it takes much longer than you intended, already hearing a movie begin to play on the screen as you pour the freshly popped food into a big bowl, grabbing some drinks out of the fridge as well.

kai gives you a stiff smile as you walk back into the room, arms full of snacks. you shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes are already glued back onto the t.v. screen. it is pretty dark, so maybe you didn’t see correctly—but you are sure you saw tears in his eyes too.

“you okay, angel?” you ask as you set the popcorn and drinks out on the coffee table, your eyes flickering over to him in between every movement. he looks over at you quickly before nodding slightly.

“mhm. just sleepy.” he offers you a faint smile before turning back to the movie. you feel a little uneasy at the response, but he did say he had a hard day and you don’t want to push him any further. you take a seat next to him, pulling your legs up to your chest before grabbing your phone to see if sakura has texted you back.

“babe…?” kai starts, slow and unsure. you lift your head from your phone to give him your attention, taking note of the way his hands wring in his lap, his leg bouncing anxiously.

“yea?” you ask, tossing your phone to the side to turn your body toward him. his eyes flicker up to yours nervously before darting away.

“i—nothing. nevermind,” he awkwardly laughs, shaking his head slightly as he tries to focus back on the t.v. 

worry fills your body at his actions—if there’s one thing you knew about kai, it would be when he has something on his mind. and you can tell there’s something on the tip of his tongue by the way his leg continues to bounce, his mind clearly off somewhere far away.

you pout a bit, moving to straddle his lap, successfully gaining his attention. his eyes shoot up to yours and it’s only now that you can clearly see the slight glossiness of his orbs, tears pooling in his waterline.

“angel, what’s wrong?” you ask, your hands immediately coming up to hold his face. kai rarely ever cries, especially around you, so your gut churns with concern as he bites his lip and looks away from you, hands clenched at his sides.

“i’m sorry,” kai mumbles out, looking down at his lap. you let out a tiny noise of disagreement, your thumbs grazing his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him—yet he still continues to avoid your eyes. 

“why are you apologizing?” you raise a hand to brush some of his dark hair out of his face. kai shakes his head again, his locks falling right back into his eyes.

“i’m sorry for being annoying—i just had a rough day and… i didn’t mean to be clingy and make you uncomfortable. i’m sorry, i won’t do it again. just—just don’t leave me, please.” 

all of kai’s words rush out in a single breath, his voice slightly cracking at that last sentence, his body trembling slightly. you struggle to keep up, your brows furrowed in confusion. 

“kai, angel, look at me,” you speak and despite his initial apprehension, his head lifts at your words. his eyes are shiny with tears as you cradle his face. “what are you talking about, my love? where is all of this coming from?”

“you… you left your phone unlocked when you got up—i didn’t mean to snoop but i saw your texts…” his voice is quiet and filled with sadness as he explains. your eyes widen as realization dawns on you, letting out a sigh of relief. this time kai’s head tilts in confusion, a pout settled on his lips. 

“kai, i was ranting about my boss. you know—how he’s been making me work overtime lately?” 

you watch with fondness as his cheeks redden, lips pursed shut. you can’t help but giggle as his hands shoot up to cover his face, covering your hands with his own.

“i’m so stupid,” his muffled voice sounds from behind his large hands. you laugh a bit—just because he’s so cute—moving your hands to pry his own from his face. an embarrassed smile rests on his lips and you are quick to peck them, once, twice, before leaning back.

“you’re not stupid, angel. it was just a little misunderstanding,” you giggle and he whines, his hands covering his face again. “come here, cutie.”

his harmonic laugh fills your ears as you lean in close to gently move his hands out of the way, kissing him again. you feel his body slowly unwind as your lips move against his, your hands replacing his own as you cup his cheek, pressing your body close to him. 

when you separate, he’s out of breath, his hands hovering at your sides as you gaze down at him lovingly. you notice how perfectly placed you are in his lap, slightly rolling your hips down onto him—his lips part at the action, his chest rising and falling quickly.

“just relax, angel. let me do the work, okay?”

 your hands are still on his cheeks as his eyes glimmer up at you, still wet and glistening. he nods in response, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stares at you in awe. so cute. you smile down at him before pressing your lips against his, your hands sliding into his hair.

kai softens into your touch, his hovering hands finally resting on your hips, holding you steady in his lap. you moan a bit as his teeth eagerly nip at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across shortly after to ease the sting. his hips move up against yours, trying to create any friction possible. he’s already hard, you notice, feeling his thick erection pressing against your core.

you pull away from the kiss to take a good look at his pretty face, his lips slick with your spit, a slight pink resting on his cheekbones. you can’t resist the urge to lean down to kiss up his jaw, pecking that spot under his ear that makes his body rack with shivers. he whines quietly as you suck marks onto his skin, still slightly sticky with sweat from his long day. 

“do you wanna fuck me, angel?” you whisper low in his ear—and he quite literally moans at your words, nodding quickly as his hands grip your hips tighter, his hips bucking up into your clothed core.

“yes, yes, please,” he pants, already tugging at your clothes to get them off of your body. you giggle at his enthusiasm, letting him pull your shirt over your head. the movie running in the background does little to nothing to cancel out the heavy breathing as you wrap your arms around kai’s neck, arching your back a bit as he takes one of your sensitive buds into his mouth. 

his tongue swirls around your nipple, his hands coming up to grope your boobs, loving how soft and bouncy there are. his hips move against you impatiently, but you know he won’t do anything without your word.

“my good boy,” you sigh out, the flashing lights from the t.v casting a sparkly reflection in his dark eyes. you smile dreamily at him, cupping the side of his face in your hand before you lean down to kiss him again. 

his hands roam your body with such determination and your mind grows muddled with every kiss to your chest and brush of his fingertips against your heated skin. you can feel yourself leaking through your panties as you grind against him. you sit back a bit to grab the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up.

“i wanna see you too,” you speak as you help him take it off. you’ll never get used to how gorgeous he is—you know he’s been working out even more recently, and the fruits of his labor are definitely starting to show. his pecs are prominent as you lightly drag your nails over his feverish skin, hearing the strained moan he lets out at the touch. always so sensitive. 

you trail your fingers down to his stomach and he lets his head fall back with a sigh. you lean in to press fluttery kisses to his bared neck and a low moan leaves his lips as you bite onto his skin. he smells like the cologne that you had gifted him for his birthday and the scent makes your stomach flip with anticipation. 

“all mine,” you mumble and his hips buck up again, his head lulling to the side to give you more access to his neck.

“all yours, all yours,” he echoes out, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. you feel your core pulse when he brings a hand down to rub your clit through your panties, rolling your hips against his fingers.

your actions are feverish as your fingers trail lower to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling his pants and underwear back in one swift motion. his crying dick slaps against his stomach at the action, already leaking glistening precum that leaves a trail across his lower stomach. his tip is an angry red and you have to resist the urge to get down on your knees and have a taste for yourself.

kai’s hands are obediently still on your hips as he waits for your next move, eyes flickering across your face. you give him a small smile before placing your cupped hand right below his mouth, cocking your head to the side.

“spit.” 

and he does—a string of saliva leaving his mouth, dropping into the palm of your hand, dripping off of his lips. the broken moan that leaves his lips is music to your ears as you grab onto his erection with your slicked-up hand, spreading his own spit over the length. 

“you listen so well, angel,” you breathe out, watching as he preens at your praise, a tiny smile finding its way onto his face. he looks so gorgeous—with his dark hair roused and in his eyes, cheeks flushed, his beauty marks sitting on his skin like stars in the sky.

you lean in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his lips, his tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. he pants into your mouth, whining softly when you squeeze his dick a little too hard, his hips shaking as he tries not to thrust up into your hand.

you have mercy on him though—already feeling yourself leaking onto his pants. you pull your panties to the side, lining yourself up with his dick. his eyes never leave yours, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes as you rub his tip in between your folds; a whimper leaves his lips as you slowly sink down on him, your eyes fluttering at how full you already feel.

his dick is thick and long, filling you up perfectly—as if your cunt was made for him. your legs slightly shake at the feeling, your free hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady as you begin to bounce on his cock, soft moans leaving your lips as his tip hits your cervix every time.

“so good, angel. so big, fuck,” you whine and kai’s fingers tighten on your waist, subtly helping you move up and down on him. your moans mix together beautifully, loving the way he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hands running up your back and down your thighs, touching every part of you in his reach.

you can’t even chastise him when he begins thrusting up into you, his head thrown back against the couch as he watches you through hooded eyes. your bouncing tits put him in a trance, his hand coming up to brush over your hard nipples. your pussy gushes and soaks his lap, eyes screwed shut from how addicting his cock is, twitching inside of your cunt.

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the way his hips snap against yours perfectly. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters—his moans are high and breathy, his body shaking slightly as you rock your hips back and forth.

“can i—fuck, can i cum, please?” kai stutters out as he lifts his head to rest his forehead against yours. 

“fill me up, angel. i’m all yours.” 

his heavy pants fan your lips and you capture his again, moaning at the way he hastily licks into your mouth. you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his moans tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as your pussy pulsates around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action.

you swallow his moans as his hips thrust up into you a few more times before slowing to a stop, his tongue swirling with yours, swiping over your teeth, pulling away to kiss down your neck—as if he can’t get enough of you. you let your body fall forward onto his chest, your breath fanning against his neck.

you’re both quiet as you come down from your highs, the movie on the screen long forgotten. once your arms stop feeling like jelly, you sit up, finding kai’s eyes easily in the darkness of the living room. 

he’s completely ruined—lips shiny and red, his neck and ears the same color. soft marks are already blooming on his skin from your ministrations and you find yourself lightly brushing over them, pressing into the bruises with the pads of your fingers. kai’s eyes don’t break away from your gaze as he bites his lip at the slight pain, his dick twitching inside of you. good to know.

“i love you, angel. you did so well,” you smile down at him and you swear his ears go even redder as your fingers stroke his hair. “please don’t ever think for a second that i would leave you, okay?” 

kai nods quickly, leaning into your touch like a puppy.

“i love you,” he responds, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. you let out a small noise of surprise at the quick movement, but melt into his embrace even quicker. his hold on you is strong as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“can we just stay like this for a bit?” kai mumbles, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. you giggle a bit, nodding in response. his dick is warm and snug inside of you, trapping his cum inside of you. his body feels like home against yours as he pecks your skin, and you let your eyes flutter shut in the arms of the one you love most.

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NORTHERN LIGHTS.

✧ PAIRING: kaeya alberich x fem!reader | 4.5k words

✧ SUMMARY: smut, p -> v, praise, fingering, lots of pining, angst, angsty bc it’s kaeya tbh lol, kaeya lore but it’s vague, also military themes bc sometimes we forget kaeya is a captain and i love the knights of favonius, he’s highkey got commitment issues but i think he’s valid, man is whipped tho, he's just an overthinker and traumatized, also can you tell i’m a med student?

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: first i have to apologize bc this is SO late??? i got this request back for my 200 event, asking for kaeya with the song northern lights by kennie (which is such a good song). at first i was gonna make it a short little drabble, but the more i wrote, the more i wanted to make it a full fic, which is what ended up happening. kaeya's character has so much depth and i wanted to explore it hehe. northern lights is such a fitting song for him so i just had to go all in. but i'm so sorry that i got to your request so late, hopefully you still enjoy it lovely! (even tho it’s not the main focus in this fic, this is technically my first real smut fic so take it with a grain of salt; i don't think i write it that well LMAO)

it was rare to truly know your own weaknesses, but kaeya knew his a little too well. behind his carefree, unbothered exterior he cared a little too much. he cares a little too much when klee tugs on his fur cape and whines about a scolding she’s gotten from jean, and he ends up indulging her with whatever she’d like. he cares a little too much when rosaria spills just a tad more than usual during her drunken ramblings. he cares a little too much when he sees the discomfort in the face of certain fiery bartender as they speak, and he consistently lies awake and remembers days when that discomfort between them didn’t exist.

it’s a curse, he thinks, because he always ends up feeling too attached to people he knows he shouldn’t be attached to.

even now, his weakness is acting up as he barks orders to his soldiers. they scramble around him as they enter the city, carrying their wounded brethren to safety up at the cathedral. kaeya knows he shouldn’t blame himself but as their captain he feels like he should’ve seen this coming. new recruits wouldn’t be able to handle the hordes of monsters at daduapa gorge—he miscalculated.

“take them to the sisters at the cathedral. sister barbara and the others should be able to heal them,” kaeya commands, clasping one of the men’s shoulders and helping him up to the church. he’s ignoring the now dull throbbing in his side as blood stains his clothes—his soldiers were most important right now. like he said, he cared a little too much.

the nurses had set up a medical station at the cathedral, and in between all the commotion, kaeya’s finally able to hand over the groaning soldier to a nurse, who immediately gets to work.

he then takes a few steps back to assess the damage, grateful that all of his soldiers are getting the attention they needed. he’d hate himself if there were any losses today.

he doesn’t even realize that he’s now leaning against the wall, panting shallowly as blood continues to pour from his abdomen. oh well, he’d wait his turn—only after his soldiers were taken care of.

kaeya shuts his eyes, letting his body rest for a minute.

“you’re wounded.”

his eyes shoot open to see you standing in front of him. he assumes you’re not one of the nuns because your clothes are entirely different. you’re young, appearing to be around his age as you eye his torso critically.

“it appears so,” he answers.

“did someone take a look at you yet?”

“i’d prefer all my soldiers be taken care of first.”

your eyes flash with recognition. “so you’re captain kaeya?”

“indeed i am.” he lets his eyes roam over your concerned features.

you give him a small smile before continuing with a sigh. “i can safely tell you that all the wounded are being treated. i’m still an apprentice so i’m only here to deal with the non fatal injuries. like yours, captain.” you crouch down in front of him, fingers reaching towards his clothing with a silent question of permission. he lets his hand slacken as he gives you a nod and you attempt to peel back as many layers as you can to asses the damage before you’re motioning him towards a tent.

a few minutes later and kaeya is letting you strip his torso bare until you have a full view of his injury. your fingers brush over the wounded skin gently, and he wonders if you even touched him at all. “it’s long, but not too deep. a few stitches and you should be alright. if you’re okay with it, i’ll get started,” you tell him.

kaeya wants to tell you that he’s no stranger to the pain of injuries, but he finds something oddly refreshing about your comforting attitude, so he just says yes and lets you begin to work.

you thread through the skin with a delicate hand and despite the sting he honestly can’t even focus on it, choosing instead to analyze your features.

he realizes that you’re awfully pretty.

kaeya makes small talk with you as you work, partly to stay awake through the pain and mostly because he can’t stop his curiosity. he finds out your name, your hobbies, your goals. you may not have the most exciting life but kaeya thinks there’s something so alluring about you it makes him a little dizzy. he's not sure what it is, but he thinks about it the whole time you tend to his wound. realization hits when you finally finish, looking up at him with a smile, and kaeya realizes that your eyes hold the stars in them.

it’s hard to explain but when kaeya watches you work, nose scrunching in the dim lighting of the tent, he thinks you remind him of home.

(kaeya has chased the stars for as long as he can remember. he remembers shouting with diluc in the grass behind the winery, the two of them reaching for celestia because the stars up there were so undeniably pretty.

"we're never gonna get them!" diluc would laugh, trying hard to balance kaeya on his little shoulders. "they're too far…"

and kaeya only grins down at him toothily, raising his fists to the sky. "no way! i'll catch them one day!"

and yet his whole childhood went by without being able to capture the stars. as he grew older he started to learn that it was impossible to steal what the sky so selfishly held on to.

but even as an adult, kaeya knows to appreciate the stars when he gets the privilege to see them in the sky.

especially after he finally seems to find them in the dim glow of a medical tent.)

he hates to admit how often his eyes seek you out after that one encounter. sometimes he’ll see you at the cat's tail, giggling with your friends as you slam tcg cards down on the table triumphantly. other times he’ll catch a glimpse of you at good hunter, chewing on a quick meal as you browse through a book. almost every time he gets caught staring you only smile and offer him a little wave that sends his brain into a frenzy.

(maybe in another life kaeya would allow himself the luxury. he’d let himself go through the motions for you. let himself stress every time you threw a glance his way. work up the courage to ask you out on saturday afternoon. finally get the chance to press his lips to yours. trace your skin with nimble fingers and have the privilege to call you his.

in another life maybe.

but for now he’ll just keep you his own little secret—a guilty pleasure he’ll indulge in because it’s hard to rid an addiction, especially if you don’t have the will to rid it in the first place.)

kaeya’s messed up this summer. he knows it in his soul that he’s made the wrong decision as he watches you babble about something as you lean against his bare chest, still basking in your own afterglow.

he knows that he should have resisted the temptation. as soon as he and the troops got back and he saw you sitting in a secluded corner at angel’s share he knew that his feelings for you hadn’t dissolved.

they say absence makes the heart grow fonder and kaeya only now knows this to be true because just the sight of you sends his mind into a frenzy. you could probably feel his gaze on you because you look up from the book you’re reading and make straight eye contact with him. for a second, he wants to turn away but then you smile at kaeya like you’ve never once forgotten him, and he’s putty. before he knows it, he’s buying you a drink and walking over to your little corner to make himself comfortable.

it’s a slow descent for him because in his head he knows he shouldn’t get too attached. he’ll leave again soon with the troops, and who knows maybe he’ll leave them behind one day too. his future has always looked so clouded to him, and he knows you belong in the sun. he’d like to leave you there in the light—avoid dragging you into his darkness.

so he tries to keep it simple, occasionally meeting you for a drink or catching up around the city. but then you’re showing him your favorite place to study near starfell lake and he’s showing you his favorite stars while laying on his back on starsnatch cliff. and he knows he can’t avoid it.

soon enough he’s giving into everything he said he wouldn’t, finally finding out what you taste like. finally knowing how his name sounds when it falls from your lips.

it's more addicting than he could've predicted, the feeling of your breath against his skin as you pant out his name. kaeya can't even bring himself to pull away from you to stop and think for a second. if he did then maybe he could slap some sense into himself and draw some distance because archons above he was digging himself deeper into this hole. but he can't, not when you're gripping his shoulders as he presses you against the wall of his bedroom, whining into his lips for all that he can give you.

and kaeya is nothing if not generous.

so he indulges both you and himself—the perfect mix of selfless and selfish as he guides you to his bed, nimble fingers loosening the ties of your clothing until you're bare in front of him. he can see the bashfulness settling into your cheeks and he almost feels like goading for just a minute, but he decides he'll be nice.

you've always deserved a nice guy anyway.

he tries to push that thought away, instead distracting himself with the heat of your body, his fingers dancing along your skin eagerly. maybe, just this one night, he can let it be about you two. he can afford to forget about all the old promises he's made—all the responsibilities and duties he devoted himself to a lifetime ago.

kaeya ignores the flush of heat crawling up his neck as he hovers over you, caging your body underneath his as you squirm in anticipation. he understands—the tightness in his pants is enough for him to feel the same. but he's not worried about that, not when his fingers part your thighs eagerly, brushing over heated skin and finding slick wetness there as he dips into your cunt. he hears the sharp intake of breath, the quiet restrained moan, and he preens. kaeya revels in the sounds he pulls from your lips as his fingers curl against your slick heat, your head lolling back against his pillows.

there's a possessive streak of something that cuts through him then—something that tells him how he aches to be the only one who gets to hear those sounds.

it makes him slightly sick.

kaeya realizes then—he's been quite stupid when it comes to you. he's kept the maelstrom of feelings brewing in his soul trapped under all his bravado, arrogant and cowardly all at once. he needs to tell you, needs to be honest because this isn't something he can trick his way out of.

but all he wants to do is run. run so far away from you because he doesn't want you to to get caught up in his own ruin. you're far too good for him, too sweet and carefree to be tainted by his sin-laden hands. he needs to run.

but he does none of that, not when he's guiding his fingers to the apex of your thighs and exploring territory he knows he shouldn't claim. because then you look at him with an expression so blissful—so thankful, relieved that he's giving you a part of himself he never wanted to—and he can't even be angry about it.

kaeya presses his lips to the swell of your chest, feeling the rapid thumping of your heart under your skin, and he shuts his eyes as he breathes out your name. you answer with a resounding mewl, catching his eyes even through the dark strands of his hair.

he then chooses to focus on pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt because archons do you look heavenly when your eyes roll back like that.

but it scares him, the way you leave him open and exposed and aching even when he doesn't want to be.

in his head you're perfect, all bright and glowing under him as you chant his name like he's some kind of savior. but kaeya isn't a savior—if anything he's destruction in human form, sent by the heavens to wreak havoc on those around him. he'd destroyed enough already—he doesn't think he can do it to you too.

but archons the way you're looking at him now, from under fluttering lashes and dewy eyes that shine even brighter when they're trained on him—begging, pleading, and oh so trusting of him and every thing he wants to give you. he can't even help himself.

"i know, sweet girl," he sighs, voice strained as you buck your hips just perfect—a temptress, sent to lead him to his doom. and yet he can't stop his fingers from pushing back your hair from your sweaty skin, knowing that he should be careful because he doesn't want to destroy something as fragile as this.

"kaeya please," your breath comes out in short desperate pants, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders haphazardly.

"i know," he repeats, reaching down to heft your thigh over his waist as he slots his hips against your own, biting back a groan at the sensitive brush against his cock—throbbing, aching, needy.

"ah fuck," he's almost shy at the way his voice shakes as he lines his cock up, the heat and slickness of your cunt a teasing caress against his sensitive head. he drops his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily even before he's inside you because something about this makes him so incredibly nervous. a single desperate whine and the soft squeeze of your fingers into his biceps and he's stilling—breath catching, heart pounding.

for a moment, he doesn't even feel like himself. he's not anything, no one.

and then he slides in and kaeya knows that there will never be anything better—another experience that would feel this right in his life.

he pulls out a little, gaze lingering at the sweat beading at your forehead, and something in his chest stutters. "okay?" he traces your face for any hint of hesitation—of the nervousness that he feels in his gut, but all he finds is a stormy mix of desire and devotion.

"uh huh," reassurance, stability—everything he isn't. his brows pinch, eyes shutting because he doesn't want you to know.

he's pulled out of the whirlwind that is his thoughts when he feels your fingers on his cheek, brushing over his skin gently. his eyes snap open, and even through the haze he can feel himself relaxing under your touch, because the way you're looking at him is so undeniably loving and it makes his stomach flip.

"you okay?" you whisper, looking up at him carefully, and kaeya feels as though you've put him between the halves of a microscope slide to analyze him.

"i'm fine," he breathes out, not a lie but not the whole truth either. "don't worry."

his words do little to quell you, but one roll of his hips has your eyes fluttering, a choked moan escaping your throat, and the sound makes his pride sing.

there's an image then—hazy and yet so obvious as his brain registers it. the implications behind it makes his stomach churn.

quiet smiles, hazy kisses, soft goodbyes—and then the inevitable distance as he crosses over the border separating your world from his. a lone figure standing in the streets of mondstadt, always waiting for him to come back. always disappointed.

you buck your hips upward, blissfully unaware of the torrent of conflicting emotions in his head. kaeya's brain short-circuits, and then he's pushing back, a steady rhythm against your gummy walls that takes the breath out of your lungs. you savor every thrust, punctuated by the sharp grunts he lets out against your throat.

your fingers rake over his back, desperate and needy and focused on one thing only—kaeya, kaeya, kaeya.

"that's it sweetheart," he doesn't have any more control—not on his mind, his body, his mouth. they've all escaped his grasp, too spurred on by you and everything you're willing to offer him.

"'s okay…ah fuck…it's okay," kaeya groans into the column of your throat, not sure whether he's telling you or himself. the clench of your walls sends him spiraling, hips picking up the pace as he pistons his cock in and out—trying to find out just how far he can go.

then he hits one spot, and his vigilant gaze catches the way your jaw slackens, eyes glazing over even as they roll back and a shaky moan escapes your throat—surprised, unexpecting. his ego jumps.

an experimental roll of his hips against the same spot and you make a sound so unhinged that he finds himself already addicted to it. and to tease is in his nature.

"yeah? right there?" he drawls, masking his anxiousness with his bravado once again.

"right there," you whimper, nodding meekly as you grip his shoulders. he huffs out a soft laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to your eyelids like he's trying to kiss away the tears that have gathered there. you preen under his ministrations—it feels a little too domestic.

he understands. it scares him, but he understands. he wonders what the point of worrying is—wonders why he's letting his paranoid brain taint this moment that he'd been waiting for. the only solution left is to ignore it. because you're here, writhing underneath him in the throes of pleasure, vulnerable and trusting and just for him. he should give you what you deserve after all.

so kaeya pushes every other thought out of his head, only focused on you and making you feel good because that's what someone like you deserves—everything you desire laid at your feet.

he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, paired with a languid roll of his hips as he quietly groans. "okay…." his voice comes out an octave lower, pushed down by the barely concealed need for you. "okay sweet girl. i've got you."

another searing kiss as he breathes through his nose, picking up the pace again as he slams his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. your moans get louder even as they remain muffled against his lips, and kaeya can't help but dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh, leaving behind finger shaped dents in the plushy skin.

a claim—possessive, desperate, selfish.

your kisses become sloppier as kaeya leads you closer to the edge, walls clenching around the length of him, tighter with every thrust he delivers. the chants of his name have become almost reverent, and kaeya thinks his name couldn't possibly sound more beautiful than in that moment. he wonders if he could be blessed to hear it for the remainder of his life, and the thought sends pure unadulterated need through him.

his hips stutter, red hot fire coursing through his chilled veins—building, climbing, overwhelming as every sense goes fuzzy with heat. his grunts become more irregular, in time with the reckless thrusts of his cock as your cunt tightens around him greedily.

his cock twitches as you suck him in eagerly, feeling every ridge and vein as he grunts and groans and tightens his hold on you—unyielding, unrelenting, selfish.

your eyes stay locked on his even as your orgasm rips through you, and kaeya sees celestia in them—brighter than ever before. your muscles spasm, clenching almost painfully as you tremble and writhe underneath him, and he follows you to the doorstep of nirvana with a throaty groan. his hips stutter, twitching and throbbing as he pants out a broken chorus of your name and every praise that doesn't do you justice.

then he drops his forehead against yours, watching your eyelids flutter—celestial stars dim. a soft brush of your lips against his.

your muscles go lax, every guard dropped just for him—trust he realizes, trust he doesn't deserve. he doesn't know how to tell you that.

because even after everything—when you're curled up against his chest, skin warm and dewy against his own, he does not think about how he adores the feeling of your hair brushing against his arm, nor does he focus on the soft tickle of your breathing washing over him. instead he thinks about how he's ruined it all, how he's dragged you into him, and how he needs to let you go before he destroys you completely.

at the end of the summer, kaeya tells you he can’t.

“what are you talking about?” you ask him, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you barely focus on his words. your nose is buried in some medical text, and kaeya thinks that the universe is punishing him now by making him repeat himself.

“us. we shouldn’t have…” he sighs, shoulders dropping. “i mean, we should stop…seeing each other.”

he can practically feel the way his words pull your attention and when he looks up he sees the way your grip on the book has slackened. there’s panic settling in your eyes, mixed with a bit of confusion. a conflicted emotion runs across your face and kaeya’s fingers itch to touch you. “w-why?”

it’s a simple question and he should have no problem answering it, but he struggles to get the words out, his throat constricting uncomfortably. “it was fine in the summer, when i was back here with the troops. but now i’ll have to leave and-“

“so what?” you question, turning in your seat to face him completely. his eyes drop to the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, and he feels his heart squeezing.

“so-“ he gulps, head spinning as he tries to explain himself. he doesn’t even have a proper answer—he just knows that this is his only option. because there’s no way in hell he deserves this kind of comfort, this kind of happiness. “so i cant-“

“can’t what, kaeya?” you stress, voice going slightly higher and he only then sees the real fear in your expression.

he pauses, mulling over his words and the bitter taste they’re leaving in his mouth. he can feel the sting of your pleading stare, and he swallows hard. “can’t stay,” he finally answers, and he’s shocked at how miserable he sounds.

you look at him like he’s insane, and honestly he feels like he might be. you’re confused and rightfully so, because there are so many remnants of him left in your space, so clearly evident the impact he’s left on you.

“can’t or won’t?”

kaeya’s eyes snap up to yours, because the tremor in your voice sends a jolt of fear down to his stomach, churning and roiling until it makes him sick.

he regrets looking, because he can feel himself breaking then and there.

you’re looking at him with these shining eyes and he swears that he’s glimpses them again—the brightest stars he’s ever had the privilege of seeing. for a second he thinks the light of those stars might disappear because that’s what always happens. but they remain, glowing against the backdrop of your irises and he’s captivated all over again.

his plans to leave you in tears fly out the window then and there.

he’s reaching for your cheeks in less than a second, holding them delicately as he lets his thumbs brush over your teary lashes. there’s a reasonable bit of confusion in your face at his sudden change, but when he leans down to kiss you, you don’t protest, melting into him even though he’s so undeniably cold. kaeya doesn’t even realize he’s saying he loves you, choosing to murmur it against your lips because it’s not meant for anyone else to hear—just the two of you.

he remains there, in the quiet darkness of your room for the rest of the night, because he doesn’t want to leave your side even after he told himself he would.

and yes, he dreads tomorrow. he dreads tomorrow because he knows that he will have to choose between the comfortable home he’s found in you or the dark abyss that has swallowed his past.

he’s scared that the more he allows himself to fall into you, and the more he finds that your eyes are the ones that hold the stars of celestia, then the easier his choice will become.

he’s been chasing the stars for so long after all. now that he finally has them, why in teyvat would he let them go?

[torialefay]

☀️ Sun in Libra ⚖️

bangchan as your boyfriend!!! (pt. 2)

(based on astrology) 🔞

✨bangchan x reader (f); fluff, angst, slight smut if you count like 4 sentences.

✨ word count: 2.3k

✨take a look into chan’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be! in this post, i will be talking about his sun in libra. this is a series!!! so follow up later if u want more <3

✨i will give a brief synopsis of what each chart placement means (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect channie in a relationship :)

✨ author’s notes:

(1) some very sweet stays confirmed that channie’s birth time is in fact 20:54, yay! this means i will get to look into more aspects of his chart and post more content for anyone who wants to keep up.

★★(2) i am considering doing brief (just bullet points/highlights) astrological compatibility readings if anyone wants one! if you’re interested, message me your birth date, time, and location OR lmk your placements. i’m gonna limit the reading to include you x 1 skz member only! just specify who you’d like.

(3) i am trying to get better at using gender-neutral pronouns so more people can feel included in my posts. i’m really struggling since i use phrases like “my girl” a lot. anyone who has some good alternatives or tips, please message and lmk!

(4) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)

✨warnings: light sexual undertones???

✨ tl/dr: chan is a people pleaser, and thus as a bf will be a YOU pleaser. happy thirsting.

Sun in Libra: Sun signs are all about personality- the face you show the world! It is also the lens through which you usually see yourself and how friends would describe you.

-Libra is a cardinal sign, meaning that people who are in this placement REALLY live by the aspects associated with that placement- in other words, chan is likely to hold very true to these values.

-Libra is ruled by Venus, the planet of love, beauty, and charm. People with a Libra Sun tend to be extremely charming and value beauty in the world. They often seek approval from others and are people pleasers. They want to be well-liked and well-known. Because of this, they will avoid conflict and have a hard time being criticized or being involved in drama of any kind. They will also often “mold” themselves to fit into any environment. This is partially because they highly value balance and peace in their lives, and can also lead to indecisiveness.

as your boyfriend:

• Chan will mold every aspect of his personality to fit with yours. Once he decides he is interested in you (because he can be one indecisive mf’er), he will literally BECOME the person you want and need (even tho you think he’s perfect as is). And he loves it too. He loves the feeling of being the only person in the world who is “perfectly made for you." Even more, he loves the fact that you know that he’s the perfect man for you. He will need constant reassurance of it too.

• He LOVES when you dress him. I’m talking (1) you are picking him out an entire wardrobe, (2) you are picking his outfits for every date you go on… so it matches with you ofc hehe, (3) if he doesn’t know what to wear, he is automatically calling you (i mean you know his closet anyways since you chose it all, so might as well choose from afar). He wouldn’t buy any clothing without sending it to you first to make sure you think it’d look good on him. He’d like for you to pick him out new styles, but he would ADORE when you stick to things he’s comfortable with like blacks and more comfortable attire. He would love how much you thirsted over him when he put on his “bad boy tumblr aesthetic” outfits. It would make him feel so much more confident going into everyday life knowing that he was dressing up for and catering to his girl only.

• He will absolutely still mildly flirt with stays (sorry y’all). But he will be mindful to not take things too far… in other words, no more calling stays Mrs. Bang lol. That one is reserved for you. He just has such a charming and flirtatious personality that he can’t help himself. BUT he always makes sure to conclude anything he says to stay with “haha I’m just joking… So thankful my beautiful girlfriend will share me with STAY.”

• He is taking you out on LOTs of dates and TONS of events. He is a super social guy, so he loves any chance he gets to take you out and make memories- especially in groups. If any of the boys have a significant other, he would love nothing more than to go on double dates with them. He would always plan for something low key, but fun with them. Anything extravagant is reserved for you only.

• Chan would introduce you to all the s/o’s of skz and would basically push you to be besties (without even realizing it). He’s so good at being social and over-committing himself that he would most likely always take up the opportunity to hang out with skz and their partners, including you by default. Cause you’re an extension of him, duh. He’d love when you’d bond and get super close with the members’ partners, and it would reassure him that you were the one for him when he saw how well and perfectly you blended into the friend group.

• He is buying you flowers every damn week. It doesn’t matter if you’re with him or on the other side of the world, he is making sure you have flowers. Or snacks. Or whatever you’re into. He is a people pleaser by nature, and who else would he want to please? He also can’t resist the smile on your face when he knows that he’s the cause.

• He likes it when you baby him. You are the ONLY person he lets take care of him. He has such a strong and happy personality with others, and many times he will not feel comfortable being vulnerable with too many people. You know how stressed he gets. He is always trying to keep up appearances after all. When he gets home from a long day of doing everything anyone could possibly ask of him, he feels the immediate comfort of knowing that you will take good care of him. He would love when he’d come home to a meal that you cooked. Or when you were watching a movie and you’d sit up with your legs in front of you, motioning for him to rest his head on your lap so you could play with his hair. He would absolutely melt if he was sitting at his desk working on something, and you’d come up behind him, towering over him with forehead kisses while you squeezed into his back. He would love the comfort he felt during foreplay (or even when he was bored) of just holding, squeezing, and sucking on your tits while you looked down at him with loving eyes. He’d go wild at the way you would straddle him and rub him through the fabric of his shorts while telling him how perfect and loved he is.

• Channie will hate any fights he has with you. He genuinely cannot deal with it. He hates feeling like he’s done something wrong, and it will take him a longggg time to talk to you about it if he feels something isn’t right or if he gets mad. Usually, you will have to initiate the conversation.

• “Channie? Can we talk?” You knocked on his door. You had gotten into an argument with him about an hour ago.

◦ A stupid argument really. He had heard you talking with a friend over the phone. “You and I both know Chris isn’t going to buy me that,” you laughed into your cell. “He’s saving up for that new car that he has to have,” you rolled your eyes and smiled. You thought it was a joke of course. It’d be ridiculous for him to buy you a $5,000 ring for no reason. YOU thought you were just being sarcastic. Maybe in retrospect, Chan didn’t feel the same.

◦ He looked at you with a face that tried to mask being upset. But you could tell. “What are you talking about?” He asked with a clenched jaw.

◦ “That ring,” you smiled and stuck your tongue out at him, obviously messing with him. He knew the ring. You’d showed him weeks ago.

◦ You saw his face go blank, like a bare canvas just waiting to see what reaction would be painted on next. He raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and nodded. You could see the annoyance on his face. He stood up of the couch and promptly headed to the bedroom. What was his problem?

◦ Now here you are… an hour later and radio silence.

• Chan gave no response. “Please, I want to talk about this…” you trailed off and waited for a few seconds. Still no response. “Come on Channie, I hate when we are fighting, please let’s just talk about this so we can feel better.” You heard rustling and then saw the door in front of you slowly open. There was a messy-headed Chris stood in front of you with puffy eyes and a locked-in jaw. You put your hand on his chest and nudged him ever so slightly so you could pass through the doorway and sit on the edge of his bed. He followed.

• “Okay, do you want to go first, or do you want me to go?” You asked, trying to get him to look into your eyes. He avoided them at all costs.

• “Do you really think I’m that bad of a boyfriend? You think I’m that self-absorbed to be funneling money into some fancy car, when I wouldn’t even buy you a ring you’ve been wanting for months? I would give you the world y/n, and you know that! Why would you even say something like that?” His lids and eyebrows turned downward as he spoke loudly. He was genuinely hurt.

• “No, I do not think you are a bad boyfriend! I think you are the best boyfriend in the world. Honey, I was KIDDING. I know how expensive that ring is. I was making light of how ridiculous it would be for you to just randomly buy it for me. I was joking that the reason you didn’t do it was because of the car, but it was just sarcasm. That’s literally it. How could you think I was serious?” You looked him dead in the eyes with a furrowed brow.

• “Because I AM serious y/n. I already bought you that ring. Because I love you. I was waiting until Valentine’s Day to give it to you. And you saying that just makes me feel like I’m the worst boyfriend. And now, that’s what your friends think too. I just- that just makes me really upset.” You felt your heart break. It wasn’t anger in his voice. It was disappointment. Disappointment in you. You knew how badly he struggled with self-image and with how others perceive him. It meant a lot to him. Even though he was trying to work through it, he wasn’t there yet. And you knew that.

• “Channie,” you breathed out. “I am so so sorry. I need you to know that it wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way. I think you are the perfect boyfriend.” You scooted closer to cup his face in your hands. “My friends know you are the perfect boyfriend. I talk about it all the time.” You lowered your face down to look him in the eyes. “I tell them about how much of a gentleman you are, always opening the door for me and holding my hand when we’re walking. About how beautiful you sound when I visit you at the recording studio and you’re making a sample. About how strong you are that I can feel it every time I grab onto your arms.” A tiny smile crept across his face and he looked down in embarrassment. You unconsciously mirrored his smile back. “I absolutely revel in the fact that you are the most perfect man I’ve ever known. Please don’t think that I think anything less of you. You are my perfect boy, and I’m sorry if I did anything to make you feel unloved or unappreciated. I will call her back right now just to emphasize to her that I was kidding if you think it would help you feel better.”

• Chan had a small tear in his eye when he finally looked back up at you. “No, no, you don’t need to do that… I’m sorry baby. I just- I took it the wrong way. You know I can do that from time to time,” he giggled up at you, getting embarrassed again. And he wasn’t wrong. “You are the most special person in the world to me. I never want to not live up to what you deserve… I know I have had problems with this, but I promise you that I’m working on them, and I will continue to work on them until I get better at it. You’ve already helped me so much.” Looking deeply at you, he sighed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I will do better, I promise.”

• “It’s okay, it really is. We just have to work together through this. I also promise to do better at not making little jokes about you and being more respectful about our relationship. We will work on it together, okay? Deal?”

• “Deal.” He stuck out his pinky for you to intertwine with yours. In the same moment, you both bent down to kiss your hand. You’re sworn into the pinky promise now. You followed up with a swift kiss to his lips and a big hug around his neck. You stayed like that, locked in for a couple of seconds until you could feel his body relax underneath you.

• “Let’s not fight anymore. This feels way better,” you murmured into the side of his neck.

• “I can think of something else that would feel even better.” He locked his hands behind your waist and flipped you to onto your back. Maybe pinky promises could be broken, you thought. Hell, you’d break it if the fighting led to this.

• He gently kissed down your neck. “We will be okay,” he whispered softly into your ear. “I will be perfect for you, and you will be perfect for me.” Sun in Libra.

[caelanglang]

Who are your fav skk fanfic writers and why? Do you have their works that you love the most that you don't mind sharing here? 💘

this... this is such a hard question, *brings out a whole safe of records* /j (no srsly it's gonna be a long read--)

Here are a list of authors i really like :3 Their ao3 links/handles are:

the_most_happy: love how emotional their work can be! they have smut and fluff works, and most of all—which i think the the most delicious one, is the way they write angst <3 I actually made a bunch of fanart for their fics/aus when I was just getting into the fandom :3 They're writing is like going into a spicy sexy emotinal adventure... idk how else to describe it xD my fav fic of theirs... augh so hard to choose... In Loving Memory caught me so off guard (cuz i forgot to read the tags and immediately dived into it the moment i saw their post about it hhhh)

forest_racoon: The fluff and softness and magic in their writing is so good! I love the energy and comedy and seriousness and everything in their writing! it's always so fun to pick up any of their works~ Don't be tricked tho,, the angst they deliver have the same gravity ToT it's just so... augh... I first found them through Plate :( and have reread it several times (please check out their other works too it's all so amazing!!)

devilrin: love how she writes. period. the emotions and the poetic energy of it?? the angst?? so. good. the skk energy in their writing is more mellow(?) it feels more realistic—it's like watching people instead of characters ;w; (very cool how she world builds an entire life outside of her fic for her characters actually, got to witness the behind the scenes first hand myself its pretty insane to me) The fic that ruined me tho is Down to a Sunless Sea (which is so angsty im so--)

themadtree: The energy in their writing is just so amazing. it's very hard to stop mid-way! The dialogue feels very fun and engaging and you really get very attached to the characters because of how energetic and full of life they are. Whimsical is the best word I can think of to describe the reading experience of their work :3 They made a bunch of fun aus; their brain is just so amazing (pirate au and avatar au like broooooo) My favorite is Mors Vincit Omnia (yummy pirate au!)

StarshipDancer: one of the first ao3 writers whose name i decided to remember by heart (which means a lot considering how bad i am with names) because they are my most searched user in ao3 xD The fluff is just so addicting. The sillies and shenanegans are so on point for me, idk it just scratch this itch so perfectly in my brain. I draw a of inspiration from my skk sketches from their works actually :3!! READ EVERYTHING THEY HAVE PLS ITS ALL SO GOOD (you should check the fluff week collection augh) Without Words is one of my most reread ones... I think... I reread a lot of their works tho...

setosdarkness: let's be honest. i think everyone whose dived into ao3 skk just knows her alreayd xD she's such a kween for that, making sure we are so well fed with so much fun skk writing. Her works are so fun to read! Very comedic and has such similar energy to the gag moments and bickering and shenanigans of the anime skk for me idk why. I love how fun and unique each fic scenarios are :3 (no srsly you'll never run out of food made with so much love by athina-san)

xLillyle: I am working with Lilly for a Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood skk au!! (its Royai skk BUT it's also beast!skk) it's been so exciting to work with her :3!! You can check some of the teasers here. She made an iwaoi!skk fic recently so if that's you're type hehe *starts bawling*

there are lots of other amazing authors there but these are the ones that came to mind and i am most familiar with for now :3 Here are some other fics ~~

When I Awake: Ghost(?) Writer Dazai and Musician Chuuya. yummy angst. silly skk

castle out of couches: My favorite domestic fluff skk. it's my must read. Halfbloom is such a master of the fluff in comedic tone and capturing that skk domestic softness idk how they do it. it's just so good.

In One of the Stars I shall be Living: A sweetheart wrote a fic about my little prince skk au TT it's so well written and I am so in love with all the references and angst ueueue

Five Steps: My favorite skk knight x prince au TT

The Best Worst Thing: Another sweetheart wrote a fic based on my silly sketches ;w; it's so cute waaaaaa

okay. i am. so sorry for the long answer. I just love a lot of stuffs from these incredible writers. feel free to drop by again :3 these are the ones that comes to my mind first so i may have missed out on a bunch oop

[bluepallilworld]

✨Surprise! ✨

I'm launching a new story for my dark cream ship kids and co ^^

I usually don't warn before the first part is done but I thought Mimosa's birthday was a good day to announce it!

A Tear's Soul!

I already showed that drawing (hehe it's the cover) but now I can talk about it ;3

The project is gonna a mix of comics and writings (because I'd burn myself out trying to do full comic when I'm not very experienced in those... They're hard, ok?)

Sooo it's gonna take me a while........................

Even if I try to shorten it as much as possible (10 parts unless problems)

I think the ones who'd be interested all know how my projects usually go, it's not gonna be a cute, fluffy story uwu. It'll have some fluff tho promise, but angst is part of the journey here! I'll give warnings each time I feel it's necessary :P

So!

If it interests you and you wish to be tagged on it, tell me now and you'll be tagged in each update :D

[I had to compress that gif, it was too big XD]

[heartilywrites]

I am SO sorry…this one is gonna be depressing asf. But can you do a fic where Korras girlfriend (the reader ofc hehe) moves Korra out of the way during a fight for her to not get killed, but gets hit and “dies”, but then Korra miraculously finds a way to bring her back?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ،، 𝓜ercy ; Korra

request guide | masterlist

resume: where you will always look out for your girlfriend.

content warning: angst ; comfort ; Korra x fem!reader ; mentions of blood ; no nation nor bending status mentioned ; banner does not represent r in any way, it's just for the aesthetic ; no use of y/n

wc: 2.1k

a/n: i love writing angst, u have no idea- i have to apologize tho bc i have no idea if getting stabbed on the chest will make you feel out of air since i have not been stabbed before and i'm not a doctor, i'm a graphic designer,,, but hopefully it's not thaaat inaccurate¿ THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY :D

“ And if I'm turning blue, please, don't save me. Nothing left to lose without my baby.

Life is the most fragile thing a living being could ever get to know and Korra, as the avatar, has always been very aware of how ephemeral a life cycle could be for a person.

Korra had always been an impulsive person, she was willing to lay her life at all times if it meant a greater good, the girl was not afraid to die. That was until she met you.

She got fascinated by you ever since her first second of knowing you, a couple of days in her life and you had become an indispensable piece for her. The avatar looked for a way to stay close to you and in an impulsive proposal the question of joining team avatar was laid in front of you, but after several thinking she realized what she did and just then decided to be always on the lookout for you. Don't get her wrong, she knew you were just as capable to defend yourself, but she couldn’t not get worry even if you were the most skilled fighter or the most powerful bender, in her eyes you were the most precious thing she needed to take care of from getting broken and her overprotective self only got stronger when you two started dating formally.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, be careful! WAIT– oh, okay, never mind, it's nothing.” would sound at least two times a day when you spent time with her, training mostly.

At some point you talked about it with Korra when her actions got way too overwhelming and she would stop immediately, but you just knew her mind was always on constant alert just in case something happened.

Although, there were times where Korra would totally shut down her mind as a focus mechanism, it was not that common for her to do it during a battle for her life, but it happens even to the best of us, no?

Sounds of every bending and fighting style imaginable was heard all over the street, curses here and there and why not even the one attacker having a monolog for Korra to hear while the rest of the team fought at her back. That was exactly how it all started to go downhill: The avatar herself was distracted with what seemed to be the leader of the group of criminals fighting the team. The whole group was defeated so easily, now the leader was surrounded by you five; it was going good, but in the heated argument the sound of metal got your attention, your gaze turned back just to catch the movement of a piece of metal shooting to Korra's back. A sharp piece of metal.

Your eyes opened wide at the realization of what was about to happen, it all happened in a fraction of second it didn’t allow anyone have a reaction. Your feet were quick to act, pushing the avatar out of the way just in time to save her, but not enough to save yourself. Warm liquid started to cover your chest and abdomen, your lungs suddenly lost all the oxygen you had just recovered from the previous fight and in one cough blood was painting your lips and chin.

Korra let the most guttural and painful scream come out of her throat when her eyes met your silhouette being stabbed by the metal, a second later she was in the avatar state handling the, now known, metalbender to defeat. You were trying to stay on your feet, but at some point your limbs all numbed and were catch by Sato who stayed behind while the brothers both help and contain Korra.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, stop!” Bolin screamed, trying to catch her attention from the clearly beaten up man.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “She's dying!” now Mako screamed, the avatar's head turned to him and then you. “It's enough, Korra. We'll handle this, you need to help her!”

Just as quick as she was to turned to the avatar state, she turned back, and when her feet touched the ground again, she ran to your immobile body. Asami was crying while she held you, your mouth was making sounds of a hiccup, it was almost as if your lungs were begging to receive the air they were entitled to and Korra hated how it sounded. She hated how your skin and lips looked pale by the lack of oxygen in your body, how your eyes were teary and losing their characteristic light she adored, but most importantly; Korra hated how she wasn't fast enough to save you. If she had been more careful, if only she didn't get distracted by the shitty speech the leader was saying maybe this could've been avoided.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm so sorry!” she cried out, her face filled with tears and her hands had taken your body from Asami, she wanted to hold you. “I'm sorry, I should've seen it coming!”

While she took a deep breath in, your hand moved however it could to touch the skin of her arm, when she felt how cold your hand was her cry just got harder.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please, don't leave me,” she begged to you, shaking her head. “Don't go, I'm sorry, I'm– stay with me, don't you dare to leave me.”

You couldn’t speak, you felt so weak it was a miracle your hand even moved to brush her. Your eyebrows raised a bit, the hiccup you were making turned slower and at one moment your eyes focused just on your girlfriend's face; you had so much to say, so much you wanted her to know, but your time ran shorter than you ever expected to be, you weren't ready to go either.

Korra saw how the light of your eyes shut down and when your hand dropped from her arm, her blue eyes opened wide at the realization that you had passed away. Her cry didn't stop, it got stronger if that was even possible, her arms hugged your lifeless body tight to her own while she called your name, asked for forgiveness, asked you to come back to her. It didn’t matter now that her clothes got stained by your blood or that her emotions shut down when she picked up your body to get back to the city, she just lost the person she cared for the most; Tenzin met her at the entrance of the island and a gaze of sadness reflected on his eyes, after he asked an acolyte to help her with your body and convincing her that they would take good care of you when she didn’t want to let you go, the airbending master wrapped his arms around her when the acolyte left taking carefully your lifeless body and Korra just broke down again at his action, her knees failed her and both benders kneeled on the floor while Korra cried to the point her head started to pound and Tenzin just let her, holding her tight to assure the girl that he was there for her.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sure she's resting now.” he tried to comfort the girl when the avatar's cry calmed a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “This is unfair, Tenzin,” hoarsely, she answered. “What purpose does this have!? I was supposed to receive that! I was supposed to be the one losing my life, not her!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Don't say that, Korra.” the older man scolded her. “Even the spirits have a destiny and purpose like we do, hers probably was to protect you.”

Her tears stopped and the avatar distanced from the man. “The spirits...” she repeated zoned out, the man frowned. “The spirits! Tenzin, Raava could help me to bring her back!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Well, uh..” the airbender doubted for a second, he wasn't really sure if Raava could bring you back to life, it didn’t really sound like something she could do. But when his eyes looked at the blue ones, destroyed, red from crying so much and with a glimpse of hope, he couldn’t find in him to say no. “You could try.”

Korra had asked to be where your body was, saying how it could be important for her to be near you when asking to Raava, but her second intention was just to be near you.

She saw your body laying down, serene, your expression was calm, it was almost as if you were simply just sleeping. The southerner walked to you and kneeled by your side, taking your cold hand into hers and leaving small kisses on your knuckles.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll bring you back, my love,” she promised, brushing your cheek. “I promise you'll be back.”

Sitting in a lotus position next to you, the avatar started to meditate trying to get to the avatar spirit. At first it was hard for her to focus as her mind was going a thousand per second, but when she reminded herself why she needed to do it as soon as possible, she was able to silence her thoughts and focus. The avatar spirit didn’t take long to reach the girl.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Raava,” she greeted, nervous. The named greeted Korra back. “I need your help, please, you need to help me bring someone back to life.”

The spirit stood silence for a second. “Korra, I can't–”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Please!” she exclaimed desperate interrupting Raava, the southerner kneeled in front of the spirit, tears starting to roll down her cheeks again. “I'm begging you! Bring her back and I will do anything, I will give up anything you want me to!”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra...” Raava tried to make her stand up again.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I know you are the spirit of balance and I know what I'm asking is bold, but you need to let her live again.” she started to elaborate. “You've been with me since my very first second back to life, I'm sure you know how important she has become for me this lifetime, I don’t think I could see myself moving forward without her by my side, I really need her, please.”

Raava thought of it for a moment, it was true she knew everything about every single avatar's life as she had always been aware since birth and it wasn't a secret to anyone the way Korra had seen stability with you. She knew Korra loved you with every atom in her body, it made her happy, she found her balance on you. Maybe bringing you back wasn’t such a bad idea after all, Raava cared about the balance and light in the world and if Korra saw those exact traits on you, who was she to deny it?

Ice blue orbs started to open slowly and adapting to the light in the room, at first her heart felt heavy again when she saw you laying down still thinking maybe Raava wouldn't accept her request and it was a lost case for you two, but when she was about to stand up and leave, your dry throat started to make you cough.

Her hands started to tremble while your eyes opened taking your time, at first it was almost impossible to open them completely thanks to the light, but once they adjusted correctly your gaze looked around. Korra whispered your name, almost as if calling for you would make you close your eyes again, but you didn’t, you looked at her as she started to tear up from happiness.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra,” you called back hoarsely, she almost tripped getting next to you, you took her hand. “What happened? Why are we back in the air temple...? Why do you have blood on you? Are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It doesn't matter, my love, you're back.” she said between sobs, a sweet kiss was given by her before hugging you. “I swear I won't let my sight leave you from now on, I love you so much, you have no idea.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you too.” you said giggling, your arm hurt when you moved it and a small moan let her know, Korra distanced to see your face again. “Why does my body hurt? Wait, why am I wearing air nation clothes? Did I fainted or something?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You have no idea,” Korra said wiping her tears and taking a deep breath in. “Let me get someone to check on you and then we'll talk, honey.”

Another small kiss was given as she stood up again. Internally, Korra was thanking Raava for giving you another chance, she promised to be better, to protect you better and to work hard as the avatar to deserve such big gift the spirit gave her.

[mirixmoya]

hello friends welcome to GRADING TORTURED POET SOCIETY SONGS BASED ON HOW EASILY I COULD TURN THEM INTO A HAYFFIE FIC (PART ONE) i hope u enjoy.

(for those interested but also my own future reference when i eventual do turn them into hayffie fics hehe)

i. fortnight: 5/10. potential post-war effie reflecting on their pre-canon and during-canon situationship. the "i love you / it's ruining my life" vibe is very Them but i'd have to write my way around all the wife lines.

ii. the tortured poets department: 8/10. good early-to-mid-situationship hayffie. good moments for haymitch trauma angst stuff. "who's gonna hold you like me?" is them. the wedding ring line could be just them messing around while drunk one night during games season; it's when effie realizes it's Real.

iii. my boy only breaks his favourite toys: 9/10. excellent endish situationship hayffie vibes, 74th + 75th era. has good lines for effie as doll / toy / trinket (ha) imagery. also good imagery for effie and haymitch both being pieces in The Games. also "he runs because he loves me" and "he was my best friend" and "there was danger in the heat of my touch" ... need i go on?

iv. down bad: 7/10. good for their relationship between the end of the war and when effie actually moves to twelve. "how dare you think it's romantic / leaving me safe and stranded" literally them. also lots of good stuff for effie's post-war isolation in the capitol.

v. so long, london: 3/10. has the potential for a (book-verse) post-war angst fic where effie and haymitch try their absolute hardest but ultimately have too much trauma + damage to make it work. idk if i wanna do that tho.

vi. but daddy i love him: 9/10. excellent song for pre-canon hayffie all around. effie's relationship to her womanhood / escorting in the capitol? check. effie's inner conflict over her feelings for haymitch vs. her capitolborn beliefs? check. "dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid" but oh no haymitch ruined them! we cheered! joking that she's having haymitch's baby to her parents just to piss them off... very effie behaviour. excellent song for that Haymitch Is Unlike The Capitol Dandies Effie's Been Raised To Love theme that i like. "i know he's crazy but he's the one".

vii. fresh out the slammer: 7/10. good song for smack in the middle of their situationship. winter vs. summer parallels. effie's seasons without haymitch vs. games season. restriction with her capitol bfs vs. freedom with haymitch. "all those nights he kept me going". the end is good for a post-war hayffie happiness moment.

viii. florida!!!: 8/10. really good song for a Effie's Relationship With The Capitol fic. the isolation, the beauty covering ugliness, etc. "this city reeks of driving myself crazy". "at least the dolls are beautiful" that's literally about the escorts. "you home's really only the town you'll get arrested in" okayyy book-verse effie angst.

ix. guilty as sin?: 10/10. HORNY HAYFFIE ANTHEM. i need to get back in my writing proper smut era i fear. so so much material for haymitch worshiping at the altar of effie's hips and thighs. a song for people who believe that like a good 65% of their relationship is based on the fact that they're both incredibly hot and they both love having incredible sex. true love tbh.

x. who's afraid of little old me?: 9/10. excellent fic for the Effie's Relationship With Her Escort Career stuff that i love. "so tell me everything is not about me / but what if it is?" self centered queen! the general backstage horrors of escorting. "i was tame, i was gentle, till the circus life made me mean" ... "you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" ... "i am what i am cause you trained me" .... yeah.

xi. i can fix him (no really i can): 4/10. potential for a very very early situationship hayffie. general haymitch being a traumatized mess and effie trying her very hardest to help vibes.

xii. loml: 6/10. the first half is excellent for post-war hayffie coming back together. "who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames" yeahhh. but the second half ... the "you're the loss of my life" vibe ... could fit into the (book-verse) No Matter How Hard They Try They're Too Traumatized To Make It Work narrative but idk.

xiii. i can do it with a broken heart: 10/10. THE PERFECT SONG for 75th era effie being the perfect escort despite the fact that the world is falling away beneath her feet. "I cry a lot but I am so productive! It's an art!" is sooooo her. "i'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like a plague" is haymitch avoiding her in an attempt to save her from Rebel Stuff but effie knows their relationship is only becoming more serious. she's miserable! she's hitting her marks! eyes bright! chins up! smiles on! everyone she loves might die! it's fine!

xiv. the smallest man who ever lived: 1/10. not a hayffie song at all. BUT potential effie + seneca relationship study fic?? mayhaps???

xv. alchemy: 7/10. good song for book-verse post-war post-torture effie going to haymitch in twelve. she's ditching the capitol, she's going back to her man! who are they to fight the alchemy? how could they ever deny it? his heart is reserved for her. the soulmastism! (not that they would ever admit that lmao)

xvi. clara bow: 10/10. ANOTHER PERFECT EFFIE CHARACTER STUDY SONG! the rose imagery? snow's impact on her life. "this town is fake, but you're the real thing". effie's relationship with the capitol / escorting / womanhood / fame / youth / patriarchy / etc. "flesh and blood amongst war machines" literally the escorts amongst The Games. "hell on earth is to be heavenly" + "promise to be dazzling". sexualization has liberated effie (given her a career, money, freedom) but at what cost? it's also her gilded cage.

anyway. thank u for coming to my extensive ted talk.

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

hearts i got around to reading your aeon wolfie fic and now i'm just like:

LIKE YOU DON’T UNDERSTANDDD I'M UNWELLLL (in a good way)

the angst, the feels, everythinggggg ;w;

think i left off on the chapter after ada’s plot twist (idk if it’s ok to put spoilers soooo not gonna spoil just in case) and it’s just so GENIUS!? 

dígame what was going on in your head for you to think ‘yes this is what i wanna see in my fic for ada'? assuming no one has asked you about it.

i can’t get over itttt

ahhhhhhh my love that was also me when i was writing it shkdbfjksf

AHHH I KNOW WHICH CHAPTER THAT IS HEHEHEE

IM GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING SO FAR CAUSE IM NGL I DO FEEL KINDA STUCK ON THIS CHAPTER I'M CURRENTLY WORKING ON LOL SO THIS IS HELPING ME A LOT!!! TO FEEL MOTIVATED TO FINISH IT >:) i worked a lot with @a-phantoms-shadow !!! so we kinda bounced ideas off of each other for a while before we began writing our own respective wolfie fics hehe

we both had different ideas for different things and we both have different ideas for the wolfies and lore hehe

if you wanna get more specific you can dm me about it!!! >:3

AHHHH IM GLAD YOUR'E ENJOYING THO LOVE OYU

[bravo4iscool]

Hi, I just saw your post about those egg heads that were insulting you about your ghost chubby chaser post, and I am sorry you had to read that. I am chubby myself, and it is comforting to see myself being loved for something I at one point hated. A lot of these people are so out of touch with the world that they genuinely think that everyone has to look good looking for them to exist in the world. So thank you for writing this. ❤️

Do you mind continuing with a request with a chubby wife to get kidnapped, and ghost goes to get her. You can add like her getting seriously injured to add some ✨️angst✨️.

♡pls & thank you

I DIDNT FORGET YOU!! PLEASE DONT THINK I FORGOT YOU!!

FULL VERSION HERE

first off thank you for you kind words🫶🏼 it’s important for me to create a safe space for puls-size people, since i’m also one and i love writing about it actually. so, i’m glad you like it :)

and since i don’t want to leave you hanging on your request i’m gonna post a snippet of it hehe… i’ll still need a day or two to finish it. i hope i’ll get it done sooner tho😭

it’s not much tho, since i don’t wanna spoil anything👀

TW: mentions of blood, gore and violence. read at own risk, russians (please get the joke😭)

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“I think I found her.”

“Where are you?” Ghost stops and suddenly his head starts to spin. They found you? Would he finally be able to rescue you?

“2nd floor, three doors from the staircase.” Gaz’ voice was quiet and hushed.

“Are you 100% postitive?” Price now asks and Gaz confirmes.

“Was I ever wrong?” he asks in a playful voice and Ghost rolls his eyes. This was serious. This wasn’t training or anything. This was about you.

“You fell outta a chopper,” Soap snorts and giggles to himself as he continues to clear the building.

“Fuck off MacTavish,” Gaz grumbles the reply, shutting the comms off.

-

Your eyes are heavy and your head spins, your ears ringing as the man opposite to you starts to interrogate you again.

You stopped paying attention and replying god knows how long ago but they didn’t stop. They kept going, even slapping you harshly from time to time. You don’t feel it anymore though.

There’s blood running from you nose, you’re mouth and you’re pretty sure your cheek bones are also covered in bruises. You just want this to be over. You just want Simon to rescue you.

“Так,” you hear the man say and moments later you feel a pair of hands lifting your head to look at him. Another man held your face so you’d look at your interrogator.

“Вы хотите поговорить сейчас?,” he asks you and you give yourself imaginary shoulder pats for actually learning Russian back in school.

[osarina]

CARINA I SWEAR TO GOD LET THEM BE HAPPY FOR ONCE

BUT OK THIS PART WAS SO GOOD UGH THE GUILD IS HERE WOO HOOOO !!!! I cant wait to see how theyre gonna impact the rest of the fic bc I LOVE THE GUILD SM and i cant wait to see more of them hehe ^^

AND THE ANGST BETWEEN THEM UGHHH WHY PLEASE CARINA IF THIS ENDS THE SAME WAY AS UU DID I WILL NEVER RECOVER DWBHGVHBT LIKE PLEASE ITS KILLING MEEEEEE and DAZAI IN THE HOSPITAL??? WHAT HAPPENED HELLO UGH MY BABY :(( HE DESERVES EVERYTHING UGH :((

and finally (ik this is short but i have a tonna hw ITS ONLY BEEN 2 DAYS SINCE SCHOOL STARTED WHY T^T) there was ONE DETAIL THAT I AM CURIOUS ABT basically in ur bday fic for dazai u basically went w the theory that dazai is the old pm bosses grandson/is related to the old pm boss AND HERE you mention that his aunt dumps him in suribachi city AND that: "Mori was insistent on it, said we couldn’t risk one of them ever returning and upending everything we’ve built. He’s still searching for some to this day just to make sure.”

CARINA...ARE YOU FORESHADOWING SOMETHING??????

REDDDD AJDUFHASIFHSDUIF NEITHER OF THEM DIE BY THE END OF THE FIC I PROMISEEEE

OMG i was SOOOO excited to finally get the guild here because now is when the plot really starts to finally kick up, it's gonna get intense QUICKKKKK hehehe ... but we still have one chapter left of reader and dazai being able to chill

KSDFHAISFHUSHFD I PROMISEEEEEE IT WON'T END THE SAME WAY AS UU ... what happened to dazai tho ... that hasn't been confirmed yet ;) he's under the impression that it was another suicide attempt but it's worthwhile to note that he doesn't remember anything leading up to what happened.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHHHHHHHHH I CAN NEITHER CONFIRM NOR DENY ANYTHING UR SAYING HAHAHAHHAHHHHHHH BUT UR DEFINITELY ONTO SOMETHING THERE

beloved red <3333 it's always a pleasure to see you in my notifs, i hope school is going well for you lovely

[erineas]

Hi there! Hope you don't mind but I'm just wondering if you have any recs for fanfics of the skellies :D I typically love reverse harem trope ones racoonsinqueen & tyranttortoise my absolute favs but if you know any that are just one main pairing but the writing is still good, I'd love to know :D

OK, EVERYONE STOP THEIR HORSES, because it's fanfic appreciation time ✨

I've read my fair share of fanfics, most aren't finished or their authors disappeared but I'll mention them too because they still very much worth it and I. Just. Love. Themmmm!

Also I'll try listing by memory so this is probably going to be messy:

Bitty Hunt by RND_Injustice (SSLL but you're a bitty! Unfinished, has 33 chapters + 18 bonus chapters in here. 10/10 Already read it three times) My Favorite Red Scarf by RND_Injustice (Reader x UT Papyrus. Unfinished, has 34 chapters. MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. 100/10 I want to marathon this fic with someone, if that makes sense) Fur a good time, Call by popatochisp (Reader x HT Sans. Finished, with extra chapters on Snips & Snails. Another favorite with a 100/10. Also want to marathon this one) Dirty Laundry by popatochisp (Reader x Swapfell bros. Finished. To be honest I don't remember much, that's why it's in my rereading list but it promise very good things and the feelings I get just reading bits are like-- kdjkdjkdj my heart!) On top of the Bone Pile by Lyrjok (Reverse Harem. Finished. Good writing, SSLL vibes but totally different and really good. 10/10. Rereading right now) A Mouse Among Skeletons by Duchess_Aquarius (Reverse Harem with more skeletons than the main 5 AUs. Kinda crazy, rlly, but I still ate it. Finished. Be sure to read the tags. Rlly good writing. You decide how good it is) Bones, Picked Clean by lulu-writes (Reverse Harem. Unfinished. 37 chapters. I don't remember much about it but I loved their Horrortale bros) The Skeleton Games by Poetax (Reader x UF Sans. On going, has 56 chapters by this time, SHORTY RED. I also love this one, another favorite hehe. Unexpected 100/10 to me) Aggre(v/g)ation by Llama_Goddess (Reverse Harem with UF/HT/UT Sans x Reader. Finished. Being honest again, I started reading years ago and haven't finished it for reasons that have nothing to do with the fic. I found it again and let's just say there's a reason why everyone worships this fic)

Those are ones that made my days the first time I enter tumblr. Now that i'm back, lets continue with the recent ones i've read:

House Next Door by BattleMaiden13 (Reverse Harem. On going. Has 130 chapters by this time but you're damned if you want to catch up because THAT AUTHOR IS FAST AF. I've started reading like a month ago and they already posted 25 chapters. Writing improves very fast as you're reading and there's so many things to enjoy. Delicious. 10/10) Saving Three Ex-cell-lent Skeletons by RecklesslyCaffeinated (Reverse harem with UF/HT/UT Sans x Reader. Finished with a second book on the works. ABSOLUTE BANGER. Another 10/10, made me heart bleed for skeletons and question myself) It's just a Game by Htsan (You x UT Sans. Finished. Unconventional. Read it if you like heavy angst and interactive games, and maybe hate your emotional stability... Really good, tho. 10/10. Made me cry so many times. Not gonna elaborate)

[spacehostilityy]

rewatch nnt with me s2ep13-18

Hey boiz this is a draft from the summer but i want to enjoy interests again so it's getting published (ps i have an even cringier sideblog now @sillyspacehostilityy where i can rb things and not clog up y'all's feeds heehee)

it’s going by so fast 😭 BUT im gonna reread/actually finish the manga so it’s fine

“what do you think youre doing with her???” he’s making out with her Jericho, it’s kinda obvious

“I don’t think i like you. 😕” kwjfnlfsfighskfgl lollll

NEW INTROOOOO my second fave theme song too hehe

also the angst on this one is so good

there goes ban’s shirt. again

I honestly love Elaine’s rage, i wish they had left her just a tiny bit more fucked up. bc he exploding like that makes sense after all that she’s been through

cat fightttt. this does NOT pass the bechdel test

“asleep or awake, you’re the only thing that man thinks about” ouchie

mmm mind control anguish delicious

ban hearing that meliodas is the “traitor of the demon race” and just rolling with it<3

“Oh wait that was two! sorryyy i lost count” such a sassy little man i love him

ban has a pure and beautiful soul🥺

catch me crying over melban hahahaaaa

hendy looks cute in the tavern uniform tho haha

:(

im just glad they kill galand quick so zhivago can return to his son in a peaceful death

the “dad” KILLS MEEEE

im in love with deldry. which i guess is her whole thing

deldry and arden tho... 👀👀👀

actually so impressed with Jericho

galand liking golf is canon. do with this information what you will

IM SO EXCITED FOR ESCANOR HEEHEE

wait how did i forget Escanor’s tavern is called my sweet glutton thats so cute🥺🥺

escanor is so babygirl i love him so fucking much

i love them so much too

IN ENGLISH ESCANOR SAYS HE’S FEELING CHARITABLE FOR LETTING MELASCULA GO BUT IN SPANISH HE SAYS HES FEELING FEMINIST LOLLLL

Ban and King brother in law relationship is actually the funniest possible relationship in this show

Diane constantly wanting to eat hawk sparks joy

gilfrost kinda hot, sad that hes literally just vivian :/

howzer saying “that’s our diane” after she uses double hammer and she winks at him...

theyre just rlly cute im sorrry

no bc why does sir nanashi seem like a western portrayed japanese stereotype in japanese media?

arthur and meliodas are so cute i want to see them interact more !!

I LOVE MELIODAS AND BAN SM their funny little deranged rituals are so cute 🤪

rip to arthur tho he looked terrified lol

im going to cry like a bitch when they get reunited in purgatory

why does meliodas call Hawk “bovine bastard”? Bovine means cow or beef. As someone from Texas, i am intimately familiar with livestock classifications and i am CONFUSED. it should be porcine

tiny griamore is so fucking cute on hendy’s back😭

but ban looks fucking terrifying what is up with his face lol

I cant believe escanor almost got fucking taken out by gloxinia lol hes so much stronger than him

the start of arthur and nanashi’s friendship !!

gloxinia’s substitute looking like gerheade 😭

shes so beautiful 🥺

I love the implication that Elaine WAS in fact going to kill them lol

Ban: I KNOW you didn’t just call me a baby *hand gets torn off*

Meliodas: uhh Ban, what just happened to your hand??

Ban: don’t you change the subject >:/

king is about to die from being too horny damn

bro why is dreyfus so fucking ripped bitch got me blushing like DAMN

[lablim64]

The plan 02

-Meanwhile with the others-

We saw what monster and Albert got into, and we all curious about what gonna happen next, but for that we need to look at the household during this situation because it will be needed and get more info about the characters Lores and stuff

-a little hard language warning hehe-

After hours of the gang not returning kept lim awake and all, he's not seem to sleep in peace feeling that something is off so he get up and go down stairs to his dad to ask him about this situation and that he feels like he need to help

Well, let just say lim didn't take no so well about this situation cause the son and father to make a little argument and lim end up being like some how grounded, no bad harms tho, just a father who worries to keep his child safe and a son who's mind is not healed and still restless about most stuff, he's a teen after all lol

Lim angrily go to his room, silently wineing about what happened

"і ᥴᥲᥒ'𝗍 ᑲᥱᥣіᥱ᥎ᥱ 𝗍һіs..һᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ ᥣᥱ𝗍 𝗍һrᥱᥱ m᥆r𝗍ᥲᥣs mіgһ𝗍 ძіᥱ ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ ᥣᥱ𝗍𝗍іᥒg ᥲᥒ ᥙᥒძᥱᥲძ g᥆ 𝗍һᥱrᥱ? һ᥆ᥕ mᥡ ᥣі𝖿ᥱ іs іᥒ ძᥲᥒgᥱr? і ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ һᥲ᥎ᥱ ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥲ𝗍 ᥲᥣᥣ"

"𝗍һіs ᥲᥣᥕᥲᥡs һᥲ⍴⍴ᥱᥒs..𝖿іrs𝗍 𝗍һᥱᥡ ᥕіᥒᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 һ᥆ᥕ mᥱ ᑲᥱіᥒg ᥴᥣ᥆sᥱ 𝗍᥆ ȷᥱ𝗍𝗍 іs " ᥒ᥆𝗍 һᥱᥲᥣ𝗍һᥡ" ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥣᥱ𝗍 ᥲ gᥙᥡ ᥕһ᥆ ᥕᥱrᥱ ᥲᥣm᥆s𝗍 ᥕіᥣᥣіᥒg 𝗍᥆ kіᥣᥣ mᥱ gі᥎ᥱ mᥱ 𝗍һᥱrᥲ⍴ᥡ, 𝗍һᥱᥒ mᥡ sіs𝗍ᥱr g᥆ᥒᥱ ᥲgᥲіᥒs𝗍 mᥱ 𝗍һіᥒkіᥒg sһᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ ȷᥙs𝗍 sᥴһ᥆ᥣᥣ ⍴ᥱ᥆⍴ᥣᥱ ᥲᥒძ sᥲᥡ s᥆rrᥡ ᥲ𝖿𝗍ᥱr ᥣіkᥱ ᥒ᥆𝗍һіᥒg..ᥲᥒძ ᥒ᥆ᥕ mᥡ ძᥲძ 𝗍һіᥒks 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 і ᥴᥲᥒ ძіᥱ, ᥲm і ᥴrᥲzᥡ ᥆r іs 𝗍һіs һ᥆ᥕ s᥆ ᥴᥲᥣᥣᥱძ s𝗍ᥲᑲᥣᥱs ᥲrᥱ ᥣіkᥱ??"

Ofc lim wineing didn't go on since he still worries about his friends might being captured there, he take a long pause and think

"і𝖿 і ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 g᥆ 𝗍һᥱrᥱ..ᥕһ᥆ ᥕіᥣᥣ? ᥒ᥆ ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥕіᥣᥣ kᥒ᥆ᥕ ᥕһᥱrᥱ 𝗍һᥱᥡ ᥲrᥱ...ᥒ᥆ ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥣіs𝗍ᥱᥒіᥒg 𝗍᥆ mᥱ..ᑲᥙ𝗍 һ᥆ᥕ ᥴᥲᥒ і ᥣᥱᥲ᥎ᥱ ᥒ᥆ᥕ? і'm ᥣіkᥱ gr᥆ᥙᥒძᥱძ ᥆r s᥆mᥱ ᥴrᥲ⍴"

Lim looks at the window, the window with an open lock, thomas usually lock that window for safety ever since the feeling told him some possibilities lim can do, the lock was bare open, looks like thomas forgot to lock it

Lim stare at it for a moment and then a shine get to his eyes

"..ᥱ᥊sᥙsᥱ mᥱ 𝖿᥆r 𝗍һіs ძᥲძ, ᑲᥙ𝗍 і𝖿 ᥒ᥆ ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥕіᥣᥣ ᥴ᥆mᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ mᥱ..𝗍һᥱᥒ і һᥲ᥎ᥱ 𝗍᥆ ძ᥆ і𝗍 mᥡsᥱᥣ𝖿."

Lim quietly walked to the window but the feeling whispers

"What are you thinking? Giving your parents a heart attack?"

"ᥕһᥡ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥴᥲrᥱ? ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥒᥱ᥎ᥱr ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ 𝗍rіᥱძ 𝗍᥆ ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍һᥱm ᑲᥱᥴᥲᥙsᥱ 𝗍һᥱᥡ ᥲrᥱ m᥆r𝗍ᥲᥣs"

"Yeah but that guy still written as your father."

"һᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ ᑲᥣᥲmᥱ m ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 і𝗍, sһᥱ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍ᥱძ і𝗍 ᥕі𝗍һ һᥱr ⍴ᥙᥣᥣіᥒg s᥆mᥱ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ һᥱr 𝗍᥆ rіsk ᥲ ᥣі𝖿ᥱ."

"You're not thinking right again lim, they are not the parents you been with you know"

"..і kᥒ᥆ᥕ...ᑲᥙ𝗍 і'm sіᥴk ᥆𝖿 𝗍һᥱm 𝗍ᥲᥣkіᥒg ᥣіkᥱ і sһ᥆ᥙᥣძ ᑲᥱ ᥲsһᥲmᥱძ 𝖿᥆r ᥕᥲᥒ𝗍іᥒg 𝗍᥆ rіsk ᥲᥒძ ძіᥱ..ᥱһᥲ𝗍 𝗍һᥱᥡ ᥱ᥊⍴ᥱᥴ𝗍 𝖿r᥆m ᥲᥒ ᥙᥒძᥱᥲძ? і ᥕᥱrᥱ ᥒᥱ᥎ᥱr ⍴ᥣᥲᥒᥒᥱძ 𝗍᥆ s𝗍ᥲᥡ 𝗍һіs ᥣ᥆ᥒg..ᥕһᥡ 𝗍һᥱᥡ ᥕᥲs𝗍іᥒg 𝗍һᥱіr ᥣі𝖿ᥱ ᥕі𝗍һ ᥲᥒ ᥙᥒgrᥱᥲ𝗍𝖿ᥙᥣᥣ 𝖿rᥱᥲk ᥣіkᥱ mᥱ?"

"Listen, I won't stop you, but you can't JUST leave like nothing, at least left a note so he didn't think that you left because of him"

"һmmm..ᥡ᥆ᥙ'rᥱ rіgһ𝗍, ᥲ𝗍 ᥣᥱᥲs𝗍 і sһ᥆ᥙᥣძ 𝗍ᥱᥣᥣ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 і g᥆ 𝗍᥆ һᥱᥣ⍴, mᥲᥡᑲᥱ һᥱ'ᥣᥣ sᥱᥱ і𝗍 ᥕһᥱᥒ і ᥲᥴ𝗍ᥙᥲᥣᥣᥡ ᥕ᥆rkᥱძ g᥆᥆ძ 𝖿᥆r 𝗍һᥱm"

After this small talk the feeling's whispers are disappeared and lim get a paper and a pen, write something and open the window

One jump and he's down at the floor, he then quickly run off to the way to the hospital

Lim..you stupid idiot, you always risk your life, never had a feeling about who might do what, I sometimes wish I written you a better story so you at least grow up knowing it..

To be continued

@weirdsillycreature @honeybuzzdraws ok I admit I ran out of ideas that makes sense to keep the series story so I add more angst so we can both also learn more about monster and lim lol

But don't worry, there's an good ending, I assume-

[fatuismooches]

FUCK I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SEND YOU AN ASK ABOUT THE FIC... i just got hit full force but like 89831 different fucking projects all at once MY BAD POOKIE BUT UGHHHHHHH oh my god.... part 2??? yes.. all of it is soooo YESS

YESS you visualized everything what you've been talking about how reader would react when they first wake up after centuries and honestly hella realistic EVEN THOUGH I JUST WANNA HOLD READER AND KISS THEIR FOREHEAD 😭😭😭

reader interacting with the segments has my HEARTTT oh my god.. especially omega.. he's SUCH A DEVIOUS MOTHERFUCKEGUJK,,, also reader naming the segments UGHHH i adore that idea so much pleaseee ,, i love how the segments who didn't give a shit suddenly changed their minds when reader said they wanna give them names... THE SWITCH UP AND THE IMMEDIATE DENIAL...

READER MEETING BABY ZANDY ,,, FUCKINGG hell got me sooo soft i wanna hold baby zandy and treat him soo nicely 🥹🥹

ALSO YESS omgg,,, this part has me sooo fucking soft like reader making friends??? with the other harbingers??? i love it... omg they'd be such good besties with columbina,, i think pantalone helps reader adjust to present time as well, especially with it comes with money or the economy (if you ever ask him about it)

but oh.... to top it all off nicely, you gotta sneak in some subtle angst!!! smh... (im so proud of you tho!! like yasss sis feed me sad shit >:333) poor scara and reader :( i think they would've gotten along if reader wasn't dottore's lover n' scara wasn't dottore's experiment ,,,

ALL IN ALL. fuck you pookie im not excited for the next two parts (im kidding I AM IM JUST... NOT READY... pleas epost it next year so i'll be ready enough thank you /jjj) NO SERIOUSLY THIS TIME,, THIS WAS SOOO GOOOD and i love it so much, really popped off honestly (evil laughs because it's dottore)... like im soo happy to see how much you've grown esp thru writing !!!

have a good day pookie, im going back to my grave where i died for the next few days 💗💗

ALSO I WAS GONNA SEND IN ANOTHER DOTTORE IDEA but i fucking forgot again. FUCKS SAKE i hate not writing shit down...

POOKS DONT EVEN WORRY!! Just make sure to take care of yourself ok?? School can really be an ass i understand-

BUT OMG GRENFRG AHHH YOU'RE MAKING ME SMILE TOO MUCH POOKIE AHHWQ I'm so happy you liked it 🥺 BUT NGL I WANNA GIVE READER THE BIGGEST HUG TOO 😭 i put them through too much don't i 😭 dw they will be getting Dottore comfort next chapter!!

Bro i love writing Omega as a devious mf so much 😭 IM SO GLAD U LIKED THAT PART BC I WAS GIGGLING TO MYSELF ABT HOW THEY DGAF ABT THINGS BUT THEN SUDDENLY THEYRE INTERESTED WHEN UR A PART OF IT

AND YESSSS READER MAKING FRIENDS RAHHHH that part was probably really long for a Dottore fic but. i feel like having friends is so important and fragile reader really deserve some niceness in their lives 🥺 AND OMG NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT. Fragile reader would be freaking blown away from inflation. i don't know how prices were four hundred years ago but they would probably be shocked to their core when they see how much expensive things are now?? imagine fragile reader trying to stop Dottore from buying things for them because of how expensive things are now, and they're having flashbacks to being a broke Akademiya student 😭 And Dottore is just honestly finding it amusing to see you freak out and beg him to save his money (it's okay, he's a Harbinger he's loaded) (as long as he's not spending it on experiments)

BUT YEAH MAYBE IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE... reader and Scara could have been friends :( we'll never know... but yasss i will continue to feed you sad shit >:) hehe I CANT WAIT TO POST THE FINAL PART!! ngl the ending of the fic was like. the first thing i wrote for it because it hit me and i was like i CANT forget this. im telling you pookie its gonna be pretty juicy. BUT THANK YOU YOU'RE BEING SO KIND AHHH it's really sweet of you. thank you for being here for so long in my writing journey (and my descent into Dottore madness) ily 🥺