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Forgive me if this is too specific!

Could I maybe ask for Ayato and a male reader? (gender neutral is fine to if your work is better suited for it) Where the reader, who was his main partner and go-to person in basketball is sick? And it’s just not the same without them there, so Ayato /makes an attempt/ to take care of them? :O

A Scenario or just general headcanons are fine!! whichever you feel like writing in the moment! I loved the piece you did with Kanato, so I’m excited to see how you write for Ayato! :D

hey! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy ~

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over 1k words

ayato x reader (gender neutral, i used the second person)

hurt comfort, i suppose

headcannons and fanfic

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He tried to convince himself that he had been patient. At this point his nausea was palpable to the pitiable wretch sitting next to him. The hyperactivity of his mind mimicked the convulsing atmosphere around him. He wondered if anyone could feel the walls pulsing like he had. He felt the ticking of the clock under the skin behind his neck, his nails biting into his palms, and the bouncing of his leg both tapping the floor and hitting the underbelly of his desk.

Ayato’s favorite little thing was absent, and had been absent, for too fucking long. Of course, this shouldn’t have been a problem. And that was the issue: it was a big fuckimg deal.

- Ayato would not handle absence well (shocker)

- I think he would try and cope for the first day or so as to not look weak, but his resolve is much weaker than his comrades

- The worst part is that you were his teammate with a match coming up

- That meant staring at your empty spot 24/7 and just feeling the empty space create a hole in his atmosphere. It was breathtaking (in the tuberculosis way, not the sexy way rip)

- Ayato would have to search for you around, which would be him (not so subtly) encroaching himself in places with your friends and eventually getting out of them where you live

- He’s never hated humans more: you left him to die all by his lonesome because of sickness?? The betrayal.

- After another sleepless day and you not being back in class he would break and go to your place

The first thing that hit Ayato was the smell. Even from the doorway he could just feel you permeate from the surroundings. The walls were caked in you. The front door had the oils from your hand stained deep into the wood. The welcome mat (reading,“Get Out, Bitch) had the dirt of your shoes, where you sweat so much from after practice, deep set into its surface.

His throat dried immediately. After not feeling you for so long this was intoxicating and too much. Without even realizing it, he almost lurched forward and knocked (banged) on your door. With a prompt five seconds of waiting, he started pounding frantically. His eyes caught onto the doorbell and he stumbled and forced his palm onto the device.

Finally, the door unlocked and opened.

If you had to be honest, seeing one of your friends look like they were about to piss themselves on your front doorstep would usually be very funny, but seeing his frantic breathing and white knuckles gripping the side of your doorframe made you reconsider.

“Where the hell have you been?” Ayato barked it out, but it was breathy and strained. You wondered if he was about to cry.

Gesturing to yourself to make it more obvious, “Been sick, do you not have eyes?”

“Shut it, get inside then.”

- He led you indoors

- The strangest part was that he was so distant, emotionally and physically. His eyes glossed over and he just gazed at all of the decorations in your kitchen. Climbing back onto the counter, you started finishing your soup as you peered back onto him. Ayato was practically glued to the opposite wall, his eyes staring down the photo framed of you and your other teammate. You had met him before Ayato, but that didn’t matter to him. You had nothing of him in your house, and that was going to be a problem

- While he had no fucking idea how to tale care of humans, the best way to imprint yourself in a person’s life (the first step, rather) is to keep them alive. That’s rule number one of people doing (unless you’re Kanato, but I think Ayato would argue his “personhood”)

- After that, he would imprint himself into something much more personal than a picture. No, next up was you.

- As if hearing his name called, his eyes snapped up to you. Shit, you looked pretty when sick. Red nose, watery eyes, soft clothes, half lidded gaze. Within an instant he was tearing you down from the counter and placing the empty bowl into the sink. If you had felt any better you would have had the clarity to see that that was inhuman.

- You were sick though, and just blamed it on brain fog

- His grip went under your thighs, hoisting you over his shoulder. The coldness of his hands would have felt so good for the fever if only his claws would just stop digging in. You could have believed that he would have left marks into your skin

- The other hand wandered down your back before returning upwards towards the back of your neck and pressed you deeper into him

- He didn’t say a word as he led you to your bedroom and shoved you onto the bed

- Fuck, if he thought the front door smelt like you…

- He dragged the covers over you (“Stay down” “I’m not tired” “And I don’t give a shit. Down, now.”)

- He closed the curtain

The softness of the sheets made your head feel just a bit better, but even if you weren’t nauseous before the sight of Ayato grinding his teeth, gripping the desk for support, and staring you down like a damn predator you sure were now.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why did you get sick?”

That felt accusatory, but you let it slide. “Just ‘appens sometimes. Everyone gets sick.”

“Only weak bitches like you.”

“I must say, this is some five star health care. Where were you taught? Christian mingle?”

“Isn’t that some couple shit?”

“With the way you’re looking at me it feels like we’re at third base, hunny-bun.”

His eyes snapped down from that, “If you ever fucking call me that again I’ll kill you my damn self and make it look like an accident you son of a—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can you stop talking? My head aches right now.”

Another flash moment with him by your side. The coldness of his palm pressed against your forehead. Concern laced with panic was in his gaze. His hand trailed down to your sternum, “Move over. I’m staying with you tonight.”

You obliged.

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dixbolik-bby-wrks · 3 years

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50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Send in a number and a pairing!

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

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dixbolik-bby-wrks · 3 years

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thank you so much <<33 that means so much to hear!

a lovely hurt, a miserable comfort

written: 10/17/21

request by @papuru666

kanato x reader

note: so i actually haven't ever physically written fanfiction before, but i usually do short stories and poetry. i wrote this in a little over 30 minutes but i am pretty proud of it right now. It's angsty beware (just how i like em)

written in first person

word count: just over 1K

With concerns to how a person must always return to a comforting hurt, I must be an alcoholic. The feeling of dread in the most comforting of days has been a facet of my experience for long enough that the most lively of feelings fall dead and dormant at the touch of my silver hands. It’s how I am. It’s how I live. The most delightful hurts in the most miserable of comforts—how lovely it is and must be.

I think I’ve begun to relish in it—this sweet insincerity. The dichotomy between myself and the extremity of him has led me to this passion.

I inhaled the scent of the wet earth, and with its sourness I recognized I am not alone anymore.

You wouldn’t know unless you were me: the soundless footsteps echo in the unease of the atmosphere. It’s something only experience can grant you. Worst of all, I don’t think he realizes it either. It’s lonely.

“You shouldn’t make me look for you,” a snarl, “I thought I taught you manners.”

I set my eyes on the indigo waters of the lake beneath us and, in that moment of clarity, I felt like I wanted to drown in it. “My apologies, Kanato. Would you like to sit with me? The moon is lovely.”

I couldn’t see him but I could feel his jaw clench. He silently sat down next to me and his sharp gaze cut into me. I think I am bleeding. He would prefer it if I was.

The lilacs of his eyes are lovelier than the indigo water, and I think I’ve already drowned. His features have always been mixed into each other and given different purposes. In the first hour, you realize his eyes have teeth and they will sip on your marrow. In the second hour, you realize his nails do the job of a mouth. They give you bloody kisses on your flesh and when he’s had his fun and you're left grasping for any affection their mark reminds you. They remind you you’ll never leave. Never. In the final hour, you realize his mouth does the job of his hands. They knock the breath out of you, like when you realize the holes in the walls of your house aren’t aesthetic choices from your father. They are like when your mother jests your insecurities to her friends for a laugh. They are like the lake.

A sudden clawed and cold hand gripped the back of my neck and turned me to him, “Look at me when I talk to you.” I start stumbling out an apology before I feel a sharp pain on my cheek.

A lovely hurt, a miserable comfort: to have a reaction and to react.

He released me like I burned his hands to the touch. I think I could have. “I love breaking pretty things.” He casts his eyes back to the indigo, “It’s good to purge it out, I wish I could purge this lake.”

I think that’s why I am still here.

I wish I was pretty.

He threw a pebble into the still lake and the ripples created a pattern that slowly faded. “You wouldn’t understand it. The constant of beautiful things, I hate it,” He paused and gripped his stuffed bear tighter and it almost felt like it was my neck. His eyes turned and bored into mine, “The shortness of their existence, it is what makes them pretty, wouldn’t you say so y/n?”

I let a beat of silence pass by before I acted on my feelings. I let in a breath and focused on the cool still air suffocating me and the lead of my sitting legs dragging me to the earth. “Could you teach me, Kanato?”

He knit his eyebrows and scowled, “Don’t tell me what to do, human.” His eyes fell back to the water and the hand not on the teddy bear clawed into his pastel cardigan. I was almost startled to see his hair was almost matted on one side of his head—he had been anxious again.

“Make me pretty, please?”

You could have mistaken him for a statue before he let out a wicked grin. In a flash, he grappled himself upright and yanked me up with him. His claws dug into my shoulders. I think he was happy, but frankly how could I tell?

“Ah, y/n, you can create ideas in that stupid head of yours.” He then paused thoughtfully, “I could turn you into a doll afterwards, and,” he moved one hand to my throat, “You could be my favorite, at least for a while.”

A lovely hurt, a miserable comfort: to be wanted. I know we both know what that feels like.

“I’ll paint your lips rouge and soften your hair,” the hand on my shoulder came up to caress my scalp. I knew if anyone saw it they would think it was a sweet moment between lovers before theywitnessed the hand bruising my throat; I don’t think of it as a despite, I still think it’s sweet. Sweeter than his tastes allowed. Sweet enough that I knew the cause of his anxiety. Sweet enough that I knew I had to go.

“I’ll dress you in lace.”

“I would like that, Kanato.”

The grip on my throat tightened. He was breathless when he pulled me closer, and I was breathless when he kissed me. It was hungry and bloody and wanting.

We slowly went to our knees on the floor, and his teeth (the ones not in his eyes, though I knew they were eating me up too) tore into my lip. He jerked away suddenly and just as fast gripped the back of my neck and pushed my head under water. The quickness of it all made me inhale the indigo blues. I could never be sure with him, but I think he was crying.

A lovely hurt, a miserable comfort: to leave and be left, to hold and to die.

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a lovely hurt, a miserable comfort

written: 10/17/21

request by @papuru666

kanato x reader

written in first person

word count: just over 1K

I think I’ve begun to relish in it—this sweet insincerity. The dichotomy between myself and the extremity of him has led me to this passion.

I inhaled the scent of the wet earth, and with its sourness I recognized I am not alone anymore.

“You shouldn’t make me look for you,” a snarl, “I thought I taught you manners.”

I couldn’t see him but I could feel his jaw clench. He silently sat down next to me and his sharp gaze cut into me. I think I am bleeding. He would prefer it if I was.

A sudden clawed and cold hand gripped the back of my neck and turned me to him, “Look at me when I talk to you.” I start stumbling out an apology before I feel a sharp pain on my cheek.

A lovely hurt, a miserable comfort: to have a reaction and to react.

I think that’s why I am still here.

I wish I was pretty.

“Make me pretty, please?”

A lovely hurt, a miserable comfort: to be wanted. I know we both know what that feels like.

“I’ll paint your lips rouge and soften your hair,” the hand on my shoulder came up to caress my scalp. I knew if anyone saw it they would think it was a sweet moment between lovers before they witnessed the hand bruising my throat; I don’t think of it as a despite, I still think it’s sweet. Sweeter than his tastes allowed. Sweet enough that I knew the cause of his anxiety. Sweet enough that I knew I had to go.

“I’ll dress you in lace.”

“I would like that, Kanato.”

The grip on my throat tightened. He was breathless when he pulled me closer, and I was breathless when he kissed me. It was hungry and bloody and wanting.

A lovely hurt, a miserable comfort: to leave and be left, to hold and to die.

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dixbolik-bby-wrks · 3 years

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intimate prompts for slow burn relationships

making eye-contact with your lover from across the room, gesturing for them to follow you outside

tracing a finger across your lover's scar

laying a hand on your lover's thigh

threatening your lover with a knife

leaning in for a kiss but pulling away last second

telling your lover ''you're so beautiful'' knowing that's all you can say

intertwining fingers with your lover, something unspoken in the glance you share

straddling your lover's thighs

your hand touches your lover's and it feels like your whole world is on fire, so you have to take it away

tying your lover's tie

saying ''i love you'' and not being believed at first, so you repeat yourself

agreeing to sleep in separate beds but ending up sneaking into each other's to snuggle

''i'm not in love with you.'' ''good.''

a friend has told your lover you're in love with them, you deny it when they ask you about it

not being able to look into your lover's eyes because it will send you down a spiral you won't get out of

scolding your lover for almost getting themselves killed, and your lover asks you why you care so much

your lover almost dies and that's when it clicks for you

not being able to let go when you have them in your arms

catching each other undressing and very obviously checking each other's bodies out

kissing your lover when they ask you why you've been avoiding them, not realizing it's because you're jealous that they've been hanging out with [a potential love interest]

bandaging each other up and sharing a tender moment

laying awake at night, wishing your lover was next to you

kissing your lover's forehead, torn apart knowing that's all you can do

looking deep into your lover's eyes, both of you lost in the moment

tracing your fingers down your lover's chest, stopping at their zipper, looking up at them for confirmation

flirting with your lover from across the room

solid eye-contact, then *gaze drops to lips*

grabbing each other's face and not being able to let go, or look away, leaning in to kiss just as you're being interrupted

letting your lover know you'll always be there for them, no matter what happens

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Prompt List #2

Feel free to use these for whatever you may want! Credit is not necessary.

PROMPT LIST #1 - PROMPT LIST #2 - PROMPT LIST #3

Fluff

“I’ve learnt to love you.”

“They’re good for each-other.”

“(She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.”

“Shut up and hold me.”

“I’m not leaving. Ever.”

“I promised to love you forever.”

“You’ll find your way back to me, I know you will.”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“Can you sing that song for me again?”

“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”

“I know it’s 2 in the morning but do you want to…”

“It looks good on you.”

“You’re the reason I’m still here.”

“I love you and all but…”

“You saved me.”

“Would you like to stay?”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“I’m quite comfortable here.”

“How did I manage to get you.”

“Maybe I’m just lucky.”

“It’s us agaisnt the world.”

“Are you hurt? What happened?”

“You fainted, are you alright?”

“What do you remember?”

“I think (she/he/they/I) rubbed off on you.”

“Don’t let go.”

“I promise.”

“Am I dreaming?”

“I don’t want to wake up.”

“Find me again.”

“Don’t forget me.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on doing that.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“I wish we didn’t we have to say goodbye.”

“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?”

“Because I fell for you, isn’t it obvious?”

“I could never get tired of you.”

“Are you alright?” “I will be.”

“No you don’t understand, I have to get back!”

“I’m not your princess.”

“You say you hate it but your red face is telling me otherwise.”

“For (her/him/them), (I’ll do) anything.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) worth the wait.”

“I can be your reason why.”

“This is not what I meant when I told you to fall for me.”

“I don’t know if I want to yell at you or kiss you.”

“Is it that hard to believe that I love you?”

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.”

“Is somebody jealous?”

“Can you quit being sappy for five seconds?”

Angst

“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

“It’s always a losing game with you.”

“If it means anything, I love you.”

“I must’ve loved (her/him/them) a lot.”

“You’re in-love with somebody else.”

“(She/he/they/I) lost (her/his/their/my) soulmate.”

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way.”

“I’ve moved on.”

“This isn’t the person I fell in-love with.”

“It doesn’t matter unless I’m their last right?”

“Why are you still fighting?”

“You were the one who walked out, not me.”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You’re choosing (her/him/them) over me?”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

“You lost the right when you walked out of my life.”

“What happened to forever?”

“Don’t you remember me?”

“Would you have said yes?”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it is!”

“You’re with me for a reason, right?”

“Why would (I/she/he) fall for someone else?”

“I haven’t seen you in months.”

“You’ll always be a friend.”

“Did you love me (me/her/him/them)?”

“I’m sorry.” “For what?” “Everything.”

“I’ll see you soon, I promise.”

“You have to let me go.”

“It’s all in my head. This isn’t actually happening, you’re not real!”

“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.”

“Why are you letting (her/him/them/me) do this to you?” “Because I love (her/him/them/you).”

“Would you do the same for me?”

“What happened to all of our promises?”

“This was our forever.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“It’s been years, can’t you just give me a chance.”

“I’m not ready to get hurt again.”

“Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”

“I’m not ready to lose you.”

“No, not again. Please!”

“You just had to go and ruin everything.”

“Why do we have to keep hiding? I’m tired of being kept a secret.”

“You know this means nothing right?”

“It’s not my fault you believe(d) everything I (say/said).”

“You promised forever.”

“Why is it so hard for you to believe me?”

“Wake up! Please don’t do this to me.”

“Why did you have to go and fall in love with me?”

“I shouldn’t still be in love with you.”

General

“I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind.”

“Do you not remember me?”

“I thought you said wouldn’t fall in-love.”

“(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be friends to be ‘just friends’ too.”

“I’d never fall in-love.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Just take my hand.”

“You’re weak.”

“Was that part of the bet?”

“At least I kept my promises.”

“Take me back.”

“I need (her/him/them).”

“Do you miss me?”

“What happened to us?”

“People say I’m heartless.”

“Another nightmare?”

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Is that a threat?”

“Hold onto me.”

“I have nothing.”

“It’s killing you.”

“Maybe you should give up.”

“I’m tired of running.”

“(She/he/they) changed (her/his/their) world.”

“Just like we promised.”

“I can’t leave.”

“You’re a bad liar did you know?”

“I could’ve helped.”

“I never wanted any of this.”

“Only you.”

“Come home.”

“I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Just say the word.”

“Well, I can scratch that off my bucket list.”

“We really shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Do you trust me?” “No.”

“It was your idea!”

“What happened to your face?”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I don’t like you.”

“I haven’t seen you in months.”

“Why is it always you?”

“Don’t let go.”

“Who said I ever stopped?”

“Get out of my head.”

“You flinched.”

“Is it worth it? Risking everything just for a chance.”

“I did it again, didn’t I?”

“I’m not going to fight you.”

“Every time I think I’m close to finally figuring you out you end up surprising me.”

A/N: While a majority of these are mine there are a few I have found online/was inspired by

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