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n0tamused · 2 months

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Can i request a drabble with Newbie Assistant reader! x jing yuan? I've been thinking (daydreaming) abt this for a while with my delulu brain. From what qingzu says, he prefers everyone adress him as jing yuan. And not full title.

Where reader is his wife and he can't go 1 minute without hugging her and worst part, she works at the seat of divine foresight and everyone at the seat has to witness his love sick behavior. I imagine especially fu xuan will be pissed like 'get to work, general!'

Honestly just a food for thought u don't have to take this srsly. Luv u, byeee <33

A/n: Anon you got my gears turning with this food and you have successfully dragged me out of the hole of writer's block. Thank you for that and I really hope you enjoy this little drabble I made, specifically for the second prompt! Man I love this man I wanna eat him. Just imagine him with a wife that's also on the strict side and just knows to get him back to his work but he just wants another kiss before he lets her leave his embrace-

Content: female reader, fluff, drabble

Big arms find their place around her waist and before she can pluck them off, Jing Yuan has slotted himself against her back. His chin rested on top of her shoulder and his golden eyes sluggish dragged their gaze over the documents his lovely wife was working on sorting out. A signature smile remained plastered over his lips even when he felt the scolding words bubble in your throat.

He never shared her shyness, as he called it, in the workplace. It was nothing that could damage either of their reputation, a little bit of hugging and a few cheek kisses here and there - if anything, he held firm belief that more warm displays of affection could even make the workplace be less stagnant. Why does everyone have to be so stiff? Jing Yuan knew to not cross any boundaries that could make his affections be perceived as something odd or even bad. But in an empty office, like the state it was in now, where no one paid them any mind, he really couldn’t help but pounce at the opportunity.

“Have you finished your paperwork so soon today, General?” she’d bite at him with her words, fully familiar with his tendencies to neglect the piling papers on his desk.

“Certainly. For today I have done the amount my hands could endure” Jing Yuan responded with a peck to the side of her exposed neck, smiling into her skin when he smelled some of his soap there. She smelled so warm, so relaxing, and it made him squeeze her in his arms just a little more. He heard his love exhale at his squeeze, and despite the facade she tried to keep on, he could see traces of a smile on her pretty lips when he lifted his gaze. “And what did we say about name calling? I’m Jing Yuan to you, your white lion, your husband, am I not?” He playfully nips at her ear, his warm breath fanning across her skin and making her hairs stand on their ends. “Or have you decided to take back your vows all of a sudden?” That gains a reaction out of you, a huff of a chuckle flying past your mouth at the absurd way he delivered that question. He sounded so serious about it, offended even, making her shift in his embrace.

“Jing Yuan-”

“You just keep gaining more beauty, my love, do you know?”

A long sigh and her shaking her head tell him enough, and he smiles when he sees her smile. “Don’t try to weasel your way out of this. Unhand me now, my dearest husband-” she says it as if she hates it, swatting at his hands until their grip falters. She could swat at them all she wanted but she knew that getting him off of her in this instant would be like trying to separate a nail from the flesh. “You may have done what you think is all for today, but I have more work to get to.. Tell you what..” her eyes finally grace him with the attention of her gaze and he feels like kissing her again, but he refrains as to hear her out. “If you tend to all those papers I’ll pamper your scoundrel self once we are back home, hm? If you don’t, well you can expect the cold shoulder and the couch as your bedroom until it gets done”

“You are too cruel to me, my dear, you hurt me so..” he feigns offense, all while he leans in and litters her cheek with feather kisses before he finally gets to her lips. One of his hands had snuck its way up and held her other cheek in its palm, tilting her head towards him as he pressed his lips against hers.

"You know I must resort to rougher measures when you're slacking off-" "Shhh.." he hushes her and places another kiss to her mouth.

Safe to say, that paperwork did get done later. And Jing Yuan got to enjoy a really touchy afternoon with you in his arms.

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truly-a-snitch · 8 months

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May i request headcanons with ranpo and dazai with a s/o who has heterochromia and is insecure about it? Could be hurt/comfort or just straight up fluff :)

-🧛

ofc ofc !!! ty for the request ^_^

WARNINGS: none :3 this is straight up fluff ! i do hc these two as nd (dazai is autistic, ranpo is audhd) !!

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dazai and ranpo with an s/o who has heterochromia and is insecure about it

dazai

dazai to me has always seemed like the type to not really care about appearances if he's looking for an actual relationship

like i know he's always like "i want to die with a beautiful woman" but if he's planning to LIVE with/for someone, the thing that gets him is their brain, so having heterochromia doesn't matter to him

(however comma he actually thinks its really pretty and makes sure to tell you at EVERY possible moment even if ur not feeling too bad abt it at the moment)

he definitely does some sappy ass bullshit like staring into your eyes whenever he can

i hc him as autistic but like the type that makes way too much eye contact so he sees your eyes a LOT

once he finds out that youre insecure about it he amps up how often he compliments your eyes like. tenfold

like to the point you would think he's making fun of you if he wasn't so genuinely sincere about it

"the way the light catches your eyes is simply gorgeous, darling" or some bullshit like that. homeboy is so silly

if you two live together, he makes so many passing comments about how happy he is that your eyes are the first thing he sees when he wakes up

(look at you, seducing him into healthier sleeping patterns with your eyes)

at the end of the day, dazai doesnt care about your appearance (though the fact that he thinks you are the most graceful creature to ever walk this earth certainly helped when he asked you out)

he makes sure to remind you at every opportunity that the things you perceive as 'flaws'- your eyes, notably- are beautiful to him ^_^

a pretty solid experience all in all ! this man is such a hopeless romantic emphasis on hopeless he will bust out the sappy poetry to make u laugh and cheer u up

ranpo

again, a man who i don't think cares about appearance all that much if only because he can read everybody so easily that appearances sort of become obsolete

i hc him as the kind of audhd that hates eye contact with a burning passion so he isnt into the whole 'staring into your eyes' thing the way dazai is

however comma he likes to hold stuff up to your face and compare it to your eyes if its the same color

(if you have blue in your eyes he holds up his ramune marbles but he makes do regardless of color)

i also hc him as having heterochromia (one eye green one eye brown) so if u have complete heterochromia hes like omg we match !!

he isnt insecure about his appearance because he isnt big about appearances i mean he walks around with that tie that clashes with his ENTIRE outfit he truly does not care. no fucks given. we love u king. anyway the point is hanging out with him and dating him is going to lead to a confidence spike on ur part bc hes so casual abt his own heterochromia

if he notices youre having a bad day- which he will lets be honest- he makes a passing comment about how pretty your eyes look to cheer you up and then goes back to his psp. might let u beat him at whatever hes playing to make u feel better too

since appearances arent super important to him he doesnt really comment on it that much unless he knows ur feeling particularly upset about it

when u feel down abt it tho he is lowk ur BIGGEST hype man like "look how cool my s/o is u guys"

bro even shares his snacks with you if youre feeling insecure (about anything tbh but especially abt ur appearance bc ur literally so cool ??)

if you have sectoral heterochromia he says u and atsushi r twinning frfr (forget armed detective agency this is the fucking. heterochromia detective agency) and if u have central heterochromia hes like oh hell yea we collected the whole set

all in all id say since i hc him as having heterochromia its a solid experience !! vvv supportive

#writing #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #dazai x gn!reader #ranpo x y/n #ranpo x reader #ranpo x you #ranpo x gn!reader #percys silly hcs #headcanons #🧛 anon

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anashins · 1 year

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hi mina, happy new year! starting off 2023 good through sending u a request!! i dunno if you have done this but can i request idol!jaehyun x actress!reader? but rather than reader who's fangirling over him, it's the other way around. like jh has been watching reader's works, praised her acting n recommends few of her works n stuff on live. so when they get paired tgt for a drama, they make such a cute couple both off and on screen, constantly giving compliments to e/o, etc., the rest is yours to tell!! thank you!!

(this is my manifestation of actor jaehyun to make a comeback in 2023, hopefully 🥲)

Pairing: idol!Jaehyun x actress!reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: HNY, dear! Let's manifest actor!Jaehyun in a romantic role that makes us all swoon 😍

“You did well - J.”

You twisted the card in your hands, inspecting the front and the back, but not much else information had been sent along with the flowers that had waited for you in the dressing room on your last day of shooting.

It was normal for actors to get flowers and gifts once they finished filming, but you usually knew who sent them - staff, crew, friends, family members. There wasn’t a person in your narrow circle of acquaintances starting with the letter ‘J’ and not having written their full name on the cards except for the mysterious sender of the pink peonies.

Out of all flowers, they were your favorite ones, that much they knew.

“Do you know who sent them?” you asked your assistant, but she also only shrugged.

“They got brought in with all the other gifts.” She paused and then widened her eyes as though she got hit by a sudden realization. “I bet it’s Jaehyun! How funny would that be?”

You blinked still in confusion. “Who?”

“Jaehyun from NCT. The one you’re shooting your next drama with? The lead? Hello?”

“Ah, you mean Jeong Yuno. I don’t perceive him as the idol he is. Under his real name, he’s only my co-actor.”

You were only a casual listener to k-pop, but of course you knew NCT. When you had first gotten casted for this new coming of age drama, you were so happy to finally do something that wasn’t targeted to teens only that you didn’t care much about who the lead was, that was how much you trusted the respectful director. When it was announced that Jaehyun from NCT would do his second drama alongside you in this challenging project, you had been initially doubtful. He was an idol, not an actor, and idol dramas had quite the reputation you didn’t want to live up to. You hoped he too.

“I saw his Instagram live yesterday.” Your assistant was a certified fan with her bias being Doyoung. “He recommended your newest release and encouraged his fans to look forward to this one. He’s certainly such a fanboy of yours.”

“... he did?” You looked at the flowers and the card again. “He certainly got a lot of praise for his first drama.”

“I told you so!”

You allowed yourself to smile, getting caught up in a wishful thought that your assistant could be right and the flowers came from him, although you hadn’t even met personally yet. He was indeed very handsome, and from what you had seen, kind and respectful too, certainly a nice lead to act alongside with.

“Are we getting flattered, y/n?” she teased.

“No way!” you defended yourself. “Could be anyone else too. Quite a few celebs recommend my works, it probably has nothing to do with him.”

“Whatever you say, but that’s my guess.”

____

“Jaehyun, how was your experience working alongside y/n for your newest drama? She’s praised as the greatest actress of this generation.”

Jaehyun looked at the interviewer. He had been booked today for a photoshoot and an article with this magazine, of course questions about his latest work were inevitable.

“She certainly is,” he answered. “She’s been in the industry since she was a child, so she has a lot of experience and could teach me many things since this is my second drama only. We practiced our scenes together a lot, so that the director would be satisfied and not many re-shoots were needed. She’s a capable and helpful co-actress.”

“What was an incident that stuck with you while filming?”

“One day, I came in sick, but we really needed to close this certain scene at the venue. Y/n waited for me with a thick blanket in which she wrapped me once I finished filming so that I wouldn’t be too cold. Aside from being a great actress, y/n is a great person too, always looking out for others.”

Jaehyun knew the last sentence was probably pushing it, but he got a kick out of it, wondering how much of it could make it through the editing process since he had read through the internet as well. Most of his fans were head over heels for such facts that supported their fictional ship. Truth to be told, he hadn’t expected such a positive reception, especially since they had quite a few kissing scenes too.

“Okay…” The interviewer raised his brow over Jaehyun’s open attitude. “You once admitted you were a fan of y/n or better say her works, even before shooting the drama. While filming, it was quite obvious that you got along well, not only during your scenes together, but also privately as you constantly talked and joked around. Would you say the fondness you had developed for each other on screen transferred to off screen? Fans would certainly be delighted. They even refer to you as the next Song couple.”

“This is not an appropriate question,” the manager interrupted. “I would ask you to stick to the questions approved beforehand.”

“Yes, but only this additional one… y/n recently got spotted wearing a shirt you once wore as well that wasn’t even produced by the designer anymore and was a bit too large for her. How can you explain this?”

“Please stick to the approved questions,” the manager chided again, obviously ready to throw hands.

“With an occupation in the entertainment industry, not as an idol but now also as an actor, I wouldn’t have so much time for a relationship,” Jaehyun cleared up. “In the future, I would like to continue concentrating on drama roles while simultaneously giving my best to contribute to the group. Please look forward to NCT’s comeback next month.”

“Thank you, Jaehyun.”

____

When Jaehyun had finished his last schedule for the day, he got into the car. It was already dark outside, but he still pulled out his phone to dial a certain number. She picked up right after the first ring.

“Listen…” he began and sighed, “I know you like wearing my clothes. But can you please not pick out one from years ago that people might recognize? They are sharp-eyed.”

She giggled at the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry, it looked so cozy. Are you already on your way?”

“Yes. See you in a few. I brought a gift.”

On the seat next to him, there was a bouquet of pink peonies.

#jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun x you #jaehyun x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x you #nct x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop x you #kpop x reader #requests

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astrophileous · 7 months

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Hii 😊 if your up for it could u write an imagine where reader grew up in a musically inclined family and has been hiding it from the bau team but mostly Spencer so he’s never met readers family so when the holidays roll around and readers family comes to visit Spence tells the team he want to meet their family and the team get curious to so they all follow him and show up to readers house to hear their family (reader included) play instruments and singing

(Thank for the consideration 🖤🫡)

Hi anon! First of all, thank you for considering me for this request in the first place, but I regret to inform you that I must reject this request and that I won't be writing anything for it. I will try to explain myself as concisely as possible, but it's still gonna be a long passage so I hope you bear with me. And I encourage my other readers/followers/just fanfic readers in general to read this as well because it's important.

The reason I decided not to write anything for this request is because I just recently stumbled upon a requested fic, written by another author, with an eerily similar plot to this one. There's a chance I'm making a wrong assumption here, but I did ask a friend of mine to compare the two requests, and she also agrees that they are too similar to just be a coincidence. And honestly, I don't appreciate people sending in their requests to me if they're just gonna copy it (with a few tweaks here and there) and send the same ask to another writer's inbox. It's rude. It's disrespectful. And from this point forward, I will be denying ANY request that comes my way if I saw you had already sent the same (or a very similar one) to another author beforehand.

Maybe some of you think this isn't a big deal, but for me, it is. When you send in the same requests to me and multiple other authors, it makes me feel depreciated as a human being. It makes me feel like you view me only as a robot/machine/an AI with no other purpose than to write you fics after fics after fics. I get it, it's harder to perceive someone as another human being when we're all hiding behind our online personas, but just like you and everyone else, all fanfic writers on this platform and I have our own lives. I'm not a fic-producing machine that you can just exchange for another one when you feel like I'm not posting or writing fast enough to your liking.

I know it can be frustrating. I know that some of you might not be as patient to wait longer for authors to publish your requests, but guess what? It's still not an excuse for you to treat us as less than human beings or like we're disposable! Especially when most fanfic writers are doing this FOR FREE. So it shouldn't matter if it takes fanfic writers a week, a month, or a whole year to write something, we still don't owe you anything because it's not like you're paying for us anyway.

I'm a full-time college student in the middle of writing my thesis. I'm running on barely any sleep as it is and as much as I don't want it, writing requests do have to be put on the back burner once in awhile. This is just something you have to accept as fanfic readers. If you can't handle it, then you can literally just take your request to ChatGPT or something and request it to write it for you. I'm not a fan of AI myself, but this is a much better option than just reducing fanfic writers to a fic-producing machine.

So yeah, with that said, I deeply regret that I must deny this request. I'm sorry if I made you wait too long for it, but again, it's still not enough imo to justify what you did. Even if I weren't as busy as I was, requests are still gonna take some time to write—do you know why? Because I always take time to make sure that the contents I post are up to a certain standard. Sometimes I'd even write multiple versions for a request and post one that I deem the best among the others. That's how much I care about the fics I'm putting out even when I'm doing this for free. Fanfic readers tend to forget that the 2000-word stories you managed to finish in a couple of minutes were born out of labors of love that could take DAYS for the writers to complete. And we do it all sometimes without being fairly compensated as well (have you seen the contrast between comments/reblogs and likes for fics in this platform???? It's APPALLING). So really, asking you to please please please not send the same request to different authors should be considered the bare minimum.

In conclusion, I really hope that you can put a stop to this habit for the sake of everyone involved. I'm not saying you shouldn't be sending requests to different authors at the same time, but just make sure that you give us different plots so each writer is given the chance to show off their creativity in their own unique ways. I apologize again if I seemed too hostile in this post, it wasn't my intention at all. Please don't be discouraged from sending another request in the future because of this. I just hope there was something to be learned from what I wrote here. I hope you have a good day! ❤️

#asktrophileous #zaranting #criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #luke alvez #matt simmons #spencer reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #fanfic readers

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finalshaper · 5 months

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about the pro shipping post you are so fucking right. when i was 16 i had proship dni on an aesthetic blog that i ran and i had multiple people harassing me for it over months. i've also had them call me ableist and homophobic slurs and sexually harass me when i was 16-18 for untagged unsearchable posts that they had to have scrolled back months in my blog to find. i was in a fandom at the time that had a LOT of people like that and there were many other people who got worse and had proshippers being wildly racist to them. they say curate your online experience and then throw a fit when you actually do.

Hi i'm sorry I didn't respond to this sooner! I was most likely absorbed entirely in skyrim Once Again.

Yeah, the proship movement has a tendency to harbor the absolute worst people in fandom circles and when you say "Hey if your movement is Truly Safe for victims/people of color /disabled folks/kids/etc then why the fresh sam hill fuck are you harboring Actual Racists, Actual Pedophiles, And Actual Horrible People" they take it as "kys lol go die" and not a request to Actually examine how their stances on something as terminally online as shipping discourse and the culture that it founded has sheltered these types of people.

And it's this inaction and refusal to address it in favour of perceiving it as a siege in a war that isn't actually happening (for lack of a better way to word it, no, people aren't out to get you they're asking you to examine your fucking community and WHY so many people feel unsafe around it aside from other reasons) is why I, and so many others, are in dislike of proshipping culture aside from. well. gestures wildly to the rest of it.

They take it as a blow to their egos rather than a genuine honest "Hey if what you ship Truly Is Inconsequential why does the culture you cultivate harbor, say, Actual Offending Pedophiles or Those Pedophiles That Label Themselves As "No-Contact" For Some Reason As If That Makes It Less Bad that are utilizing fandom space and proship culture as a quick and easy way to get targets within their reach?"

Side tangent/note here: Over the years many people have said that I cannot be pro-dark media and anti-proship. These things are not mutually exclusive and many, and I mean MANY people in circles focussing on dark and transgressive media are FULLY AWARE of the connection between reality and fiction (and how they both affect one another, the best way I can word it is that if you focus on one color pallet soon your world will be monochromatic, you gotta learn to focus on all the colors. If you saturate your life with too much "dark" or distressing content it will color your worldview and that is not what life is about) and often emphasize the importance of this distinction.

They also do not go out of their way to overly-romanticize the content they read (the public perception/general society's consumption of Lolita [vladimir nobokov] has been a disaster for the human race. if u think lolita is supposed to be a cute romance story you're misinterpreting the book and need to step back and examine just why you think that way and actually sit down and analyze the book and humbert as a character dear god stop turning it into a cutesy coquette aesthetic, shanespeare has a fucking amazing video talking about it and as an added bonus it's shorter than the typical 4+ hour video essays I often indulge in) as they often know better to do so and shun the people who do, ESPECIALLY when you're talking about books like The Slob (Aron Beauregard, even though that novel is essentially misogyny, homophobia, gore porn, a lot of fatphobia and shit like that and is all-around poorly written)

proshipping culture also relies a lot on a fanfic/fanart medium which is a VASTLY inappropriate place to explore these things (on top of, well, the type of people the culture has a tendency to attract n shit vs transgressive/dark media corners) and People Do Not Want To See Headcanons About Their Favourite Characters Being Rapists And Shit Like That I Promise You You Aren't "Coping" You're Just Making (some not all) People Around You Uncomfortable And Fucking Miserable Because You Decided That Their Comfort Character Is A Shotacon Or Some Shit (and that is before I get into how unless that character is canonically a piece of shit, making x character into a freak is a gross mischaracterization).

People come into fandoms for escapism, or to enjoy characters and stories with people and, yes I am speaking from personal experience here not only as ex-proship but also someone who's been 'round the block when it comes to fandoms.

There is a difference between transgressive lit i.e Lolita and someone writing a fanfic about a father/daughter relationship and not in the wholesome familial way we all know and love. That is knowing your place, understanding that fandom is a WILDLY inappropriate place to explore these things (seriously people, just write an original book! you got it in you clearly! i believe in you and maybe if you do it right you'll write something that's very touching and profound and opens up a lot of conversations!) and that fiction and reality do in fact impact and shape each other in more ways than you'd initially assume.

anyways rant/tangent over, sorry I went on for so long, I'm Very passionate about this discussion despite everything that's happened to me at the hands of it.

#caydeposting #thanks for the ask + happy holidays #sorry for rambling i have a LOT of thoughts on the matter #i actually want to write an essay/video essay about like.#the differences between proshipping culture and transgressive media circles #i'm thinking primary research #actually going out and interviewing people who identify w/ proship circles #HOWEVER that is risky as I'll never get an honest answer considering proshippers are like #fucking religious about getting people to take on their stance and every #question i'd ask would be met with this biased veneer of trying to look like they're poor innocent #people being atagonized by big mean bullies #and not honest cut-to-the-facts answers to my research.#because I want to treat fanfic/fanart as an Actual Derivative Art Form for the sake of it (if that isn't what it is already)#i'll have to polish my english honor roll off for it though lmfao #but yknow.

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idkanametoputhere · 1 year

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MID!!!!

CONGRATS U LIL BUNDLE OF CHAOS !!! MAY MANY MORE FOLLOWERS COME YOUR WAY!!!

*balloons an streamers an confetti galore*

may I request Deuce Spade w/ Young by Vacations? surprise me u chaotic child

AHHHHH THANK U LOVE<33

tbh idk the song so I will leave space here for me to say my thoughts on it after I've listened to it:

OMG IK THIS SONG!!!!

ALSO I am SO SORRY for the delay, the wifi in my village has been out since Saturday morning and now they're trying to fix it but yeah enough with my rambling, ahem

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

character: deuce spade

song inspo: Young by Vacations

tw: cussing, me taking inspiration from real life, how I imagine delinquent deuce

this fic is part of my 100 followers event

masterlist<3

if you ask anyone if they have a childhood best friend, the majority of people will say that they did

deuce spade is one of them, a guy with an oh so supportive best friend who managed to get him out of trouble while still having fun

or well, at least he had a friend like that, you know, before he pushed them away

"Another day goes by

And where was I?"

it was sad to be honest, or more specifically lonely. the friend they had supported all their life, the friend they had turned to whenever they were sad, the friend whose side they stood by through thick and thin had pushed them aside

their blue haired friend was going through a "phase" as you could call it, he wanted to be perceived as a troublemaker, a tough guy who did mischevious deeds. and being friends with someone who had the reputation of a sweetheart was not really fitting for that reputation. and so the two unspeakable friends were suddenly separated

meanwhile the friend kept coming back

"Didn't think I'd still be here

Just to make things clear"

they were a fool to put it simply. a fool attached to their childhood dream of having a close friend. and they tried so hard to stay by his side. to keep supporting him through every one of his decisions

but in every relationship, friendship or not, there needs to be mutual affection for it to work. not just one sad fool, a jester in their own castle, who clings to every pice of affection shown towards them as if they'll fall into the abyss if they let go

"What's the use?"

they considered themselves a smart person. someone who can realise when they are unwanted and yet, they couldn't seem to be able to step away from their friend. they were unable to stop themself from checking at their phone, waiting for a text that would signal them hanging out with deuce

"I'm not talking sense"

everyone was worried about them. "it's fine" they claimed. "he's just been busy, so have i" they said. how many excuses have they come up with so they could lie to the ones who cared about them? or maybe they were lying to themself, they needed those lies to be happy

imagine a flower hidden from the sun. it needs the sunlight, but it is not given to the flower. it tried to find it, but someone placed it in the shadows and therefore it can do nothing but try to get close to its beloved sunlight before it dies

except their sun was not rising just so he wouldn't give sunlight to them

"Call it a ruse

On myself"

"hi" one time, they greeted him and he just quicly and awkwardly greeted them back

"hi deuce" another time, this time they got answered with just a small wave

"hi"

"hello"

"hi"

time and time again, they were greeted back by a quick wave and a roll of the eyes, until one day he just started ignoring them, not even sparing them a glance

and all the lies they had been feeding themself to feel better suddenly disappeared and they were able to see the truth

the truth was quite simple, once they were friends, shared every moment together, sad or not, they had made plans together for the future. and now? now they were nothing more than mere strangers, just like they had started

years of friendship down the drain for the sake of being "cool". pretty funny, isn't it?

"I wanted to go"

the worst thing in all of this was probably watching him with his friends at school or outside

for so long it had been them standing by his side, only for them to be replaced?

call them dramatic but losing such a close friend of theirs affected them a lot. it was as if their whole world had crashed down around them and someone was keeping them from rebuilding it

and the years passed like that, with the well-known sweetheart avoiding one person in particular as they focused on everything but him

and then it was time for both of them to be enrolled at the same college, NRC. and -you wouldn't guess- their luck is so good that they were put in the same dorm as deuce

but speaking of deuce, what about him?

"I wanted to say

All things come to pass

With time"

deuce knew he had fucked up. he knew that what he did was horrible, and now that he had gone out of that delinquent phase of his, he wanted to do nothing more than apologise to his old friend

he missed how they took care of any injuries he had after falling, he missed them sharing their lunch cause he forgot his, he missed them listening to him talking. and most of all, he missed their presence. he missed the warm smile they gave him and their melodic laugh

he thought that enough time had passed so that they would move over what happened, forgive and forget and all that. except he hadn't considered how hurt his old friend was, and how stuck on the past they were, for a good reason that is

and so every time he tried approaching them they turned away, avoiding him like that plague

"But I want everything now

To be all mine"

was he asking for too much? he just wanted his friend back! he knew he had wronged them but they could talk it over and make up, just like that! they weren't children anymore, were they? there was no need for petty arguments!

except of course if one of the two had years of pent up anger and pain caused by the other, then petty arguments were the way to go I suppose

"You think it's all over

Get up and try again"

and so it went, argument after argument, one each day. there were countless times when they were collared by their dorm leader because they were causing a ruckus, and he was right to do that

their fights were messy. no insults were thrown at eachother, there was a time when they cared for eachother so they didn't have the heart to be mean to eachother

but there were some ugly remarks being made

"You've got to act your age, darling"

"can't you just listen to me for one second?"

"couldn't you have, you know, not pushed me aside for literally no reason?"

"grow up"

yet another screaming match between the two. not the first one, and probably not the last one either

they say that, if two people are trying to solve a problem, there needs to be proper communication between them. can you see what the two heroes of our story are lacking? just that, exactly

"I was a kid, I was dumb, I get it and I'm sorry" yelled the ravenette, desperate to have his friend back. "good thing you realised you were dumb, but I was also a kid! and I was there for you since we were babies! you pushed me aside deuce, without any reason. you looked at me as if I was a stranger! you ignored me and never even gave me a reason why!" they screamed at his face, their eyes glossy, tears threatening to spill from their anger.

"do you k own how much that hurt? I was lying to everyone -i was lying to my own self for seven's sake- saying that 'oh no we're still friends. he still cares about me'. bullshit!" they kept on yelling as tears started running down their face

and then he realised how much he had hurt them. how much his own stupid actions had fucked up his most valued friendship

"Before you fall back in"

"I'm sorry" was the inky thing he could say the feeling of guilt running through his mind, like a virus infecting a body and making it weak, only able to respond to said virus

guilt, shame, regret, despair

he realised he had opened pandora's box, and he didn't know if there was hope at the bottom of it.

a/n: okay I got a bit carried away BUT CAN U BLAME ME? ITS A GOOD SONG THAT GIVES ME GREAT INSPIRATION AND I HAD NO INTERNET

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kinky-moth · 2 years

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sorry can’t get it out of my head I just REALLY want to fuck a lawyer rn. the unnamed lawyer in iasip turned something in me on idk. something abt men in suits well composed etc and like u said turned into whining messes.. 😭 too bad I’m too broke to run in those circles but then again prob for the better cause it’d be On SIGHT . anyway rambling aside yeah could I have the most unethical lawyer client fucking in his office or smthing thank you :)

Hey there! Sorry for the delay, I love getting these requests !! Y'all are so creative with them and I'm here for it

CW: drugging, teasing, light bondage, begging, overall sub/dom dynamic

"Well, you sure didn't think of the consequences" he sighed, looking at the papers in hand: this client was a particularly flashy one in their crimes, cocky. "Have you practiced your lines?"

Across from him sat his client, who clearly did not know how to use a chair properly: a smug expression on their face as if they had already won "relax babes, I got this" He had his fair share of arrogant clients, no big deal "I suggest we revise," he spoke calmly "I reckon jail wouldn't go easy on you." They laughed, eyeing him up and down "ohh yea darling, pretty faces like mine are a delicacy" they smirked "but I don't mind, you know."

He didn't have a chance to reply; "I'm the type that likes to have fun, to live the moment" they winked "to follow instincts and pleasures" "..yea, I can see that you don't bother yourself with hiding" he dared to provoke, hoping they'd sit down and cooperate fully for once

Sadly they already opened their bag to pull out unnamed pills for fucks sake this guy he remained composed, slightly raising his voice "put those down. We can't afford to waste time" he caught their attention "Oh, you want these?" they glanced almost innocently "come take 'em" "-if you plan to keep on this behavior I'll be forced to disregard this job completely" he tried to impose himself, standing up from his seat: that's what gave them the opportunity to grab at his tie and pull him into a greedy kiss, their tongue slipping past his lips with ease along with the fast acting pill which quickly dissolved into his mouth, almost unnoticeably

He stumbled back, wiping his mouth as a slight pink tinted his cheeks, he'd have kicked them out of his office already if he wasn't trying to figure out what was now spreading through his body: he felt lightheaded and slightly tingly, his mouth still holding their taste.. saccharine and seeping in fast.. this was no good was it?

"Hey big boy, you look like you need something" they teased "bit of water perhaps? You thirsty babe?" Oh of course they'd say that; "I'm just fine, now if you will please just bare with me-" "Oh bare with you? That's funny, it's what my first boyfriend said while he pushed his cock in m-" "I don't care. Do you wanna walk out of this free or not?" his composure was starting to crack and they took great amusement in it, now leaning over his desk seductively "He wasn't that different from you, I seem to have a thing for men with authority.." they bit their lip "I bet you're just as big."

The heat was setting in quickly, he tried his best not to get any.. inappropriate reactions on his workplace, yet he couldn't push his client away, his limbs had begun to feel weak That's when his expression had begun to reflect his uneasiness: even if the drug had calming effect he wasn't one to give in, and neither was his client In fact, their expression changed too, they looked sympathetic and soft; "hey.. are you good? I was just messing around a bit, you know" they moved slowly, as not to startle him, and joined his side "you don't have to worry about anything, it's not harmful" their hand reached out to caress his arm, making it burn up

He felt disoriented, their every touch made him tingle, he looked up with lost eyes only to be perceived as utterly adorable: "it's okay, it's okay, we're just relieving some stress yea? Just helping each other.." they sounded so soothing all of a sudden.. "we're just doing what feels good, just for a bit.." so alluring... their hand snuck lower, he felt his head spin as they gave slow but confident strokes through his pants "So you dress to the left huh?" they felt his length up as it throbbed, begging to be released "pfft oh yea, you sure are a big boy~" he started grabbing at the armrests, this was wrong, so wrong but the words just wouldn't come out, not without helpless moans, he had to keep composed.. "how about we get you comfortable, Daddy?" That felt like the beginning of the end.

His shirt was open and his boxers pulled down just enough to give them a good view of the thing that was sure to give out his true feelings, exposing him completely That wasn't enough though, they wanted to make use of his belt, and he let them tie his hands behind the chair without resistance.. because secretly, he wanted to pretend he had no choice but to take this.. he didn't want to admit to himself that he willingly let all of this happen to a respected man like he was That's how his wrists ended up hopelessly secured and his eyes covered, simply by taking advantage of his shame, and his need.

Of course they weren't done teasing, covering his body in marks was a start, tracing with their lips from the jaw all the way down to work him up was great and all, and it got him leaking precum.. but it wasn't enough "Ahh doesn't this feel so good?" they teased, running their finger up and down his length, feeling up every curve, every vein "to let the heat course through you, to let it culminate, reach it's maximum.." their hand found it's way to his balls, lightly stroking them as they went to hold them "someone's blueballin' eh? You really sound in need of someplace to bury your dick" they mocked but he only felt more desperate "maybe someplace warm, what do you think? Somewhere to blow your load deep inside of.." they run their tongue over his tip, tasting him That was it. A breathy noise finally escaped his lips

They looked up with their doe eyes, almost incredulous "Did you.. did you just whine?" they chuckled "does the big boy wanna jizz in me that badly?" They were so crude, he only could whine louder "Oh you do?" words were so hard for him, he knew he could only make noise "well Daddy, if you want me you should ask" Oh, that bastard "Come on" they grinned "say 'please'." It took all he had to muster the force to think, let alone speak But he did, he bucked his hips pathetically as he pushed out breathy pleas.. it was so pitiful they couldn't help but suddenly bob their head down his cock, taking all of him at once

He groaned loudly, eventually letting out softer noises dammit does this bastard have no gag reflex? They didn't, they effortlessly took and swallowed his load, letting some spill out just so they could tease him about just how much he came He laid trembling, his mind still clouded yet a bit more clear, his makeshift blindfold was removed just to let him see the mess he made.. of course they were met with a weak glare "Oh c'mon big boy, don't you feel more relaxed now?" they gently patted his head, he looked quite spent "see there's no need to stress over this, I've had my fair share of trials" Before he could reply, they were on top of him, rubbing their bare skin against his still hard cock "this thing won't be going down for a while.. so just let me handle all the law stuff, you're more fit to breed me" of course this was their plan from the start, they smiled "alright, Daddy?"

He only could whine

#nsft #nsft story #anon ask #spicy content #kinkystuff #spicy asks #sub dom #corruption kink #affectionate cruelty #request #pretty boy #noncon drugging #bd/sm dynamic #pegging businessmen

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icyowl · 2 years

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Bokuto sees you cry for the first time

Pairing: Bokuto x reader

Request: “I saw the u were doing prompts and I RAN over here. Maybe a Boktuo seing reader cry for the first time, him being the cause of it? I really like the “If you’re gonna hurt me, can you please make it quick?” one... maybe? Too specific? Comfort at the end?

I feel like I ask too much. Your writing is awesome. BYE” 2.8k words.

A/N: I’m sorry if it has less description than most of my other stuff, I had a lot of the dialogue written and so the description had to be added in.

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Your heart drummed to a steady war beat when the front door lock began to grate and shimmy. It had taken hours to process your thoughts, wade through the downpour of disparaging emotions, and tonight had been the singular, simplistic straw that had finally broken apart the last of your strength and left you considering anything that might resolve the gap that had split you apart from the man coming through the front door.

Bokuto looked at the outfit you’d had no energy to change out of after tonight's blunder, the makeup you wore, the cloudy eyes looking back at him, mutely screaming their struggles with cries of air and dust. “What’s the occasion?”

“You didn’t get my messages?”

He remembered seeing it in the bottom of his bag when he was packing at the end of the day. “Crap, sorry baby, didn’t even check my phone.”

“Wh-here were you?”

Even now Bokuto had little haste or worry while he came into the room, bags and shoes and other items cast away in his casual wake. He’d always been perceived as the ditsy one by others, but you knew that was simply a misinterpretation of his joy and enthusiasm. It was what made loving him so easy–it was infectious and you wanted to be around that kind of person always. Right now, though? Not only was his absentmindedness obvious… it hurt. It hurt to have such powerful sadness and strife in your mind and heart while the guy across from you didn’t even feel attuned to your enough to register a problem in the first place. “Finishing up some stuff at the gym.”

“And that’s why you didn’t check your phone?”

Only now did Bokuto begin to feel the calmest breezes of his mistakes. He felt like he was walking through the shadows, right into a trap. “I know its stupid, I won’t let it happen again.”

“You said that last time.” You spoke like a wind had passed through your bones. The frustration and self-pity descended to a cool numbness that had made your tone ghoulish and dead. He didn’t even sound apologetic. Was all this–the trust, the vulnerability, the affection and secrets and late night whispers–all for naught? Were you doomed to be little more than part of a statistic when it once seemed the man in front of you was so different from the rest?

“What’s up? You seem kinda down?”

You would have laughed at the audacity he was showing.

“You said you’d come to dinner tonight, remember?”

“Oh, no…” Bokuto brought his hands into his hair in a show of genuine apology, “your friends were there, weren’t they? The ones you wanted to introduce me to?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner tomorrow at your favorite place to make up for it?”

The silence that occupied the space between you two lasted far longer than it ever had before. Bokuto for his credit was beginning to see how his actions had truly distorted you beyond what he could endure. Your face, though he couldn’t see it clearly with the angle you were holding it at, was altogether broken and flat. He knew he had caused it but any attempts he would or should have made to bring you back to him left his mind in a vacant whoosh. Bokuto was afraid to do anything at all because he knew himself and he knew he wasn’t good or skilled enough to fix the damage he had caused to your heart. All he had done was to try and save you some heartache and just like so many things before, he’d messed it all up. Convincing you to be with him was the best accomplishment he’d made and here he was squandering it.

“What aren’t you telling me? I know somethings up, so why won’t you talk to me?”

“It’s not like that.” Bokuto left his spot on the couch in a need to create space. There was a chance the emotions he’d been hiding could catch fire and burn you whole if he wasn’t careful. “I’ve just been busy! There’s no reason to worry about me.”

“Can you sit down with me? Please?”

And how on earth and in heaven could he deny you when your eyes spoke so cleanly? There was a wobble in your throat when you spoke next and he was sure your bodies had become linked over time because his own voice box began to burn with emotion too.

“I’m not saying this in a way to make you feel bad, so please don’t take any of this the wrong way, okay? I just, I felt really embarrassed tonight. When they saw me calling and calling, they all looked at each other like they pitied me–or thought I was pitiful–I don’t know. They told me you didn’t deserve me, and I know that’s not true. I know you’re amazing and kind and funny and everything I could ask for… but I’m not… I don’t think our relationship is where it used to be or where it should be.”

“They don’t know what they’re talking about.” Bokuto cut in. “We’re great together! I’m sorry about tonight, I really am, but it was an honest mistake!”

“Was it?”

The silence was thick. His anger began to take over the other thoughts telling him to stop, to speak the truth, to hold you and refuse to let go. Such implications in your voice began to strike his insecurities repeatedly… it made him defensive… viscous. “What?” He asked incredulously.

“I texted Hinata. You left the gym early today.” Your voice was quiet, deadly.

“Then why did you ask where I was?”

“Because I was hoping you’d tell me the truth! Why am I finding out about your day from your friend?”

“So you trust his word over mine?”

“When you skip out on me three times in the last month, yeah, I turn to your friends to get a little insight! Especially when you won’t talk to me!”

“Then tell me to my face if you have a problem!”

“I’ve tried! You’re never home or you never answer your phone or you try to hang up right away. I just want to know about your life and be in it. Why is that so bad?”

“Because you don’t need to be in this part of it!” Bokuto tried to speak the truth without using any of the needed words, like some sick and twisted guessing game. He was trying to save you some stress and grief and all that got accomplished was making you angry. All the secrecy and sacrifice and all Bokuto got in return was venom and distance between the two of you. He couldn’t deal with that, not from you of all people.

“The volleyball part?”

“Yes–ugh, no!”

“You were contacting the physical therapist again, weren’t you?”

“Why do you wanna know so bad?”

“I’m trying to tell you! I want to be in your life! So what if you’re talking to a PT, I don’t care!”

“Fine, you found me out! I was talking to my physical therapist, there, happy?”

“Of course I’m not happy, you felt the need to lie to me for some reason! I was left alone tonight, feeling like a damn moron in front of all my friends. If you’re just talking about physical therapy with your physical therapist then why all the diversions?”

The fear and wildness in your eyes could only be matched by the same feelings Bokuto felt in his own heart. You didn’t know that, however. How could you? All you wanted at the start of this day was to show off your boyfriend to your friends and gloat a little because you knew the absolute catch you’d managed to snag, and now you’d be lucky to get back to that level of trust with him at all… maybe you’d consider it a win just to end this night without tears. As well as you and Bokuto fit together, as bright as the passion burned, the relationship was still relatively young. He didn’t need to see you cry. Yes, he was hurting you right now, and try as you might to show him what he’d done, you still adored those amber eyes spearing into you, those silly knee pad/leg warmers, the energy and the light so often radiating from him–the same kind you seemed to be snuffing out. How could you feel guilty about your actions after what he was doing to you? Were you really in so deep as to worry about his feelings in the midst of such an argument?

“Dr. Haruka didn’t have a problem when I couldn’t meet with her.”

And just like that, you didn’t feel nearly as bad about hurting his feelings.

“When did that happen? You told me she lived across the country.”

“She does. She travels a lot, we were gonna get lunch together again but I had a date with you.”

“You’ve met her and you never even told me?” You asked.

“Oh it’s not like I’m sleeping with her, although maybe I’d be less stressed if I was.”

Your heart exploded. Figuratively, obviously, but the pain felt very literal. It was the kind that left you all at once in a swift wave before drowning you in the next moment. You made an unfamiliar noise of anguish in spite of your attempts to keep everything behind the facade but Bokuto realized his mistake long before then. He rushed to you, too scared to touch you yet wanting to be there all the same. You were folding in on yourself physically, mentally. Bokuto could almost see the walls going up around your heart with the express purpose of keeping him at bay and he felt his knees grow weak for a reason other than soreness this time.

“Shit, no, I didn’t mean it like that, wait–”

“I don’t feel–” you swallowed to try and clear a path so you could get even half a good breath in. The desperate action stung and burned like acid. “--very good right now. I’m going to take a bit of a break.”

Bokuto wanted to stop you but was afraid what you would do to lash out if he did. You escaped to the bedroom, a scared and weary stray in search of something, anything, that might take you away from here. He never imagined in his worst nightmares you’d ever try to get away from him; it made his strength vanish with you until he could do nothing but watch the door close more gently than he deserved.

Now that you were shielded from his potent gaze the ocean you’d kept away flooded you, body and soul, until it burst vigorously from your eyes. Your chest spasmed with the feeble effort of keeping it all from completely overtaking your system; it didn’t work. What did escape was a soft and delicate cry that betrayed just how weak you’d been made to feel. Those words hurt more coming from him than anyone else. Bokuto had seemed to say it so easily; you knew he was a good person and it was unintentional, but it was hard to focus on that when the pain was insurmountable. Even now with him out of sight you couldn’t stop feeling small, miniscule even. How could he say that, even as an accident? How could one person hold your heart so completely?

Bokuto was at the other side of the door now after he’d heard a sound that made his belly quiver like he’d run until he was nauseous. “Are you crying?” Another wimper of pain came through the door. “No, baby, please, please breathe for me, that was uncalled for.”

You spoke out through the tears before you could stop yourself. “If you’re gonna hurt me, can you please make it quick?” It was a terrible thing to say, but then again, you felt pretty terrible yourself. If this was it and he really wanted to end things with you, you hoped he’d hear your pleas and still possess enough affection to spare you even a little. What you didn’t know was how much those words would take him by the throat and strangle the life right out of him. He bit into his fist hard enough to leave teeth marks.

God damnit he wanted to rip this door off the wall–maybe he could have, but he didn’t have the spine to try the handle to see if it was locked. Bokuto knew if it was, it might just break him in two, and if it wasn’t then he’d open the door and more than anything he respected you enough to value your privacy… even if it aged his soul by the second to do so. He’d done all of this to you and it wasn’t even his intention. What if, in some twisted reality, he actually tried to hurt you? How much harm could he cause? He felt evil for doing this to you. Every cry he heard nearly drove him positively mad and physically ill.

Undeserving couldn’t begin to describe his emotional state. Still though, even if you hated him from now on, he’d do what he could with the tools he had to ease your troubles. “My chest–it hurts not to be able to get to you. It feels weird, I’ve never–just, open the door if you can.”

It took time, but when you did, he felt a little bit of life carried on the breeze and inhaled back into his body. “I’ve never heard you cry before.” He said, rather than pointing out your inflamed face or aching eyes because in truth he didn’t even notice any of it. All he knew was how small and unprotected you looked. Before, Bokuto couldn’t tell the truth and it had gotten you to this point, so in his perhaps simple mind, the way to fix it was to do the opposite.

“It’s my knees. First the right, now both have been bothering me. It’s why I’ve gotten better compression sleeves, and why we haven’t… you know. That’s all Dr. Haruka and me have been talking about I swear. Coach referred me to her because she’s the best, but because she’s so good, she’s super busy. If I don’t talk to her when I can, it can be weeks until her next availability.

“It’s not just the occasional meetings either. Doctors, PT, and massage appointments, phone calls, prescribed exercises, rest, ice; I didn’t want to do any of it at home and have you find out. I was hoping if I didn’t answer the phone, you’d think I was practicing. I’d even wait after practice for the marks from the knee braces to go away so you wouldn’t know.” Then he disappeared without a word and you were left stunned until he came back with his phone in hand, thrusting it to you. “Here. Look at the messages so I can prove there’s nothing that’s been going on between her and I. Look through it all if you want.”

After everything that just happened, nothing was left but the final vestiges of strength you had to stay upright. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and forget this happened.

“Can…” Bokuto began with trepidation. “Can I hug you? You’re still crying a little and it's kinda killing me not to be over there.”

He acted like ‘over there’ was several miles instead of several inches. It was endearing and very much like him. The tiniest of nods was all you had time for before he swooped down and all but threw you into his chest. You had a bit of a hard time believing his knees had problems at all when he picked you up and sat down on the edge of the bed with you in his lap. The lack of composure and strength still made you nervous to be seen like this, so closely now too, but his touch was gentle on your cheeks while he patiently dried and then kissed them.

“I know I did and said the wrong things and it hurt you. I’m sorry for causing you pain. Seeing you like that, because of me? I felt like a stranger to you. I mean who would do that to their girlfriend? I–”

“It’s ok–”

“It’s not okay. It’s not. Seeing you like that, it felt like someone had my heart in their hands and they were just twisting and pulling and yanking. I’ll tell you about everything, but right now you and I need some cuddles.”

Bokuto unceremoniously flopped back with you held tightly to his chest. There was little more to do other than get comfy and listen to the sound of his strong heart under the shirt in your hands. A tiny snicker seemed weird coming from him in the moment and you looked up into a pair of blazing eyes.

“It’s just kind of funny to think about it. She’s married with kids, and just celebrated her 58th birthday.”

#bokuto x reader #first time seeing you cry #io has ideas

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dailytatsu · 3 years

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Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

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Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

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halcyon-writings · 3 years

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Listen u didn't say I couldn't request Ed & v so,,,

‘Oh, very funny NAME. The white sheet ‘ghost’ trick only works the first time you do it, you know. NAME, that’s enough! Uh – NAME…?’

Reader w the Sleeper symbiote (yes the one that can turn invisible)🥺🥺

lemme live out my monsterfucking symbiote-having dreams

note: HELP I LOVE SLEEPER. FITS SO WELL WITH MY WANT TO NOT BE PERCEIVED !!

“____!” eddie seemed to be traversing the already compact apartment as he searched for you. venom being ever so helpful, with the symbiote offering some of their chocolate if you had come out. only of course proceeding to eat said chocolate and hiding the crinkled wrapper... wherever venom had hid it.

you had woken up that morning on a mission, while you had left the snoozing journalist in bed, easing a pillow into his arms so that you could be free, you seemed to be searching for something.

he hadn’t heard the door open, an eyebrow raised curiously.

instead he heard your quiet laughter, followed along by another, less human voice responding to you, it was coming from the office you both shared.

he’s greeted by a figure draped in an old white sheet, old because there was definitely some old sauce stains from venom “sneaking” in food to the bedroom (sneaking of course, failing almost spectacularly but eddie humored his venom anyway).

your quiet giggles continued as eddie stared perplexed, either you could float somehow or he was beginning to see things.

“v?”

“yes, eddie?”

“did you make some halloween decorations and forget to put them up?”

“no, eddie,” was the simple response. a snort comes from the figure and eddie huffs.

he definitely remembered your last little trick with the spider, covered in a sheet much like this one, that fell from the ceiling, no he did not scream, and no that scream was neither high-pitched nor, shrill. and no that mechanical spider sit on the coffee table, mocking him every morning he slouched back on the couch to watch the morning cartoons.

this time, it seemed to be the sheet ghost trick. but eddie was smarter this time around (ignoring how venom seemed to find some sort of humor in his thoughts with the quiet laughter in the back of his mind).

“oh, haha, very funny ____,” he drawls, stepping into the room as he went around you, wary of you jumping out (scaredy cat, venom said, he was not!) “the white sheet ‘ghost’ trick only works the first time you do it.”

“you know. NAME, that’s enough! Uh – NAME…?” he lifts the sheet, surprised at the fact that there was nothing there. his eyebrows furrowed as he lowered the sheet, lifting it once more to double check that he was in fact not seeing things.

the giggles slowly turned into loud laughter, even venom felt the unease, coiling around eddie’s shoulder and neck.

then you appear out of thin air. “oh eddie you should have seen your face!”

“you can turn invisible?”

“sure can!” you beam, “sleeps and i discovered it last night!”

sleeper, the mentioned symbiote, looks pleased with itself, coiling around you as well, “but i did get you good, didn’t i?” while heat does rush to his face from the mortification that you did, in fact, catch him off guard, he did yield. the smug look on your face brightens.

“and so you decided to scare me,” the again goes unspoken.

“yup, don’t pout eddie, i’ll get us breakfast?”

“i’m getting pancakes.”

if eddie looks pleased with himself while enjoying a said stack of pancakes (and slipping some to v and sleeper as well), then that’s his business. he doesn’t bat an eye when you take a photo or two of the moment.

#halloween prompt event #marvel x reader #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagines #venom imagines #idk the tags for this anymore gang jgdskgjks #mine

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Idk If you have rules cuz I can't seem to find it but Osamu(Haikyuu) as mafia(if ur not comfy then you can ignore this part) who Kidnapped u and is obsessed(the "I'd rip out my heart for you" type of obsessed) who would literally do anything for you😋and puts you always first before anyone else🗿a soft yandere but will k!ll anyone who gets near you type so Osamu being possesive of you🤩

Nope! No rules, there aren’t enough people who care for them and I don’t want to stress about it anymore. If I don’t like a request, I just delete it. I prefer Yakuza over Mafia, hope you don’t mind! Thanks for requesting, enjoy ♥

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Even the careful Osamu couldn’t keep you from stirring in your sleep as he opened the door to the apartment. This was probably the first night ever you had been able to fall asleep in peace, and yet, you sat up while he tiptoed through the hallway towards the only room you two shared. Rubbing your eyes, you heard a soft gasp, making you look up.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya...” Osamu grumbled before stepping into the room fully, walking over to the mini-fridge he kept stocked with basic food like rice balls and ice cream in the freezer compartment. The light briefly illuminated his body, showing you a sight you didn’t want to see while he restocked some food in the fridge, either unaware or indifferent about his looks.

You looked away, biting your lips. It had all started out innocently enough, your father paying a Yakuza to keep you safe while there were some even worse guys after him. Even if the arrangement had been strange, especially after he - Osamu - moved into a small, one-room apartment with you, basically just sticking around and rarely leaving, by now, it was more than just a nightmare.

How long had it been since you last left the apartment? Almost a month now? Osamu took you for a walk once or twice, returning after mere ten minutes and stating it was too dangerous. However, whenever he did leave, he returned bloody and dirty. Frankly, you were too afraid to ask what happened, but the secrecy between you two wasn’t helping in soothing your mind.

In the beginning, you still had been hopeful that the matter would resolve quickly and you could go back to your normal life. But apparently, it just kept dragging on, Osamu only ever stating that it wasn’t over yet. Even your dad stopped responding to your messages, asking if he was okay, by now, and you were nothing but worried about him. Now, you just wondered how many more days you’d have to spend with this guy that you still considered to be a total stranger.

Gripping your blanket tightly, it took you a lot of courage to speak up, but the situation was awkward as it is, there was nothing you could do to mess it up more. “Are you okay?” you asked carefully, hoping you weren’t overstepping your boundaries. His hand stopped, and he glanced back over his shoulder at you, simply staring for a moment before turning back to finish his task.

“Yeah, just a rough night.”

“Then... are you hurt?” you continued, feeling relieved after hearing his casual answer.

“Why? Ya worried about me?” Only being able to see his side profile over his shoulder, you noticed him smile - presumably for the first time ever that you knew him. “I-I mean!” you stuttered, twiddling your thumbs as you felt flustered. It wasn’t actually that bad talking to him; he actually had a hint of a joke in his voice as he spoke with you, even if you only ever perceived him as a mean-looking fellow with a bad career choice.

“It would be bad if something happened and you were injured...”

A soft chuckle fell off his lips, and you presumed he must have been tired if you actually managed to make him laugh. Either that, or you had to admit he wasn’t half as bad as you thought him to be. Closing the fridge - and with it, the only light in the room - you heard him groan as he stood up. However, even if he tried, his footsteps were audible because of his muscular build, especially as they drew closer.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about,” he assured you, plopping down on your bed. “I got it all under control, promise.”

“If you say so...” Pulling in your legs, you made some space, prompting him to lean back, and the smell of blood and dirt made its way to your nose. “So... not your blood?”

There was a certain risk in asking this, but you were awake now and, for the first time, had a conversation with him. “Nope,” he casually admitted, and it brought back some of the fears you first had when he was introduced to you. Mainly that he had already become numb towards violence. “Hey...” Osamu tore you out of your thoughts quickly as he spoke up first, noticing your silence.

“Has anyone been bothering you lately? Talked to some bad eggs on your phone?”

Blinking a few times, you delayed your response, nervously glancing at your phone. It was true that after you had to go undercover, you had quite a few arguments with your boyfriend and friends. They wouldn’t understand why you’d ghost them and avoid their questions about your whereabouts. “Not really?” you mumbled, unsure if he’d be interested in that kind of complaint from you. After all, they were more or less just relationship problems, and you two weren’t close in any way.

“I see,” he curtly replied, silence falling between you two until he sighed, sitting up straight again. “After you fell asleep, there was a guy outside to room. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the knocks, but I guess you were tired for a change.”

Immediately, you tensed up. Worried about the sudden revelation about a visitor, you didn’t even mind his last comment, revealing he had been aware and watching you as you had struggled to sleep the last few weeks in his presence. “W-Who was it?” you questioned, scared of hearing that you had been found out and you’d have to leave soon and hide somewhere else.

“Don’t know him. He got very agitated when he saw me and tried to get into the apartment, but I couldn’t let him, of course.”

Ears peeking up, you almost jumped out of bed as you leaned forward, intrigued by what Osamu was telling you. “And? What happened?” you pushed for a continuation.

“Nothing special. Told him he can’t get in and to leave. But he was one persistent bastard, yelling weird stuff like he was your boyfriend and he loved you and should be able to see you. These things.”

“W-Wait! What do you mean it was my boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me! I could have confirmed it! I’d really have liked... to see him...”

Shoulders slumping in disappointment, any fear of being found out was now turned into sadness, knowing you had been asleep while a vital piece of your life and of ‘normality’ had been so close. “Ridiculous, as if I could just let anyone come and claim he knew ya,” Osamu grumbled, and the heaviness of your situation returned back to you. Of course, he couldn’t allow the risk of someone hurting you after everything you two went through already.

“He did ask me to give you something, though,” Osamu seemed to suddenly remember, contemplatively. “What is it?” you inquired, hoping that maybe it really had been your boyfriend after all, and perhaps he brought you something to help you through these challenging times.

But instead, you were met with two fingers around your chin, pulling you in closely until you felt Osamu’s breath against your mouth. Much too late did you understand the intention, his lips kissing yours gently yet longingly. You felt an immediate gut-wrenching response, tearing away repulsed by the actions of your guard. Pushing him away, you rubbed off the feeling of his lips on yours with the back of your hand, spluttering, “What are you doing?!” while you tried not to feel sicker as the smell of iron reached your nose.

“Ya know,” Osamu continued, his tone indifferent, but you could hear the smile on his lips. “I’m just repaying my debt to him. There’s no ‘being too safe’, but I guess you really did matter a lot to him. He kept crying and telling me he loved ya.”

“Why didn’t you just wake me up to confirm it then?” By now, you felt the pain of your boyfriend, worried sick about you, and then faced with someone like Osamu as his only clue. “Are you kidding?” was all that the Yakuza responded. Getting up, he stretched audibly.

“I beat him to a pulp and took care of him and his phone with the tracking app.”

What?

“H-How could you...?!” was the only thing you could stutter.

“Yeah, he won’t bother you anymore. I know you two have been fighting lately.”

“Excuse me?”

Walking over to the entrance to the bath, Osamu flipped on the light before looking back at you. Dreadful splatters of blood were all over his face, even more than you had seen before. His knuckles seemed to be straight out of a horror movie, and the black clothes he wore had dark, firm spots on them.

And yet, he smiled at you affectionately.

“As if I’d let anyone put a frown on ya cute face, Babe. Doesn’t matter who, I’ll protect you from anyone trying to get close and hurt you. I told ya, didn’t I? I’ve got everything under control.”

With that, he entered the bath, and you heard the familiar sound of the shower. Confused but mostly worried, you threw back the blanket and hopped out of bed with unsteady feet, racing to the front door. Sliding off the door chain, you pushed the handle, expecting it to open, but it wouldn’t budge.

The faint sound of a chuckle echoed from the bathroom, the walls thin as paper, much to your dismay. You didn’t want to believe it; even more, you wanted to see it. See that what Osamu described didn’t happen to someone so dear to you. You wanted to know that everything was okay. Know that the man you shared this locked apartment with wasn’t some kind of maniac going around killing people on ‘your behalf’.

But when you looked at your phone, you saw a message from your boyfriend, saying he tracked you down and would be coming to get you now. It had been read before you, even replied to, but you didn’t remember ever seeing it or replying to it at all. Especially not when the last message eerily read:

<< Waiting for you (:

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ffeynn · 3 years

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Hihi! If possible, can I ask for some fluffy headcanons for Kazuha and Albedo with a very shy but sweet/angelic fem! s/o who has a tendency to downplay her amazing artistic abilities please? Thank u and please take care of yourself!!

「 shy, sweet!s/o who’s too humble with her abilities: kazuha and albedo 」

a/n: :(((( anonnnn sorry for taking so long to post, actually I've already finished this a long time ago but I didn't post it :((( idk where im going with this and take care of yourself too!

pairing: kaedahara kazuha, albedo x reader (seperates)

↬ when kazuha first saw your art, he was surprised by how much you underestimate it. he genuinely thought your art is a piece sent from the celestia, that and there’s a slight bias on the opinion. although you never seemed to favor showing your arts to the public.

☆ “dearest, must I say how beautiful your art is? because I think you’re having a different opinion than me.” he saw the way your ears reddened after hearing his compliment. you put your sketchbook over your face, only letting the eyes show, “you’re too nice kazuha, my art is nothing beautiful.” so you said.

he almost sighed when you downplayed your ability yet again, well as your lover, kazuha is more than pleased to assist you in gaining more confidence. he wouldn’t want to see his favorite artist feels bad about her own art as kazuha loves it.

↬ the poet loves to admire your art, he loves to watch you drawing, he loves to see you get shy when you noticed he was staring at you as you quickly hide your drawing. so by no means does he love watching you be proud of your own art with a bright smile on your face despite it rarely happening.

☆ you peeked from your sketchbook to see kazuha staring back at you, your eyes scurried from him to your sketch of him and back to him. “ah! it’s.. you look beautiful there so I thought.. I want to draw it, sorry.”

the light haired warrior stayed still at his spot and with a voice that seemed softer than ever to your ears, he said, “it’s alright, I rather would like to see how my love perceives me, you wouldn’t mind that right?” his words received your usual bright smile as a response. to smile that bright just because of his selfish request, you were too sweet for this world.

↬ kazuha appreciates that you’re letting him go through your sketchbook but how should he explain the way his heart beat flutters with each drawing of him. you who’s in front of him looks like she wants to cry from embarrassment the time you realized that there were many drawings of your lover in said book.

☆ “ah.. so this is how you see me.. I’m honoured.” kazuha let a smile up his face. did you cast magic in this drawing? if not then why can he feel your love from your drawing?

you were sitting beside him, enduring the embarrassment you feel every time he compliments your art. yet you can sense he was genuine about it and you are happy with it. “no, that’s just a drawing.. the way I see you is much more blinding than words or pencils can describe, because I love you.” after saying that, you immediately put your forehead on kazuha’s shoulder. looking at the pretty ground while your boyfriend chuckles.

↬ in knowing that you’ve such artistic abilities, albedo was proud of you. but that wasn’t the case for you. he wonders why you tend to downplay your art when in fact it’s one of the best in mondstadt. maybe in teyvat as a whole but the man has no way to know that with his piled up works. you’re his lover who he so much adores, akin to an angel some had said.

☆ albedo glanced at your drawing figure before shortly continuing his experiment with a smile barely visible on his face. you probably had noticed his mood shifting, that’s the reason you asked him if something good happened. “I was just looking at you.” the male said as he noted something in his experiment. whether you figure out what he was implying behind his words are up to you.

and judging from your gradually reddening face, you figured it out.

↬ sometimes when albedo has free times, you two will take a walk around mondstadt and if spotted a pretty scenery, you’ll stop by to rest there. maybe whip out a sketchbook and leave trails of the view on a paper with a pencil. view of the nature, of the creatures around it and also view of your lover.

☆ you tugged on albedo’s shirt, pointing at the tree nearby. it’s pretty big and able to act as a shade from the sun’s light. there were also flowers growing scattered. a nice place to rest and sketch without any disturb. albedo doesn’t seem to have any reason to deny which led them under said tree.

arriving there and going through your bag, you just realized you forgot to bring your sketching tools. a shame really. the alchemist decided that his next art should be you considering how long it has been since you both had the chance to leisure around like this. you who have nothing to do instead of playing with your boyfriend’s hair, excitedly did up a natural pose. albedo’s drawing is your favorite in the whole universe and every time you see yourself on someーmore than half actuallyーcanvas of his, you’ll always be immensely touched by that.

↬ you don’t really favor showing your art to others which explained why you usually draw somewhere closed off or where people rarely visit. or maybe you just draw in your room. albedo frequently catches you in an action of observing your current process. a coloured canvas in front of you, one hand holding the palette and one hand the brush.

☆ the alchemist also frequently catches you in an action of sleeping with your favorite pencil in hand and your sketch beside your sleeping face. possibility that you were waiting for him to come home until you fell asleep. albedo feels guilty for having you wait for him that long but he also wants to be selfish and relish the fact that you waited for him.

he slipped his arms under your back and knees, carefully lifting you up from the uncomfortable position you were in. once he put you on the bed, albedo took his time cleaning up the desk. the male turned to look at the drawing you were making just now. ah, this was during your second date, he recognized. did you draw this based on pure memory or what? nevertheless the answer, albedo will still find himself become amused of your arts. let it be then you tend to downplay your ability, he’ll just do his part to let you gain more confidence in your ability. his sweet lover deserved to do so.

#genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #kaedehara kazuha x reader #albedo x reader #fey.invites

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malleux · 2 years

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if you “don’t care” so much then why are you back

i like to write. i liked the little community i used to have and thoroughly enjoyed being online.

call it self centered, but it was, and still is, wonderful to have a few thousand followers who enjoy you and like you and want to be around you.

i “dont care” about how others negatively perceive my work, my attitude*, nor how i respond to such things. and attitude, as in personality and outlook on life and how i do things.

trust me, if i could do something else and still build up a community as supportive and loving as what i had as a writer, i would. i come here to do what i want. this blog is my little slice of a getaway and i just happened to be okay with sharing it with others.

but here’s the thing, right. the kicker. the coup de grâce, if you will. i’m here, but you don’t have to be! i’m here, but you can scroll your little heart out past my content and never once need to comment on it or even pay it any attention. so that makes me wonder— why? why do people take the time out of their day to patrol others and share their thoughts? i guarantee you i’m not the only person on tumblr.com who could not give less of a shit about what others think— about my writing or me.

i left because i was getting hate. yeah, it hurt. i came back because i’m stronger and know my worth and won’t let little internet people who think their little opinions matter get to me. there are billions of people on the internet and in the world. a billion other people u could waste your time with. but i also have a billion other people who i can focus on and who’s opinions i actually honor, but you are not one of them.

this is simply a psa of: “i no longer take disrespect, thanks”

i will not apologize for my harsh tone, nor the words i’ve said. i will continue to exist on my blog, as i have the right to do. you will continue to exist on yours, as you have the right to do. i wish you the best, and i do hope we never cross paths again

that being said, requests are open!!

#asks #anons #vent i suppose

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 years

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Hi, it same request for shie hassaikai with 3 in 1 reader but this time I want u do for lov members if u don't mind. I know u want to make it opened for the reader. U can make it opened for reader I don't mind it, it's all up to u and pls for afo too if u don't mind 👀

(Oh I don’t mind! My apologies for excluding Toga and Mustard this time around. I sometimes have to sit and think if it’s appropriate for them to be in certain asks! This was such a fun one to do as well btw ^_^)

~LOV/AFO and an S/O with the Big 3~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-AFO: He would definitely call you a well endowed person, that’s for sure. In other words: he’s complimenting you really. He knows everywhere you go, you tend to catch a lot of he eyes around you. He’s much to mature for jealously or brawling outright in public. He’ll only really get active if someone touches you without your consent, or even if someone is harassing you as well. He’s not big into the whole ‘leader with eye candy on his lap’ thing. He sees you as more than that. He sees you as an equal...a partner and someone he cares about past their looks.

-Shigaraki: How could you ever hold a conversation with him when you first met him? He’s too busy staring at your chest (and elsewhere) to pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth. Honestly it’s pretty annoying since you’d probably want someone that likes you for you and not just for your ‘assets’. Well lucky for you that he slowly begins to actually get to know you. Bit by bit he begins to actually become engaged in your conversations until his ogling is a thing of the past...well sometimes. He wants to touch you but it’s a bit difficult given his quirk. He knows he has control over it by now, but the fear of slipping up even just once bothers him. He has to wear his special gloves to interact with you until he trusts himself more.

-Dabi: Has he died and went to heaven? He must have died and went to heaven right? That’s his thought process on a daily with you. He wants to be one of those sensitive guys that has no type but lets be real here: you’re everything he’s looking for in an S/O...at least body-wise of course. All the other stuff like personality and shit comes later on in the relationship.

-Muscular: Hope you don’t mind being groped constantly because this is what you’ll be dealing with when dating him. Every time you pass him by, he’ll smack your ass. Every car ride, he’ll grip your thigh. Every cuddle session, his nuzzle himself into your chest. Don’t even get me started on the bragging! This man will tell everyone about you. More specifically about how hot you are! “Hey, you seen Y/N today? Yeah they’ve got this new outfit that just hugs them just right. Bet you wish you were dating them eh? Too bad huh piss ant!”

-Moonfish: Your body can look any kind of way. It’s what’s inside that counts to him the most. How you perceive him and how you treat him as well as others around you too. Your heart and your mind. He doesn’t see himself as the type of person that really deserves that type of love, but he’ll greedily accept it from someone like you. Your good looks are just an additive to everything else. Really he thinks your kindness and love can offset some of his awful crimes and all the villainy he’s committed over time. He hopes your purity can wash away just a smidgen of his sins at least. It’s true about what they say: love changes people.

-Magne: She’s going to hype you up regardless of your looks so just expect it at this point. Magne thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous/handsome! She finds herself buying you different outfits that she thinks you’ll look amazing in. She’s not at all a controlling girlfriend, so you’re free to say no to this at any time! She also feels a sense of pride when you’re on her arm as well. Her thoughts/opinions of herself are far from insecure. She believes she’s gorgeous as well. With you by her side, she feels as though you two are a power couple...a real double team knockout!

-Spinner: Oh God does he jumble his words around you. Even after you two have ended up dating for a while, he still feels like it’s his first time meeting and falling in love with you over and over again. You’re just so damn attractive! Occasionally you’ll find him wondering about himself as his own insecurities come to the surface again and again. He wonders how could anybody like you ever find the time out of your day to date someone like him? He’s used to society looking down on him since his quirk literally makes him look like a giant reptile. It’s going to take some time to reassure him so be sure to be patient with him please! Aside from this, he loves you so very dearly and cannot see his life without you. He’d kill for you, die for you even. You are everything to him and he couldn’t deny it even if he tried.

-Compress: Dear you’re making this old man blush! Compress find different and creative ways to compliment you all the time. Most of all, he makes sure to remind you that you’re not just an object just because you have a killer body. Compress reminds you that you are a person and that if you ever needed reassurance about that, he wouldn’t hesitate to do so. This man cherishes you and loves you so much. He wants to give you the world and would honestly leave the LOV behind if it’s what you wanted. To live a simple life with the person he loved? That would be like heaven to him as well.

-Kurogiri: He’s hardly ever stuttered in his entire life until he’s met you. Now he has two reasons to live and you are one of them. It’s no secret that your body is appealing to those around you. This is especially true for Kurogiri. He first fell for you not because of your body, but because of your laugh and smile. It was mainly because of the conversation you two had when you met. After that was said and done, he began to notice your features more. He found himself looking and feeling like a pervert on more than one occasion! He may seem like a gentleman but trust me...when you two get alone together behind closed doors? Oh yeah, it’s on.

-Twice: God you make him want to cry and shout out in joy! How could anyone ever love him unconditionally? He thought he’d be lonely for the rest of his life until he met you. You’re the type of person that makes him forget about all the mistakes in his life, and all the times he’s stumbled. You’re the type of person that makes him feel like there’s still time for him to do better and to change for good. You make his heart beat out of his chest (in more ways than one;) He’s so in love with you that he’s considering marriage. Aside from all the lovey dovey stuff, he can’t keep his hands off of you. It honestly makes you chuckle the way he asks if it’s okay to fondle you sometimes or when he asks if it’s okay to *ahem* go to bed early tonight~ You make this man lose all control of himself behind closed doors, seriously.

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#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #lov #league of villains #shigaraki tomura #Dabi #kurogiri #mr. compress #spinner #muscular #moonfish #twice #magne

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 3 years

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Could you do 49 for Ashe? Because let face it the bean deserves all the hugs and love 😤💝

{YEYEYE Ashe request lads, it's an a s h e r e q u e s t. Is it unhealthy that almost three years down the line I am still in love with him? Maybe. Do I care? Lol nope. Here's your request doll, sorry that it's late}

#49- Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath

{Please Let Me Pass}-Ashe Ubert x Reader

If Ashe had somehow wronged the professor in any way, this was a punishment far from fitting. He merely asked for some extra tutoring in tactical battle strategies before his class examination. Nothing too extreme since he'd never want to be an inconvenience, but the last thing he expected was to find (Y/N) waiting for him in the Professor's stead.

If they did this on purpose, then Professor Byleth was much more cruel than he'd have ever imagined. It's not that (Y/N) was incapable; no, they were the next best in line to lead the class after Prince Dimitri. It had already been well established that they would make a fine addition to any army and the blue lions were very fortunate to have them. He "admired," them as well.

Perhaps a bit too much, since concentrating on anything other than his erratic heartbeat was impossible.

"Correct again! Just remember that for this formation, you'll likely want to add more security around your cleric aside from one knight. A good bet is to station a long distance faction within reach," they said, and he nodded while jotting their words in his notebook for later. He'd been doing well, albeit so unwillingly. With each question came a new uncertainty and fear of failure. He'd constantly need to skim his book for reassurance.

"I don't know why you’re so worried Ashe. You would do well to go relax your brain for tomorrow, why don't we go grab dinner?" Their praise only worsened his condition, and he felt his eyes sting from trying not to smile. Despite it though he turned the page in his book, ready to do another practice problem.

"Oh no. Compared to everyone else I have much to improve on, it will be a miracle if I ever become a knight at this rate," no sooner than the last syllable left his mouth, he felt his writing quill snatched from his grasp.

"Doubt is something we don't have room for Ubert. No more visual problems, time for a pop quiz," they said motioning for him to give up his notebook. Things were going well, but now he couldn't tell if his heart pounded from their closeness or testing fear.

"What? No, we don't have to-"

"I want to,"

"But it's easier to follow the Professor's plan"

"No, straying is good. Now give me the book," they tapped the table, urging him to slide it over.

"…please?" he tried one last time, but with one quirk of their eyebrow he relented. They tucked it under their arms delicately, and he patiently waited for failure.

"What weapon class is superior to swords?" they asked. Ashe sputtered at the question. They answer was obvious considering the weapon triangle is one of the first things any student learns. He couldn't help but wonder if it was a trick question. Compared to everything else they had studied this was simple, too simple. For the first time he cursed how mute their resting face was, letting no indication of trickery slip through. They simply waited with hands folded, and watched him with a soft gaze.

"Uhm," he hesitated, "that would be lances, yes?"

After a moment of silence their blank expression cracked into a light smile, and he felt himself reaching to fiddle with his sleeves.

"Correct," they said, and he almost relaxed until they began to pack away his notebook unannounced.

"W-wait! I need that for tomorrow," he reached for the bag, only for them to halt him with a stern grip on his wrist. His pulse jumped again at the contact, and if this were a different occasion he may have dreamed up fantasies of interlocking fingers.

"No you don't. I'm keeping this for tonight," they said with no room for argument. He couldn't fight back against them, he's never won and doesn't think he ever will. It's almost as if they knew what set him off-oh, they knew. Well that makes things all the more 'peachy,' now doesn't it. His wrist was soon free, but their next target was his hair. They tussled it affectionately, or at least that is how he perceived it.

"That was such a simple question, and it nearly made you hyperventilate. You're so much more intelligent than you give yourself credit for and tonight you are going to rest before acing that exam tomorrow," they tussled his hair almost affectionately. He couldn't focus enough to tell, with their praise ringing in his head.

"I don't- I can't?" he cast his gaze down with no better argument, "...alright. I'll trust your judgement," he relented once again, just like before. If he couldn't muster the confidence on his own then maybe stealing some of theirs would be enough. He bid them farewell, letting his heart relax and limbs go limp in the empty study hall. He was almost calm until the fast clacking of shoes on tile grew closer.

"(Y/N)? Did you forget something?" He asked as they approached.

"Yeah," hands gripped his own, and he felt warmth squeeze himself into a ball. They tucked their head next to his own comfortably despite how he did not reciprocate immediately. All he could muster was a light pat on their back, nothing in comparison to the way all energy was sucked from his limbs and breath stolen away. So gravitating that it did not last nearly long enough.

"That's for confidence. If you pass then I'll give you another!"

Oh he needed to pass. He will pass.

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