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please hop into my inbox and give me a genshin character and one of these prompts!! (if you’d like it to be yandere specify that as well!!)

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change any gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” “   you’re  doing  great ,   okay ??   i mean it .   ” “   you  are  so  strong .   ” “   please  don’t  ever  give  up .   ” “   i  will  always  believe  in  you .   ” “   why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” “   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ” “   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” “   just  listen  to  my  heartbeat ,   okay ??   ” “   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ” “   please ,   just  hold  me .   ” “   you  always  meant  the  world  to  me .   i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that .   ” “   i  never  stopped  loving  you .   ” “   you’ll  feel  better  if  you  talk  about  it .   i’m  here  to  listen .   ” “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” “   i  forgive  you .   ” “   you  are  so  fucking  powerful .   ” “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ” “   i  trust  you  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  universe .   ” “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the  answers .   ” “   i’m  so ,   so  sorry .   you  didn’t  deserve  that .   ” “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” “   you  can  admit  that  you’re  hurting .   it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   hold  my  hand ??   ” “   you  are  my  home .   ” “   no  matter  what  anyone  else  says ,   you  are  so  important  to  me .   ” “   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” “   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ” “   don’t  talk  about  yourself  like  that .   ” “   just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .   ” “   you  are  loved .   ” “   i  just  need  a  hug .   ” “   i’ll  destroy  anything  that  so  much  as  thinks  of  harming  you .   ” “   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ” “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ” “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” “   if  you  don’t  take  your  butt  back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself .   ” “   i’m  sorry  to  wake  you  up ,   but  i  really  need  someone  to  talk  to .   ” “   i  hate  seeing  you  like  this   …   please ,  let  me  help .   ” “   you  are   &   always  will  be  precious  to  me .   ” “   i  can’t  believe  that  asshole  said  that  to  you .   it’s  not  true ,   you  know .    ” “   you  want  me  to  punch  him  in  the  face  ??   ” “   you  deserve  every  good  thing  in  the  world .   ” “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  anything ,   as  long  as  i’m  around .   ” “   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” “   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ”

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴀʀᴍ

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀 silently leaned forward, poking a stick at the fire’s dying embers. You watched him, entranced by the way the small flames danced across his pale face. For just a moment, you were even able to forget the biting chill that permeated the air around you. Once he sat back, you came back to reality, and shivered while pulling your blanket tighter around your form. 

This action didn’t go unnoticed by Kazhua, who then placed a gentle arm around your shoulder to tug a bit you closer to his side. His attention was elsewhere, however, ruby orbs much too busy scanning the snow-blessed evergreen trees that traced the surroundings. After travelling with the swordsman for so long, you had learned to practice reticence in these moments, the moments when Kazuha was carefully listening to the words of nature as they whispered and told him secrets you could never wish to uncover. 

Still, the warmth emitting from the soft action he had performed seconds ago sent pleasant tingles crawling through your skin. You closed your eyes, resting your tired head on your lover’s shoulder as you released a quiet but contented sigh. A bandaged hand reached over to place itself on your cheek, further heating the area. In a tender gesture, Kazuha’s thumb traced your undereye area carefully.

“Sleep well my love. The snow will await the return of it’s sun.”

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋᴀᴇʏᴀ ᴀʟʙᴇʀɪᴄʜ

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 (𝒴/𝒩),

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃, 𝐼 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔? 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒. 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹.

𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓉𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈! 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓀𝓊𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒾𝓈𝑒. 𝒪𝒽, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒟𝑜 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇. 𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔.

- 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈,

𝔎𝔞𝔢𝔶𝔞 𝔄𝔩𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔥

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

reblogging with tags for exposure :D

hello everyone!! i am so so so sorry for the lack of posts for like,,, months-

my summer has been insanely busy, and i start classes next week. however, id really like to get back into writing!

i value all of your opinions, and thus, id like to hear what kind of writing you want from me! im planning on completely rebranding and redoing my account, complete with rewriting fandoms and stuff, so please please please come on into my ask box and let me know!

tell me which fandoms on my list youd like to see more of, and what kind of writing!! all of my rules still apply for now, i just want to know what my audience wants :)

i missed you all dearly <3

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

hello everyone!! i am so so so sorry for the lack of posts for like,,, months-

my summer has been insanely busy, and i start classes next week. however, id really like to get back into writing!

i value all of your opinions, and thus, id like to hear what kind of writing you want from me! im planning on completely rebranding and redoing my account, complete with rewriting fandoms and stuff, so please please please come on into my ask box and let me know!

tell me which fandoms on my list youd like to see more of, and what kind of writing!! all of my rules still apply for now, i just want to know what my audience wants :)

i missed you all dearly <3

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘤 ᴛᴀɢꜱ: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘎𝘕!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ᴄᴡ: 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘤 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘋:

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 felt all of the stress of his job starting to weigh down on him. It took a physical toll, dragging lines down his face and tensing his shoulders. Everything was becoming too much. He had a huge pile of paperwork to finish by the end of the day, which was in three hours, and still had to patrol the city to check for threats. Placing his head in his hands and staring at the mahogany desk slightly below him, the man realized that for the first time in a while, he may genuinely need a break.

As if someone had been sent by the archons themselves to answer Diluc’s silent prayer, a knock resounded through the quiet study. Raising his gaze, the crimson-haired male uttered a deep ‘enter’, before straightening his posture. In you walked, a steaming cup of tea sitting in your free hand. You offered a smile, the expression seeming to light up the entire room around you. 

Your beam soon fell, however, when you noticed the gauntness of your husband’s face. The exhaustion was obvious, prominent eyebags sitting under his dulled crimson irises. His hair was haphazardly pulled into a messy ponytail, and his cheeks were sunken in. It seemed he had been overworking himself again. A frown crawled onto your lips as you made your way to his side, setting the heated drink on the desk before turning to fully face Diluc.

Before you could open your mouth and chastise the man, his head fell forward, landing on your soft stomach. The unexpected action brought a small squeak of surprise from your mouth, as you slowly raised your hands.

“Please, allow me to stay like this. Just for a moment.”

How could you ever deny a request like that? Smiling ever so slightly, you placed one hand on the top of Diluc’s head, the other on the side of his face not pressed against your body. Your fingers gently carded through his hair, fixing the stray strands and tidying the ponytail up. The wine tycoon felt all of the stress beginning to melt from his body, shoulders slowly lowering as his features relaxed. It was all he could do to stay awake and mutter out a single sentence.

“Thank you.”

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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ: ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ!

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘤, 𝘒𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘢, 𝘈𝘭𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘰, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦, 𝘡𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪 ᴛᴀɢꜱ: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 ᴄᴡ: 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 always writes little notes for you when he leaves early for work. He can’t even imagine what it’s like to wake up to an empty and cold bed, him long gone for a day of managing a business and manor. So, he will leave little notes on the kitchen table, little post-its that say things like ‘I will be home early tonight, I can’t wait to see you’ or even a simple ‘I adore you’. Sometimes, if you’re extra lucky, he’ll even make you breakfast. Somehow, it always seems to be the perfect temperature for eating right when you notice it.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 makes sure that when you’re assigned to a mission outside of Mondstat’s safe walls, it’s one with him. When confronted, he will deny having a say in your job, merely attesting the ‘coincidence’ to fate, or sometimes teasing you by accusing you of changing the assignments yourself. In truth, he worries about you. He knows how capable you are and has seen your strength firsthand, but fear still manages to cage his heart in an inescapable bind. What if you meet something stronger than you? No, he couldn’t handle loosing you. So, instead, Kaeya will follow you, ensuring your safety, but not without a few cunning remarks and teasing flirts. After all, he would truly follow you to the ends of the Earth, if only you asked.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 finds himself asking you to be a helper for his research more often than not. It started out with a simple request for you to become a sketching subject for him. As time went on, he found himself drawing you when he zoned out, picturing the way the reflecting sunlight cascaded across your skin when you stared out at the piles of snow. So, to quell this confusing need to be close to you, Albedo offers you a position as his assistant. When you are around, the male begins to wonder if he should study the meaning of beauty and why he finds you to be the most accurate description he has ever witnessed.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 always stumbles to you after getting hurt on a job, no matter how far into headquarters you are. Sure, it’s quite difficult to dodge all of his subordinates when he’s dripping blood, but seeing your smiling face is more than worth it. When you usher him into your private quarters with an exclamation of shock and worry, he can’t keep the grin down. Your voice is soft when you chastise him, warning him of the stinging before beginning to clean his wounds. Childe finds that in these moments, where he is laying in a sunbathed room, watching the wind blow tree branches just beyond the window, and the only sound audible is that of your soft mutters and breaths as you dab antiseptic on his injuries, he feels most at home. 

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 wishes to listen to you speak more than speak himself. This is quite a change from his normal behavior, when he eagerly recounts stories of days long forgotten. Said change even shocked the archon himself. Zhongli finds that when he is with you, his interest in the past dwindles just the slightest. Instead, he is quick to lend an ear to your problems. The god finds you most beautiful when you speak of things that make you happy, eyes shining and gentle smile playing on your lips. He will quietly commit every single thing you say to memory, so even if the day comes that you two must part, your words will dance through his mind infinitely. Yours are ones he could never forget.

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

okay guys i have a draft saved for next monday! its gonna be my first official genshin piece and it has a new layout! i hope youre all as excited as i am :>

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

hi everyone! since im kinda half back rn, i just wanted to inform you all that im gonna be experimenting with new post layouts!

im looking back on the older ones and i dont really like them as much anymore,,, they are very big and clunky HSBBA

i hope everyone has had a good day today! if you sent me an ask recently please re-send it D: tumblr ate ALL of my asks i literally dont have any but i know i did, thank you dears <3

[fanfictionwritingoddity]

head empty,,,, only-

Diluc helping his afab!reader while they’re on their period. He hates watching them writhe in pain as they groan about cramps, silently cursing his inability to offer any aid. Then, it hits him. Hot water bottles are supposed to help, so what about a 5′9 heated hunk of muscle? This was one time the male could appreciate his naturally high body temperature.

Wordlessly, he slipped into bed beside them, situating his glove-free hand on the small of their back to pull them closer. At first, Y/N was confused, eyes opening and blinking curiously at their boyfriends actions. But, once they felt the relief that came from the warmth Diluc exuded, they needed no other hint to cuddle into his side, releasing a sigh of contentedness as they did so.

Diluc felt his heart clench at their actions, suppressing the small smile threatening to break onto his lips. Instead, he busied himself with tracing small shapes into their shoulder and back back with a single finger.

Y/N had done so much for him, thawed his seemingly frozen heart, and brought a flicker of light to what seemed an endless void of darkness. Anything Diluc could offer them, from a shoulder to cry on to a human heating pad when their cramps became too much, he would offer without a second thought. 

a.n) HI HI EVERYONE OMFG IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG I WAS GONE! genshin has literally taken over my life AHA um!! i will do my best to be more active, but for now expect reallyyyy irregular posts. also yes, i am hormonal and on my period so. take this.

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OMG YOU'RE A ROSARIA MAIN THAT'S SO COOL!!! :D

We need to play together sometime!

OH MY GOSH YES!! CAN YOU MSG ME YOUR UID???

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Who do you main in genshin impact?

i mostly main rosaria! however, support wise i play barbara, xingqiu and xinyan!!

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Hi first off i just wanted to say that you kinda scared me and I thought you died or sth but I just figured you're busy so i didn't want to bother you. Welcome back, can i have a headcanon with Weiss where her G/N s/o got a scar from Cinder (replace weiss at the time where she got stabed) and how could her react to it? I need a little angst in my life. Anyway love u <3

oh my goodness sol im so sorry!! please dont ever worry about bothering me, if you ever want to talk at all my messages are always open to you and ive missed you so much! i promise that if i disappear out of the blue its probably just because ive been busy and/or unmotivated to write <3 thank you for your concern dear :D

now! for your headcannon!

I think more than anything, Weiss would be angry. Not just at Cinder though, also herself. When you were being nursed back to health from the wound, the Schnee refused to leave your bedside, skipping classes and focusing only on the festering hatred within. Once the wound heals into a scar, it becomes a double-edged sword. While it serves as a motivator for her to become stronger, it also pulls her deep into the depths of self-despair. She wasn’t good enough to protect you when you needed it most, and now the scar is a constant reminder of her most recent failure. 

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This isn’t a request or anything!

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I just wanted to wish you a good day and say thank you for how much organization and effort you put into your blog!

Anyways I wish you luck on Genshin Impact!

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thank you so much oh my goodness <3

i apologize for my absence lately, ive been really unmotivated to write and whatnot :( but thank you to everyone who has sent kind messages or continued to support me, i love you all so dearly and hope you have a wonderful day/night <3 take care of yourselves!

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also i started playing genshin like 4 days ago and im ar 23 and GOD diluc hold my hand pls <333 lisa call me cutie pls <33333 i BEG! also razor is so adorable i love him so much pls i want to braid his hair

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WHY DIDNT ANYONE TELL ME THE LINKS IN MY BIO WEREN’T WORKING OMFG IM SO SORRY

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮’𝙨 𝙆𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚: 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.7𝙠 𝐭𝐰: 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮, 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 - 𝙝𝙪𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒

 ( 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎!𝙾𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚃𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁����𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 )

You nervously tapped your pencil eraser against the top of your desk, ignoring the growing pit in your stomach. Matsukawa was never late. Not without texting you, that is. In all of your two years of friendship, he had always made sure to message you and make you aware when he wouldn’t be in or on time. He knew you had anxiety, and thus made sure to do all he could to keep you comfortable.

It was hard to resist the urge to glance at your phone screen, but somehow you managed. You knew that if Issei texted you, the screen would light up and a small ping would resound from your device. The ringing of the next class bell startled you, so much so that you actually dropped your phone. Your heart pounded in your chest as you attempted to simultaneously calm down and pick up the electronic.

Before you could reach it, a pale hand shot out, gently lifting it from the floor and setting it onto the desk. You blinked in surprise, trying to figure out who had helped you without seeming like some creep. When you heard the slight laughter, you jumped, quickly straightening your posture.

Oikawa was standing in front of you, his umber eyes flitting around the room in confusion. You wondered why he had arrived at your classroom, before remembering the bell. Ah, that’s right, it’s lunch time. He must have come here to see Matsukawa so they could walk together to lunch. Expression twisting into one of anxiety, you looked at the phone now sitting on your desk, realizing the screen was slightly cracked. There were still no notifications.

“Y/N, do you have any idea where Matsukawa is?”

You weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to hold it together, and opted to turn and pretend to search through your bag after shaking your head in denial. Tooru frowned, scratching the back of his neck a few times.

“Do you?”

There was a slight crack in your voice, your throat constricting uncomfortably when you spoke. 

“I might,” he muttered, looking off to the side in thought. You leapt up at this, grabbing the captain’s free hand and clasping it tightly.

“Is he alright? Did something happen?”

Oikawa’s heart sped up due to the proximity and the way your smaller hands squeezed around his. God, you were wonderful. But he couldn’t break the act just yet. Feigning deep thought, he took a few moments to answer, narrowing his eyes as the seconds passed.

“Well, last night he told me some things… I tried to check up on him but he wouldn’t answer any texts.”

One glance at your forlorn and let down expression was enough to make the setter aware of his victory.

“There’s a lot to explain, but I think I might know where he is. I’m going to be busy all day, so if you’d like, maybe wait for me and after practice I’ll walk you home and explain. Is that alright?”

Your nodding was so eager that Tooru couldn’t help the smile breaking onto his lips. It quickly fell when the reality of the situation weighed in on his mind; you were acting so eager to hear about a bastard who didn’t even deserve the time of day. Well, who hadn’t deserved the time of day. Luckily he wouldn’t be bothering you anymore. Your love made sure of it, of course.

The wait was tortuous. The entire day seemed to last for months, hours turning into days and minutes into hours. You had asked around, wondering if Issei had spoken to anyone besides Oikawa last night. The verdict was negative, even the Seijoh volleyball team didn’t know what was going on. It wasn’t like him to miss practice, much less without a warning or explanation.

The pit in your stomach eagerly grew with each passing class. By the time school was over and you were left to wait for practice to end, it weighed heavier than any burden you had ever shouldered alone. There had never been a reason for you to make friends besides Issei and Kaori, but Kaori was busy with club activities so you were unable to vent to her. When you explained the situation she had completely understood, shooing you away with promises to make an excuse for you.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t focus on your homework. A voice in the back of your mind was screaming that something was so terribly wrong. Had he gotten hurt? Did the girl he walked with do something to him? Or did he just end up staying over at her house? You never did get her name, so for all you know she could also be absent. It wouldn’t be out of character for Matsukawa to skip a day to help someone he cared about.

On days when you had been sick and your parents had been too busy to take care of you, Issei had pretended to be under the weather so he could sneak over to your house and help nurse you back to health. But even then, he would explain the situation to his teammates, and they would all cover for him. So, if that was the case now, why hadn’t he said anything? Why did he only tell Oikawa?

It just didn’t seem to add up. Matsukawa was closer to a few other guys on the team than he was to Tooru, so why was he the only one who knew what was going on?

Shaking your head, you patted your cheeks a few times to calm yourself down. You couldn’t let your overthinking get the best of you. Oikawa would never lie to you like that. He was a playboy, sure, and liked to flirt with literally everyone, but that didn’t make him someone who would hurt your best friend. Here you were again, letting your thoughts get away from you and become overpowered by anxiety.

While you were stuck in your own mind, struggling with your intuition and logic, volleyball practice had promptly wrapped up. When the sound of shouted calls and balls hitting the court ceased, you looked up from the question you had been staring at and noticed that most of the guys had made their way to the locker room to grab their bags. You stood up, eagerly stuffing the papers you hadn’t made any progress on into your bag as you almost tripped over your feet running down the staircase from the stands.

Oikawa was waiting for you at the bottom, one hand on his hip and the other slinging his volleyball bag over his shoulder. He watched you almost stumble down the steps, letting out a soft chuckle whilst you scampered over to him. Soft puffs of breath left your mouth and adrenaline coursed through your veins. You were finally going to find out what happened to Issei!

“Follow me, cutie.”

The rest of the team had already left, and since you were the last out it was your job to turn the lights off. The gym slowly dimmed, row after row of lights shutting off. Tooru started with the bright LED fixtures closest to you, flicking the light switches one by one. Eventually, he stopped, leaving one light on. This action confused you, so you drew your eyes away from the ceiling to his face, bewilderment written all over your countenance.

Tooru was tempted to turn every light off. Would you cling to him in fear? Would you scream? Or would you find comfort in the pitch black, while he broke the news about your ‘friend’.

No, as much as he wanted to, Oikawa knew it would be much more enjoyable and satisfying to see your face. He wanted to watch your expression crumble while pretty tears of disbelief gathered in the corners of those beautiful eyes. The setter wanted to see how you shook and trembled.

He wanted to see every single side of you.

“Y/N, Matsukawa… he’s…”

God, he hated the way you perked up when he uttered that stupid name.

“He’s dead.”

Your features immediately fell, eyelids fluttering open and shut as you tried to comprehend the words that just left Tooru’s mouth. Your mind raced at the speed of light, questions tumbling out of your mouth with a broken and unsettled tone.

“What do you mean? How do you- how do you even know? Is this some prank? Where the hell is Isse-”

Just as his name was about to leave your mouth, Oikawa covered your lips with his palm. There was a smoldering hatred in his eyes, one of pure malice and discontent. The look alone sent shivers down your spine, leaving your knees trembling as tears began to blur your vision. What was happening? Why was he doing this? You tried to make space between you, but eventually ran out of room as your back hit the hard wall.

“I know because I killed him myself. And you know I’m not one to half-ass something like that, right princess?”

The word betrayal was an understatement to the immense pain you felt. The tears that had been gathering in your glossy eyes spilled over, slipping down your cheeks and onto Tooru’s hand. You looked so adorable like this, he thought, your protests muffled as you weakly tried to shove him away.

“It’s not my fault, you’re the one who liked him in the first place. If you didn’t fall in love with him, he would still be alive now.”

This was… your fault?

“You know, I’ve liked you for two years. Every time I saw your adorable face in the stands at our games, I pushed myself past my limits in the hopes that it was me you came to see. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you would show up in my little fanclub.”

The tremors shaking your body were so violent you were having trouble breathing. You were starting to hyperventilate. Desperately clawing at the hand covering your mouth, you tried your best to steady your hand enough to dig your nails in, but the attempt was to no avail.

“Imagine my pain when you told me you liked someone else. Let alone, someone so unworthy of your attention. That hurt like hell, doll.”

His tone was nothing but a growl as he pressed harder against your mouth, stifling your breath. The world around you began to fade to black, noir clouds creeping across your vision as your grip on his arms lessened. Eventually, you passed out, collapsing forward into Oikawa’s waiting arms.

“Hm, I guess you really are my kryptonite. Good thing I have you all to myself now, right?”

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