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The fact that none of the gay bitches on this site want to fuck Gregory House is fucking heartbreaking

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Ears ringing

Barty crouch jr x Slytherin gender neutral reader (male in thought)

No use of Y/N/Established friendship Warnings: Drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, partying, mention of sex, Barty and reader have a toxic relationship and bond, death, readers death. ANGST

You were a little bit of a mess, that was a fact to many, and more so to Barty. He had no idea why it was like that, every time a party was hosted after a game of Quidditch you were the first there, people around you yelling and cheering; “Shot!Shot!Shot!” as you took one drink after the other. He watched you get drunk, be the center of attention, go with guys and girls you had never shown interest in before.

He never said anything, he didn’t have a right to when he wasn’t better himself.He often was there right alongside you taking shots, making out with random people or smoking in the corner with Regulus or Evan.

He often whined to them how he wanted you, How he wanted to be the one you looked at, the one you grinned at, the one your drunken gaze focused on, the one that you wrapped your lips around like he was nothing but a joint though as highly addictive. He wanted all of you, the whole mess you were. Not to fix you, not to comfort you and make it all better, but to ruin yourself alongside him.

Barty crouch junior, wanted you, all of you, he wanted to be the first you look at when you woke up and the last you saw as you fell asleep. He wanted to be the one you whispered sweet words to, he wanted to be the one you degraded like he was nothing of importance to you. He wanted to be the only you kissed softly, he wanted to be the one you sunk your teeth in.

You weren’t oblivious to Barty’s feelings, you thought often as you stayed awake in the Slytherin dorms how different everything would be if you were in a better headspace. How much you would love Barty, but you didn’t, you couldn’t, it was all numb. Though that didn’t stop you from sleeping with Barty, even if you knew how much it ruined Barty emotionally. It was an easy hookup, it relieved stress and someone cared for you after it.

Every time you and Barty slept together you would hear Barty whisper something though you pretended you were asleep. The next morning you acted like nothing had happened. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel guilty by how things had ended up. The bruising on you arm a taunting reminder of when your next fix would be, you couldn’t bring yourself to care who you were hurting, not when your goal was to hurt yourself.

Barty said he didn’t care how much you hurt him, at least you needed him, at least he was of use. How could he ever blame you? When your pretty eyes looked up at him like he was their only savior? At least those were Barty’s delusions, his coping so the pain wouldn’t be as bad.

Barty knew you were a lost cause, that’s all you were to many people’s eyes but he couldn’t bring himself to give up on you, he wouldn’t give up not until the day your pretty eyes closed forever and he would have to say goodbye to your limp figure.

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COME BACK IT'S ALMOST BEEN 2 YEARS🕐😻

I won’t lie… I forgot this account existed;)

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Unrealistic Prompt: Male readers (or even GN) in male reader (GN) x Character in any fandom

(images to drive it home lol sorry A3, love you)

What I wish a male reader would be:

Tall or above average height

Be chubby or something, a soft dough man, not everyone is that perfect let's be real here

Have facial hair if the right age! I never see facial hair. Give me that full beard my guy or a mustache

Badass maybe? I'd love to woo them if you can't tell

Personality (pick one): Stoic, Funny, Clumsy, Gentle, Dorky, Kind, Asshole, can have a traumatic back story why not you do you...

The support that helps your favorite character. Be the one that can take care of that character. I want to take care of you so bad please I beg you.

For GN they would still be tall (or short but not t o o much like come on) and remove any aspect of being male but please let them be the rock of the relationship, the provider, whatever (Because this is my vision shhh shut up)

What the male reader always tends to be:

Small

Short (short king? Not in my house, eh, well if done right sure)

Almost fem build, like holy shit is he ok? Feed him please why is he so dangerously skinny? Help.

Docile or tsundare or something idk

Personality: shy Shy SHy SHY, always flustered wtf, the damn damsel in distress, traumatic past? Well, sure why not.

BUT

Always fucking has to rely on the character like a desperate whore, treated like a princess, always having a boner first, flustered beyond repair holy shit, what am I? The fucking bottom of the bottom??? I even bottom the most bottom characters ever existed like fuck-

For GN? let's be honest it's the same treatment. So much so I always read it like I'm female no matter HOW MUCH I TRY TO BE AS NEUTRAL AS POSSIBLE-

Anyway thanks for coming to my ted talks.

(Disclaimer please don't kill me I wanted to rant so don't let this idiot change your male/GN reader...probably)

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Can i request for some Scaramouche and Childe(separate) x male reader? Y/N who betrayed and left Fatui Harbingers because some harsh reason(idk what to think༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽) then after a year they finally met again, but this time Y/N was like kinder, sweeter and free? (angst to fluff??)

Thank youuu

Hii!! I can totally do that for you <3 Ty for the request!!

Also.. I got a bit carried away with Scaramouches so I didn’t have the time to fit in childe but I might come back and edit it when I’m done with the rest of my requests and add him

Also, slight mention of implied sex?? I felt like it shows just how close the two of you would have been in the fic so I left it in! Nothing explicit though<3 

Female readers/fetishizers dni with this post.

His one mighty weakness

Scaramouch <3

Being a fatui harbinger was never promised to be paradise. It’s dirty work, murder, theft, scamming, anything and everything you can think of. You were a harbinger, no exception to the rules. You were cold blooded, an itchy trigger finger and a skillful weaponry range. A nasty temper and a high place of power in the hierarchy hand sewn and carefully pressed by the Tsaritsa herself. yet scaramouch seemed to find some sort of comfort in you.

He himself couldn’t quite explain it. The side of you he gets to see is completely different from the ever so harsh façade you have to force to keep your job, and well, your life. You play a detrimental role in this horrifying Kingdom of crimson bloodshed. The gentle side of you that tenderly patches his wounds. Softly pressing your smooth lips over the ragged yet elegant handy-work you’ve layered upon his skin. Neat stitches adorning his deeper cuts, leaving fine lines for scars instead of Jagged and harsh notes of war and struggle. A Permanent perfect Mark on his body, one that you left behind. Almost like a tattoo, flashing your care on display for all to see.

The side of you the softly guides him to bed of the night. While he kicks and screams at you to let him continue his work. Only for him to drift off slowly in the vulnerable embrace captivating his body that you provide. And to awake the next morning with all the work he was ever so pressed about the night before being completed with no mistakes whatsoever.

The side of you that softly touches his body, bare and exposed to yourself. All for you, and no one else. The side that praises him in the very way that soothes the ache in his deepest inner being for affirmation and affection. The side that glides the pads of your fingers down the exposed, Rose tinted skin on his body. Trailing light kisses the further down you go. His back arching, pressing impossibly further into you. The side that pleases him in just the way that leaves him hooked, captivated by your gentle and ever so kind love.

The side that knows just how to handle his rudeness, snide remarks, insults, outbursts. The side that holds his hand through it all, softly and quietly guiding him through the day even when you’re no where near him. The side that doesn’t cave when tempted into cheep hookers, or fair maidens looking to Capture the eye of someone who holds much power. No, the side of you completely and utterly transfixed by him.

Everything you’ve done for him, and everything you are willing to do… Were, willing to do for him. all came from a place of complete compassion. Tender love, fragile love. Affections that come simply because you adore him. So where did it all go wrong? Why did you feel the need to leave him, to leave behind everything you’ve trained him into believing. Why would you simply take all of the things he needed most from you, why would you take yourself away from him? Only to be left alone, gently tracing the marks on his skin that you made with a needle and thread. Carefully stitching up his wounds and pressing a soft compassionate kiss on top of it after. Leaving him all alone to try and re-create The completely euphoric experience of being held by you. Of being loved by you.

Scaramouch knows exactly why. And it’s all his fault. But oh Arcons who could blame him for the way he reacted? The warm embrace of your hands gently but firmly clasping his own. The determined fiery look in your eye. The pleading yet demanding tone you spoken to him with. Knees knocking against one another on the bed. Moonlight softly framing your Eversoe enchanting features, as a small gust of wind blows through the open window. Hair blowing lightly in the wind like a field of grass shivering under the harsh wind. Scaramouche wasn’t sure if the shivers he felt were from The way you spoke to him in the request you made or from the light winter breeze rushing past his bare figure. Lightly covered by only the sheet you placed over his shoulders, before clapping his hands and pleading with him. He couldn’t tell if the sweat dripping from his face was from the horrified reaction he gave to what you had just asked him, or from the previous interactions that you have you had engaged in. For what felt like the millionth time.

The pure horror in his eyes was enough to make you regret what you had requested of him. Maybe you were wrong, maybe he really did not love you as much as you thought. Or maybe he was just too terrified to come along with you. The only thing you can really remember after asking is the distant yelling, heard shakily as you stared blankly into his terrified eyes for what felt like an eternity. The indigo ores You so adored looking into, now tainted with pure and utter disgust and disbelief, this time aimed at you. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have asked him to leave with you. To run away and be free, to be together, alone. Not having to worry about the prying eyes of their work colleagues. Or the months you have to spend away from each other for various missions. Or the fear that one of you may never come home. But it was too late now, you knew now that in the end he was more loyal to the Tsaritsa then he was to you. and that you could not wait on him any longer. Your heart felt heavy, and oh, oh. You’ll never be with him again, you’ll never touch him again, kiss him again. Finish all of his work for him, card your fingers carefully through his hair whispering words of nothing but adoration towards him. But there was nothing that could be done. So with a heavy heart you left, bare feet alerted by the cold frost covered grass. And Scaramouche bowed before her majesty himself. Awarded generously for his loyalty to her. Promised all the opportunities and money he could desire. it all felt too little empty. Incomplete without you by his side, And that’s how it would stay for a long time.



Scaramouche grumpily stomps his way through the forest. His attitude has become increasingly more sour with the absence of his only sanity. Your memory shines bright like a patch of gold in his mind. Fools gold, he thinks to himself. Deep down, he’s aware that it was his fault that you left. That fact eats at his Heart, like a pack of termites tearing at the sensitive veins and tissue. A hole, infested with insects and ooze in the dead center. Metaphorically of course. He hacks at the vines with his machete. It’s nearing winter time yet again, another chilling reminder of you. He scowls, as a way to hide the emotion he felt deep down.

Eventually, he cuts a little too far into the forest. Instead of coming upon the valuable treasure he was sent to retrieve. He sees you. His hand pauses mid way through summoning his book. He falters, taking a step back. His face drops, into one of pure terror. He watchs you from a far for a moment.

A tuft of messy, yet beautiful hair sticking up from behind. At first, he couldn’t see your face. Your hands dipped into the cold stream. An almost impossibly quiet waterfall filtering the water. Your head adorned with a crown of thorns and flowers. The outfit you always wore, a few noticeable changes made. You bring your face down to the water, taking a sip from your cupped hands. Most of the cool water spilling from the cracks between your fingers. Your hands are red from the cold. You dust them off on your shirt, standing up and retrieving your weapon from the grass. You turn around to make your way back down the stone path lining the edge of the creek.

Your eyes land on a very unsettling sight. The familiar figure fills in your vision, your hand twitches, legs faltering. For a moment, just a moment you were relieved. “Ah- oh.” The words being the only ones you can muster. He pauses, silently staring at you for a moment. His mouth hangs open, before his legs move on their own.

“YOU BASTARD, YOU STUPID FUCKING TARTARUS IMBECILE!” He yells, as he charges at you. Your eyes widen. His pure rage blinding any sense of correct combat skills he knows. He runs towards you, as you step out of the way hastily. He’s unsure of exactly what his plan was. Maybe to tackle you, but in his blind anger he charges straight at you. And as a result of his lack of clarity in thinking, once you step out of the way he charges straight into the cold water of the creek. Thin shells of ice on the sides breaking as he falls into the surprisingly deep body of water.

He coughs up the water that slid down his throat up. Seething, face turning redder then a beet. His lips mold into a pout. Gritting his teeth, eyes beginning to water. He can’t seem to describe the feeling bubbling in his chest. The way he feels full to the brim, like he’s on the verge of overflowing.

You stare down at him for a moment, unsure of how to react. Your lips tug upwards, into a smile. And oh, oh arcons. You laugh for the first time in forever, he hears you laugh. It brings back such wonderful memories. Ones that almost trick him into a false sense of security once again. He feels sick, Scaramouche can’t trust himself any longer.

This whole situation, this whole scenario is just yet another sick example of what you do to him. How no matter the amount of training, or experience. The amount of patience, you’ll always get the better of him. You will always be the exception, you will always weaken him. In the best possible way. 

Your laughs eventually die down. You suck in a heavy breath. Smiling, you take light steps towards the other. Feet crunching on the frosty, ice cold grass. Crouching next to the stream you extend a hand.

“It’s been so long, my love. How have you been?”

He sucks in a deep breath. Tears brim in his eyes. Hand shaking, his stability betrays him. Your hand is cold, just as his. Yet as your skin touches the both of you feel warm again. There’s something about you, about your energy. It just, it feels so much more free. So much lighter than before. You look so happy, so much more happy than you were. His lips begin to quiver. For the first time in arcons know how long, he cries. The tears slide slowly down his face. Now comfortably stable in front of you, He unlatches from your hand. Bringing his own up to harshly tug his hat down. In a desperate attempt to hide his pathetic sobs.

He feels as your hands slide under his hat. Pressing against his face, you pull it upwards. Leaning into his face, only to kiss the tears off his cheeks. Oh, how he’s missed his. How he’s missed you. He stays silent as you kiss his face. Whispering apologies into his skin. Soft and silent “i love you”s. His lips ache, they want to feel warm. The warmth of your own. They want to smile, they want to speak to you. His body stumbling into your own. The way you tighten your grip on him, squeezing, almost like a promise to never let him go again. He realizes that maybe, he should make up for his cruel past mistake.

And if you will allow him, maybe he will take you up on the offer he turned down so long ago.

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Thanks for reading, have a good day<33

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The little " merman ".

➼ merman diluc x human Male reader

➼sfw , short, fluffy, shitty writing (´-﹏-`；)

Pt.2 (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!!

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(y/n) was an average villager , he worked as a fisher as soon as he turned 16. (y/n) didn't exactly hate it , but he still wanted something more interesting to happen in his life

on the other side, diluc who has always been warned by his father and brothers to not go up there or meet with any human being , got curious. he didn't want to disobey his father but he wanted answers , he kept looking for them that he made a deal with a bird to get him anything from the " human world" .

the bird brought him a book but as soon as diluc got it in the water it was ruined

it was a "love story" or that's what diluc could read before it was ruined

he was upset, he wanted to know more .

the bird got him a fork , told him it's a hair brush since diluc's beautiful long hair needed a little care , diluc used it with a broken mirror that was thrown into the depth of the ocean

at first he got surprised by it , by the Time he used it to brush his hair while his little clown fish friends got out little noises to point out his beauty

diluc was happy, he kept smiling like a child who was given sweets

on the other hand

it was another normal day in (y/n)'s life , the same routine, Same things that happened everyday. as he prepared his boat, and settled everything

Taking a piece of cake that he made yesterday's night since he loved baking in case he gets hungry

soft breeze brushed his hair as he hummed

his fishing rod was in the water

what he didn't know next is something pulling on it in a strong way that he struggled a bit

'it looks like a big fish , how luckyyy..'

as he pulled it harder he caught nothing

but there was a little blood drops on it

until something came out from the water and faced him ...

a beautiful red haired man who's eyebrows are furrowed and is clearly angry, but (y/n) kept his focus on his gorgeous futures

long eyelashes, perfect waist , shining black tail , and cute pink lips that was clearly pouting

it's like he was made by the god himself!

(y/n) blushed a bit and noticed an injury on his cheeks "uh .. oh!! sorry i .. wasn't supposed to hurt you .."

y/n said as he got some bandages from his bag and carefully warped them against his cheeks treating him like he's some kind of jewelry, a pretty one

diluc suddenly smiled brightly as he touched is bandaged cheek

you wanted to speak up but as soon as you opened your mouth

he immediately went back to the water, you sure felt a little disappointment, a person as beautiful as him wouldn't look to an average villager like you .. right?

until you heard something from the water again

he was back again, with a bucket filled with salmon in his hands

'so .. this is how they show appreciation hmm ..' you though as you took it from him

(y/n) clearly wasn't an idiot

he knew and read a lot about mermen, he took an obsession to books about them

but he didn't think they were actually real

keep in mind, so pretty too ..

you patted his head while Chucking, diluc's face was burning red as he took (y/n)'s hat to hide his face making his wet looks cuter

"mm" he said as you kept patting him clearly embarrassed .

as you two kept talking, you didn't notice the sun was saying it's goodbye for this day

diluc, not having the enough knowledge about humans, he tried to get you to go with him

he kept looking at your legs weirdly

asking how are you going to swim with them

as you kept looking at his glowing Tail admiring him

"i can't go with you , diluc .. humans can't breathe underwater"

"why" he asked bluntly

"ehh .. You want me to explain?? now ? "

let's say it took a while for him to understand

from that day you two kept meeting

diluc was happy you could read him stories without him ruining the books

you taught him how to braid his hair so it doesn't bother him while swimming since it was getting longer

you brought him some of your baking but you kept questioning if it's going to effect him badly..' isn't he a part fish?? can fishes even eat sweets??'.. you thought while baking a strawberry tart since it reminded you of him

he ended up liking it , he kept smiling softly everytime you " feed him "

yes you did it because he kept taking the forks away telling you "it's a hair brush you stupid human you can't eat with it " you didn't argue with him at that point

You just thought it was funny and cute

diluc was happy he met you , you were lucky to talk to him

but he wanted more، nothing is wrong with being selfish a bit ... right?

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Should i write a part 2 maybe?

I really want to write Thoma as snow white he reminds me of her so much～⁠♡

✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ Ty for reading<3 ~

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GN and Male Reader writers with female aligned DNI be like:

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The whole "I can change him" bullshit in fanfics is really dumb to be honest and I don't understand why it's appealing in the first place. Like "oh y/n is so special that it made (insert character) wanna change themselves" is such a dumb fucking idea and it makes no sense what so ever. The ongoing trait of the reader having a savior complex is really mind boggling because that's literally what it is A SAVIOR COMPLEX, Yall wanna make the character "normal" or "better" so bad that's it's very noticeable and very awkward to look at. The idea that the reader is always this wonderful sunshine person during serious situations with serious characters is annoying and I know damn well that if you all came across someone so happy all the time your social battery would drain everytime you talk to them. Especially when they're talking to antagonistic characters like "I just wanna be your friend" and has no concept of personal space, DARLING, That's not a good personality trait to have! Having no concept of personal space is a RED FLAG and I'm pretty sure the character wouldn't tolerate it anyway REGARDLESS of what your headcannons of them are.

[shioisaway]

Hello everyone

Here’s my introduction and rules!

About me!

My Name is Jaiden but you could call me Jai for short.

I’m black

My fav stranger things characters are Lucas, Dustin, and Erica. (Heavy on Erica.)

I’m trans! (Ftm)

I’m a male reader blog

I’m only gonna write for stranger things (for now)

Rules and other things

I will not write smut/Nsfw!

No omegaverse

No gore

No pro shippers

No transphobia

No racists

No homophobics

No incests

No yandere

I wont write for oc’s

No romantic child x adult reader

No fem reader request

I only write for male/gn readers

Female aligned people can interact but please don’t be weird

I’ll write for female characters but it has to be platonic

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when people are like "oh yeah i never hang out with my nieces and nephews bc i hate kids. but wait until they're older haha they're gonna love me im gonna be the COOL aunt/uncle/whatever" like i hate to break it to you but even when they're older you will probably just be like any other awkward out of touch relative that they dread seeing because you refuse to engage with anyone that isn't directly inside the usual circle you socialize with. make an effort bitch

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Mc: Checkmate.

Luci: “CHeCkMAtE!?!’” *angrily stands up* CHECKMATE. OH MY DIAVOLO. GOT CHECKMATE. I FUCKING HATE THIS GAME! I HATE YOU!

Mc: .. oh wait, never mind. I looked at the board wrong.

Luci: *sits back down* Oh, that’s fine. You’ll get me next time, honey.

Mc: No, wait. Yeah, checkmate.

Luci: *flips the board and storms out*

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vecna is dead, joyce and hopper get married

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USELESS

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im hopeless

aaaa i want to write i have ideas but no idea who to write for if you don't mind requesting i would really appreciate it!

You could request a specific plot too if you want to id be honoured to be the one to bring your idea to life love.

But if you dont have a specific idea in mind i can make a plot for ya!

But ya! If you have a character you want a fic with please say so!

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Valentine?|Kaeya Alberich

Kaeya Alberich x Male reader!

Warnings:Not really a warning but you and our boy have an established relationship!(also kaeya as described in a quest by Jean is kind of a shy guy so i liked this idea

Type:Fluff with hinted not even noticeable angst.Uhm correction now that i’ve written the story it was pretty angsty—

Author note: This one is inspired by the song Valentine by Laufey which i find absolutely beautiful and you should absolutely listen to it, But yeah fluff with our favorite boy!

Kaeya wasn’t really used to love or affection either,what he was used to was that love and affection to be immediately ripped away from him.Although as time passed he was proven wrong about that expectation.

Y/N was a happiness that wasn’t taken away from kaeya.He wasn’t used to this at all.He wasn’t used to all this love,He was indeed in love that boy,and that feeling for him was weird as he described it.

In this relationship he was washed with compliments,care and just Y/N’s plain adoration.At the start of that relationship every time he called him pretty,Kaeya would simply stop working,he was completely flustered as someone would say.He was utterly clueless at what to do,and he wasn’t even sure if it was okay the time he did compliment him back to do so.

With every passing moment Kaeya surprised himself, he was afraid having someone that close to him, he was afraid of being unable to be loved and also to love someone himself.Yet he was shown that he was able to be loved and to love.Again he was utterly in love with Y/N and he vowed to himself to show you that everyday as he showed him that.

Although those fears he had,left,at least that’s what he thought,the truth was,they had just became different alternations of those old fears. Now one of them was the thought of losing Y/N,and after him there was no one. What if he was the last one he kissed?What if Y/N was only one he’ll ever miss?

He thought of running away of ending that relationship as he was only 21,he himself hasn’t even planned his future he had no idea of who he wants to become.

No,now he was stuck in this situation,not that he thought of it as a bad thing no not at all,.He was caught in a romance with Y/N somehow and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Though to be honest he still is surprised every time Y/N says an i love you.Even then he never pressured Kaeya to say it back,he gave him as much time as he needed after all he just wanted to show Kaeya that he was safe with him.

It isn’t that Kaeya doesn’t love him back but every time he hears an i love you a shock goes through every bone because now he acknowledges that he’s got someone to lose.

Y/N where the first one to actually have mutual feelings for him,And every-time he thinks about it he feels like he might as well have a heart attack because now he has someone to call his.His partner,His significant other and his boyfriend.

He still couldn’t believe it that Y/N where his and he was Y/N’s.That there was love from both parties.That he feels happiness after such a long time and he feels as if this specific happiness won’t be taken away from him.

‘Kaeya?’

‘Hm?’

‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

He smiled seeing him all wide eyed.Just three words whispered and four words whispered back as an answer.This proved his point.He was happy that even just a few words can bring Joy in this relationship,and even though Y/N knew Kaeya loved him without saying those words it was just reassuring in a way to him.

They both knew that neither of them where getting rid of one another any time soon and they didn’t mind it at all.They both welcomed the thought of a future together with open arms.

For now though they are gonna cherish the moments they have together in each other’s embrace.Smiles only for each other and just warm feelings in their hearts.

Yeah he was sure now that he was loved and he was able to love as he not only loved but adored the person he could call his significant other.

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Hello!These are the rules i have for this account,and how to request.

They/he||18-19||And the names shio!

But i will have to ask ageless blogs and minors do not interact with any nsfw works(and preferably not at all)

Same goes with fem aligned with my male reader works.

Things i will write:

Male readers and along with either gender neutral or non-binary readers

I do write nsfw but please keep it minimal and i won’t write certain kinks that will be mentioned bellow.

I’m also a self proclaimed master of writing angst as it’s my favorite,i do write angst to comfort but i do love a good no comfort because i’m a sadist And masochist,

Yes of course i write fluff not the best at it but i try.

I ADORE writing platonic stuff and i think there should be more!!

I absolutely will write for all races i don’t mind at all but please if you can list some details and help me with some stuff because i’m not the best(i will also do my own research but i prefer learning from someone with their own experiences and knowledge of that culture)

Things i’m not okay with writing:

oh yeah sorry i don’t write for fem readers.

Yandere.I will not please don’t ask me, i personally am uncomfortable with this certain trope and all.

Non-consensual and rape.If you even ask you are getting blocked because i find it absolutely disgusting.I will only write consensual from both parties stuff

Some kinks i’m uncomfortable with so if you request something that i personally wouldn’t like writing unfortunately i’m not gonna write it.

Relationships with children!!Please no.Only platonic stuff if your request has a child in it.Also no incest.

Fandoms i write for:

Genshin impact: I write for everyone the children will only be platonic,and the minors won’t get nsfw.Unless your request says aged up to over 18.

Bnha:Same thing but also please consider i have not read the manga and i haven’t watched season five as i didn’t like it.

Haikyuu: Again anything except i will write nsfw only if the request suggests the character is aged up to an age over 18.

Death note: nothing to write here i write anything for everyone except near i won’t write for him.

Avatar (atla +tlok): Honestly we need more fics for this show especially male reader.Again i will write nsfw only if the request suggests the character is aged up to an age over 18.

Children of the whales: why do i even write this no one has watched this show—

Attack on titan: The same as most of the above!

Hunter x Hunter: For killua and gon will only be platonic.

Banana fish: i would love if most of the requests for this where platonic because yeah,

Jujutsu Kaisen: The same as most of the above and i really need to watch the movie because yeahh i’m behind in a lot—(plus i haven’t read the manga)

Neon genesis evangelion: not sure about this one that much but if you have a request i most likely will write it

The disastrous life of saiki k: Yep no nsfw for this one but i’m open to anything else.

Kuroko no basket: Omg someone who will write kuroko no basket male reader and won’t sexualize the mlm relationship!

Nana: Yes!!I do write for Nana as i adore that show!

Stranger things: noo nsfw for this one either folks y’all have enough.

That’s it folks again please minors do not interact with my nsfw works

And fem aligned please don’t interact with my male reader works