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i've been doing homework since noon because of this damn teacher and i need a break before i pass out so, let's talkkkkk
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a colleague at work touched my hair and asked if it was my hair
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I could see some inspiration from that user, but I wasn't very sure! I really love how you write, you are very good at what you do.
please, anon. I'm jumping around my room in happiness..
Thank you so much 😭
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THE MAKING OF A MRS.
🗝️ LESSON 1: BECOMING MRS. QIN
shackled to sylus and stuck in the N109 zone and with no way of leaving until you figure out how to remove the aether core bond between the two of you, you take up his offer (and begrudging help) to try and blend in with his high-stakes, high-rewards life. how? by learning struggling to be his wife
ᥫ᭡ fem!reader, arranged marriage, slow burn, contract marriage, fluff, crack, we stress sylus out so badly....
ᥫ᭡ dawn says: hehe im so EXCITED to share this like u have no idea </3 fluff/crack for arranged marriage is something i've always wanted to explore and this idea is perfect to take a dive in 🥹 i hope u all loved this as much as i had fun writing it <3 ps: no steamy parts... yet 🫣
⇢ ˗ˏˋ main directory | lesson 2
“What do you mean I should chop off my hand?”
Your seething and refusal to submit to his suggestion draws the first pulse of a migraine in Sylus’ right temple.
Taking refuge back in his mansion after the Salon Hotel explosion, his face is pale amidst the black upholstery, though his grimace never falters. The air is ripe with tension, and you try for the umpteenth time to free your wrist from the morose reality of being shackled to one dangerous and trigger happy Onychinus leader.
You can tell he isn’t exactly thrilled by this new development as well, his jaw tight and ruby eyes flickering to your face, simmering with irritation.
But, he tempers down his vexation, preferring to think forward.
As a marked man since time immemorial, he’s never had the privilege to sit around and revel in misery; always working one step forward on the chess board while he peels his glinting eyes towards the bigger picture.
And right now, there is only one variable he can foresee until this little mess gets sorted.
Sylus’ lips curl into a smirk, and you can tell he has a potentially life threatening idea brewing in that sick mind of his. As much as you try to figure it out, predicting his behavior is out of your reach. One could never tell where a flame was going to fall and explode into a blaze.
“We will stay here and figure it out,” he promises. “In the meantime, I want to strike a deal.”
Your scowl is adorable, if a little uncalled for in a moment like this. When Sylus told you the both of you were more alike than you would think, he never anticipated actually having to be in your vicinity 24/7.
“Do not show your claws to me like that, kitten,” he mutters curtly. “It was not I who was hellbent on locating the Aether core.”
Your glare gives way to confusion when he stands, tugging you along for the ride.
“Hey—where are we going?”
You huff and try to keep up with him, your right hand dangling limply in front of you as you struggle to match his longer strides.
Sylus doesn’t reply, his gaze locked in the front, mind a million miles away.
You don’t open your mouth again, not sure what to expect when he leads you right into his office. There, on his desk, is a stack of papers, and you have no choice but to hover beside him as he takes out what looks like a declaration form.
Squinting, you try to make out the words, but from your vantage point that’s blocked by the back of his head leaning absurdly close to the document, you can hardly tell what he’s scribbling.
“As it is, the N109 Zone is already a dangerous place for its civilians and made even worse for a Linkon citizen to be caught here.” He stands, tucking the paper into his coat pocket. The sudden movement inadvertently tugs you forward so your chest brushes against his sternum. Locks of frosty white hair fall into his face, tips brushing the highest points of his cheekbones.
You tear your eyes away, clearing your throat. “And?”
You wait for him to continue. Sylus doesn’t.
Instead, he heaves in a deep breath, and you raise your head, thrown off guard by the sheen of pain in his eyes. They waver upon you with such a lonesome, tragic veneer you think he’s about to announce his departure from this world.
Not—
“In order to keep you and my interests safe, we have to concoct a plausible story for everyone to believe. Having you constantly around me is not only a liability, but people will start to conspire.” He exhales a deep sigh. “Which is why I have drafted a document to bind us together in marriage for the remainder of your... unfortunate stay here in the N109 Zone.”
His words trickle with condescension, though you’re completely hung up on the singular one which makes you pause and double back.
“What?” You’re all but shrieking. “Sylus, are you saying you’re going to make me marry you?”
He winces slightly at the sharpness of your trill. Sighing, he brushes an invisible piece of lint from his shoulder, looking unimpressed.
“What I am saying, little hunter,” his lips curl into a sardonic smirk. “Is that until we figure out how to overcome this minor inconvenience together—” Sylus lifts his left hand, purposely dangling your right hand in his face much to your squawk of dismay that barely fazes him. “We have to prove our marriage is believable. Or else, you and I will suffer the consequences.”
He mutters those words with such finality, it’s hard not to envision guns hidden right in the shadows, their barrels trained right on your susceptible foreheads.
You shiver and don’t speak for a moment. Sylus drops his hand, stepping back until the invisible shackle can’t allow anymore give, gracefully providing you some personal space to work through this grave solution.
“Say I agree—”
“There is no room for objection,” he interjects firmly. “We have no other choice, kitten.”
Your mouth thins, a line of discomposure that he doesn’t miss. It’s not that you don’t agree with his idea, it’s just the execution would possibly squeeze all the sanity out of you.
You don’t know Sylus. You can’t trust yourself to handle such a dangerous man. Perhaps, death would be a kinder alternative than navigating such baffling terrains with a man who for all intents and purposes, has just tried to blow you up a few hours ago.
He sighs, as if reading your mind. “Such an arrangement is unconventional. But, in order to make this work, we would need a few ground rules here.”
Sylus starts before you can interrupt him.
“We will have a safeword to signal when either of us—most likely you—is in danger. I vouch for ‘bullet’.”
Despite the horrors of this situation, you manage a snort. “I can’t take that word seriously—knowing you, a gun will always be in the picture.”
His expression twists with something akin to humor. Sylus arranges it back into neutral waters, gazing at you with a look of veiled curiosity. “Alright then, you smart little cookie. What would you suggest?”
You tap on the tip of your nose to think, going back and forth until you settle on something innocuous yet also obvious.
“‘Guts’,” you finally murmur. He raises a brow.
“So, ‘bullets’ is out of the question, but somehow, ‘guts’ make perfect sense? Are you desperately pinning all your hopes on me to never mutilate a body?”
The mental image of Sylus covered in gore up to his arms while you’re still cuffed helplessly next to him, makes you shiver.
“Then, have you ever considered not mutilating someone while I’m shackled to you?”
He pauses for a moment longer than necessary. “Fine,” the white-haired devil finally agrees. “You're dreadfully boring, kitten. But, I concede. No mutilating people while we're shackled together. Next.” Sylus clears his throat, and makes to cross his arms, but that just draws you closer to him, your feet stumbling forward.
Frowning, he drops them, tilting his head back with a godawful deep sigh.
“Bed,” he says past gritted teeth. “And bathroom requirements. I would personally prefer for us not to be within an arms’ reach while we’re doing our business.”
The mental image of him hunched over the toilet bowl, face all scrunched up as he’s suffering from morning bowel movements while you’re there, uncomfortably in the background, makes it impossible to stifle a giggle.
“Oh, so you think that is funny?” He arches his brow again. “What if you had an emergency, hmm? Would you still be this mirthful if you knew that I know what your… excretions… sound like?”
The fact that a foreboding, tall and dangerous man like Sylus Qin has just uttered the word ‘excretions’ in a sentence makes it impossible for you to contain your laughter. You double over, wiping tears from your eyes; he probably thinks you’ve already lost it.
Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly repressing the trauma such a mental image branded into him, and forces himself to move on.
“When we pretend to be husband and wife, our proximity would make sense. We could go into bathrooms together—sleep together. No one will know the—”
“Wait,” your composure returns after being doused with that shocking cold news. “A-are you saying we have to sleep on the same bed?”
Sylus looks at you like you're a toddler who was asked to stop chewing dirt. “Unless you have a cheap parlour trick to physically regenerate your hand after chopping it off, then, yes,” he answers curtly. “We have to share a bed—isn't it wonderful?"
The bathroom is one thing—such gross indecencies barely phase you after months of being forced to sleep in a cramped dorm room with over 20 other female Hunter trainees. It’s the idea of your bed—your oasis—being tainted by his presence that pushes your nerves into overdrive.
You can hardly trust a knife to him without imagining it stuck somewhere in someone’s ribs, much less your vulnerable state while you were asleep.
The energy chain hums between you two, seeming to pick up on your despair.
Sylus purses his lips. “Look, kitten. I myself am hardly a fan of this arrangement. However, certain measures need to be taken to make things easy and as pain-free as possible for the both of us. We have to accept that we’re no longer individuals, but a team.”
He steamrolls past your protests, shushing you with his next words. “An unconventional team of four feet, four limbs, two brains. Four eyes. We are not two people—but one. The sooner you accept it, sweetie, the faster we can resolve this problem. Do you understand me?”
There’s nothing else you can add or subtract without taking away the shittiness of this situation—you’re locked in with him, for better or for worse.
“Okay,” you muster enough courage to mutter. “Four feet, four limbs, two brains, four eyes. Got it.”
Sylus gives a nod, moving briskly into business.
“The first thing we shall do is this—”
He removes the earlier document from his coat pocket, smoothing it out onto the large blackwood desk so you can read it. “These are the terms and conditions of a standard N109 Zone wedding. Unlike the tedious traditions of Linkon, there are no witnesses needed here. No tea ceremony, either. In fact, as proof of how easy it is, we can commence to be wedded right here and now. All you need to do is sign here and here, and we’re done.”
Sylus has already scrawled his signature under the agreement, and right underneath it, an empty dotted line yawns, waiting for your consent.
A pen materializes right by your hand. The dark mist of his Evol is cold when it brushes against your skin, retreating after procuring your one-way ticket to hell.
You pick it up, pulling back on the energy bond so you can use your dominant hand to sign this damning agreement.
One loop. A scratch.
And it’s done.
It's a mockery of your wildest imagination.
You're now a married woman, and next to you, looking forlorn and cross, is your brand new husband.
— reblogs and feedback is appreciated <33 i appreciate all ur support <3
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Any Anya dating headcanons? 👀
A/n: hell yeahh I got headcannons for her! Ms girly
Anya relationship headcanons ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ
Nsfw/sfw so mdni pls!
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
Anya x f!reader ᵔᴗᵔ
It can take place on the tulpar ship and earth, whatever u wanna do mahal ko ᥫ᭡
Sfw headcanons!
★ her love language is words of affirmation. she doubts herself a lot and needs you to tell her you love her, you’re here, etc. But she'll always be there for you too.
★ she likes to crochet in her free time. She'll crochet you scarves and hats for you!
★ when you guys cuddle, she likes being little spoon. The feeling of your arms wrapped around her and your warm body against hers. She loves it.
★ she cooks the BESTT SOUP. Especially when you're sick, whatever kind of soup you want. She'll have a steamy hot bowl ready for her baby.
★ she's always prepared for when you're sick. Making sure she has the right medicine, enough blankets, a bowl of soup or a cup of tea, and some kisses on the head for her sweet girl.
★ loves to take you on picnic dates and would insist you to not bring any food. She'll have it all prepared.
★ she'll always comfort you if you're having a bad day or if you have any other problems, but anya needs some comfort too. She can get overwhelmed with preparing things and with certain tasks, and she'll need you by her side to make her take her time and LOTSS of hugs and reassurance.
★ if you ever feel the slightest bit of pain in any part of your body, she'll come righttt to you. I mean, she's the nurse. What, did you expect?
"are you okay? Where does it hurt? We're you doing anything physical??" Anya asked with concern in her voice.
"Anya, im okay! I really am! I just sprained my ankle."
"You could've gotten a serious injury, sweetheart. You gotta be more careful."
"ITS A SPRAINED ANKLE."
"..but stilll.."
★ loves going shopping with you. Seeing you try on nice outfits and clothes, seeing you so happy with shopping bags in your hands. It makes her melt.
★ lets you put make-up on her, do skin care, or any other activity that gets you to touch her face. it relaxes her a lot. Anya feels closer to you.
★ doesn't mind if you wear her clothes, she finds it cute, actually. She'll wear your clothes too, she'll sniff your shirt and it'll smell like you. Mmmhhh
★ her favorite kind of date to take you on are aquarium dates or ice skating. She'll love to point out pretty fish and other creatures and tell you fun facts about them. Or yall will just sit together watching a pretty tank filled with jellyfish. Her head resting on your shoulder.
★ she enjoys braiding your hair, no matter if it's long or short. She'll sit on the couch, and you'll sit between her thighs while she works on your hair.
★ Always make sure you've eaten today. And if you didn't... OHH, SHES ALREADY COOKIN SUM FOR YO ASSS.
"Why didn't you eat today??"
"I was just not hungry anyaaa."
🤨... "You know what.. no, I'm making you something to eat."
"No, hon, it's okay!"
"SHUSH YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE."
"Okay.."
★ she'll fix your posture whenever you're standing up or sitting down. She grew up in a proper household, and she WILL NOT have bad posture in her house.
★ just like curly girliess, she'll always fix your appearance or your hair whenever yall go out the house. She just wants you to look neat and nice.
★ likes brushing your hair or playing with your hair, she likes it when you do it to her too!
★ she gets giggly when you guys cuddle, you'll ask her what's funny, and she'll say it's nothing..
★ baby's you when you have period cramps, cradling you in her arms , and kissing your head. Her poor baby.
NSFW HEADCANONS!
★ she graduated university of pussy eatting, SHES THE BESTT.
★ we all know she's the best. She knows all your sensitive spots and where all of your pleasure is.
★ she doesn't mind using toys. She'll use vibratores and dildos with you. But she doesn't like it if they Hella crazy looking or too intense for her. Just the basics like the wands or normal dildos.
★ she isn't super vocal or loud in bed, just some soft moans and whimpers.
★ when you're eating her out, her hands will always be in your hair. She doesn't wanna tug on your hair and hurt you. So she'll dig her nails in your upper back or shoulders. That's how you'll know she'd close.
★ likes scissoring/tribbing, but she'll be too tired to do most of the work. So she'll let you take control and be on top.
★ loves tribbing in missionary, just the feeling of your warm pussy grinding against hers, and feeling her soft clit push against yours. MMH.
★ she prefers to have slow, soft, passionate sex. Nothing rough or too fast.
★ loves it when you wear lingerie for her in bed, seeing the way they wrap around your every curve and body. She thinks you're absolutely gorgeous and model.
★ she doesn't care if you shave or have body hair. she ll support whatever you do. She knows it's normal for hair to grow on your body so she doesn't judge.
★ when she fingers you, she's always patient and going at a steady pace. She'll go faster only when you want her to.
★ RUBS YOUR CLIT WITH HER THUMB WHILE SHE FINGERS YOU AHHH
★ oh my gosh, if you ever do the tongue+finger combo on her, she'll become a whimpering shaking mess. She'll need aftercare.
★ always does aftercare, she loves taking care of you, bathing you, cuddles, and fresh clean, warm pj's after.
★ anya also needs some aftercare, too. She'll be tired afterward and will need comfort and reassurance from you, too. And some bubble baths and take out food. (Honestly real)
★ she's a shooter. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.
A/N!: this is for all my gals out there sorry if this isn't the bestt🙁
#anya mouthwashing#mouthwashing#anya#anya x reader#mouthwashing x reader#wlw#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing smut
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❝𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐃❞
- megumi takes care of you when you get sick
mostly fluff
A/N- omg thank you all smmmm!!! on the love for my gojo fic! I literally pulled it out my ass frfr but im glad u all like it! (pls request fic ideas)
megumi x fem! reader
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It was the middle of January, and it had been constantly cold for days now— Unfortunately, that didn’t stop you from not wearing anything but shorts and a tank-top when it wasn’t as cold as it usually was on certain days.
“Your going to get sick.” Megumi said yelling at you while he scrolled on his phone boredly taking quick glances at you to make sure you didnt get hurt.
“No I wont! I have a strong immune system.” You said yelling back as you ran outside barefoot, with shorts and a tanktop on as you played in the now making snow angels and giggling.
Megumi sighed, knowing that his words wouldnt reach you as he continued to watch you play in the snow, shaking his head in disappointment.
—
“I told you.” He said putting a cold cloth on your head as he sat on the edge of the bed towards you looking at you in his normal nonchalant facial expression—and you sniffled and sneezed in response. Your eyes were l puffy, your nose was red from blowing it so much,— at this point everything about you looked sick.
“Shut up..” You said weakly as you let out a concerning hard cough, you didn’t realize snow could make you this sick.
Megumi would always take care of you since you got sick more often than him, and everytime he really wished that you would listen to him more often rather than jumping into things.
He took a spoonfull of the chicken noddle soup he made for you that he put on your nightstand as he careful directed the spoon towards your mouth.
You took the spoonfuls closing your eyes in how good it tasted when he made chicken noodle soup. Megumi let out a soft smile at your antics as he continued to feed you.
—
The day of you being sick was being wished away as you and megumi both slept the day away in your shared bedroom just cuddling each-other while a random show played on the television.
“thank you gumi, for taking care of me.” You said twirling his locks of hair in your finger tips before caressing his cheeks and giving him a soft smile.
His face immediately turned red starting at your big doe eyes and your little smile that you knew he loved. He turned his head away out of embarrassment still red. “Y-yeah its whatever..” He said with a sigh before turning back to look at you with his usual nonchalant face.
You giggled at his antics before leaning in and giving him a deep kiss on his lips while you cupped his face. He melted into the kiss before pulling away looking at you annoyed.
“You know your going to get me sick right?” He said as his eye twitched and annoyance was showing on his face which you found pretty comical.
“yeah i know” You chuckled before pulling him into multiple kisses despite his protest and hands trying to push you away.
—
“I hate you.” Megumi said annoyed as he laid in bed sniffling and let out a concerning cough.
You placed the cold towel on his forehead before feeding him some chicken noodle soup as you sat beside him on the edge of the bed.
“Love you too.”
#fanfic#megumi fushiguro#jjk megumi#megumi x reader#jujutsu megumi#megumi fluff#jujutsu kaisen megumi#megumi smut#megumi x you#megumi x y/n#megumi imagine#megumi#fushiguro x reader#megumi fanfic
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— THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MISSING YOU AND WANTING YOU BACK: chilchuck x reader
ᥫ cw: angst, break up/divorce ᥫ wc: 820 ★ we are back baby!! oh and if it's written weird, then its just because this a sort of vent i guess ? im fine really, i just want a way to verbalize my emotions rn and there just so happens to be a conveniently placed divorcee in front of me (‾̀◡‾́ ๑) cross posted on ao3
— MORE THAN ANYTHING, CHILCHUCK CRAVED WARMTH
[♡]: chilchuck isn’t the best when it comes to his emotions. at most he can tell what he’s feeling, he knows he’s angry when he comes across particularly annoying people, he knows he’s happy when he has a nice drink of something expensive and delicious, and he knows he’s sad when he’s missing you.
CHILCHUCK WISHES, with every atom in his body, with every bit of his soul, with every ounce of his heart, that he could be selfish.
There’s this part of him that’s missing, some part he had a feeling he would lose, one way or the other; that part was you. As ashamed as he is to admit, the thought has passed his mind more than he’d like, as if he had already counted how many steps there were left until you walked another path, how much more grains of sand were left until you grew tired of him. Chilchuck can’t blame you— He could never bring himself to do that. Not when, in the depths of his sorrow-laden heart, he knew it was his fault.
He wants to say the signs were there, because if he had looked back at the final moments of his life with you, they were there; all the telltale symptoms of a dying love. It was the way you gradually stopped coming by the door to greet him when he came home, the way your eyes had slowly grown sullen with worry and exhaustion, the way you eventually he’d come home to find you already asleep.
It had all happened gradually, not enough to have been particularly slow, but enough that the half-foot should’ve noticed from a mile away.
So, Chilchuck wishes he were selfish. This loud, angered part of him wishes he hated you. He wishes he hated the way your eyes shone when you looked at him, the way you smiled when he kissed you, the way you’d whisper a syrup-coated “I love you” before bed. With every fiber of his being, Chilchuck wanted to hate you. He’s convinced it would be easier that way, it’s easier to strike down your enemy, it’s easier to kill a stranger. But it was you, sweet, kind-hearted you. The same you that had tucked Chilchuck into bed when he got sick and was too stubborn to rest, the same you that had bought him an expensive bottle of ale on a random weekday just because, the same you that he had danced with in the rain the first time he asked you out, the same you that blew him kisses when he left, the same you that leaned against him when you were tired.
Chilchuck’s eyes hesitantly dart around the house, now more empty than ever, and only then does he realize the scar you had carved into it. He sees the window where you’d have stood waiting for him to come home, the couch where you two would come napping together, the kitchen where you made sure he was loved with a warm meal, the hallway littered with little notes and letters you two had given each other over the years. If he closed his eyes, he was still there; the smell of warm roast from the kitchen and fresh flowers in the living room
The house was well-loved, scorched with the memories you had together, every nook and cranny a different moment of tenderness and love. And more than the house, Chilchuck was well-loved.
His hands hold the kisses you pressed into his scars, the warmth of your cheeks, the weight of your body. His tongue brands the sweet way you taste, the motion of your name spilling from his lips. His heart beats with every ounce of love he still carries for you, and with it, every infinite moment you might never share.
It’s why Chilchuck wishes he was selfish. He wishes, truly, that he could simply pin the blame on you, trash his well-loved house, still neat and tidy like you had left it, like you always kept it, and tell everyone that knew you of how you so suddenly up and left without so much as a note or a goodbye or a kiss or a “I’ll see you again, someday.” But instead Chilchuck is left to wallow in some strange sort of illness, a terrible mix of grief and guilt and indifference.
It’s this gloom in his heart that he doesn’t like, the same feeling he had been recklessly burying beneath work, what are his plans next week, what should he eat for dinner. He can’t really tell what exactly he’s feeling, mainly because he doesn’t want to. It was as if his whole being had been shrouded in darkness, not enough to consume him just yet, but enough for him to notice from a mile away, enough to cast a permanent shadow on his life.
He needs to be selfish, put himself above you, above how he hurt you. Chilchuck needs to parade around town waving a flag of victory on how you had so tragically left him. He needed to be selfish, to find a way to absolve himself of this heavy guilt that nearly crushing is poor body.
More than to be selfish, Chilchuck needs a drink.
#ꔛ xixi writes#delicious in dungeon#dungeon meshi#dunmeshi#chilchuck#chilchuck dungeon meshi#chilchuck tims#chilchuck x reader#dividers by cafekitsune
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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ GUYS IM BEGGING YOU TO REQUEST FOR THE VAMPIRE AU REQUESTS ARE OPEN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IT WOULD MAKE MY SICK HEART HAPPY 😭😭😭 we have drama, we have yanderes, we have fluffy we have LORE we have MANY
in case it's confusing! take it in this order
read the legendarium first so that you get info on how our vampires work ( it's formatted as a character's journal to make it more entertaining ! )
then our character sheet to familiarise yourself with characters in this au
then ( maybe ) the prompt page if you wanna pair a prompt and character as a request ꒱
#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ muffin hour — eden🩷 ꒱#vampire x reader#monster fucker#monster boyfriend#teratophillia#terato#monster x reader#oc x reader#original character x reader#monster oc#x reader#reader insert#asterism
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𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐞. ᥫ᭡ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you and matt had recently separated and it’s been a couple weeks. you decided to keep off social media for a while but this one particular day you didn’t. part two <-
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. I AM CRAVING A MATT STURNIOLO X READER INSPIRED BY THE SONG DRUNK TEXT ME BY LEXI JAYDE. - hearteyes4chris <-
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. lots of angst!!!
𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i really hope this met your expectations and im sorry if it’s short! i went straight based off the song so hopefully you see the relations between! lmk if u want a matt x reader make up like a part 2 where they get back tg idk but enjoy!!
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 700+
it’s been almost a month since you and matt both decided you needed to separate. you hated using the words break up because it would make it real; although it felt real now.
things didn’t end on the best of terms and because that you decided you wanted to stay off social media. you knew people would begin to speculate and try to predict what happened and knowing you, you wouldn’t be able to stop reading comments once you started.
you woke up one day feeling better than usual. you had a spurt of energy so you decided you should get out of the house for real and not just to get food.
you decided to go to the gym and get brunch by yourself. you then went on a walk, something you had never done before.
unfortunately the walk wasn’t as pleasant as brunch. everything reminded you of matt. the way you’d hear someone laugh and think if you were ever going to hear his laugh again. how there are some things he’d point out and you’d both have a good laugh at them.
those thoughts brought your mood down so you decided it was time to go home.
you got home and took a long hot everything shower trying to get yourself together.
once you got out, you continue your normal routine until finally you felt nice and clean and settled in your bed.
you put a movie on trying to distract yourself for the rest of the day.
evening came along and you were officially bored of the tv.
you stared at your phone contemplating your future actions. you felt it was time to log back onto social media. you had to mentally prepare yourself for the backlash, the comments, the pictures and photos. anything that could potentially trigger you.
you took a deep breath before logging back into instagram, twitter, and tiktok.
you opened instagram and the first thing you saw was a video of a party. you continued watching until the video showed a guy and a girl full on making out in front of the camera for a few seconds. then, the video ended and started over.
you gulped, looking closer and seeing the familiar locks of hair and earring. all of a sudden you felt sick to your stomach.
while you were here, trying to heal…matt was…
you looked at the caption.
sturnioloteam | 📸 matt with a girl at a local club in LA!
via @/anonymous on instagram
you clicked on the comments. terrible mistake.
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@/sturnbabyyy: that does not look like y/n
reply to @/sturnbabyyy from @/stunagirl91: what im sayin 👀
@/mattloverzzz: THAT SHOULD BE ME!! but get it i guess y/n.
reply to @/mattloverzzz from @/colbyjackcnm: I don’t think that’s y/n 😭
@/youdontknowme: this is crazy…
you stopped reading. your eyes started to sting as you scrolled further into your feed seeing more and more photos and videos.
after your separation breakup, matt was hooking up instead of healing…
you thought hard about how what he did. no matter how much he hurt you, you would never had done something like this to him.
you hated how much you were in love with him and because of that his actions pierced right through your heart.
the fact that when he got drunk his initiative wasn’t to drunk call or text you and spill his feelings out. his initiative was to hook up with a random girl. seeing those videos and photos was like getting hit in the stomach and getting the wind knocked out of you.
you couldn’t help but wish that he was thinking of you while he was with her. you wanted him to crawl back to you and tell you that she was nothing. that every second he was with her was a second he wishes he was with you. that no matter if she brought a smile to his face, the smiles you brought to him were bigger. that he can’t live without you. that he’s still in love with you. that he needs you.
that’s what you wished for.
instead, you were granted with more pictures and videos, this time tweets as you scoured the internet on twitter x.
tears were cascading down your face, blurring your vision. you stared at the pictures. your heart aching. you told yourself you’d never put yourself in this position but here you were.
fully and uncontrollably sobbing.
you hated that after all he’s done, after the hurt he’s caused; that you still want him. that if he called you right now you’d take him back…
instantly.
© slxtarchive
#𖦹°‧★ 𝑺𝑳𝑿𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑬#𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑶 ᝰ.ᐟ#matt sturniolo one shot#matt sturniolo angst#matthew sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo x y/n#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo x reader#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo#matt sturniolo au#Spotify
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Not gonna lie, genshin looks really good I might try it! That way I can spend time with my girl even when I’m gone AND play <3 (no worries I’ll learn fast so I can help you)
Hmmhm i miss the feeling of your hands in my hair and your nails on my scalp, always sends shivers down my spine. Come to bed now pretty angel, your personal heater is waiting for you.. need to feel your skin on mine and I really want to hold you in my arms to help you fall asleep <3
~Sei who can barely keep his eyes open
mhm mhm u totally gotta play w me sei !!! i’ll show u the ropes ʚ(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ i’ll even do it while i’m curled up on ur lap 4 extra comfort yk ! just so i can make sure u can see everything <3 sob ur just the cutest ever .. well they’re gonna be making their return cause i wanna play w ur hair it’s so fluffy ^_^ i’m coming ! i’m suuuper sleepy i’ve been waiting 4 u tho so we can sleep 2gether ! ‘m here now tho so u can sleep i’ll even give u some extra kisses <3
#ֹ ۪ ᥫ᭡ : [emmails]#✩ ˛˚ . nagi !#MWAH ! GEWD NITE SEI ! giving u the hugest smooch <3#curling up against his chest as we speak im ajhajajaja so viciously in love IM SICK IM ILL !!!!#I LOVE HIM I LOVOOOVEWWWW HIM !!!#sleepy pretty boy <3
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doing good. i have 12 drafts (navi included) as if i’m actually going to write some shit pfttt. how are you???
— xoxo, jinx
that's good, n ofmgmf you better post those >:| N YOU BETTER WRITE GRRRR I MISS YOU :(((( n your writing like :((( also i see the colors/graphics you're going for 🥴🥴 so prettttty ofmgmg
#but ofmgmg im sick so m not doing all the well :/#but besides that everything else is fine <3333#ᥫ᭡ ─ jinx!#ᥫ᭡ — moots!#ᥫ᭡ — bimbo answers!
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Henlo!!
I loved you recent work of Angst-Fluff of asking if the bois still love you, mayhaps you can do the rest of Luxiem 🥺 I really really loved it! 🤍
❝My Love is Only For You❞
ᥫ᭡┆Luca Kaneshiro┆ᥫ᭡
HAHAHA IM BACK. The ending is a bit scuffed but.. i hope you enjoy :)
𖥔 Angst to Fluff °⌜ Summary: You've started to feel.. alone. Whether it be your own scarce mind.. Or maybe.. they.. ⌟°
A/N: AHH. So, I'm only doing one for this post (Luca) but I'll do the rest of the boys soon! But his turned ut to be just a tad longer than intended..
LUCA KANESHIRO
Dating a mafia boss.
Never something you expected to be easy, but also never something you expected to be so difficult.
Gone, for days at a time. Sometimes even weeks. Not a single word would be peeped from Luca during those times, leaving you sick to your stomach with worry. Every room felt empty without his bright smile, his laugh. You felt so cold without his hugs, without his hands to hold.
It wasn't his fault the other mafias were rising up and getting ballsy: he had to put them back in their place. You knew that.
But knowing that didn't make it any easier, especially since this had been going on about 9 months now. Him gone, returning for a few days, and then leaving without a word again. The days he was back, you could tell he was stressed; it's why you never said anything.
You're only human, however.
A human that wants to feel loved, not sick with worry, not constantly on the urge of passing out from exhaustion, and most certainly not sick the way you were.
The stress from the worry had taken it's toll on you. You were, quite literally sick, constantly. With no others to rely on but yourself.
It was, in short, hell.
"(Name), I'm home-"
Speak of the devil. Right as you're in the bathroom vomiting, Luca comes home.
"One m.. one moment!"
You called, taking a moment to ensure nothing else was going to come up, before aggressively brushing your teeth and repeatedly using mouth-wash; it tasted like shit, but it would make the shit taste go away.
As you exited the bathroom, you were greeted by an exhausted Luca Kaneshiro sitting on the couch. He gave you that singular, tired smile, and you moved to sit besides him. "Are you hungry?" Despite your voice being raspy, and tired, Luca himself didn't seem to notice.
"Hmmm.. yeah." Luca nodded, tearing off his fur coat and letting it rest on the edge of the couch: you nodded slowly and turned to the kitchen to make food. You settled for chicken noodle soup and buttered bread: it was easy enough, and would be gentle enough on your stomach, and filling enough for him.
Luca brushed past you as he walked to the fridge: likely to get some cold water. You wanted to ask how his time was- but you'd given up asking long ago. Most times, he wouldn't answer, and when he did, Luca would go into such detail you felt sick to your stomach.
You were dating a killer. A man who had blood on his hands.
Maybe that's what he was doing to you. On purpose. He lured you in with his sunshiney smile, only to kill you slowly. He had your heart, and now, he acted as though your heart was something he could walk upon.
He wanted to kill your spirit.
"Hey.. do you mind if I hop in the shower?" "Go ahead. Dinner should be ready by the time you're out."
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What an odd smell. Smells like sickness..
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By the time Luca got out of the shower, you were putting dinner on the table. He took a very, very long shower.. And when he returned, Luca looked even more tired than he did before.
But that was fine.
Dinner was silent as it always was.
"Tastes good." Luca said after a long while. Your sick heart latched onto those words. "Glad you like it." Luca was quick to pick up on the raspiness in your voice. But it had yet to quite click, that was, until, you shoved your chair back and shot up.
"Excus.. excuseme."
Your voice rushed, Luca shot up with you and followed you. Barely making it to the bathroom before the vomit erupted from you. Luca was panicking, but he had enough sense in him to snatch your hair and hold it back, crouching beside you.
Technically a good call, but emotionally a horrible one.
Hiccuping as your body lost all will to stay upright, you slumped against the bathroom counter. "Nonono- oh god. You're so sick!" Luca gasped, trying to cushion your collapse with his hand whilst also reaching for his phone, dialing the mafia's doctors- he ahd the best of the best, after all. Speaking frantically, he pulled you close. Your heart was quite literally being ripped to shreds. It burned. Tears streamed down your face, coughing, swallowing, trying not to vomit again. His touch was oh so welcomed, yet in this state, you had to get him away.
Hands weakly shoving at his chest, you shook your head. "St.. go. Go.. away.. Luca. Can't.." Can't get you sick, is what you intended to say, but the words were so hard to get out.
And thats when you blacked out.
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Gentle violet eyes were the first thing you saw when you awoke. Luca immediately reached out to you. "(Name)! Oh god.. you're awake!" Mind foggy, all you could think was how nice it felt to finally feel his embrace again. "Yeah.. how long was I out?"
"Three days.. The doctors said-" Luca was going on a long rant about what the doctors told him, explaining everything. But you weren't entirely listening. All you could think of was the one question you'd been asking yourself for months.
"Do you.. love me? Do you even care.. anymore.."
Luca froze. Your words were enough to strike him in the heart. Oh.. Suddenly, all the times he'd left without warning, the times he'd be gone for weeks at a time and return covered in blood..
The coldness he showed you when he returned.
He'd put you through hell.
"O-of course i do!" Luca panicked, pulling you close, not minding that the many chords attached to you were yanked a bit in the process. "I.. I'll always love you."
"I couldnt imagine a world without you.."
He did this. He did this to you. If you'd done the same to him- he'd.. he'd be the same.
Showering you with words, change was quick to come. He'd do his best to warn you when he left, and left much of his work with his co-leader, the most trusted member of his mafia. Within reason, he warned you of everything.
And you both made sure.. every day, to remind eachother that your love is never-ending.
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𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐏
— ᥫ᭡ for: @kirishima-cheeks
your matchup is… 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝒀𝑶 𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑨
idk if you’re aware but i LOVE the introverted sarcastic gf & extroverted bubbly bf trope <3 SO YOU & HINATA ARE PERFECT FOR THAT
you balance each other out so well <3 and you two would be so cute *sobs*
how you met & your first date
he was your classmate and while you tried to seem indifferent towards his antics, you couldn’t help but smile with him because the boy has a contagious smile.. when you got to know him you learned he’s really sweet and he even plays volleyball! but he was just as eager to get to know you too
your first date was after one of hinata’s games! you cheered him on as you watched him play, but as soon as the game was over you greeted him with a hug, and congratulated him on the win! then you both went to a nearby ice cream place, got some ice cream, then just walked around a park and watched the sunset. this was a great way to just talk to him more <3
some relationship hcs!
shoyo KNOWS that you pretend to not like his cheesy affection, which is why he’s over the top lovey dovey all the time. yes he is sincere with his words + actions, but the fact that he knows the affect it has on makes it even more fun for him >:D
a great listener. doesn’t matter what you’re telling him, if you’re talking in his general vicinity you have his undivided attention and he’s so focused it’s so cute
in all of your pictures together shoyo is smiling from ear to ear and has the biggest grin on ever, while you let a small smile peak through. he loooves your smile and even if it’s a small one he gets so happy when he sees it :’)
he brags about how he’s the only one that can make you smile <3 while its not entirely false you sarcastically assure the people he’s bragging to you’re capable of smiling but you’re saying this while you’re smiling bc of shoyo….
your song!
brazil by declan mckenna
shoyo + this song makes so much sense. whenever either of you hear this song it makes you think of the other. you came across this song while on a walk together on accident, and you made a remark like “oh shit wait this song is kinda good” then shoyo would always play it when he was with you, and surprisingly neither of you have gotten sick of it yet
runners up
KOUTAROU BOKUTO: HES SO BUBBLY ITS SO CUTE! he’s honestly like hinata 2.0, but the only reason why i didn’t choose him is bc i feel like he’s kind of clingy and codependent which could be an issue for you… other than that he’s a good option for you!
GOJO SATORU: gojo satoru. what is there to say about him that hasn’t been said already. NO IM KIDDING HED BE GREAT FOR YOU! if you like someone who giggles and will flirt with you gojo is perfect for you! THE ONLY DOWNSIDE IS THAT HES AN ANNOYING LITTLE SHIT LMAO
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im sorry your mom is sick :(( sending you and your family lots of love
aww 🥺ᥫ᭡. thank you so much for the sweet warm message, you brightened up my day <3 ilysm!!!!! n ur blog <3 xoxox
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Im sorry but i cant nOT ADD how he got emotional, my baby i love him <3 I can't believe i forgot about it, it made me so soft for him
Also since i am sending an extra anyway...can we know more about the bunny? 🥺And the snake? It's not character related but I'm curious
Sorry for sending another ask–
-🌹
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ Yes Hàoyú is an emotional bb more than he'd like to let on, he tries to be mysterious but he really isn't 🥺
As for Essio. Essio was, well named after Alessio ( 9948e ) and the bunny himself is throughouly convinced, he is, Alessio 9948e's brother.
Essio also is a bunny that seems dumb ( and most of the time is ) but he is every empathetic bunny and will gladly be of comfort if it means his friends can be cheered up.
Mr. squiggles, being a familiar, can actually talk to yizé - which leads to the two communicating consistently either when yizé brings his snake with him to work or makes him stay back in the estate.
squiggles is also, a sentient living being, who prefers being around the one who possesses him at the time, rather than other's, and may sometimes pretend to be sick when someone else picks him up and wants to cuddle with him.
// and mi cara please do not apologise for sending in second asks! send as many as you'd like - especially if you have questions!
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HAAAPPPY BIRTHDAY TO YUH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YUH, HAAAAAPPY BURTHFAAAAGY WOOOOOOOO! another year another dollar sir howl 🌚 will be singing this later once i find my voice 🙈 HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD BIRTHDAY, AND I HOPE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY! -neso, ourolite.
⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ NESSSOOOOO IL MIO TESORO, OJSNDOINAOINDOIJ THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY SONG, IT WAS BEAUTIFUL, I WILL CHERISH THIS DAY EVEN MORE BECAUSE OF IT 😤🩵 Please take care of your voice if you’ve lost it — I hope you’re not sick Tesoro, I’ll send over soup if you are!! I hope you are doing well and that you are eating well. you better be eating well 👁️👁️ OISFONIFSONIS IM SENDING OVER SOME CAKE, EDEN, YOU, LEMAN AND I NEED A PICNIC ASAP !!
#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ cookie jar — ourolite : neso ꒱#howl’s birfday#*APPLAUSING HARD* BEAUTIFUL SINGING NESO. I HAD TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY CHEEKS THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR VOICE
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