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[kkuzushi]

KRNDJENSIND words cannot express how happy i am when you wrote my "loving scara in the public restroom" request LIKE— AAAAAA THANK YOU SO SO MUCH

Yes i have came to you with ANOTHER REQUEST— imagine reader being so busy because of assignments and scara is over here being a top 1 student who already finished all his homeworks and gets frustrated(also concerned) with you because he thinks you're so stupid to not know/understand this equation/subject and how you're not sleeping and eating that much. And whenever he offers to help you, you refuse and he gets so frustrated that he started insulting you like crazy and now you two started fighting..... One thing led to another and scara found himself pinned on the bed while getting pounded— and and they are still insulting each other while they're at it

So they're kinda like fighting while making love..............

You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable... But if you do plan on taking this, THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also can I be 🎐 or 💜 anon? (Incase the former has already been taken...)

“ 𝗚𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆..𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝗱 ”

characters: sub!scaramouche x gn!dom!reader

cw: modern college scara, rival-ish, handjob (giving), slight brat taming, slight humiliation, edging, begging, dacryphilia, cock/strap penetration

word count: 2.199k

notes: I may or may not have gotten overboard with this one.. Apologies for the late submission, but yes, you can be my 🎐anon. <3

Hell week has arrived at your university which means it's time for endless study sessions in your room like every normal student would do, unless they’re confident with their skills.

And of course, one of those students was Scaramouche—the one who effortlessly reaches the honor list. Seriously, how does he do it? Either way, that should be the least of your problems. You're over competing with him when it comes to academics.

However, the man doesn't seem to get the hint, always disturbing the peace in your shared dorm everytime he sees you going cross-eyed with the learning materials scattered at your work desk.

Scaramouche leans casually against the doorway, watching you silently for a moment as you pore over your notes. A smirk slowly spreads across his face before he speaks, the teasing arrogance evident in his voice.

“Are you stressing over there again?” He crosses his arms, walking closer and peering at your notes. “I could ace this in my sleep. You know, if you're going to work this hard, at least make sure it's worth it.”

His tone softens just slightly as his eyes flicker over your tired expression. “Just go to bed, you won't be able to surpass me no matter how you study anyway.”

You kept your eyes glued to your notes, not allowing the annoying presence beside you to disturb your concentration. “Bold of you to assume I'm studying to ‘surpass’ you,” You responded shortly after.

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow—if you weren't studying to surpass him, then why are you working your ass off for this? He wouldn't say you're on the same level of intelligence as him but it's not like you were dumb.

But that's what you two were, right? Academic rivals, or at least, that's what he thought.

“Anyway, could you leave? I need to focus here,” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, remembering he's still in your room.

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Scaramouche asks, crossing his arms as he looks down at you with a smirk. “Last time I checked, we share this dorm.”

“This dorm, not this room,” You corrected, clicking your pen. “Now leave, your annoying face is distracting me.”

How rude, he's been doing nothing but ease your mind from the stress you're experiencing. Sure he just teases the hell out of you, but can't you be a little more appreciative?

“You're an ungrateful brat, you know that?” He frowned, snatching a page of your notes from your desk. He hummed, taking a good look at what you've written, though it looked like he's just judging your handwriting.

“Who the hell needs to take notes in math? Just remember the formula and you're good to go,” Scaramouche complained. Was he just sugarcoating the question “are you stupid”? You could almost hear those same exact words in between his statements.

“Well unfortunately, not everyone is like you,” You argued before extending your hand, gesturing for the note he's still holding, “Now give that back.”

Scaramouche hummed, his eyes flickering over to you and the paper he’s holding before his lips curled upwards again. “And if I say no?” He grinned, keeping the item out of your reach.

You could almost feel a vein appear on your forehead—irritation wasn't an unfamiliar feeling when it comes to dealing with your roommate. You pushed yourself up and reached for the paper but Scaramouche was too quick to pull it away.

“Scaramouche!” You called out, the frustration in your tone becoming more apparent. His grin widened, enjoying your helplessness in this situation, “Too slow.”

You make another attempt to reach for it, lunging forward with determination, and to your misfortune, Scaramouche pulls away at the last minute—a sharp, ripping sound coming from the material, tearing down from the middle, leaving the both of you with a piece.

Scaramouche was stunned for a moment, it wasn't part of his plan to rip out your notes. His smirk falters but he composed himself, swallowing the guilt, “That was clearly your fault. If you asked nicely, I would’ve–”

Before he could finish his sentence, he found himself tumbling backwards onto your bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden weight. “Hey–! What the fuck was that for?!” He retorted, supporting himself on his elbows.

You approached him on the bed, one leg sliding in between his, your knee pressing lightly on his crotch. His eyes widened slightly from the contact, but he hid it with a scowl. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked in a low tone.

“You think you can just waltz in here,” You pressed down your knee, feeling his member throb. “Disturb me while I'm studying, then ruin my notes for fun?” You added more pressure, watching his adam's apple bob as he gulped.

“You think I did that on purpose?!” He argued, his cheeks puffing with red tint. The tension’s getting to him and he can't say he doesn’t like it, but that doesn't make it less embarrassing. “I would've given it back if you begged,” He added, grabbing your shoulders to push you away with an obvious half-hearted strength.

“Begging, huh?” A malicious smirk appeared on your lips. Your hand reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, revealing his garment that's now outlining a bulge.

“Hey! Don't you dare–” Scaramouche attempts to push your hand away, but you were quick enough to pin his wrists above his head. Now he was fully trapped beneath you, the warmth on his cheeks deepening as he scowled at you.

“Can't you be cooperative for once?” You huffed, now taking his boxers off. He wriggled his hips to make things difficult for you yet it only assisted in removing his garment. His cock springs out, arousal evident with how hard he already got.

You eyed him, watching his reaction once your hand was wrapped around his length, pumping to and fro. The indigo-haired boy bit his lip, suppressing his sounds, though soft whimpers escaped.

“There's no need to be shy.”

“I'm not! You're just bad at giving handjo–ohmmFuHK–♡”

“You talk too much,” You grumbled and picked up the pace. A bead of precum instantly leaked out from the head of his cock, allowing your hand to slide easily on his shaft.

Scaramouche gritted his teeth, unable to protest any longer in fear of moaning accidentally as soon as he opens his mouth. With how vulnerable he felt in this compromising position, he felt himself getting closer to edge, quicker than he usually does.

“Shit– hah.. ‘m gonna..♡” He murmured, closing his eyes as he accepted the inevitable defeat—until your hand stopped, forcing his climax to go back down.

His eyes shot open, not expecting for you to deny him release. “Why’d you stop??” Scaramouche asked frustratedly, his hips bucking to your palm to create friction.

You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction, “You didn't expect to cum so easily, did you?” you teased. A baffled expression appears on the indigo haired man’s face, his eyebrows furrowing down.

“Hm, maybe if you begged,” You cooed, using his previous words against him as you start stroking his cock once more, “I might just consider it.”

His eyes widened a little more, begging? You must be out of your mind if you think you'll get the Scaramouche to beg, much less for a release.

But things aren't working out to his favor. Your hand around the length, the relentless pace returning as his hips snapped from the sensation. Scaramouche could no longer argue; the pressure mounting inside him was too much, threatening to explode once again.

“Too fast– ngh– gonna..! ♡” he whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as his body tensed, unable to hold back the impending release. Just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, your hand abruptly stopped again, “Didn't I say you should beg?”

His eyes fluttered open, a mixture of frustration and desperation on his face. “I never agreed to do that,” He huffed, wiggling his wrists out of your grip.

Seems like a simple handjob won't do the trick. Deciding to take it up a notch, you pulled your own pants down. The blush on Scaramouche's face tripled, “What are you planning?” He asked in a sharp tone though he can't deny how his cock throbbed at the sight of your own.

“Don’t play stupid,” You sneered, grinding the head on Scaramouche's ass, pressing your body against his to spread his legs; your free hand moved to his hips, supporting your position.

His eyebrows furrowed further to your comment, lips quivering as he slowly engulfs your length. Once you full bottom out, Scaramouche tried to relax, his breath coming with uneven huffs as he adjusted to the intrusion.

“You look cute underneath me like this,” You teased as you started to thrust into him at a languid pace. A gasp would leave his mouth every time you'd rub him deeply inside—If he could, he'd grab onto you or the sheets to ground himself, but with his wrists still pinned down by your grip, all he could do was accept the sensation.

It wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He's a patient man and you'll start to get needy soon, Scaramouche thinks to himself. Unfortunately, this was a game he was losing. “Would you stop playing around!?” he hissed, the desperation seething with every word.

You kept the agonizingly slow pace, dragging out every second, watching him writhe with need. Every teasing thrust had him gasping, his body trembling with anticipation, yet you refused to give him what he wanted.

Scaramouche's frustration finally reached its peak, patience snapping as he growled through gritted teeth. “If you’re going fuck me, then fuck me properly!” He spat, his indigo eyes narrowing in aggravation. “Or are you so incompetent that you can’t even do this right?” His voice trembled though still attempted to argue.

You raised an eyebrow, your amusement only growing at his outburst. “Bold words,” you smirked, leaning down to kiss his neck, “for someone who’s trembling.”

“Youhnn♡... jerk!” Scaramouche retorted, his voice laced with both frustration and embarrassment as his body trembled beneath yours again. “Fucking brat..” he added, breathless as his chest heaved with every sharp inhale, his emotions threatening to spill over completely.

“Ironic,” You laughed. Scaramouche’s frustration mounted as his head fell back against the pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the watery sensation. He couldn’t stand this anymore. The humiliation, the teasing—it was too much.

“Shut up...” he whispered, voice trembling as tears began to well in the corners of his eyes. His breath hitched, and despite himself, a frustrated sob broke through his chest. “Shut up and just–just fuck me already!” His voice wavered, filled with desperation.

The word left his lips before he could stop it, and the moment it did, Scaramouche’s defiance shattered completely. He was crying now, tears mixing with frustration as his body gave up the fight. “Fuck me properly already.. please..!” He whimpered, the last word coming out unexpectedly.

You didn't think he'd cry from desperation but it was definitely a beautiful sight. Just having the ever so prideful and arrogant Scaramouche trembling, crying, and begging underneath you.. it was like you're on top of the world already.

Finally getting what you wanted, you firmly grabbed his hips and gave him one rough thrust, to which he responded with a choked out gasp. “Like that?” You murmured.

“Yes!♡ Ohngh god.. more! ♡” He moaned, his back arching with how precise your cock has hit his sensitive prostate. You've been teasing and edging him for too long, it feels like he's about to crumble just this very moment.

As you continued fucking his ass with more enthusiasm, Scaramouche could no longer stop his wanton moans. “More, please..hah–♡” He begged though still quite with a demanding tone, “Don't you–mmngh♡♡–dare stop..!”

You feel him slowly tightening around your length, his climax building up once more.

“I'm close–”

“You know what to say.”

“..let me cum.. please–AHnggh!♡♡”

How does the word ‘please’ sound so good from his mouth? It only motivated you to finally let him get his release, pounding him vigorously without a break. The overwhelming sensation has his legs shaking, and with one last scream– “C-Comingghmmm..!!♡♡♡”

Ropes of thick cum shot out, landing on his stomach. He whimpered and panted heavily, all energy he had earlier now extinct. You continued to thrust a little more before your own orgasm joined him, your body slowly collapsing on top of him.

The two of you stayed there, bodies sticking with sweat and other fluids. “I'm still not letting you off the hook about my notes,” you wheezed, managing a tired grin.

“I have some.. in my room,” he muttered, his voice weak and a little hoarse. He was still catching his breath but his usual sharpness had faded, replaced with exhaustion and a hint of embarrassment.

“In math? I thought you didn't need that,” you smirked as you brushed a few strands of hair away from his face. “You better not be lying, or we’ll be doing this all over again.”

Scaramouche let out a quiet scoff, his usual attitude barely making a comeback. “As if you’d complain.”

[fatuismooches]

fabulam diu oblitus - postlude.

synopsis: The tale of the raven and the sparrow has long been forgotten by most, but some will always remember.

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: This is the fourth part of this fic, please read the other parts first! It seems that the fairy tale of you and Dottore comes to an end. Follows some of Sumeru's storyline. Warning for death. Angst. Thank you to my mootie @kaixserzz and my all of my dear anons (🎐, 🐓 <3) who kept me inspired to keep writing this fic :3

prelude. first interlude. second interlude. postlude. sequel.

“The raven and butterfly’s happiness continued for much longer. But of course, every creature is aware that nothing lasts forever, and even the lightning in the sky would agree with that statement. All fairytales must come to an end. That was no different for the raven and the butterfly.”

There had been a buzz around the lab lately. Some of the segments had been ordered to leave for a Fatui mission. Which, would have been a normal occurrence, were it not for the place they were headed to this time.

“Sumeru? You’re going to Sumeru?” Your home country had instantly gotten your attention, not only because you haven’t been back in centuries, but also because the segments were never usually dispatched there, instead causing their usual chaos in other nations.

“Indeed. We will see if the Balladeer is able to become the God he so desires to be,” Omega hummed, moving a hand underneath your shirt to record your heartbeat. Ah, that was right. The puppet had stolen the Electro Gnosis to use as his ascension into godhood… and Dottore would be there to see how his experiment plays out. Well, you already had a feeling about how that would turn out. 

Moving on to a different subject, although Sumeru was the home you and Zandik were chased out of, you still held fond memories of it. Many happy things happened there for you, so the thought of it made you smile.

“You have to bring back lots of stories for me! And souvenirs! Oh, I would love to see how much Sumeru has changed from all those years ago,” you dreamily smiled. Yeah, your favorite cafe was probably gone by now… but you’d love to see what replaced it!

“Of course. I expect there will be much to say with the God of Wisdom and the Traveler intervening as well,” Omega chuckled, scribbling down something on his clipboard after glancing at the monitor, before fixing your shirt back.

“Your vitals have been better lately,” the segment commented and patted your head, which you happily indulged in. It wasn’t too noticeable, but it seemed like your body was getting even a little bit better. Not much, a little. But that was good anyway. “But run along now. There is much preparation to be done regarding the trip to Sumeru.”

“Okayyyy,” you stretched your words a bit disappointedly, not wanting to leave the segment, but you knew he had a lot of work to do. So instead you settled with pecking him on the cheek which he of course returned tenfold before you went off on your way. You had quite a few segments to say goodbye to, after all! You’d miss them a lot, but, you still had the other segments here with you. And your lover of course.

Surely, they would be back in the blink of an eye. Yes, surely, they’d return just as they always did. You had no reason to think otherwise. And so for the next few days, everything was normal. Time passed regularly. You got through the days as you did with any other.

But one day was different.

You were in your room by yourself, enjoying your alone time. Because as much as you loved being around the segments, you still liked being by yourself too. But all of a sudden, your tranquility was interrupted by literally a bang on your door, which made you jump.

The knock on your door was frantic and loud. Immediately you hopped out of bed to see what could possibly be so important that your door was getting pounded, but when you opened the door there was no one there. You were very confused… how was that possible? This was a pretty long hallway. Even with the segments’ abilities, there was no way they could just disappear into thin air like that. 

A bad feeling began to creep up on you, your stomach twisting and turning. You don’t know why, but it just did. But surely you were overreacting. Perhaps… perhaps… actually, you didn’t have any valid reasoning you could think of right now. Maybe though, maybe you should go and check on them. Just in case. You know that they’ll be there, in the lab doing their experiments or perhaps bickering with each other as usual, but there was nothing wrong with double-checking. And then you’ll calm yourself with a nice hug from one of them. It would all be okay. 

But you found that your steps were quicker and longer than usual, your breathing heavier than usual. As you got closer to the main lab’s doors, you strained your ears for their voices, anything, something, but heard nothing. You licked and bit your lip that had gone dry, weak legs walking even faster if that was possible, before you swung open the doors, hoping to see those blue mops of hair you so desired to see.

Nothing. The room was empty.

Your footsteps slowed, walking into the room cautiously. It was strange because it looked as if there were people in here just a few minutes ago. Notes that were left unfinished halfway. Beakers that had broken on the floor, with some mysterious liquids soaking the floor. Strange, very strange. And yet no trace of any segments remained.

The bad feeling had grown into something much worse now. Where else? Where else could they be? 

Their rooms. You should check their rooms. They were usually there if they weren’t in the lab, doing their own respective work (because their office and rooms doubled as one since they didn’t need to sleep.) So despite how your chest burned, and your legs ached, it didn’t matter if it meant your heart would be soothed and relieved.

You ran as fast as you could, more like you tried to because your illness had really kicked in since your mind was stressing out a great amount. As you clung to the walls, catching your breath, you paid no mind to the random agents who were looking at you funny, nor did you manage to catch their words of “Omega” or “erased” or “gone.”

It took longer than it should have taken you, but at last, you made it to the corridor with the segments’ rooms. You didn’t bother to knock, swinging open the door to Alpha’s room.

Empty.

Beta’s room.

Empty.

Every single room was empty. Fuck, even Zandy’s room was empty. And he was always in there if he wasn’t with you. Your head was throbbing with unease now, your heavy, troubled breathing sounding throughout the whole hallway. Where? Where? Where did they go…?!

“[Name].” A voice sounded from behind you. Spinning around, it was Dottore. Your Dottore! Okay, at least he was still here!

“Dottore,” you breathed a sigh of relief. He would have an explanation for this. “Dottore, where are all the segments? I-I can’t find them anywhere. I mean, I know the lab is really big, but it’s strange for them not to be in these areas,” you placed a hand on your rapidly beating heart, trying to calm it, not noticing your husband’s expression.

“...” The scientist was unsure of how to break the news to you because he knew of the bond you shared with the segments.

“Dottore? Why aren’t you answering me?” He opened his mouth to respond, but paused, seemingly trying to determine the best way to phrase his words. That only worried you more, because he was never one to sugarcoat his words. Your nervousness had returned once more, burning heat from fear creeping up your shoulders. “Zandik, answer me.”

“They’re gone, [Name].” The words took a few moments to settle in, silence overtaking the area for a little bit. But only for a little bit, as your nervous laughter rang out interrupting it.

“Gone?” You repeated. “What do you mean gone? They just can’t be gone. Right? Right, Dottore?” The nervous smile that had etched its way onto your face hurt badly, the laughter mixed with wheezing was painful, but it was all you could do to convince yourself this was a lie.

“Omega has… deleted them in exchange for the Electro Gnosis.” You looked at him blankly, the former emotion on your face gone.

“Deleted? Deleted from this world? From existence?” Your tone got higher and higher as you continued speaking. You didn’t even know Omega had the ability to do that. Or that the segments could be erased in the first place. Dottore just nodded in response. 

“But- but why? Surely t-there was another way?” Your voice was on the verge of breaking into tears.

“He wanted to show respect to the God of-”

“Respect? To a God, of all people?” You hissed, bubbles of anger surfacing now through your agony. “He’s a Harbinger, is he not? And he’s stronger than that God! He- he could have easily found another way! He didn’t have to DELETE the segments! Another method HAD to have been possible! Did he even try to negotiate?!” Hot tears ran down your cheeks as you raised your voice at him. It took everything it had in you not to fully scream. You began to pace back and forth, hand covering your already tear-streaked face, whole body shaking. Your husband could only watch.

Dottore wasn’t thrilled with Omega deleting all his segments either, with the endless resources that went into creating them, but what’s done was done. And both the Electro and Dendro Gnoses were acquired. But you? You were on the verge of hysterics. He had never, not once, seen you like this. 

You had come to a stop, head buried into your arm as you braced against the wall. Oh, the segments were gone forever. They were never coming back. You could only imagine how they must have been in their last moments. That they only had a few more moments to live. You couldn’t bring yourself to think about what Zandy must have thought in his last few seconds.

And what’s more, the segments had disappeared into… nothingness. There was no trace, no remains of their bodies whatsoever. And although seeing their bodies on the floor would have certainly destroyed you, perhaps this was even a worse fate. Because it was as if they never existed at all. You couldn’t even hold their bodies one last time, or give them a proper farewell. They were just… gone. Oh, how you wished you could have at least been there in their last moments, to provide some comfort, some love, some sense of peace. The more you thought about it, the countless memories with them flowing through your mind, the weaker your violently shaking body became as you struggled to hold yourself up. Dottore instantly noticed and, worrying about your frail condition, walked up to you before you spat out at him.

“Do not come near me.” Out of all the centuries Zandik has spent with you, he has never been on the receiving end of much anger from you. Rather, it was you who dealt with that from him. But this wasn’t just anger. It felt like venom.

“Why…” You pulled yourself up once again before glaring at him with teary eyes. “Why didn’t you stop him, Zandik? You could have, couldn’t you? They didn’t have to die…!”

There was only one answer the Harbinger could provide, even though he knew you would not like it. “It was necessary to obtain the Electro and Dendro Gnoses for the Fatui.” To this, you could only laugh again once more before digging your nails into your palms so hard it hurt.

“I see. I see…” You mumbled brokenly before stepping off to the side, your steps still unsteady and wobbly as you nearly tripped. Dottore once again tensed up, body wanting to move to support you, but the look on your face made him decide against it. You then walked past him, not sparing another look at him before exiting the corridor, tears still silently running down your face. He could only watch you as you left him standing, wondering about many things yet nothing at all.

—

“From that day, there was a drastic shift in the butterfly and raven’s relationship. The butterfly was indescribably hurt by the loss of the other ravens, and could not bear the pain. It was the first time the raven had ever been subjected to such cold treatment by his lover. Usually, it was the other way around. And it seemed like fixing this would not be easy.”

Dottore thought that if he gave you some space, you’d cool off soon enough.

He thought wrong.

You had flat-out been ignoring Dottore since the day the segments were erased. And not just refusing to talk to him. You didn’t even want to be in the same space as him. If he came into your room, you would just leave. As soon as he opened his mouth, you were gone. In order to give you your meds, he had to wait until you were sleeping to slip in, because of the way you were acting. When it was time to eat, he had to leave the meal outside your door, otherwise, you wouldn’t eat. That is if you even took it. The grief made it hard for you to do a lot of things, which made it imperative for him to help, but you didn’t want it. You were distraught, but you were angry too. Why? 

Because you truly loved the segments.

Dottore did not. He did not feel the same connection as you did. So he was at a loss. He didn’t know what to do to resolve this. Apologize? No, he suspected even if he did, it wouldn’t mean anything, because you’d know he didn’t fully mean it, and it wouldn’t bring the segments back anyway. Comfort you? You wouldn’t allow him to hold you or talk to you. Il Dottore did not know what should be done.

Omega received similar treatment when finally returned from Sumeru, the Gnoses in hand. Normally, you would be waiting at the entrance whenever he returned from expeditions. This time, however, you were not, which he supposed he should have expected. You didn’t want his stories. His gifts. No, all you needed to know was that he deleted the segments. They were gone because of him, and you didn’t want to see him right now.

Omega was not a human. He was a segment. Though, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel emotions. He did - when it came to you. But Omega was a selfish segment. Selfish when it came to a lot of things, you included. And selfishness and emotions do not bode very well, as it becomes… a convoluted mixture.

The segment thinks of himself as a patient man. He knows how to wait, and wait, and wait until it pays off. He can do that for you, too. Wait for you to come back to your senses. After all, they were just segments, right? And the superior one, the best one of them all was still here - him. So surely you won’t be like this for too long.

Just like his creator, he was proven wrong. He learned the depth of your anger a day he tried reaching out to you, wanting to put this whole situation behind. But you certainly didn’t share the same sentiment. It was like any other day, him talking to you and you walking away, but this time he reached out for you. The segment unconsciously longed for your touch, your affection, that was once so commonplace.

But as soon as you felt his fingers brush yours, you slapped Omega’s hand away with a scowl. You didn’t need to say anything. That one action spoke everything you wanted to.

You would never view him the same ever again.

—

“And so the butterfly found themselves drowning and suffocating in grief. Their whole life had been changed, the creatures who helped them through so much were now gone. But that would not be the last of the butterfly’s sorrow.”

You had been giving the cold shoulder to Zandik and Omega for a long time. Considering how clingy and affectionate you were before, they didn’t even know you had it in you. But now, it was as different as night and day. However, it wasn’t as much as it was before, because you still had to rely on them in order to live. Despite how much you didn’t want to, without them, you’d be dead. They were the ones who had to administer your medicine and give you check-ups so your condition wouldn’t get worse (although it already happened after the segments were deleted.) It was funny how easily progress could be reversed. How one thing, one random day, could change everything.

So eventually you had to let them in a bit. Most of the time you just ignored them and rarely spoke. Even during the checkups and shots, you had your head turned the other way the whole time. They would still attempt to talk to you, in hopes you would even grace them with a “yes” or “no” rather than the rare nod of your head. But it wasn’t very fruitful. 

Another habit of yours now was that if you weren’t in your room, you were most likely in a segment’s room crying. Especially Zandy’s. Clutching his plushies. Or maybe Alpha’s. Trying to fix up the parts he left lying on his desk. Or Beta’s. Going into his closet to wear his coat. Dottore knew better than to clean out their rooms because you would most likely snap at him again.

You didn’t have much energy to do anything else but lay in your room, blankly staring at the ceiling all day, your head a foggy, grief-filled mess. It did not feel good… you hated the feeling… but what else should you do…? You just wished you could feel the warmth of your segments… the seemingly annoyed but secretly delighted posture of Alpha as you held him from behind. The bitey nature of Beta that didn’t let you go once you were in his clutches. The small, clingy body of Zandy as he cuddled into your body, sweet dreams blessing him instead of the nightmares. But you could only dream about those things now.

Even the regular Fatui agents had noticed this development. The lovey-dovey nature of Il Dottore’s spouse was now reduced to this. You heard them speak about it.

“Have you noticed? Lord Dottore has been far more irritable lately.”

“Oh yeah, both Omega and Prime! I feel bad for those who have to work directly with them…. At least my job is just standing at this door all day.”

“I know. They always were terrifying, but it seems even worse now. Ugh, and now there’s even more work for us since all the segments are gone.”

“Do you know why? Has Lord Pantalone decreased his budget again?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of obvious…” The agent lowered his voice to a whisper. “His spouse, [Name], has been giving them the silent treatment for ages now. Don’t tell anyone this but, I believe that our great Harbinger, Lord Il Dottore… is feeling the effects of this. I’ve never seen them act like this!”

“Is that so? Speaking of, I don’t think I’ve seen them around here very much.”

“Well yes… if you were here for as long as I have been, you’d normally see them all over the lab but, they tend to stay locked up in their room nowadays. And Lord Dottore as well, he doesn’t leave his office much either. Omega seems to take care of much of the outward responsibilities.”

So that was what it was like. You got your answer to if Dottore missed you. You wondered how many people accidentally became his test subjects due to his rising temper because of you. But though it may not have looked like it, not speaking to your husband was hurting you tremendously as well. Because at the end of the day… he was your love, your life. He was your Zandik, the one who meant everything to you. The one who went through everything and anything with you. He was the only one you had… you still loved him, terribly so. Maybe that was a bigger weakness than your illness.

But that didn’t mean you were any less mad at him.

Omega, on the other hand… ah, you didn’t even know what to think anymore… you were so conflicted, it was so hard to even think… when you said you loved all the segments, that included him too. But he deleted all of them… you hated him… but did you love him too? No, you should continue to hate him, he was the selfish one… Zandy was gone because of him… you couldn’t forgive him! So you didn’t forgive him. The days continued the same as always. 

Until one fateful day.

Omega was set to head out on a mission. Which was quite unusual nowadays, because ever since the clones were deleted, he couldn’t afford to leave Snezhnaya with all the work that had to be done. All you had heard was that the blonde-haired traveler would be there too, from all the whispering around the lab.

But what did it matter to you? Whether the segment was here or not, it was the same to you. His whereabouts were surely not of concern to you, so you had no feelings on this. Though the night before he was set to leave, he knocked on your door anyway. You immediately pulled the blankets over your face and curled to the side of the bed so you wouldn’t see Omega. The door shut with a click and his boots sounded against the floor.

“Hello, [Name]. I’m sure you’ve heard by now that I am leaving soon. It is another critical mission for the Fatui, and I suspect the Traveler will be there once again.” He didn’t receive a response from you, which he expected. “But I’m sure this is of no interest to you, anyway.” He guessed right, you thought, you didn’t care. However, even after saying what he had to say, he did not leave. A silence overtook the room as neither of you moved or spoke. But then Omega called your name, with another short silence coming after it before he spoke once more.

“I will not ask for your forgiveness, because I know I will not receive it, nor will I apologize, because I believe I took the right course of action. But…” Omega paused, “I still hold you fondly. I still…” He reached his hand out to your covered body but drew it back before his fingertips could brush you.

“I hope we will be able to talk more once I return.” He seemed to wait a few more seconds, perhaps hoping you would stay something, hoping he could at least see your face before he left, but to no avail. All you heard was the retreating footsteps and the click of your door shutting once more. You pulled the blankets off so you could breathe properly again, as you thought about his words.

What should you do? You didn’t know. The segments had passed quite a while ago, and the pain was still fresh in your heart, but Omega… ugh… perhaps, maybe, just maybe, you could try talking to him once more. Only an attempt. If you didn’t like how it felt, you’d stop. And he wasn’t returning from the mission for a few months, so you had ample time to make your decision anyway.

But Omega never returned.

The next few months flew by quickly, and though Omega had not returned yet, you thought nothing of it. Something must have come up that delayed his return. It’s happened before, it probably happened again. That was until you noticed groups of Fatui huddled together murmuring in the lab. As soon as they saw you, they went back to work and shut up their little gossip quickly, which was very strange. Now you really needed to know what was going on, so you decided to silently eavesdrop on the next pair you found. But you would have never thought of the words you heard next.

Omega had been killed by the Traveler. 

Omega was dead.

Omega wasn’t coming back.

You would never see him ever again. The realization made your body weak as you stumbled back, having to cling to the wall for support. He was gone… the tears immediately sprang to your eyes, as you covered your mouth to keep your sobs down. Omega killed the other segments. Maybe a part of you should feel glad. But no, all you felt was red-hot grief and pain, as you crashed into the nearest random room, and cried, and cried, and cried.

If you knew that was the last time you would see him, you wouldn’t have acted like that…

You wonder why things had to turn out like this.

—

“The butterfly never truly recovered from their loss, but as they say, time heals all wounds.”

After Omega died, you didn’t have the energy to be mad anymore. You were just tired. Tired of everything. Everything felt like a chore. Though you saw your husband more often now. Since there were no more segments, and Dottore obviously wouldn’t trust even the best Fatui doctors with you, he was the one who did all the usual medical stuff for you now.

Admittedly, his touch felt nice. It felt good. It felt like exactly what you needed right now. Comfort. So you gave in. When he had finished the usual procedure, as he turned his back on you, you reached out and wouldn’t let go of his hand. Dottore stiffened from the contact - it had been a while since you’d touched him so intimately - but you didn’t let go, and only weakly tugged him closer, which he complied to. You couldn’t bring your eyes to meet his, instead blankly staring at his shoes, but he seemed to get the message anyway. Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around you to gauge your reaction, and when he saw no resistance, he pulled you into his chest and held you. You missed this feeling. You missed Zandik.

And maybe you were scared he would leave you too.

Things continued like that for a while. You’d seek your husband out for his touch. His presence. His voice. Anything that would bring you some peace. Though you still remained mostly silent during these times. You just didn’t know what to say. Sometimes you wondered if he was mad at you. Annoyed. Disappointed. You didn’t want to know though. You were content with the fact that Zandik would hold you in his lap even at the wildest hours of the night.

But now, it had been some time since Omega’s death and even longer since the other segments were erased.

You weren’t quite ready to move on, no, not yet, but it was inevitable. Or perhaps you would never truly move on, instead, they would always be a part of you. You’d always carry them with you. But regardless, you needed to try, at least for Zandy. You think he’d want you to try and smile more often. You were speaking a bit more to your Harbinger friends again, and finding some enjoyment in your hobbies. Not to mention your relationship with Zandik was becoming better again. He had still been there, even when your illness and grief had you at your worst, with no complaints. Even though he had nothing to gain from this relationship. Even though you had become someone different. He had always loved you.

But there was still a rift caused by everything that had happened, that you wanted to fix. Because at the end of the day, in this world, you two only had each other. So you decided to talk to him about it. You had a habit of this, just waltzing into his office without knocking, and came upon Dottore who had a small box in his hand, appearing to gaze at whatever was in it, before he quickly snapped it shut at your sudden arrival. You recognized that box. It was the one where he kept his wedding ring in. So he still had it like that after all these years. You pretended like you didn’t see it as he swiftly put it away.

“[Name].”

“Zandik. Are you busy right now?”

“No.” Both of you knew that was a lie. The Second Harbinger was always busy. You knew for a fact he was stretched thin, especially since he wasted so much time taking care of you along with his Fatui duties, which piled up quickly with no more segments.

“Alright… can we talk?”

“Of course.” Zandik had been especially attentive to your words lately. Perhaps because he missed the times you would talk his ear off.

“I want to make something clear.” Zandik looked at you curiously as you took a deep breath. Many possibilities raced through his head.

“I still love you, Zandik.”

Well, he certainly wasn’t expecting that, and you could tell, even though his expression did not betray his thoughts.

“You already know the reason I’m…” Your voice trailed off, not wanting to say the words aloud, but you continued. “But I… appreciate you for staying by me. For all these centuries, through everything. It’s been a… very long time. And although things are different now, I want us to be… happy again. It might not be immediately but… it’s because I love you, Zandik.” You swallowed, at the end, your voice growing a bit softer. Ah, you hoped that wasn’t too sentimental. Zandik’s expression was blank so you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“So yeah, that’s all… I guess.” All of a sudden, the silence that followed made you embarrassed, and you wanted to leave there as quickly as possible. “Okay, I-I’ll let you do your work now.” And then you hastily made your exit and left the Harbinger alone, before he started chuckling to himself. He’d expect nothing less from you, his dear, darling spouse.

Though he wonders if you realize time is irrelevant for him. He’ll wait for you as long as it takes.

—

“One thing about the raven and the butterfly that would never change was that they were wholly intertwined with each other. Their fates were one. So even if they happened to go their separate ways, they would inevitably return to one another again.”

It was actually quite scary how fast time flew. From the time you woke up, to marrying Dottore, to the segments passing, to right now… it felt like a blur. You guess, now that your life span was no longer that of a regular human’s, time was starting to skew a bit for you. Well, you were just excited to spend decades more, even centuries with him.

Throughout all the years that had passed since that day, you found yourself falling more and more in love with Zandik again. You suppose that should be normal for a married couple but, it never ceased to amaze you how one man could make you feel like this.

Something that had become somewhat of a habit for the two of you was dancing. Yes, dancing. It had come up during one of your wedding anniversaries. To be honest, neither of you really did or planned anything special for the day. Perhaps there was a bit more kissing along with other affectionate activities, but you two didn’t look at it as something that big. First, because you didn’t want to waste his already precious time, but also because you knew from the beginning the wedding anniversaries would be countless. So every anniversary was more of something you expected, so it was nothing too big to celebrate, especially as people who lived this long… if that made sense. And Dottore… was Dottore after all. Never one to care much for dates.

But on one anniversary you were reminded of how you two danced during the wedding. Your clumsy steps as Dottore guided you through it all, and you wanted to relive that, so he indulged you. And funnily enough, you were a lot better! Your steps weren’t as unsteady and your body didn’t ache as much. Dottore’s feet didn’t get assaulted by yours too much. Even Dottore was pleasantly surprised. It probably had to do with the fact that although you weren’t cured yet, your health had been up on an upward curve. Of course, never the best but, much better than you first were. You were proud of yourself for making it this far.

So now, when you had time, you found yourself rehearsing your steps with him and your husband twirling you around. Perhaps one day you could reach his level.

You found that there were days that reminded you of the Akademiya. Where you could help him with his notes and research like a real assistant would. Obviously, it still wasn’t the best but it was something, and you could see that Dottore liked it. These days often came with you teasing him with embarrassing memories from the Akademiya.

“I still remember when you got motion sickness from piloting that ruin golem, Zandik.”

“For the last time, I did not get motion sickness, [Name].”

“Mhm, sure. If I didn’t drag you out, you would have-”

“That is enough from you.”

You found that there were more days he would take you out into the Snezhnayan winters (you were bundled up to the max) so you could finally see the snow. You found yourself attending your first balls at the Tsaritsa’s palace, as Dottore was now forced to attend himself rather than his segments. He didn’t want to leave you by yourself in the dreary lab so… you were often his plus one, where you spent the evening poking fun at him with Columbina. (You also were the one who publicly took sweets to-go from the parties for him so he wouldn’t get judged.)

And perhaps your favorite memory was when he took you back to Sumeru - yes, to another country - so you could witness the Akademiya Extravaganza festival. He, of course, had no interest in it, but you being you and loving fun things absolutely did. Many things happened, including meeting the Traveler… but that story was for another day.

All in all, you always knew this but, you found that no matter how many years passed, no matter what Il Dottore has done, no matter the amount of sins and wrongfulness he has committed… you were hopelessly in love with him. From the time he was that perpetually irritated but in love student from the Akademiya to his current self, the Harbinger that was a stark contrast to his former self but still possessed you for himself.

Sure, it was a bit lonely at times compared to before, but all the tender moments throughout the years made you happy to have Zandik in your life. Which is why you foolishly thought these times would last forever.

When Dottore told you he was leaving Snezhnaya, and therefore the lab, and therefore you, it jolted you right up from your sleepy daze on his lap.

“What?!” The word came out as a half yell, half-whisper. “What do you mean you’re leaving Snezhnaya?”

“It means I’m leaving Snezhnaya, dear,” he continued on his paperwork (which never seemed to end) as if this was common knowledge. “The mission needs a Harbinger to oversee it, and the task falls to me this time.” 

You were devastated. There were times when Dottore only had to leave the lab for a few days to attend to matters in different parts of Snezhnaya. (You spent the time at Columbina’s mansion because oddly enough, she always seemed to be there… how did she manage to shirk her duties so often?) But this was completely different. He would be so far out of reach, for a long time probably too. Foreign missions always took a while. You remember how long you had to wait for the segments to return from them.

“Okay, then I’ll come with you!”

“No, you’re not,” he immediately shut down your proposition. “Missions are still far too dangerous with your current state. You will stay in Snezhnaya, and wait for me to come back.” You knew when he used that tone, things were final, and you hung your head low, all sleepiness gone at the fact you wouldn’t be seeing him for months. Sure, you would be staying with Bina as usual but, you had a feeling it’d be hard to replace the rush of emotions Dottore gave you on a daily basis. 

Dottore noticed your dour expression, which he obviously expected, and sighed, setting down his pen. At this point, it was a sort of routine that he had memorized, comforting you and all. Although comfort would never be something he was adept in, years of doing it had let him become somewhat proficient. 

“[Name],” he moved his hand to guide your chin up so you could look at him. You were pouting. “These few months, or even less, depending on how quickly the work gets done, will only be a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things. I’ll be back before you know it,” he hummed. Although he certainly was not pleased about leaving you by yourself for so long, such was the life of a Fatui Harbinger. It was at times like these he missed his segments. (Did that sound selfish? Well, he was a selfish man when it came to you.)

A drop in eternity, huh? Well, when he puts it like that, then maybe it would be just a bit bearable. And, when you think about it, he’s waited over four hundred years for you, all alone. So this little challenge couldn’t be too hard, right?

“Alright… I’ll wait for you, Zandik.”

“Good,” he chuckled at how easy it was to win you over sometimes and stroked your cheek. “In the meantime, you can work on the recipe you’ve been vehemently hiding from me and show me when I’m back.” You immediately brightened at that.

“Oh yeah! I promise you’re going to like these sweets better than the ones at the bakery!” You proudly declared.

“Oh? Now that’s a high standard you’ve set yourself to, dear. Are you sure you’re going to be able to live up to it?”

“Hmph, don’t underestimate me. My baking skills have improved over the years!”

The banter always made you two feel like regular humans, despite what you two really were.

—

“The days went by peacefully for the lonely butterfly, but soon that feeling was shattered when they learned of a golden comet’s presence near their raven.”

The days in Columbina’s mansion went by rather uneventfully. Surprisingly enough, she wasn’t home as often as usual. It seemed like the Fatui were really stepping up their business now. You’d have to ask Dottore about that. Maybe the day Celestia is defeated was closer than you thought. But today was a day Bina had some time to indulge in cakes and conversation with you. The chit-chat was mundane but brought a sense of comfort until the conversation somehow ended up with Dottore as the topic. Your friend always liked teasing you about him. Everything was lighthearted and sweet until she idly mentioned his mission.

“I wonder how your Doctor is doing on the mission~”

“Well, I’m sure he’ll be fine. He’s Dottore after all.”

“Mhm, that’s right. I do wonder how he plans to deal with the Traveler though.” The mention of the blonde’s name nearly made you drop your teacup.

“W-What?” Your voice cracked as you implored your friend to tell you more. You were now realizing that you neglected to ask Dottore what the mission exactly was, and he did not reveal the contents as well, probably because he knew you’d freak even more if you knew he was most likely going to confront the Traveler. Columbina looked confused.

“Dear, did he not tell you?”

“No! I- ah, he only told me he has a mission in another nation, I guess it slipped my mind to ask him the details!” You now had your hand clutched to your head and another one trying to soothe your now rapidly beating heart. A naive and very stupid part of you thought it wouldn’t have to come to this, but it already did, so quickly too. 

Why were you so particularly scared? It was because all you could think of was Omega’s death by the Traveler’s hand, as well as your fellow colleagues. You knew that Dottore was far stronger than any of them but… you were in a panic. All the worst possible scenarios began invading your mind relentlessly.

“[Name], calm down. Dottore is strong. We do not even know if it will end in a battle or not, but regardless of the outcome, he is smart enough to-” Bina attempted to comfort you before you interrupted her and abruptly stood up.

“I need to go.”

“Go? Go to Dottore, dear?”

“Yes. Yes, I need to see him. I need-” Your words were becoming a jumbled mess from the anxiety this piece of news caused. “I need to see him in person if he’s okay.”

“You do not think you should think about this some more? I suspect the Doctor will not be happy if he sees you there, even if it’s you of all people.”

“It doesn’t matter. If I stay here, all I’ll be able to think about is him.” You could already see yourself losing sleep and appetite over this. “But as long as I can see him okay… even if he’s angry, I can deal with it. Anything is better than being over here helpless!” Columbina watched you silently.

“Alright. Be ready in a few days.” You looked at her in surprise.

“Bina? You’re helping me? You’re not going to… stop me?”

“Dear [Name], I will not get in the way of a decision you’ve made for yourself. If this is what you’ve decided, then it is my duty as your friend to assist you as I’ve done in the past. And perhaps this will teach the Doctor a lesson to stop withholding information from you,” the Harbinger sighed.

“…Thank you, Columbina.” You’d have to repay her sometime later.

—

“The raven and the butterfly found themselves reunited again at long last, and would stay together like that forever.”

It was funny you found yourself back here, your home country. It seems like you two were always drawn back here, despite no longer being welcomed. But that didn’t really matter too much, because as soon as the boat you were on pulled into the port, it was clear that today was not a normal day in Sumeru City.

You were too late. 

The fight had clearly already begun, probably only recently too, by the chaotic state of Sumeru. Obviously, it’d be out of order if there were two immensely powerful beings in battle with each other. Maybe, if you were just a bit sooner… but you already had your mind set. Although the Fatui agent entrusted with your safety was ready to head back already, his orders to not let you come to any danger, you just tranquilized him. (It was a courtesy device from Dottore in case he wasn’t near.)

And you ran. Was that a good idea considering your illness? Absolutely not, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Was it a good idea to walk into the middle of a battle? Also no, but you couldn’t shake the bad feeling you had this whole time. 

Although it was far away, it was easy to spot the place, as for one there were Fatui swarming the area and also regular citizens running in the opposite direction. Though your lungs were absolutely burning, your knees weak and scraped from tripping, tired from bumping into others, illness flaring up even worse from the added stress and exertion, you continued ahead with only one goal. To see your husband.

Throughout your haggard walking, you thought of the future. You thought of how great it would be to see Teyvat change in the next four hundred years just as he did. And this time, Dottore would not have to witness it by himself. He would have you. It would be amazing, just thinking of all the variety of new inventions and such that would be created! You two would surely dissect them and put them back together for fun. You two would do a lot of things, you think, as you finally made it to the door of the grand building the fight was in. It was already rather damaged, but the door managed to remain mostly intact, so you pushed it open.

Just in time to see the Traveler land the final fatal hit to Zandik, his body landing on the floor with a painful thud.

Your worst nightmare had become reality. But… Zandik told you he’d return to you in no time…

Suddenly, all the will you had before was gone in an instant. You didn’t have the energy or focus to call out his name. All you could do was blankly stare at his defeated body while taking some hesitant steps forward, all while mumbling something incoherent under your breath. The Traveler, despite their exhaustion, noticed you and immediately readied their sword again. But, they soon realized that there was no need for that from the exceedingly dull look in your eyes and the way you tripped over yourself again, landing on the floor, reaching out your hand towards the Doctor. You had to make it to him.

You pathetically dragged your body closer to Zandik, every part of it screaming out in part for you to stop. But you didn’t care. You could take it. After all, you knew the pain would soon be over. The Traveler merely watched you, still a bit on edge for what you could do, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything besides Zandik, so you continued inching your body to your husband before you finally reached him. His body was practically motionless, his face revealed as his mask was destroyed to the side somewhere. When you came into view, a flicker of surprise came across his face but it quickly morphed into one of acceptance.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You half-laughed at that.

“I could say the same to you…” Your voice had dropped to a soft, defeated one. Huffing and panting, you used your last remaining strength to pull yourself up and kneel, tenderly bringing your husband’s head onto your lap. He did not resist. It wasn’t like he had the strength to anyway. “You didn’t tell me you were going to be here, either.”

“It was not necessary… at the time,” Zandik said, looking right at you the whole time with those red eyes of his. “But I suppose I should have expected this. You never do as you are told, do you?”

“Of course not. But you should remember that whenever I break the rules, things turn out fine for us.” You smiled, and you had a feeling both of you were thinking of the same memories. That time you helped him break into the Akademiya’s library when it was closed, or the time you threw a book at someone for him, or the time you two helped each other on what was supposed to be solo assignments. Or the times you ran away from his needles and medicine, or the times you went behind his back and befriended the others. Those times ended out okay, so this time would be okay too.

Then, the building began to rumble, most likely about to collapse. The battle must have been quite fierce. Although the Traveler felt no remorse for the two of you, their kind heart still couldn’t help but feel the slightest twinge of pity. After all, the blonde had read the notes the two of you left scattered around Sumeru. To think that a relationship could last so long, especially one with the mad Doctor… You noticed their expression before you rasped out a mixture of a plea and demand.

“Why are you still here? Leave us now. I want to be alone with him.” Your words were empty of emotion towards them. There was no point in any hostility anymore, not when you had to treasure the last moments with your beloved. The Traveler didn’t seem surprised by your words, as they nodded and threw the bloodied Harbinger one last glance, before running away with the little fairy. It seemed they knew… you’d rather die here along with him than live without him.

You looked back at Zandik’s face, his once brightly colored red eyes now a darkened hue.

“I’ve failed you, [Name].” Since it was the end of the line now, even a genius scholar such as him had to admit defeat. Dottore thought back to all the times he swore to cure you. He swore he would do it so that you could be who you used to be once more. But he failed. He let you lose centuries of your life and left you in pain for your conscious ones. But you didn’t seem to share the sentiment.

“Failed me?” You couldn’t help but laugh at that, despite the tears that began to run down your cheeks. “Oh darling, you have never failed me. Not once in over four hundred years.” Zandik continued to stare at you because that was all the strength he had to do, so you reached for his hand and brought it to your cheek.

“You’ve loved me continuously for so many centuries, haven’t you? How could that ever be a failure?” You nuzzled into his hand, his own blood beginning to smear on your face, but you didn’t care. 

“Your love has changed so much over time. From your prickly and thorny yet beautiful love from the Akademiya. To your smooth and unabashed love now. But your love was unfaltering, to me at least. Perhaps I may be delusional, and I overthink how much you love me. But I think it was real, even though you may never admit it, that is what matters to me. So if you’re thinking about the cure, forget it.” Your hands were shaking and struggling to hold his to your cheek for this long, energy spent, but you continued anyway, even as a piece of the infrastructure suddenly caved in and collapsed on the opposite side of the room with a loud crash. “The cure isn’t what mattered. It was you.”

Zandik thinks you are the only person who has forgiven him. Not even he has. He knows he does not deserve it, but he shouldn’t say that to you now. But he thinks, even at this moment, perhaps it may seem sick or morbid, your beauty still manages to surpass that of any other being in Teyvat.

You thought about the Tsaritsa, who had shown you much love and kindness. You hoped she would finally achieve her goals. You thought about the other Harbingers, the ones who were still alive at least. You would miss them. You looked at your wedding ring. It was still intact. How lovely. Lastly, you thought about Zandik as you looked at him, and he seemed to realize something.

“[Name], reach into my pocket.” You were confused but you complied, wincing in pain a bit but successfully reached it and pulled out a box. It was the box he kept his wedding wing in. Popping it open, you were correct, and still couldn’t help but be a bit incredulous.

“You brought it with you?” You were surprised because a part of you still believed he thought the whole thing was a bit dumb.

“I normally do not but, with the length of the mission, I believed it would be a simple and easy way to be reminded of you.” That was cute.

“Sorry. I guess the good luck charm didn’t work,” you smiled apologetically as you slipped the band onto his finger, to which Zandik scoffed.

“You know very well I do not believe in luck.” You only laughed, though it was mostly drowned out by multiple crashes and rocks falling all around you. Being buried was a fitting end, to be honest. No one else needed to know about the two of you. No one else needed to know your stories. It would be best if the two of you ended up forgotten, lost to time. Then, no one would be able to misunderstand or twist your relationship.

Despite all of the pains that had befallen you, the suffering and hardships, you could happily say you lived a good life. You were happy, so happy, thanks to Zandik. Zandik was what made this life worth living… so this was okay. You would have loved to have been cured and lived out many more happy memories with him but… this was alright. But the time was limited, so this conversation needed to be wrapped up in a way that would satisfy you.

“I love you, Zandik.” You don’t expect any response back because of your husband’s poor track record with saying those words. 

The times Zandik has said the words ‘I love you’ have admittedly been scarce and in-between despite the centuries he’s spent with you. It was a grand total of… two times. And both had been said when he thought you were sleeping. 

The first time had been in the Akademiya. It had been a while since you two were a couple, and he had yet to say it. You expected that obviously. But one random night, when you two were cuddling and drifting off into dreamland, you heard the three words mumbled into the crook of your neck. It took everything in you not to react.

The second time had been when you had recently woken up from your coma. Dottore was around you constantly, taking so many tests that it made your head spin, and you had to take naps more often than not. And once again, as you were just about to slip off into slumber, you heard the three words whispered as he gently bit your ear.

Surprisingly enough, the third time would be now. Perhaps because he had nothing to lose anymore, as it was the end.

“I love you as well, [Name].” Your eyes go wide for a few seconds before you grin widely one last time, and you give him a look that says ‘I know.’ Zandik watched your eyes flutter shut as you leaned down to his face, and he let himself be enveloped in your final kiss, neither of you paying attention to the shadows cast by the multitude of broken architecture about to fall on top of you.

Let the fairy tale come to a close.

—

“In his last moments, the raven was taken back to a memory from centuries ago. It was a memory where he was truly happy with his lovely sparrow.”

Zandik awoke to a blue sky and a gentle breeze. He blinked, immediately trying to gauge where he was. But then the sound of a familiar voice flooded his senses.

“And you know what this professor had the audacity to say to me, Zandik? ‘Figure it out!’ Like, you’re supposed to be helping me, not writing me off! You’re getting paid for this!” You were lying down on the grass next to him, hands folded as you huffed. “At least I have you, Zandik. Way better than any damn professor.” He blinks at you. 

Zandik remembers this moment. It was the day when exams and classes were finally over, and you wanted to relax before helping him with his experiments. And you also thought it was the perfect time to rant about all the professors you had to deal with over the last few months. But soon, you just started bringing up random things that occurred over the term. Zandik couldn’t remember the last time he saw you like this. Donning the Akademiya uniform, so happy and carefree… healthy, strong, like nothing in the world bothered you.

He found himself slightly smiling at how stupidly happy you looked, before reaching out to you. But as soon as merely his fingernails came into contact with you, you began to dissolve right in front of his eyes. Immediately, he stiffened and sat up, again trying to take hold of you but you were no longer there. Zandik’s hands began to shake, and that’s when he realized his surroundings were changing.

The blue sky was now fading away, becoming pitch black along with everything else that was chipping away, ready to swallow him whole into the darkness.

Ah, he understood now.

This was the end.

—

“Finally, the twisted raven met his fate.”

Or so he thought. Zandik woke up once more. Everything seemed normal at first, the blue sky was once again there and the Sumerian breeze caressed his hair. Until he realized there was a sticky substance coated all over his hands.

Blood.

This wasn’t an unfamiliar occurrence for him, after all, he would usually get hands-on with his experiments, but he had an… odd feeling about this. Zandik blinked and all of a sudden, there you were lying on the ground in front of him.

Dead. Coated with blood.

Did he… kill you?

All too quickly, before he could reach out to hold your body or begin to process what happened, he was suddenly somewhere else. The desert.

Zandik laid eyes upon you. What he would usually see was you complaining about the heat while you dug through the ruins. What he saw instead was an Eremite plunging a sword through you.

And again. This time he awoke to you being completely cold and limp in his arms. And again. It didn’t take his brain long for him to understand what was happening.

His victims and test subjects could torture him for eternity, yet Dottore would not feel bothered or a shred of remorse. It would be a useless endeavor. But this? This was the perfect punishment. 

His beloved being killed in front of him, by the world, by other people, by natural forces, by his own hands. And for all of the power and knowledge he once had, he was powerless to do anything yet again.

… How ironic, Zandik thought.

—

At last, the tiny Archon closed the storybook.

It had been ages since the events in this tale had taken place. The Fatui were no more, Celestia was gone, the Traveler had long left this world, and Teyvat was at peace. So much time, that the Outcast’s name no longer floated around the Akademiya, now long forgotten. The God of Wisdom herself had gained a tremendous amount of knowledge from all the years that had flown by. And even still, she has not forgotten this story.

Yet, in all of her wisdom, she still cannot hope to fully understand the raven and the sparrow. The Dendro Archon found herself coming back to this tale, trying to comprehend their actions and thoughts. She reads it aloud to herself, draws pictures, and crafts the tale with her own words, yet it only leaves her more lost. Perhaps one day she will understand. But perhaps she won’t. Perhaps no one ever will.

After all, there were only two people who would ever truly understand the bond between the raven and the sparrow. 

Zandik and [Name]. 

An unfriendly and cold scholar and a sweet and caring one.

An immoral villain and an accomplice.

A violator of this world’s laws and a supporter.

A Harbinger and an assistant.

Regardless of those titles, perhaps at the end of the day, they only saw themselves as one thing to each other.

Two people who loved each other as if nothing else mattered.

[autumn-hiraeth]

I saw your other fanfic about hobie and was wondering if you could do a fluff about that one scene were he says “ just for the record I quit “ can u do a fanfic about that

Stay safe drink water 🥰❤️

helloo, anon! 🎐 Hope you like it <3!

Runaways!

Hobie brown x reader

just fluff. drabble.

a/n: Hobie brown my beloved <3 find more here. " Hobie's masterlist"

You know Miguel is wrong, in fact, you've never seen him so upset in all the time you have known him and you also know that nothing Miles say to him will change his mind.

Miguel is so committed - obsessed - with canon events and that's the main reason you and hobie have to be "secret lovers".

Your train of thought stop when your lover, Hobie, kisses you on the neck as he pull you in, he likes it that way, your body against his.

"we should leave, luv" he whispers against the shell of your ear " we need to finish what we started in the morning" Hobie loves to tease you; he knows you wanna be discreet but it's so hard to keep his hands to himself.

Hobie likes physical contact, a lot.

"Hobie, my sweetheart, I can't" you reply and although Hobie loves it when you call him that, it's not the answer he's expecting.

"You're smarter than this Y/n, you and I know that this bullshit doesn't suit you " each word is pronounced after a soft kiss on your neck, Hobie brown knows how to distract you from such a tense moment.

"Then why are you still here?" His hand holds your jaw and gently turn your head so you can see his pretty eyes. His eyes that looks prettier when he looks only at you.

"Isn't it obvious?" he scoffs as if the answer was so simple.

"Dunno, do you like to bother Miguel?" you tease.

" 'm still here 'cuz I have to take care of my pretty girl" he says before pressing his soft lips against yours, you press closer against his body, making him sigh happily. His tongue slides into your mouth and his hips gently bump against yours.

You know Hobie so well you know if you keep kissing him he'll take you right there and he knows you so well he knows you'd take it.

So you break the kiss.

"Really? I thought I was the one who took care of you"

"Let's just say it's mutual" he murmurs and you hum, giving him another kiss on his soft lips. Your heart melts for all the love he gives you.

"Then take me home, Hobie" you whisper making him kiss you once more.

The kiss broke just as Miles escapes.

"Just for record, we quit" Hobie says before holding onto your waist and disappearing together.

[binniebakery]

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Non Idol AU Academic Rival!Beomgyu x Gn!Reader Enemies to lovers(?) fluff

Summary♡: Your number one enemy, Choi Beomgyu, always managed to ruin everything for you. So of course the one time you decide to let yourself relax on the school rooftop– you’re stuck with him–  just like you’ve always been since you both met.

Warnings♡: mentions of jumping off a roof as a joke, banter, slight cursing, little bit of angst sprinkled in but it gets resolved lol A/N♡: just in time for beomgyu's birthday... this was inspired by the song 'a lovely night' from lala land! to all my bamtoris: enjoy!

The sky began to be decorated with hues of gold and pink, not even the perfect strokes of an artist’s brush could replicate the way the sun’s rays peaked over the multitude of buildings and clouds.

You inhaled as the cool breeze washed over you, the temperature for the day slowly dwindling as the sun lay to rest, the moon soon to take over.

The Mathletes club had just finished its meeting and you were relieved of your duties for the day as president. Student organizations were allowed to stay after school hours, as long as they responsibly cleaned after their club activities. They were free to go home as teachers stuck around to grade papers and janitors monitored the buildings to ensure things were in order.

You leaned against the metal rails of the rooftop with closed eyes. This was the most peaceful you had felt since the school year had started. Finals were over and you could finally take a breath of fresh air– literally. You had been locked up in your room studying for weeks, in hopes of achieving that perfect grade.

You never gave yourself time to go out and have fun anyway. As vice president of the student council, you had a job to do: paperwork, maintaining the council image by appearing at all school events, helping solve issues of your fellow students— etcetera, etcetera. So finals were no exception to your busy schedule.

Friends were rare to come by. You had been deemed “nice, but secluded” by your classmates so hardly anyone had the confidence to approach you.

If only people got to know you better, sure they knew you were nice but if only they knew you loved karaoke, you watched a ton of anime, you loved music– just like them. There was so much more to you than studies but no one seemed to look past that stern persona you portrayed.

You sighed thinking about the loneliness you felt. It’s always been this way, but at least right now you had peace. It’s just you and the cicadas that began to hum and buzz as the sun went down.

At least it was peaceful.

The door behind you swings open and loud footsteps interrupt your moment of tranquility. You hear the soft sound of music carrying through the wind and you turn to spot class president Choi Beomgyu.

Of course. You just couldn’t have one thing.

Beomgyu’s dark hair swishes side to side as he bobs his head to the tunes playing from his headphones, eyes closed and mouth shaped into an ‘o’ as he sways further outside, oblivious to your presence. 

You cross your arms and stare as he continues his little performance, whistling to the sound of the notes playing from his headset. How could he even stand playing music so loudly? ‘He’s gonna lose his hearing by the time we graduate if he doesn’t fix that habit’ you think with a scowl.

“Ahem. Excuse me, earth to Choi.”

Beomgyu opens his eyes and looks at you with a face that resembles a cute puppy.

“Oh! Hey y/n. Whatcha doin’ here hanging at my spot?” He grins and you quirk an eyebrow at his question. His spot?

“I didn’t know you hung around here.”

“Yeah, every day after school. I come here to unwind from my presidential activities.” His tone changes into a silly accent at the end of his sentence and it almost feels to you that he was emphasizing how much he didn’t take his job seriously.

You still couldn’t believe this fool got chosen as student council president over you.

“Well, I’m also here to relax if you don’t mind.” You reply, tapping your foot impatiently.

“I mean I can leave if you want. I don’t wanna interrupt your sulking– or whatever you do for fun.” Beomgyu places a hand on his hip as if mocking you, and you scoff.

“I’m not that miserable, Choi.”

“Uhuh.. and can you please call me Beomgyu for once? Come on we’re classmates, not working at an office.”

“Alright fine! Beomgyu, jeez.”

“Nice job, you finally do something right!” His tone is so fake the words practically fall from the air from how much plastic they were made of.

“Can I say something? I’d honestly rather die than be stuck up here with you,” you mumble as you rest your head on the railing.

“You should just jump then,” he chuckles.

Your eyes couldn’t have rolled any farther to the back of your head. God he was so fucking stupid.

“You first Choi, be my guest!” You snap back, nothing pissed you off more than Beomgyu’s cocky tone.

“Call me Choi one more time and I’m gonna start calling you noona from how old you sound.”

“Well, I’m sorry I try to remain professional unlike you! Ugh, I’m fucking leaving!” You begin to walk back to the doors of the building until Beomgyu decides he wants to have the last laugh.

“Alright well, at least I can still have fun and be president!  I have fucking friends– unlike you.”

Ouch. Beomgyu: 1 You: 0

You’re not sure if you’re more angry or hurt but regardless tears threaten to form as you bite your lip unable to respond. Because he’s right.

You really don’t have any friends.

Beomgyu is popular, he makes everyone laugh, he's easygoing, he’s kind when he wants to be, and most of all he’s handsome. 

You internally kick yourself for thinking of that last part. Though as much as you hated to admit it, you did find him very attractive just like the rest of your school did.

Both of you were incredibly smart and since the day he transferred to your school, you were no longer alone at the top of your class.

You constantly tied with Beomgyu when it came to grades, and when you couldn’t it was always back and forth over who had the better score. You two were just too evenly matched.

You both always bickered about it. Finding yourself despising that Beomgyu was a person you weren’t. In a way, it felt like he was better. You wanted to be someone like him. Though you’d never tell him that.

And thus you hated him for it.

You inhale sharply and raise your sleeve to wipe your eyes. Beomgyu’s eyes widen as he watches you attempt to go back inside.

You pull.

You pull again.

It’s locked.

“Are you kidding me..” you mumble. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life. Your rival makes you cry and now he’s forced to watch you suffer as you’re locked up on the roof with him. “Y/n.. I- um.”

“Save it Beomgyu. Please just leave me alone” You whisper, eyes closed shut as your last attempt to stop your tears from falling. You plop yourself down at the railing that overlooks the streets and buildings of your small city.

Beomgyu knew he fucked up, he was used to teasing you but he realized he took it way too far this time. His eyes stay soft as he watches you curl up onto the ground, head leaning against the rails.

He walks over to you and sits next to you, unsure of how to respond to your weak sniffles. He had never seen you this vulnerable before. He never knew you were this vulnerable.

So he does the one thing he knows, he pulls an earbud out and places it into your ear.

You look over to him with wet eyes, and he lets out a weak smile.

“Such a shame, the sunset’s really pretty right now. Someone else would have probably enjoyed this view instead of us huh?”

Beomgyu interrupts the silence with a sigh. It was like he was attempting to lighten the mood after what he said. This was the first time he had actually shown that he (somewhat?) cared about you

“Hey. I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry y/n…” he begins as he scratches his neck, averting your gaze.

“If anything I’m kind of jealous. I don’t really know what to do with the fact that you’re so much more organized and better at things than me that I just let out my inner frustrations onto you. You don’t.. you don’t really deserve that though.”

His voice was calm and warm, and so quiet as if there was someone around that could hear his confession. The cicadas grew louder and the music playing in your ear felt like it was engraving itself into your brain, as if it was attempting to connect Beomgyu's mind to yours.

You look over at him and see that his face holds a tender gaze. Nothing like the loud and obnoxious class president you were used to.

“I can be serious too you know? Everyone seems to go to you for their problems because they see you as more responsible, but trust me when I say I’m just as sincere.” He begins to fidget with the wires of his earbuds.

“I study a lot, I never have time to go out to the arcade with my friends. All because I want to be just like you. So at school, I let myself loose and act carefree.”

You stare at him bewildered.

Had he really felt like this all along?

Beomgyu sends a text to one of your teachers and mumbles ‘they should be here soon’ as he lightly traces small circles on your arm.

You’re too shocked to speak, too attached to the warmth of his fingers tracing your skin.

So you two sit there just like that, allowing the playlist of songs to speak for yourselves. You and Beomgyu were never that close but in that moment, for the first time, it felt like you two had connected.

Beomgyu can’t help but stare at the way you close your eyes, silently mouthing the words to the lyrics of his favorite songs. The way the sunset’s hues outline your hair flowing in the wind, the way your nose and eyes have a soft reddish blush to them from crying. You looked so breathtaking in that moment.

As you finally regain your bearings, you look up to Beomgyu and he immediately curses at himself for letting you catch him staring.

“You know.. I always felt the same towards you. I wanted to be like you as well. I guess..” you bite your lip as you contemplate what to say next.

“I guess we’re more alike than we thought. Maybe we should’ve just made the effort to actually get to know each other, but instead we ended up here.” You softly chuckle and Beomgyu makes a mental note that he wants to hear you laugh more.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but you’re right.” He replies and you burst into laughter.

“Beomgyu you’re actually funnier than I’d like to admit,” you smile and lightly smack his shoulder.

“There you go, like hearing my name coming from you.”

Your face flushes with a rosy hue and you see Beomgyu’s ears are turning the same color as he plays with his shoelaces.

You’d never seen him this soft.  Usually, he was sure of himself and confident.

Was he flirting with you?

Moments of silence pass by at Beomgyu clears his throat.

“Crazy how this view.. Is so pretty..”

“Huh?” You tilt your head.

What was this sudden change of conversation topic?

“I mean, it’s kind of romantic, isn’t it?.. A shame that you uh- have feelings for me and I clearly don’t feel the same way towards you.”

Your jaw practically drops at his words. Beomgyu’s tone is playful but the way he hides into his hoodie, ears turning redder than before shows that he’s trying to indicate something else.

You smile and decide to play along.

“You know what. I’m frankly feeling nothing.”

“Is that so?"

“As a matter of fact Beomgyu, less than that.”

“Good to know we finally agree on something.”

“Yeah.” You both look over at each other.

And of course, neither of you could help but burst into a fit of giggles.

The crisp air entices you to scoot closer to him. Only because you were cold and not because you just needed to feel his body next to yours.

Totally not the latter.

The distant skyline is painted in shades of amber and rose, silhouetted against the fading light. You feel yourself relax again, and Beomgyu gently places your head on his shoulder. If you were any more receptive you could feel the way his heart beat louder than the bass of the music blasting through his headset.

Maybe this wasn’t such a total waste of a beautiful sunset.

[coriosbunni]

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ your lips my lips

pairing: modern!blue collar!billy the kid x fem!reader author's notes: just a small thing about our boy billy .. inspired by this couple that stopped outside of my dorm and when i was talking to my friend in the lobby, the couple was being in love in the middle of the window and i was damn near gonna break down they were so cute warnings: fluff :p i believe this man is a loverboy fr summary: a night with billy after not seeing each other in a while </3

a few days have passed since you had a date night with billy. he'd been busy at the workshop, building a few pieces for his clients while you were occupied with university work. he insisted on taking you out tonight, claiming that you both needed a break from the world just to be together.

of course, you didn't turn him down as the distance between you was starting to take its toll on you, as your schedules rarely aligned. even though you managed to keep in touch with him here and there, the brief moments of connection weren’t enough to ease the growing ache of being apart.

however, to avoid being behind on your schoolwork, you told him you couldn't stay the night with him as you needed time to study. he first protested this, claiming that you deserve a night free of work and responsibility. but as the stubborn girl that he knew you were, he reluctantly agreed to it.

he drove to your university's building and you excitedly opened the door to finally see billy. but your eyes caught sight of your favorite flowers, "billy! you shouldn't have!" you gasped as you settled your bag inside and sat down.

"what do you mean? i gotta get the prettiest flowers for my pretty girl," he replied, his heart-tugging at your bright smile at the flowers. he hands you the flowers as he starts to drive, you immediately put the flowers up to your nose to get a whiff of the scent.

your heart melts at the gesture and you instantly feel at peace being in his presence. you kiss him on his cheek, grateful for the flowers.

he was completely devoted to making you smile, always going out of his way to brighten your day because he loved you more than anything. your happiness meant the world to him, and he would do whatever it took to see that spark of joy in your eyes.

he drives you to your guy's favorite restaurant and you ask him what he's been up to. he proudly tells you about the bedroom set he's been building for this couple he met two weeks ago. expressing how he's been working hard for it which accounts for his lack of free time.

he asks you how schoolwork has been going, wondering if the stress has gotten to you as it usually does. you express how it has a little but you try not to get it to you but it can be too much.

he feels a little guilt for his lack of presence and your heart tugs at how sympathetic billy can be. he holds your hand a little tighter and brings the back of your hand up to his lips to kiss it.

your eyes lock after and theres this protective and safe aura that you always feel when you're with billy. he never fails to make you feel at home and comforted.

as soon as you see him, your stress melts away, and you forget why you were even worried. when billy is there, he shields you from your self-doubts about school, making everything feel right again.

you spend the night close to each other, savoring the precious time you have together. there is no doubt that your love language with billy is physical touch. your hands are always tangled together or your arms are looped around his. and whenever you can, you're always sitting next to each other.

you and billy savor the familiar ambiance of your favorite restaurant, relishing the warm glow of the dim lighting, the comforting aroma of your favorite dishes. the dinner goes on surrounded by the cozy atmosphere, feeling completely at ease, enjoying every moment together.

you get up after paying and head out for ice cream before he drops you off at your place.

the city hums quietly around you as you and billy wander through the streets, each step unhurried, savoring the calm of the night. you both hold onto your ice creams, the cool sweetness a perfect contrast to the warm summer breeze. his smile catches the glow of the streetlights, and you can't help but feel a lightness in your chest.

the laughter comes easily, conversations flowing effortlessly as you navigate the familiar paths. now and then, your shoulders brush, a small, reassuring touch that makes the world feel just a little bit smaller and a whole lot better.

in this moment, with billy by your side, everything seems just right. unfortunately, as the night goes on, your time together dwindles minute by minute.

you and billy slowly walk to the entrance of your building. your bag hung over his shoulders like the gentleman he is.

you turn to him pouting, not wanting the night with him to end. "i don't wanna leave you, who knows when i'm gonna see you again," you say sadly

"we'll see each other soon enough pretty, ill see you monday right?" he reassures, hiding his sadness to keep you hopeful and not too sad. he presses his lips gently against your forehead, trying to calm your worries.

as he pulls back, you wrap your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. your lips meet in a tender, lingering kiss, soft and slow, as if trying to savor every precious moment. the kiss deepens, filled with the warmth and affection you both share, making everything else fade away.

when you finally part, you hold each other in a tight embrace, both reluctant to let go. the hug is filled with unspoken words and a shared sense of longing, making it hard to separate as the night comes to an end.

"study hard for me, pretty," he says muffled by your hair. "don’t forget to take breaks, my love, please,’ he pleads, his voice filled with concern.

he continues, "i want you to remember that i’m here for you, always." you take a deep breath and rest your head against him, whispering, ‘I know, billy. I love you."

the thought of being apart again tugs at your heart, but knowing that he’s always looking out for you and there for you makes everything a bit easier to bear.

you slowly pull away from each other, savoring the final moments of your embrace. his gaze lingers on yours, and you both lean in for one last, tender kiss. the kiss is soft and lingering. as your lips part, you both feel a bittersweet mix of warmth and longing.

with a final, lingering gaze into each other's eyes, you ask him to text you when he’s safely home. he nods, his voice filled with affection as he says, "I love you."

"i love you more" you reply with a smile on your face, but before you turn to head back inside, he quickly replies. "noooo, i love you more" he teases; insisting on ending a night in a silly way.

you playfully roll your eyes at him and head inside, saying goodbye for the last time tonight. you walk to the elevator each step with the memory of your intimate night together. glad that you were able to see him after so long.

his words linger in your head and you become hopeful and excited for the next time your seeing each other.

[dollediary]

Glimpse of Us

PART ONE

pairings🎐: jungwon x fem!reader

genre🎐: angst

warnings🎐: none

word count🎐: 1.3k

point of view 🎐: third person omniscient

synopsis🎐: a breakup with your first love, jungwon.

author’s note: i’m dissatisfied with this, but here you go. i decided not to make it a series because it just doesn’t resonate with me. i will be making another series instead! anyways requests are open, send em in!!

the room was silent besides the soft beeping sounds coming from the game jungwon was playing. y/n, as usual, sat behind him on the bed, playing with her hands quietly while he remained focused on the screen in front of him.

it was always like this. he’d be so busy with extracurricular activities at school to the point where she’d feel forgotten, then he’d always end up inviting her over to his place with the promise that he’d make it up to her, only to give in to his friends’ request to play video games instead. and just like the other times, he notices her silence. even if it’d be hours after it originally occurred, he’d always notice it. not turning from the active screen in front of him, he nudges her with his elbow making her move further back on the bed as a result.

eyebrows scrunching in confusion, he asks, “what’s wrong?”. she lets out a silent breath and shrugs her shoulders despite him not being able to see it. “nothing,” she tells him after he doesn’t respond to the unseen gesture, and he doesn’t know why, but it annoys him. obviously something was wrong otherwise the air wouldn’t be suffocating him with the tension in the room. he almost pauses the game just to rub his temples, but instead he just begins hitting the keys rougher to get out the frustration he was already beginning to build up.

“can you just spit it out, y/n?” he makes an effort to slowly turn his head back and look at her while he asks the question. and even though she’d been burning a hole through the back of his head since she started being quiet, his words caused for her to avert eye contact. she stays quiet, making him roll his eyes. he gets up and turns the game console off and throws the controller on the carpeted floor. with a sigh, he lets his body fall backwards to lay on his back. "tell me while i still care,” his tone was cold, nearly emotionless if his annoyance didn’t slip out.

she then puts her hands on her lap and turns to him suddenly making him look right at her. “why do you say things like that? you’re just rude for no reason.” he cocks an eyebrow. “because it’s the only thing that works with you. and it shouldn’t matter how i approach you if i mean well.”

she lets out a dissatisfied sigh and looks away once again, crossing her arms as she goes back to giving him the cold shoulder, not saying anything in response. he hums. “why do you give m silent treatment thing when it’s obvious you want to talk about an issue that you have? i don’t understand why you contradict yourself.”

“because it’s not in my heart to fight with you. that’s the only thing that comes out of expressing my feelings at this point,” her words are hushed as though she were afraid of that sentence alone making him angry with her. he only stays silent as a result leaving her in disbelief, almost scared to speak, but it was already too late to turn back.

“honestly, what do you think of our relationship?” she asks, her heart beating fast as her hands start shaking. she plays with her fingers as she waits for his confusion to subside. “uh, i guess it’s fine. there’s nothing i can really complain about now that we’ve been together this long. why?

“jungwon,” y/n sighs as she looks away still unsure if she was ready to have this conversation with him, despite it being the only constant thought in her head for the past few weeks that they’d grown accustomed in this mentally exhausting routine. “i’m at the point where i don’t even feel like your girlfriend anymore, you neglect me and ignore me all the time. and now, you’ve made yourself more than comfortable being rude to me whenever i have an issue.”

he gets up from where he was laying down to look at her. “y/n what the hell are you talking about? i neglect you? how? we’re together all the time. that doesn’t even make sense. i literally ditch my friends to be with you ALL the time, i couldn’t even tell you the last time i’ve seen them in person, outside of school, because i spend all the free time i have with you,” he pauses and lets out a deep breath to recompose himself otherwise his emotions would start to say things that he didn’t really mean. “you know, you’re not being fair to me.”

“i have never forced you to be around me instead of your friends nor have i ever asked you to. and what good is it being with you so much if i can’t even get more than a two minute conversation out of you when im with you for hours everyday after school before i even think of going home. why is it always me being unfair, jungwon? why am i always the blame for everything? i don’t even ask you for a lot,” wiping away the tears that began spilling, she glares at him even though all she wanted to do was frown. she never felt any anger when it had anything to do with jungwon. he didn’t bring those emotions out of her. but she didn’t want to look weak, so hiding her sadness behind anger felt like it would protect her heart from anything that could go down.

“you are so insufferable, you know that?” his words seem to slap her across the face, leaving a bad sting in her heart that would only hurt more with each breath she took. Insufferable. “we were doing so good lately. why do you always have to find a reason to be mad at me or get upset?”

the words numb her for a second and for the first time in the dreadful longevity of their relationship so far, she finally felt like this wasn’t worth it. she gets up from the bed and turns to him “no, i’m not insufferable, i’m miserable being with you. i deserve to be happy without feeling guilt for pursuing that.” her lack of emotions scared him, but he refused show it. he never did.

“let’s break up, jungwon.” the world felt a weird sense of calm and quiet, and jungwon was sure it stopped spinning too. his eyes widen then soften as his eyebrows pull down with a frown. it hurts was the only thing he could think as his eyes glistened ever so slightly. he wanted to scream. he wanted to get on his knees and look at her with pleading eyes and beg for her to stay. to tell her he’s sorry and would fix everything, or that he’d change, but, he was only a man. and as a man he refused to let her know that he didn’t want this. it just wasn’t the kind of person he was.

“fine,” his words break the uncomfortable silence, replacing it with heartache as he barely looked her in the eyes instead looking past her body to further show that he had a lack of regard. “do what you want.” her heart breaks from his inability to put up a fight, but she only nods as she bites the inside of her cheek. that was the sign she needed. she knew for certain that it was really over this time. “now get out of my house. i’m tired of looking at you already,” his tone held a coldness that almost froze her over, she blinked away a few more silent tears with small sniffles as she left without a word, and he knew she was crying by the sound of her sobs disappearing the further she got away from his room, but he only silently laid back down, closing his eyes. it wasn’t his problem to worry about anymore.

[dollyyss]

I heard Craig's gang 👀 could I please request how they are when cuddling with the reader? I live for fluff and your fluff is scrumptious

Oh you most definitely heard right I love Craig’s gang so god damn much omg IM SO HAPPY TO START WRITING FOR THEM I’ve recently been re watching South Park and I’m on season six rn and I always forget how much tweak cracks me the fuck up.

Sorry if these are a bit short I’m playing the sims and currently making South Park characters..

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Craig’s gang and how they cuddle!

Established Relarionship ₊ ⊹

All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡

Craig, Clyde, Jimmy, Tolkien and Tweak 𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none that I know of!

Craig𓇢𓆸🀥🎐‧₊˚☼󠁍

- Craig is the face to face type. He likes burying himself under his blanket with you listening as you speak about nothing and everything, his hands circling your hips as he stares into your eyes.

-he also finds this convenient, anytime he wants a kiss from you he can easily press his lips to yours and watch you get so giddy.. but like Kenny And Stan.. he smells like cigarettes mf is always smoking and no matter how many times you tell him to stop.. he doesn’t. Oops. So your cuddles are always filled with your nostrils being abused by the smell of cigarettes.

-he’s pretty quiet when cuddling, he’ll usually have some video on in the background and if not a video then he’s passed out. When he’s awake, he’s lazily rubbing his nose against yours, chewing at his bottom lip occasionally while he searches your face.

-“ you look.. so pretty/handsome..” “Craig tucker, shut up” he chuckles whilst watching you cover your face in embarrassment, he’s quick to grab your hands and place them around his waist and nuzzle his face closer.

-he’s a sweet pea.

Clyde ִ ۫ ۫ ּ ִ⠀🫧 ׁ ˳

- He’s a baby. A big baby. So when he cuddles he’s also the face to face type. But more face in your chest.

-play with his hair, he’s such a sucker for it, the man will melt instantly either falling asleep almost immediately or he’s whining at how nice it feels. His hands will grip your back or he’ll have one hand gripping your waist.

-he can be a bit kissy, like I said he’s a big baby so he’s most likely all over you, he’s grabbing your hands to put them in his hair, his lips are all over your chin, lips, cheeks. He’s just a sleepy cuddly man. He’s also quite the fucking cry baby, so when you’re angry at him and he can’t fucking take it anymore he’ll come to your place teary eyed and you’re immediately up in your room with him cuddled close to you, face and chest as he sniffles “I’m sorry baby..”

Jimmy౨ৎ'🌙 .

-lay on him. He’s letting you do it because he doesn’t wanna get up for hours on end. He’d lay there with you for an eternity and more. He likes having your head on his chest while he rubs your back. You’ll be curled up in his blanket while he closes his eyes and hums gently

-he likes to tell you silly jokes, even if some may not be funny you still find a way to laugh at how silly he’s being. He looks at you for a moment to make sure your laughing before laying his head back on his pillow and smiling.

-a part of him hates that his legs just don’t work.. because he’d be curled up all around you, legs wrapped in yours but he’s more then happy to have you lay on him and do it for him.

- “wanna hear a j-joke?” “JIMMY.”

Tweak 🥠 ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

-he’s a nervous baby, so Initially he won’t start the cuddling first, he waits for you. He thinks too much about where to place his hands where to place his head, where to place his body. He doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable.

- but when he does get close and cuddly he’ll let you snuggle close, he’ll open his arms and let you wiggle in to be the little spoon.

-surprisingly he’s usually the big spoon. He enjoys being able to curl against your form, his nose buried deep into your hair to breathe you in, you relax him more then you’ll ever know. His shaky hands are pressed to you and not roaming but feeling you as he slowly closes his eyes, hands gripped onto you and he curls to match the form your body is in. He usually ends up falling asleep. You’re his safe space and you’re cuddles are just too fucking good he can’t help himself but to close his eyes and drift into a sleep he told himself not to.

-he does. But he does listening to the hum of your voice to the sweet nothings you whisper to him to relax him.

“Do- do you think the underpants gnomes will.. ever come back?” He says some weird things sometimes. “What’s happens if the world explodes while we’re asleep we won’t even know! We wouldn’t have been able to do what we would have wanted to do before it exploded!” You only shake your head against the pillow and snuggle closer to his chest as he laid on his side “shh tweak, nothings gonna happen relax my love” he breathes in deeply with you before breathing back out and hiding his face in your hair.

Tolkien

-he’s got two ways of cuddling. He lays on his back whilst he has you at his side, legs sprawled over his own legs as you lay over his arm, the arm what wraps you up and pulls you in. He’s usually in a tired mood when he cuddles like this.

-he makes sure you’re comfortable, pressing a few kisses here and there to your forehead to allow you to feel at ease. If you ever stay the night with him and you guys end up cuddling together talking about his latest campaign he’s been doing with his friends, asking your opinion on wether or not he should do something next for it, sometimes he’ll even read to you, anything you want and he’ll do it until your passed out on him. He pulls the blanket up to your shoulders and tell you “sweet dreams” as he drifts off into his own sleep. He’s such a gentleman.

-His other form of cuddling? He literally just lays his head on your ass. He only does this when you both are just hanging out, he’s most likely scrolling on TikTok making you break your back just to look at something he finds so funny. It’s also the other way around. You could be playing a game on your phone and when you see Tolkien laying on his stomach you head is on his ass IMMEDIATELY. “Baby it can’t be that comfy.” “Tolkien babe, have you seen your ass not only is it good looking but it’s so comfortable” he laughs softly and goes back to watching his TikTok’s while he listens to you okay on your phone.

[satorsra]

Chilly

wc: 673

notes: that one interview where gege said that gojo doesn't sleep much/get enough sleep :( when i find you gege.

🎐.ೃ࿐

It’s around that time of year where you go to sleep with the windows open because it’s super hot, and wake up freezing from the chilly early morning air.

And so here you are, despite being under the blanket you feel goosebumps all over your body. There should be a giant white-haired heater next to you, but as you shuffle and feel around for him, you’re met with an empty bed.

You slowly peek your head out from under the covers. The sun hasn’t risen yet so the room is still dark, but you still scan around the room in hopes of finding him. He did tell you that he had a day off today, so where could he be? Did they call him in for some emergency? Maybe he was just in the bathroom. He normally wakes up periodically like this, but doesn’t usually leave until he tells you and places a kiss on your temple.

Your thoughts get interrupted by a sharp breeze that makes your whole body shudder, grabbing your phone and hiding under the covers again.

Where are you?

You sent the message, but contemplate on if you should’ve just called him. Woulda been faster maybe.

[toru <3] Miss me?

Your phone dings as he replies instantly.

Just answer the question please.

[toru <3] Ugh. I’m downstairs, what’s wrong?

What the hell are you doing downstairs? Come back here??

[toru <3] Aw, feeling lonely?

You could see the little “typing” bubble from his end and you already know he’s gonna say something dumb.

I’m freezing, come close the window.

[toru <3] Close it yourself >:(

No :(( plus what’re you even doing, come and sleep.

[toru <3] Can’t though, that’s why I came down here and got myself somethin’ to eat.

You okay?

[toru <3] I’m okay, princess.

Your heart swells at his gentleness, and you start to feel bad for him. He doesn’t get much sleep plus he’s so overworked. You’re about to suck it up and just close the window yourself when he sends another message.

[toru <3} I’m coming btw, want a snack?

You chuckle at him for asking, because only he’d have a snack while most of the world is still sleeping.

Nah just some water, thanks :p

[toru <3] Suit yourself love.

He slowly creeps in the room a minute later, sauntering over to your side of the bed and setting the water down on the side table. “Thanks.” You whisper and lower the blanket so that only the top half of your face is out and he smiles. His soft smile never ceases to make you smile as well. 

Another crisp breeze breaks you two from your trance.

“Crap, it is cold.” He says with an exaggerated shiver and goes over to window to close it.

“All done, can my baby go back to sleep now?” He asks with a grin.

“Yes, but only if you get back in here.” Patting the spot next to you on the bed. He walks over to your side of the bed again and bends down to place a kiss on your cheek. A sweet and gentle action, followed by him doing a somersault over your body and onto his side of the bed, an “oof!” leaving your mouth.

He chuckles. “Sorry baby, couldn’t waste a second. Had to get on the bed asap!” You roll you eyes with a smile at his comment as he pulls the blanket over him.

“D’you wanna try sleeping again? C’mere.” You ask, but it was barely a question since your arms already brought his head down to lay in the crook of your neck, bodies close, and legs tangled.

You lazily run your fingers though his hair, earning you a low hum in satisfaction. “Keep doing that and I might just.” He mumbles against your skin.

So you keep at it despite the sleep tugging at your eyes. You’d stay awake for hours if it meant he could sleep even another minute. But you know he would do the same for you.

✎ canada weather is so annoying fr.

[leafzu]

Valentines Day with the Free! Boys 🌹

𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙮𝙖 🍰꒷︶꒦

Natsuya is a gentleman(child).

He crushes on you every time he's with you. It's like highschool all over again.

He's very romantic. Will write you a love letter, and put his favorite picture of you two in it. Takes you to an amusement park and gets you cute plushies from the claw machines. (Not to mention how you two share a cotton candy, it’s so freaking cute >_<)

He's so soft with you. Always holding your hand. You're very playful with Natsuya, so when you boop his nose with yours he just gets so flustered and melts internally, even though he's a grown man.

Gifts you a mixtape with all the songs he dedicates to you. (And the songs that reminds him of you.) Man's is just smitten for you.

“Gosh.. why’d you have to be so cute” Natsuya mumbles under his breath as he watches you play an arcade game.

𝙍𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙤𝙠𝙖 🦈꒷︶꒦

Soft loverboi.

He might look tough, but for you he's so soft.

Would get you small little gifts which remind him of you, because you're adorable.

Would probably take you for a long drive.

He's a pretty chill guy but gives you the princess treatment.

“You always look beautiful baby.” Rin says and kisses your head.

𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙠𝙞 🧸꒷︶꒦

The stoic (but loving) man.

Shows he doesn't care much about Valentine's Day, but internally he's panicking about what to get you, where to take you.

He takes you for a picnic. A cute afternoon picnic.

And all the food is made by Sousuke. He makes all your favorite dishes and snacks.

Also gets you a cute hair accessory 'cause he loves your hair and loves to play with it.

Sousuke hums softly as he plays with your hair. Your head on his lap. “Hm? No, I'm not-… blushing....” He pouts (Because he is!!)

𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙖 🎐꒷︶꒦

Malewife incoming.

This man, is so sweet. He would give you a love letter telling how much he loves you and what he appreciates about you.

Would take you to a cute cat cafe. (Because he loves cats so much and ofc you.)

Would buy you your favorite flowers.

He gets so shy when you hold hands. He loves your soft hands.

You stand on your tip toes and kiss Makoto's forehead as he leans down a little. “H-Huh..I-...” Poor baby was at a loss for words.

“-love you too.”

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙠𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙚 🐬꒷︶꒦

The dense but cute one.

Now Haru might be dense in most (romantic) cases but he knows about Valentine's Day and what's it about.

He makes mackerel for you :> (Please eat it even if you don't like it poor man made it with love.)

Sets up a romantic pillow fort with fairy lights and candles.

You both cuddle and watch movies all night. And of course, he didn't forget your gift. Gets you matching starfish rings with him.

“Cute,” he mumbles as he sees your figure asleep on his chest.

. ♡

[lunamochii]

NYCTM: A moment with you || part IV

neteyamxfem!human reader

🎐content warning; little bit of angst, jealous neteyam, 🎐fluff [trust me on this one]

🎐a/n; no synopsis since I tend to slip away💀 as usual your feedbacks will encourage to write more! Reblogs are okay🤍 Enjoy reading!

edit: I finally fix🥹 after posting this I went to sleep right away.

3.6k words. part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5

“Can someone switch places with me? If staring can cause death, you guys would be crying right now”

Tilting your head slightly to take a glance on the man who just touch your face just a while ago. His stares is so deadly that you can tell, a hole is being drilled at the back of your head

“Maybe if you are not so close to Nate, he will stop”

Brows arching you turn to look at Spider who is eating. He shrug his shoulder as if his words were a matter of fact. You let out a annoyed huff and went to sit beside Max. All of you are gathered here since Jake invited you to take part with the celebration

You finish your food quickly and excuse yourself to go to the hut where the Sully family arranged for you and the others to have a space to put your things while you guys are here. Grabbing your bag, you pull out your diary and stare down at the drawings. Your mind immediately eases as you let out a sigh, if everything’s coming down all you have to is stare at this drawings and your mind will immediately be at ease

“Hey, you good?”

Nate had followed you noticing the discomfort you were feeling, you nodded and the man sat beside you. Resting your head on his shoulders, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulder

“I know Max told me to take it easy but how? These memories just keeps on coming like a flood”

Nate hum and his fingers carress your arm making you relax, closing your eyes you let everything go away. When Nate came into your life, he help you get back to your own feet. He was there through ups and down, supporting you on whatever your antics were

One time, you questioned him on what is the white thing that is falling down the sky. He told you the meaning of it and what are the fun things to do with it. The moment you ask him to teach him how, he held your hands and lead you outside. You can still remember the two of you playing and laying down while laughing to your hearts out

“Want to get away from here? I know you have been dying to see all the corners of this forest”

You immediately move away and look at him, you can’t hold back your smile

“You really know how to comfort me huh?”

“Ofcourse! What are friends for?”

You laugh and the two of you ran out, away from there.

Neteyam notices that you didn’t come back neither the man who pulled you away from him earlier, eyes meeting his. Oh how much he want to send the man flying across the other side

“I see you, Y/N”

He was about to hug when someone pulled you and put you behind him. He let out a low groal, the man before him look at him with displeased and Neteyam wanted nothing more to punch him straight on the face

“Get back. She’s not someone you can touch easily.”

“You—“

“Bro! Let’s get you dress up for the celebration!”

Lo’ak intervened and drag Neteyam away from the scene, Neytiri hiss at Nate before following her sons. Spider push Nate not too hard and glared at him

“You are the one who can’t touch Y/N easily, dimwit”

Neteyam got up and was about to go to the hut where his father provided for you but he saw two figures running. He caught a glimpse of your hair and immediately decided to follow but he wish, he didn’t.

Your smiling face, hands being held by someone other than him, warmth that was only for him to feel. If only he have his bow right now, he would of shot that man’s face

“Look at this Nate! This is so cool!”

Neteyam watch you from a far, how you took off your shoes to let your toes feel the ground. How you twirl around, your sweet voice. Ah, his hopelessly inlove with you.

“Aren’t they pretty?“

He heard you ask and he swear to Eywa, he could have revealed himself and strangle the man’s neck when he tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear

“Yeah… so pretty”

Although your reaction made Neteyam’s heart calm down as you only laugh and ressume admiring the beauty of his home.

‘That’s right. You don’t deserve her affection, skxawng’

“Sorry for this…”

You shyly whispered but that didn’t escape the Olo’eyktan’s ears, making him smile. For you to be riding with his ikran, your back press to his chest. You simply wish that this ride will end swiftly. You didn’t think he would offer to take you with him, I mean, it’s Neteyam! The Olo’eyktan!

‘For the love of God, calm my heart down’

“Do you want to see more? The view when you’re above the forest is majestic!”

Lo’ak said making you get intrigued more, it’s been a month now ever since you came back and you can say that you have seen most of the things on the forest now. So what Lo’ak just suggested just made spark something inside you

“Really?! Then me and Nate can fly through aircraft. We can fo—“

“No no! We will ride our ikrans~ I promise you that it will be better than riding those”

You look at Nate who is sitting beside you, he looked at you and just nod

“Then maybe we can ride with you Lo’ak? me and her”

Lo’ak click his tongue and wave his hands. He stood up and place his hands on the side of his hips

“You are flying with me Nate”

You look at the younger Sully if that’s the arrangement. Then who’s going to take you? A smirk appeared on Lo’ak’s lips then his eyes move to look at the person who just came in

“Oh don’t worry Y/N! My big bro will fly with you!!”

Neteyam suddenly maneuvered his ikran to sideways and you let out a yelp and you couldn’t help but grab tight on his arms, this earn a laugh from him. He touch your arm and whispered something that you can’t help but open your eyes

“I got you. Open your eyes and witness the beauty of Eywa’s creation”

You first let out a breath to relax yourself and when you feel the steady movement you slowly open your eyes and can’t help but gasp

Mountains floating, water falling from it. Kinds of birds you haven’t seen flying past by you and Neteyam. You look down and saw the incredible view, if the forest looks so pretty from the ground what more from above?

“Told ya you would enjoy it! Now let’s go HIGHEEEER!!! Wooohhooooo!!!”

“LO’AKKKKK!!!!!!!”

You heard Lo’ak and Nate scream but more like Nate’s is screaming for his life. You nervously laugh and turn slowly to face Neteyam

“You surely wouldn’t right?”

He smirk at you and your face went pale

“Hold tight, girlie”

You scream when his ikran suddenly fly up high that you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his. You swear you blurted out all the bad words you know, making Neteyam just laugh at your reaction

“You can open your eyes now. You wouldn’t want to miss this”

“No! If I’m to open them, I will die!”

Neteyam let out a chuckle and wrap his one arm around your waist, you grip more tightly on his other laugh with his sudden move, he lean down so he can whisper into your ears

“I won’t let you go, I promise”

Something in his words assured you so you took your time calming yourself, when you were calm enough. You open your eyes and saw the sea of clouds before you, the sun settling above but it’s warm doesn’t hurt your eyes neither your skin. You can feel a different kind of warm radiating from the sun

“Beautiful…”

Neteyam look at your expression, it’s the same expression you had when you two were flying together

“Yes, very beautiful”

After some time all of you decided to go down now as the eclipse is nearing. You can feel your legs being all wobbly the moment you got down, luckily Neteyam is there to hold you. Still remembering how his arms were wrap around your waist, blush creep into your cheeks

“Thank you for today, Neteyam”

“No worries. Although I want to show you something and I know you haven’t gone there”

You tilt your head at the side and was about to ask him when a arm forcefully grab you

“Nate! Did you see th—“

“Let’s go home. Max must be worried”

“Huh? But…”

You turn to look at Neteyam and he have this expression that can be interpreted that he wants to tackle Nate down. You grab your arm away from Nate and ran to Neteyam

“Let’s go some other time, yeah? See you Neteyam!”

You said and wave goodbye to him as you angrily walk pass by Nate.

Neteyam watch you disappear from his sight, looking at his hands that was touching you today. Lo’ak notice this and elbowed his brother

“So? Did you manage to catch her attention this time?”

Neteyam laugh and put his arm around his brother’s shoulder and the both of them walk towards their home

“You should have throw that annoying fly. He won’t die, I just know that”

Lo’ak fake a shock expression

“Damn! That came from our olo’eyktan? You’re crazy bro”

Neteyam shake his head with a smile on his lips

“Just crazy in love brother”

This morning Norm and Max told you that they need to show you something, it was something that you have achieved before you got knock out, yeah you called your disease like that. It’s already afternoon and you are bored to your hearts out waiting for them to come back, you want to go out but the chance of you seeing Neteyam might be the cause of your anothe knock out

“One more kiss?” Neteyam beg

“Fine!”

You can feel your face heating up and you immediately bury your head on the pillow screaming, unlike all of the memories you have been seeing, all of them are blurry but this time, it was so clear that you can’t brush it off

‘Just who is Neteyam to my life?!’

“That brother, is you call a human about to become a worm”

Your head whipped at the side so fast you heard something crack, you rub your neck and glared at Spider who came in with Lo’ak and Kiri

“Everyone! Except with that person whose name is disgusting”

Lo’ak laugh and lightly hit Spider on the chest, Kiri giggled as she walk towards you

“Hey Kiri! Here to see Dr. Grace again?”

“Yes! I would love to have a chat with you but I’ll talk to my mother first~”

You laugh and let her go, you know how much she loves her mother. You watch the three of them hang out and you can definitely say that they are close, then you remembered how Lo’ak said that you’d choose hanging out with Neteyam. Maybe that’s why you have those memories with him! But then what about the…

“Waahhhh!!!!”

“Have you finally gone crazy?”

“Max! Norm! I have been waiting! Now what is it you are going to show me?”

The two men look at each other and told you to follow them, they led you to a room and notice that a white cloth is covering something. You see all the monitors as is monitoring something

“And??”

You impatiently remark and Norm told you to calm as they prepare something, you notice a pod that they opened then Max walk over to remove to the cloth and your jaw drop, not literally but you know

“This… this is like Dr. Grace..”

You muttered under your breath and walk around it, you see it flinch as if it’s just sleeping. Features similar on how you look.

“This is what you achieved on such a young age, the moment you tried it out, you were sprinting out only for your heart to lead a failure”

You clench your fist, you have a vague memory of it. Turning to look at Max who is looking at you

“Do you.. do you want to try it again? We figured out that it is time for you to freely explore Pandora. Your body is stronger now, I’m sure you will be okay.”

You glance at the avatar then back to Max, your heart already thumping fast but something is telling you, whispering that if you do this. You will certainly remember the true purpose on why you created this, why you pursued making this

Neteyam is busy on sharpening his hunting tools together with his hunting party when he notice the commotion, several Na’vi ran to take a look and all of them looks like they are circling on something

“Back off! If he sees you guys, he will surely rip your throats out”

Hearing the voice of his brother he immediately stood up, the people made way for him his gaze drop at the woman standing before him. He recognize those garments, it belongs to his sister but the person who’s wearing it is not his sister

He ran down his gaze throughout your body then back to meet your gaze, you bit your lower lip and tuck a strand of your hair

“H-Hi… Neteyam…”

Lo’ak’s lips is curve up into a smile seeing how dumb his brother look, well, all of them were also like this. You look pretty, you can easily rival to the women who is said to be beautiful on the clan

“Y/N…”

You were about to reply when Neteyam suddenly pulled you into a hug, burying his face on the crook of your neck. This earn a mad blush from you as you let out a nervous laugh and patted his back

“Sorry! It’s just… wow!”

You can’t help but laugh and the feeling of you being here, feels like that you belong here. Especially beside Neteyam.

At the other side Jake together with Neytiri, Max and Norm is watching all the commotion, they can’t help but still feel a little bit of worried but they know that this time, Neteyam won’t let anything happened to you. Although all Jake that wants now is for you to remember his son, to remember your love for him. If that’s not too late…

Jake’s eyes narrowed down at Nate who is clenching his fist, as he watch you smile and giggle to whatever Neteyam says to you. Something is bugging Jake about this young man but he decided to take care of it later as he doesn’t want to miss the happy moments of his son

—

Five months have passed and you earn yourself a place on the clan, Neteyam was the one who teach you their way just not to feel left out, he also trained you on how to get yourself a ikran

On those months you have also concluded that you like him, not because of the memories that keeps on coming back but because you saw how he cares for you whether you’re in your human form or avatar form. Neteyam is always true to you

“Remember that time when I told you that I wanted to show you something?”

You two sat on a trunk, the two of you were out hunting as you were ask by Neytiri to hunt with Neteyam. Who are you to decline when it’s your chance to get a moment with him?

“Yeah, but we got so busy these days…”

“Mhm but wanna go there now?”

You look at the animals you bought have catch

“What about this?”

“I’ll just put that at the back of my ikran.”

You finally agreed and the both of you called your ikran. While waiting for your ikrans, you tried to speak to him

“Thank you by the way…”

He turn to look at you, he look so pretty while leaning the back of his body with the help of his hands that is place on both of his sides. Your eyes flutter and you hug your knees, resting your head on top of it, facing him

“Thanks for helping me overcome my fear of heights. I mean, what’s the use of this if I’m afraid right? So yeah, thanks..”

Neteyam smiled softly and move closer to you as he put his hand on your cheeks, thumb rubbing circle on your cheek. The cold air is slowly turning into warm, staring straight to his eyes you felt as if you were being pulled

For it to be only disappear when both of your ikrans arrived making you both jump away from each other

“L-Let’s go!”

You said and connected your queue to your ikran and hop on, you fly up ahead of him not wanting to let him see your expression right now. For sure, you look incredibly stupid right now

Seconds later Neteyam was right beside you with his ikran

“Follow me”

You nodded and the both of you fly throughout the sky but Neteyam’s heart is telling him to fly with you. You in front of him, his arms on your waist. Minutes later he found a spot and landed on it. You followed thinking this is it

“Here already?”

“No but can.. can you ride with me?” You look at him puzzled “But I am already?” Neteyam let out a breath, he made a space and patted it as he stare directly at you

“Here by my side, please?“

Your grip to your ikran hardened, not breaking a second of contact on his eyes you nodded, you disconnected your queue from your ikran and press your forehead against it’s own and told her to go back for now

Your ikran as if understanding you flew away and you walk towards Neteyam, his ikran bend down making it easy for you to ride, he still help you though by placing his hand on your hips

“Thank you”

You can only nod at your head when his breath fan against your left cheek. You heard him command his ikran to resume flying, feeling the cold air you can’t help but admire the stars that are twinkling, the moons that shine brightly. You felt him poke your side and you glance at him and he motion you to look down

When you look down you were taken back by how every plant is glowing, you can even see a pond that is glowing, fireflies dancing above the water, you were enjoying the view when Neteyam maneuvered his ikran to fly a little bit higher and you can’t help but be at awe on how everything ahead of you is just plants, trees that are glowing softly. Animals noices that you can’t identify what’s what.

“Everything is so beautiful! Neteyam! Thanks for…”

You turn slightly to look at him but you caught him looking at you, tears threatening to fell down but your hands quickly found it’s place to his face

“What’s wrong?“ you ask, worried. He only shook his head

“I lied Y/N. The place I wanted you to see, it’s non-existent. The only place I want to be is to be beside you..”

You look straight at his eyes and you felt his hand gently grab yours as he kiss your palms, then kiss your knuckles

“Neteyam.. you..”

He nestled his face on your hands and look at you

“All I ever wanted throughout these years is for you to be finally beside me and now that you’re here… it still feels that you are far away…”

“What are you saying?” He cup your cheeks and place a soft kiss on it

“I don’t care if you don’t remember me, we can make memories again. Just don’t leave me again, please? I don’t know if I can live knowing you will leave me again..”

You notice your years trailing down from your eyes to your cheeks, you touch it and felt your heart breaking seeing him cry, Neteyam always look tough. Him leading their clan to a successful hunt. He always look stern around his family, this side of his is surely a new to you

“Do you like me?” You ask, Neteyam let out a laugh and lean his forehead to yours

“Like? I see you, Y/N. Never have I stop loving you, it’s always you. Always”

He grab your hands and along with his he position to your stomach, hands intertwined. He claim your lips as you made no protest. You two shared a kiss that was supposed to be shared long time ago, he pulled away and kiss your eyelids, nose then put a quick kiss on your lips. You both smiled and your head remain rested on his shoulder as you both conitnue flying throughout the sky, while holding each other

“I see you, Y/N”

“I see you, Neteyam”

—

In case you guys are wondering, NO, this is not the ending😊

Y/N fell in love with him all over again! And Neteyam?! Hello! He have always love you, not wanting to choose anyone other than you! But wait! As they say, when everything is going fine there will be always storm charging towards you, right? So yeah, sit tight and enjoy the upcoming parts!

Also can I read some of your favorite part of this chapter? How you feel on this update? Please leave a comment!

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[kkuzushi]

I forgot it's my birthday today(22/10), I swear this is gonna be my last request for this month! 😭 Happy birthday fluff moment with scara? :3 thank you so much🫶🏻

- 🎐 anon

Happy birthday, dearest🎐anon! Your requests are always appreciated in my blog, no need to worry about the amount. Enjoy this drabble and especially your day. <3

The warm afternoon sun barely peeked through the towering trees you were under, leaves shading you from the rays. No rain today it seems—perfect weather for a stroll, no?

Kids passed by you, running and chasing each other with joyful glee on their faces. You smile, affected by their own cheerful demeanor. “Don’t go too far from the village,” you reminded. They nod to your words before continuing their own little game.

Once they’re out of your sight, you turn your gaze back to the path you were on, that is until a familiar, whimsical-looking creature at the corner of your eye appears. Quickly, your eye flickered towards it.

It’s an Aranara. The small creatures that often follow you around, although this one was colored in the palette of cyan. Its hat-like structure on the head makes you remember a certain individual.. You chuckle at the thought before noticing how the creature is now right beside your foot.

You tilt your head as you look down; it mimics you. It turns around and starts waddling away, then looks back at you, like it’s waiting for you to follow their lead.

Taking the silent hint, you start walking towards the creature who continues its merry way into the Gandharva Ville’s forest.

“Are you taking me somewhere?” You ask yet it doesn’t answer you at all. You shrugged, the way this little critter communicates with its body language is adorable.

As the two of you delved deeper into the forest, your hand swishing away the enormous leaves that would slap your face every turn you take, you notice the Aranaras increasing in number.

They all look at you, their smiley faces staring at your direction. You raise an eyebrow as the leader stops, “Are we lost?” You asked. Although that didn’t seem like the case when the leaves opened up to a small clearing.

Standing at the center, with an awkward stance and a birthday cake in his hands, was Wanderer. His indigo eyes met yours, just as the Aranaras watched the both of you.

As if he’s been repeating the same line in his head, he clears his throat, “Happy Birthday.”

You blinked, darting all over the place—the Aranaras, the cake, and Wanderer himself—Now you understand.

“What? Surprised?” Wanderer scoffed, though his lips curled upwards. He walked closer to you, the cake’s design now much more apparent. It looks handmade; the clumsy edges of the icing and the uneven size of ‘Happy Birthday!’ in the middle was a telltale sign.

“You baked this?” You beamed at him, the flames of candles above the icing reflecting in your pupils. He smirked, “Did you think I have no skills in the kitchen?”

You laughed, flattered at his efforts. Wanderer wouldn’t admit it openly so make sure to keep your eyes peeled, and you’ll notice just how much he cares deep down.

“Thank you,” Your genuine smile almost made him flustered. Almost. “Just make a wish or whatever you mortals do when blowing a candle,” Wanderer grumbled, pushing the cake closer to you.

Blowing the candle is too fast.. something’s missing. “No happy birthday song?” You feigned disappointment with a pout.

“No.” He said with no hesitation.

“But it’s my birthday.. can’t you make a small, tiny exception?” You plead.

Wanderer grumbled once more, you’re really not gonna let this go, are you? Before he could even make a choice himself, the Aranaras surrounding the two of you start humming the tune of ‘Happy Birthday’.

Nahida probably taught them.

With one last sigh, Wanderer starts mumbling, “hap.. birthd.. to you.. happy.. bi..” He lifts the cake as if hiding his face while singing. How humiliating.. but if it’s for you, how could he fully decline?

The last note fades, allowing the hat guy to regain his composure.

“Satisfied?”

“Very.”

And with that, you closed your eyes and made a wish, before blowing the candles. The critters start to bounce in joy once they see the flames disappear.

“Before you start to eat this teeth-wracking pastry,” Wanderer prompts, noticing the way you stared at the dessert he's holding. “There’s something else I prepared.”

One of the Aranaras stepped forward, holding a box larger than its own body. It waddled and floated up to you, handing a delicately wrapped present.

“Open it with care,” He says, watching the way your hand tugged with the blue blow at the top. The wrapper was actually so neat, you almost didn’t want to tear it—thankfully, it has an easily removable lid.

To your surprise, the item inside was lifted at the same time the lid was pulled off. Attached to the cover was a wind chime, which once again looked like it was handmade—no, it’s definitely handmade. The design looked similar with the veils hanging from his hat.

“You made this too?” You questioned with awe. The soft breeze of the wind hits the hanging carillons, moving with intricacy, a faint melody filling your ears.

“Should I be offended with how skeptical you are with my aptitudes?” His eyebrows furrowed, though it just seemed like a cat sulking.

You grinned, “No, no.. I’m just in awe.” It’s not everyday you see Wanderer handing out his own creations anyway, what’s there to not be shocked about?

“I like it. A lot.” You added, already planning on where to hang the wind chime. You closed the lid with care again, giving him yet another genuine smile, “Thank you, Wanderer.”

The indigo haired male averted his gaze from yours as he tugs on the end of his hat, “Just eat the cake.” He grumbled.

So what was the real birthday present? The wind chime or the lovely puppet’s presence?

[fatuismooches]

SMOOOOCHES!!! hello sweetheart!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I hope you’ve been well since the last time I came on here!! (little update on my test results: everything came back clean except a few things came back indecisive but nothing to worry about! Chronic illness doesn’t seem to be getting any worse as of right now.) but asides from that here’s a little drabble as I was re-reading a few of my earlier drabbles from last year!

We know fragile!reader despises examinations and having to endure the painful injections every few weeks when Dottore batches up a new medicine. However, what if it backfires completely? Causing fragile!reader to be in an even weaker condition, barely able to move and clinging onto Dottore as tightly as they can. Perhaps running a fever, feeling miserable as they feel as if though their whole body is being pricked by thousands of needles as they shake from their fever. Dottore would try his best to not let his emotions show, but deep down he’s panicking and trying to figure out how he can cancel out the current “medicine” running through their body. To say Dottore feels guilt is an understatement, he knows that any medicine that they take can easily backfire quickly, but he never would’ve thought the symptoms would be so severe. :( once their condition stabilizes I like to think Dottore keeps them close for at least a few days, just to make sure everything is fine. Even if it means they’ll be all clingy to him, he’d rather they be safe and alive rather than induced in a coma once again.

A bit of fluff: I like to think Zandy definitely also tries to cheer you up after the whole ordeal. He’s not sure why you weren’t visiting or reading books to him anymore, other than that “you were busy with Dottore”, is what you had told him. But even the little baby knows you look more weaker (even if it’s been a few days, your condition had still worsened anyways). So perhaps he tries to draw you adorable silly drawings, and also show you his “safe” experiments. (Lest he get a scolding from Zandik or the clones again…)

‘m giving you so many chu chus n cuddles like always smooches hehe gonna make your cheeks all rosy pinky! <33 I hope you have a lovely day n spend it with a smile like always!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ౨ৎ

HELLO MY DEAR 🎐 ANON!! Ahh I'm so glad your results were okay! I'm so happy for you and for getting through all of this! *hugs you* And I LOVE this brainrot! ❤️ I've always brainrotted about this idea hehe because angst of Dottore failing... teehee.

Dottore, being the skilled scholar he is, never fails to concoct new medications and treatments for you in hopes of creating something that sticks, along with the actual cure. These meds always go through a few rounds of testing, on his experiments of course (as you said before) but sometimes there is only so little that can be done. After all, your body is very different from the average person's. So, there have been times when the things he's given you didn't agree with your body very well, but they were never anything drastic. However, that was until this instance.

Dottore is a confident man. He's smart, he plans ten steps ahead, and things always go exactly as he orchestrated or predicted them to. So that's why he expected nothing different to be with this batch, maybe you'd have a few minor side effects that he'd note and so on, but he expected you to be fine, to then whine about how all of this was so much work, and he'd only hum at your complains to which you'd pout at. In the beginning, you seemed fine. Looked fine, your vitals were fine. But in a matter of minutes, when you got off the operating table, all of that changed, as dizziness and blurriness.

You tried to wave off Dottore's concern, observing your worsened state immediately, but your resistance was futile as your knees buckled, though your husband caught you before you could fall. Your skin was on fire, sapping away your strength as you couldn't even bring your hand up to stop your hacking and coughing. You try to speak but everything hurts far too much for you to muster your words, and you can barely process the muffled voices, footsteps against the floor, and hands running over your body (he must have called a few segments in too.) You pass out soon after, unable to see the blank look on Dottore's face, how his hands don't shake, how he is unfaltering and flawless in his steady work to counteract what he put in his body. Unable to see what only you can see - what he's really feeling underneath everything.

You don't wake up until a few days later, to which Dottore spent trying to figure out where he went wrong constructing this medication. If only he had been more careful, if he had run more tests, perhaps this may not have happened. Perhaps he wouldn't be the cause of your even weaker state. But even when you wake up, you just smile at him, assuring him that you're okay. You'd never blame him. Even though this was all this fault. He despises it sometimes, how you're so kind and forgiving. It's a weakness.

Sure, Dottore has a lot of work to be done, and having you around so much serves as a distraction to his work... but he'll let it slide. Just for a bit. At least it is a reminder to him that you're not permanently sleeping again.

Zandy, despite being left out of the loop many times, mostly due to your insistence that he not be burdened with your own troubles, can still sense something is wrong after a while. Yes, he's a child, but he's a rather smart one. And a very attentive one when it comes to his favorite person, you. He can see how much time you spend for "check-ups" with the segments and Prime now, far more than what it used to be... how you always look exhausted but force yourself to perk up and smile around him, assuring him you'll play with him "next time", even though numerous "next times" have passed. Zandy doesn't know the exact details, but that's okay, he can see what you're going through. So obviously he's going to try and make you smile! In the time he's not with you, he spends it doing all the things you like to do too. Drawing you two together of course, in a happy little house in Sumeru where the two of you play outside together all day with no worries! Maybe he even tried baking by himself to surprise you with something yummy (quickly stopped by a segment before he hurt himself or perhaps blew up the lab.) Maybe the child should take up sewing... maybe he can sew a little Puffttore squish ball for you! Oh, but you always told him to stay away from needles... well, it's okay if you don't find out until after the fact, right?

[onlyhaos]

🎐 — Happily Yours

Things can get awkward, if it’s the start of a relationship, right? But as long as it’s the right person, it’s only half as embarrassing.

pairing: minghao x afab!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: reader poked their eye, they’re both awkwardly in love but also not😭

[a/n] I actually had sm fun writing this small fic, and I want to thank everyone for the support on my last fics🥹🥹 I felt so proud of myself that people liked it. There are some chinese words, (with explanations!!) correct me if there’s something wrong or needs to be fixed🫶🏼 Love you all💞💞

This was your first real relationship. And being in that relationship, where you’d go on dates and everything made you want to be as perfect as possible. Though you couldn’t always be perfect, no one could.

So when Minghao invited you over, you didn’t know what was awaiting you.

Dressing into the summer dress Minghao once complimented you in, you made your way over to his house.

Since it didn’t take that long to walk to where he lived, you took the walk through the park. Listening to your favorite songs.

Smiling to yourself, you admire the green grass, the beautiful trees and the sun that’s warming up your already glowing face.

As you keep walking you see some flowers, blue flaxes. The thought of Minghao immediately came into your mind, he loved all flowers.

You picked up the five most prettiest ones, and continued walking.

So when you arrived at your destination, you rang the doorbell. Patiently waiting for Minghao to open it. But as the door opened, someone else stood there.

Minghao’s mother was at the door, you thought she wouldn’t know who you were, but she immediately smiled and welcomed you inside.

“Well hello! Y/n, right?” She asked with a smile.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m Y/n, hello Āyí*” your smile bright as you spoke. (*阿姨 - used for boyfriend’s mother, "mother-in-law“ before marriage)

“Dear, you can call me Māma*. I’m fine with that” She responded, her hand gently laying on your shoulder as she spoke. (妈妈 - Mother, also used to address mother in law)

“Okay, I’ll do that, Māma. Oh! And, I know it’s not much, but I saw some blue flaxes in the park. I didn’t want to come empty handed, take two!” You spoke, practically beaming with joy.

Minghao’s mother was really grateful, even if you only brought two flowers for her. She knew that they were handpicked, and that’s what brought value to such a small gesture.

And when you looked to the side you saw Minghao. He was just observing the both of you with a small grin on his face.

Following him to his room, he began talking. “Did you really prepare everything, in case you’d actually meet my parents?” He asked.

“Yea.. I did, I want to be as respectful as possible. Was it wrong?” You questioned, sounding a bit unsure.

Minghao shook his head. “It’s not wrong at all, it’s just really adorable.” He chuckled.

You laughed, asking him if it was really that adorable like he said. Earning a small ‘Yeah’ from him.

Looking around in his room, you noticed the easel that stood in the corner of his room. He was drawing right now, a somewhat blue canvas stood on the easel.

“Are you drawing the ocean?” You asked, hearing Minghao hum in approval.

“It’s pretty.”

“Thank you, it’s not done yet, but if you already like it then it’s a good sign.” He smiled shyly.

“Hao,” You said as you turned to him, who was already looking at you, waiting for your next words. “I also got us these flowers, they even fit perfectly to your drawing.”

Minghao was greatful, you were always really attentive and loving towards him. You treated him just like he treated you, but it still made him feel special every single time.

He thanked you, and observed the flowers the second you showed them to him, even asking questions about them. (even though you barely knew anything about them, they just reminded you of your boyfriend)

And even though he liked all flowers equally, he swore to himself that this flower would be his favorite from now on until forever.

Other people didn’t appreciate small things like you and Minghao did, the smallest things for each other lit up the other one’s day immediately. Because it came from your heart, they were sincere gifts.

Out of nowhere, Minghao had an idea. Going to one of his shelves he pulled out his newest sketchbook.

“Let’s put them into my sketchbook, we can let them dry and put our names next to it. Only — if you want to though.” He spoke, the undertones of the sentence were filled with excitement.

“Let’s totally do that!” You responded. “We can make those finger hearts I saw online. They were adorable.” Your voice proud as you told him about it.

Opening the first page of his sketchbook, you both laid your designated flower down on the paper. After moving them around, both of you were still contemplating if it had to be moved or not.

“Like this?”

“Mhm, that looks nice.”

A smile on both of your faces. Both of you decided to put your flowers into corners. Minghao’s flower was at the top left, while yours was on the bottom right.

Satisfied with the placement, both of you used tiny bits of glue to stick the flower to the page.

Making sure it was finally dried, you both began writing your names under the flower.

Both of you happily agreed to writing the date that you both got together down in the middle.

Grinning happily, you began speaking.

“It‘s so pretty.“

“It really is.” Minghao said, but not looking at the page. He was looking at you.

You didn’t notice that he was looking at you, so you began talking about how happy and grateful you were. How pretty everything was, how good the flowers looked —

“Y/n,” Minghao interrupted, his eyes still fixated on you.

Turning your head, you looked at him with a slightly lifted brow. Waiting for him to continue, what he was about to say.

“I love you.” He chuckled.

Your cheeks immediately went red, even though both of you said that already, it never failed to get you flustered.

“I love you, too, Hao.” You chuckled back, until a comfortable silence filled the room.

Staring at each other’s lips, from time to time, Minghao began moving closer to you. Gently resting his fingers against your waist, letting them slide down to your hip. Making your eyes widen and follow his hand’s movements.

But Minghao quickly put his other hand under your chin, making you gaze up at him, again.

Locking eyes, both of you were focused on each other. Inching closer and closer, making you get more shy than before.

Leaning in even more, both of you forgot to tilt your heads. And with your eyes closed, you were ready to kiss, wanting to close the gap so eagerly.

You noticed that you didn’t meet any lips though, but sure did meet some glasses, whining you noticed that Minghao’s glasses poked the shit out your eye.

With a small “Ah—“ your hand immediately flew to your eye. Rubbing it quickly.

Opening your other eye to make sure your lover was okay, you saw him chuckling and wincing a bit.

“Are you okay?—“

“Yea.” You said, having to realize the situation first, before you both began giggling with Minghao apologizing over and over again. Even though both of you weren’t careful.

So here you were, with a small ice pack on your eye as you both didn’t stop laughing about the kiss.

Even though you both agreed that it was a bit embarrassing, you settled for another kiss and let the previous ‘kiss’ be a new memory to laugh at.

[woodle-isbae]

Hi! I’m a huge fan from ages and I have a request, if you’re comfortable ofc!

So could you do male reader (top) x Joost (bottom) smut, where reader get jealous at a party cause this girl flirts with Joost and Joost says it’s nothing so reader slowly works Joost up during the night to the point that he is really needy and kinda desperate for his touch. Reader then takes him into the bathroom and proves who’s in charge. (sorry if that sounds weird)

Please and thank you (I love your work sm, don’t stop 🙏🙏🙏)

🎐anon

You entered the costume Party with your Boyfriend , Joost , him dressed as a man in black and you as a vampire

The party alive and wild , with people playing crazy beer games and couples all up on eachother in the corners of the house

"I'm gonna go get us drinks..be right back"

He hummed in confirmation, allowing you to dissapear off into the dimly light house.

You were mixing up some drinks all together for you and Joost until a softer voice came up behind you.

"Your gonna drink all those by yourself?"

It was some chick dressed up as an angel , the extremely short pink dress and white wedge heels.

"Uh..nah I'm drinking these with my..uh friend"

She giggled at what you said , mabye it because you were awkward about it or the fact you said it in a dumb vampire accent

"Your really hot...you got a girl?"

"Well-kinda?"

"Would she mind?"

You were kinda taken aback by her boldness , she really expects you to cheat on your partner for some one night stand? Jeez.

"Well-I have to go-"

You couldn't even bother to give her a smile or anything , wasting no time to get lost in the crowded living room. Trying your best to find some platinum blond hair in the wave of bodies before you.

In the corner of your eye you saw your boyfriend laughing with some blond girl , not being able to tell what they're talking about but it seems entertaining.

Just as you began walking towards them, they began walking to the dance floor , dancing all up on eachother. Placing the drinks down on the table before you pushed through people to get to them , throwing your arm over his shoulder

"Exuse-"

"Who do we have here?"

You looked over at the girl and it was the same chick from the drink table. She moves on fast. Turning back to face your boyfriend who was avoiding your gaze

"You wouldn't mind if I stole him huh? Great ,thanks."

Not even giving her a chance to speak before you pulled him away from the dance floor , shoving him into some seat.

"Fuck around and find out"

"Wha- what do you mean?"

You simply shrugged at his question, helping him get up from the seat before brushing your hand behind his neck , face being dangerously close to his collar bone. Moving away from him with a cheeky smile as he was about to grip onto you.

This continued on for the rest of the night, constantly sending him lingering touches and being all up against him. He was ready to explode by the time you let your touch linger longer than the rest.

. . .

"Where are you taking me?"

"I fucking need you."

You held back a chuckle , for his sake , allowing him to shove you into the bathroom. Locking it with haste before he turned over to face you , his outfit was absolutely ruined , his tie sitting loose and shirt slightly unbuttoned.

"Your a mess"

"I wonder why."

"Watch your tone."

Sloppily making out with him against the bathroom counter , clothes flimsely being removed before Joost stood before you , only in his Vest and briefs. Wasting no time to unbuckle your belt and drop your pants , boxers following suite

"Fuck prep , just do it."

Taken aback by his need , you allowed it. Turning him over to face the sink mirror , staring him in the eye as you entered him, shockingly easy to get in but obviously not with full prep.

"R'you sure?"

"Fuck- yes! I'm sure."

The desperation in his face evident as he bucked his hips back into you, your own following the steady rhythm. In a blink of an eye the taller man beneath you was ruined , face pressed into the sink and hands held behind his back.

"This what happens when you try f'king around."

Your anger proven in the harsh thrusts and grit of your teeth , the way you shoved his face down and held his hand with the other hand. Hips not giving out the slightest.

"Flaunting around , y'tryna fuck someone?"

Pulling his head up by his hair , forcing him to look at you both in the mirror. The sly smirk on your face enhanced by the dark red contacts and the dimly lit bathroom. His face red and covered in tears , moans choking out of his puffy red lips

"They know you liked to get fucked? Like some whore , always wanting me..even at parties"

"N-no! -fuck- I won't do it again-pleasepleaseplease-!"

His voice cracking , barely being able to form a full sentance , too fucked out to even thunk about what you said , all the things he did earlier in the night far from his worries

"You can cum , you deserve it after all huh? Say it."

You were also nearing your end , unable to hold back anymore but still wanting to torture him a little bit more.

"I- fuck - I deserve it...I deserve to cum"

Those words were all you needed to hear , letting go of his hands and turning him over , kissing him as he came all over your torso.

A few more pumps and you pulled out , gasping out as you came in between his legs , coating his inner thighs with your cum.

After cleaning up and getting redressed you both left the bathroom separately, Joost heading over to some corner of the house to regain his composure while you went to get some drinks.

[enkai-yousei]

—a figure standing in the shadowy corner. most of their features obscured even as they make their way out of the shadow and into the lit area. they take a seat nearby the counter.

❝ my would i trouble you with a request of your finest drink, dearie ? ~ ❞

—the voice coming from the figure was nothing but calm and steady.

-🌧️🎐

(#found this cool, so i'm throwing them over. #also bored. that is also a factor. #did i decide to interact while having little to no knowledge of bars and alcohol? yes. yes. i did. but that's not going to stop me. #oh opinion on the formatting. can you see the text clearly? because if not i can always stop using the small font.)

"Afraid there are multiple drinks I excel in mixing, but I'll give you one of the ones I'm exceptionally good with."

Enkai hummed as he started pouring the alcohol, gloved hands steady as he poured and mixed, throwing the cup into the air a couple of times just to show off a bit (all good bartenders do) before sliding it across the counter.

"One Tequila Lemonade with vanilla, just for you."

[naomi-nana]

── REGRETS🎐SHIKANOIN HEIZOU ༉‧₊˚✧ .

SUMMARY . you liked your best friend, you've always wanted to tell him that. but maybe you're too late now.

warning : unrequited love, angst, lowercase intended. might be ooc

a/n: i love writing angst for heizou- it's inspired by an indonesia song i liked! Sampai Jadi Debu by Banda Neira. the last line of this fic is one of the lyrics <33

"hey, what's with that face?" you almost fell off your chair when your friend, heizou, suddenly comes up to your seat with no warning. you send him a glare jokingly.

"it's nothing. i just felt..left out. that's all." you muttered the last part as you don't want him to worry too much. he sat beside you and hummed as a respond, encouraging you to continue. "i mean..you know."

"..no one wants to talk to me." you answered hesitantly. he sighed as a respond and lean back to his chair. "huh. I guess i'm non-existent then.." he said, you stifle a laugh to yourself as you look at his face.

his pretty, handsome face. he is your first friend in middle school and you guys have been together ever since. even going to the same high school. you've taken a liking to him in your first year of high school, and you still do. but you can't bring yourself to say it. you want to wait for the right moment.

"i know. but, what if we go to different college..or..you know, stop talking suddenly?" you looked down and tried to hold back your tears, thinking about how one day he could've just left you alone.

he breathe out a laugh. "heh, are you kidding me? of course not." he sit straight up and pulled you close to him. really close. "we're going to stay together, obviously." he leans down at you and smiled.

"i will be staying over here with you." he whispered. you smiled warmly to yourself and leans on his shoulder. "yeah..and i'll stay here with you." you muttered to yourself quietly. you feel really calm at this moment, sitting together with the man you love.

whispering things to each other as if it's only the two of you there, everyone is just a mere background character to you. you hoped that you're able to stay like this. With him, forever.

always.

though, i guess there is a reason why people always told you to not get your hopes up. "hey, guess what!" heizou surprised you from behind with a wide smile on his face.

"woah..never seen you this excited before." you let him sit beside you and you put down your phone, "what's up?" heizou pulled something from his pocket and showed it to you. it's a letter.

"i got a love letter." He smirked, waving the letter on your face. you breathe out a laugh as you wondered who would have sent him a love letter. Well, maybe you would. but other than you, who will?

"nah, really?" You took the letter from his hand with a smile on your face, ready to laugh at whatever cringe letter someone just send to your best friend. "yeah. it's from someone i like."

you stopped opening the letter halfway and looked at him with a questioning look. "what..you liked someone?" you asked hesitantly. he nodded at your surprised face, his smile widening.

you froze midway and didn't try opening the letter. there's no way. he actually liked someone? but you didn't know anything about it. aren't best friends supposed to tell the others about stuff like this? does he not consider you a friend anymore? does he have a new someone to talk to now?

"hey what's the matter? stop looking at the letter like that and start opening it!" you snapped back to reality and opened the letter slowly. surely he is just joking with you, right? he said it himself. he will stay with you forever, no?

reading the letter and each word carefully, you almost cried on the spot. but you held back. because you don't want him to think that you are a possessive freak. "wow. i didn't..expect that." he smiled at your respond and snatched the letter back. "congratulations.."

"thanks! i will talk to her about this. wish me luck." he exclaimed as he left the bench both of you are sitting on earlier. as for you, you are still sitting there by yourself. a feeling of getting betrayed, sad, angry, regret. all mixed up into one.

betrayed as a friend, sad as someone who liked him, angry at him for not telling you sooner about the girl he liked, and regret. regret for not confessing sooner. "honestly..why should i get mad at him anyway? It's my fault." you said to yourself.

you leaned your head back on the bench and sighed. 'i'm going to stay together with you'. your tears started to drop slowly, closing your eyes as you try to forget about him. about his laugh. his smile. his voice. and think of him only as a friend.

"yeah..and i'll stay here, by myself." you muttered to yourself quietly as you looked over to the distance, seeing him with another girl.

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