#HEHE MORE REQUESTS YAY

[poolboyatthevampiremansionx]

could you doodle more nurse Nny maybe that was such a silly drawing ^_^

HERE YA GO!! (And two other doodles)

(He’s totally not going to throw you in a pit of syringes)

[averlym]

May I please request some soft parrlyn please

morning vs night gfs

[disguisedcheezed]

If baby Dirk lived all alone, how did he learn to talk and stuff?

and get stuff other than fish and sea plants,cause pretty sure under his house was like an oil rig(https://www.nytimes.com/2016/03/08/science/marine-life-thrives-in-unlikely-place-offshore-oil-rigs.html)

paradox babies are very smart on their own, (dirk literally wanted to go back right after he was born) and he would learn from watching movies and anime from the internet, of course. [see under the cut]

and as for other food sources, we wouldn't really have any other way to get anywhere but the ocean. but he would have some seeds(and various planting materials for them) left for him in his kitchen from rose at least (for making tea c:). not to mention the orange sodas with it. (because rose told dave to get those for him)(and rose would have plenty of things left for both dirk and roxy. :) )

and i think that the apartment beams full of marine life would be beautiful. very bountiful. absolutely good for the baby.

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it's just funny. why could i not.

(Added from my tags)

I also think Dirk's kitchen would have plenty of kitchen appliances and all kinds of knives. He would use a good ol linemen knife to skin wires! ^^

Also several tea sets and various seed packets.

Hoho so self indulgent XD

[midnite-c6]

more pink guard!namgyu and thanos au thoughts :P

pink guard!namgyu and thanos who brings timid!reader back into the games after mingle happened, the survived players see you sitting on your bed with eating food that’s completely different to what they have to eat.

pink guard!namgyu and thanos that actually brought your bed closer to the door so all they can keep a better eye on you…

hehe YAY this request rlly made my mindblow cuz like WHY HAVENT I THOUGHT OF THAT KIND OF AU, SO COOL ANON!!

pink guard!thanos & pink guard!namgyu x virgin!reader imagine pt. 2💘

warnings: 18+, dark content, dubcon, gunplay (read at ur own risk!!)

after the last game, that you skipped (because of your two new friends!), they already sent you back to the original dorms of the players. you'd walk back inside, slightly limping as your legs shake... the other players couldn't care less though, infact, they're pretty bummed you're still alive, just means less money.

the two guards really found a favourite amongst the 456 players! they'd assign you a better place to sleep, they'd also give you much more delicious food, and whenever other players try to bother you about it, it's okay! they'll just unfairly kill them in the next round <3. despite being ranked as triangle guards, they're hella irresponsible, but atleast they found their purpose in these games, and that's... you! ❤️‍🩹

just right after lunch, after eating the delicious food they especially made for you, you've been escorted to go to another unfamiliar room, something kind of like a basement..

they'd already take off their masks, the purple-haired one starts to already show his excitement, the black-haired one was arranging the place, trying to make it more cozy despite how it's very far from that. "baby!! i missed you, nam-gyu made that special steak lunch just for you, did you like it, babe?" he'd look at you with puppy eyes, eyes that a lover would make, "uhm.. it was really good! but the players were really angry at me..." he pouted in response. "what?!" "they said it was really unfair. i'm the only who got to eat that type of meal.." his brows furrow, clearly annoyed. "buncha' whining bitches, can't they expect a princess like you deserves to eat deliciously?" "uhm.." these guards were surely good with their words..

"well, don't think about them anymore, baby. we'll make you forget." he shushes you up with his gloved finger, before smacking his lips against yours. fine, he was a good kisser, you admit.

nsfw below!!-> 🫶🏻

honestly, they were taking their time with you, taking turns to sloppily kiss you in the lips whilst grinding their suits against your core and fingering you without any release. it was a hassel to take the pink suit off, clearly. "dude, i've cooked her the steak, i should get to fuck her first!" "uhm.. who said that? i was the one who thought of it." you'd watch both of them argue over you as you lean back against the wall, your clothes stripped infront of you. your body was shivering from the cold un-tiled floor. "you tryna' piss me off, bro?" "nah nah, let's play fair then. rock paper scissors?" nam-gyu groaned, but he'd extend his hand to play a game, best to three. after a few rounds, the black-haired one was the winner, he'd cheer. "yes!! knew the world was fair. sucks to suck, bro." "whadda' fuck! you got to eat her out last timeeee..!" the purple-haired one complained. "just your fault you didn't." he smiled proudly as he started to unbuckle his pants, walking over to you. the other guard went to focus on getting a cross necklace underneath his shirt, popping a pill in his mouth.

you'd look up at the guard closer to you, quite worried in your eyes. "what? don't want to?" nam-gyu raises a brow. you don't answer, but you were definitely hesitant. "i've never.. uhm.. with an actual..." he immediately bursted into laughter. "seriously? you're a virgin? no wonder you were so tight. couldn't even stretch you with my fingers n' all." you lower your gaze to the floor, his eyes were judging you from above.. "a face of a slut, yet an attitude like an angel, i like that." he'd put on his pants again, though he was dissapointed. "don't worry.. i'll prepare you," you wonder if he'd just finger you again, but... he'd slowly take the gun from his pocket, lowering himself to place the barrel of the gun on your clit. you'd jolt from the hard texture, or how it was a literal gun against your cunt. "if ya' can handle this, you can handle me, okay?"

you'd whimper, how were you supposed to fit that? "u-uhm.." "don't be nervous.. hey dude, hold her down will you?" he'd call out for the other guard that was getting high. "why should i? i'm still salty." "i'm not gonna fuck her, she's still a virgin." the purple-haired guard immediately went to the both of you "we're the first ones to touch you?!", he places his body underneath yours so you were sitting on his lap. he'd place his hands underneath your thighs to carefully spread your legs open. "it's such an honor, cutie." the guard infront of you starts rubbing the front of the barrel against your clit repeatedly, the sensation was so weird!! but it was a good kind of weird... and to they're pleasure, you'd start letting out sweet moans, as the gun was being pressed against your sensitive bud, nam-gyu's other hand would spread your cunny open, "fuck, so wet, you'd take in this gun easily." he slowly moved the gun away from your clit... lowering it.. til' it was just right against your hole. "s-slowly- please.." nam-gyu tilts his head. "slowly?" before immediately pushing the barrel fully inside you. you'd let out a loud, shameless moan from how it slid in, or how it was quite longer than you were used to. "h-hey!?" "sorry, i'm a bit impatient." he grinned, sliding the gun in and out, a ruthless pace, even faster than how he was fingering you before.

& with the pace and all that pleasure... you get to release another high from that new experience, getting fucked by a gun, the guard underneath you was uncontrollablly smiling. "can't take it, babe? here..." he'd offer you a pill. "the next games a bit tricky, so you'd need some energy.."

"but if you're too scared to play don't worry, 'kay? just go to the bathroom during lights out and you can repay us while you're there!" every thing comes with a price, except, gladly you're the one cumming. 💘

[wukyma]

I'm very curious about your Posepoli AU if you are OK with sharing facts about it ? Maybe what you have in mind? Or what Poseidon have in mind withvhis proposition 🤔 I can't only imagine the crew reaction

Also I'm in absolute love with your art ! The way you color? Your Odysseus ? Incredible. Make me think about fairy tales book illustrations you know ? And don't let go on your design of Poseidon ? He look so cold and distanced, it's actually genius!

Oh, thank you so much 💖 It means a lot! I loved illustrated fairytales as a kid and had a similar book of Greek myths, so that's probably where the style comes from, hehe

As for the AU... I lied shamelessly in the other post and speedran through coloring the panels and imma show y'all everything today!

If you haven't seen the previous one go check it out first

SO, Polites lives. But now he has to cope with the consequences of their recklessness,,

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The wind bag gets opened, and they're faced with Poseidon seeking revenge,,

Odysseus' apology isn't accepted (who even apologizes like that??), but Poseidon doesn't get to strike him —

Polites steps in and asks for them to be spared.

The god almost laughs in his face because that's an utterly ridiculous attempt, but decides that there's no harm in amusing himself a bit. Yet, no matter what Poseidon thinks about the man and how much he despises his ideals,, Polites is very different from most mortals he met, with his unshakeable belief in a better world (that realization happens much later in the plot, at the moment he's just pissed off)

So, yeah. Poseidon gives them a challenge: if they find another way around the storm, continue their journey without harming or killing (as per Poli's ideology), and get home, he will spare everyone, even Odysseus. The one who's formally "responsible" for holding up their end of the deal is still Polites, and he gets a kind of seal/tattoo as proof that neither side will go against the terms (yay ✨️aesthetics ✨️)

Forgot to mention: the whole crew is alive — 600 men making their way to Ithaca!

Next stop would be Circe's island,,, guess who will become besties? Ehehwhe

Things I believe are important to mention:

Poseidon REALLY doesn't like Polites in this AU (well,, for now) and wants to see him fail, then drown the fleet and be done with it

His main motivation here wouldn't be to avenge Polyphemus, but to prove that Polites is wrong (same as with Odysseus, but more intense)

Get ready for tons of mockery in the next part ( ；∀；)

I headcanon (not just in this AU but in general) that Polites, Perimedes, and Elpenor are also very close friends!

Odysseus is oblivious about Poli's feelings towards him (dude is mole-blind when it comes to that), but Eurylochus knows

Umm, so that's it for now! See y'all next time, because telling things without throwing pictures in seems meh... However, that's up to you, too. I can continue as it is and draw the scenes you'd like to see and/or choose later :3 Just write how u think would be more okayish i guess??

Bonus thing: congrats on reading till the end lol. there is one inconsistency in the comic above. at the sketch stage I flipped 3 of these panels, and they don't match with the other ones (seen in the details) first one to guess (say the nr order, idc) gets to request ANYTHING epic‐related from me :D

[buniwrite]

your instagram dating azumane asahi ♡

note: first post ! kinda nervous ... felt like my man needed a bit of love so decided to go for asahi for my first small smau ♡ hope you enjoy it, it's a bit silly hehe

fem! reader × asahi azumane (uni students)

kkiyo: you two are so cute

→ suga_0: so true they're gonna make me cry istg

→ yy/nie: thank you kiyoko ♡ suga ur so dramatic omfg

aasahi: love you pretty

→ buzzcut: man have some compassion for us singles

→ rollingthunder: yeah man what the hell

→ yy/nie: love you too

rollingthunder: ME NEXT

→ yy/nie: GET OUT 🗣️👎

yy/nie: worst thing is the nap just made me more tired and i fell asleep for half my class

→ suga_0: that explains why i saw you inhale a large coffee in 3 seconds

→ yy/nie: ...

yaichiigo: my fav senior couple i want to be a maid of honor

→ yy/nie: noted!♡

aasahi: so sweet that trully is us

→ yy/nie: yay !♡

thank you for reading ♡

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

hi it's not seb Saturday yet but I just wanted to throw this idea down. Sebastian chilling outside in the rain in his usual spot before seeing the farmer trudge out from the mines all bloodied and bruised ("I'm alright, really—") and it's like an immediate panic switch is flipped for sebastian because yoba above they look like a vampire's wet dream out here. They either patch farmer up at their house or at Sebastian's room lol (could be funny if the farmer ends up crashing on his bed/couch for the night, then leaves quite early but not without leaving seb a gift they got from the mines.... : ,) anyway that's it)

Awe my first Sebastian Saturday ask yay! Bro this request is so juicy HEHE. (Side note: sorry if this isn't that good or feels rushed. I haven't wrote anything in months but I'm honestly proud of myself for cranking 2k words out)

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Sebastian listens to the rock music that’s softly coming from the garage as he works. He lets out another low curse when more oil leaks out of his motorcycle and gets on him. He should be used to it. His clothes are covered in it anyway. He sighs and sets down his wrench, taking a seat on the ground by the front tire as he snatches up his rag and wipes his hands clean. Well, as best as he could. He then takes a swig from his water bottle, eyeing the clouds forming above him. Looks like a storm is blowing in. 

He keeps working for maybe another thirty minutes or so before he starts to feel the skies open up. The rain starts gentle, a few droplets starting to fall around him and onto his bike. “Welp…” he grumbles, grabbing his bike and starting to roll it back into the garage. Once secured, he shuts the radio off and closes the garage. 

He places his hands onto his hips, surveying the rain. A ghost of a smile starts to appear on his face as the rain starts to fall harder. He steps back out into it and begins to head towards the lake. He takes his pack of cigs out and smacks them against his hand, inhaling deeply. He’s always loved the smell of rain. 

Once at his usual spot, he takes a cigarette out and holds it up to his lips. He then slips his lighter out of his pocket and protects the end from the wind and rain to light it. Once the flame has caught the end of his cig, he inhales deeply, causing an orange hue to glow from the stick. 

He stands there for a while, just admiring how the water falls onto the lake or how the forest begins to smell when it’s wet. His eyes move towards the entrance of the mines when he thinks he sees movement. Through the rain, that’s starting to come down harder, he can’t really see much. He squints his eyes and moves his head around, trying to get a better look at what was going on. 

His eyes go wide when he sees you hobbling down the path. “(Y/n)!” he shouts in surprise, dropping his cig into a puddle and dashing over to you. Upon getting closer to you, he sees the bruises blooming on your skin and the cuts oozing blood. “Oh my god…” he mumbles, his heart breaking the longer he looks at you. 

“Hey, Sebastian,” you greet him as cheerily as you can muster, trying to slap a smile on your face. The pain makes it a little hard to do though. “Don’t worry about all this. I’m fine, really. Just got a bit scraped up in the mines. Those monsters are-”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding!” he shouts, gesturing to you. Before you can respond, he’s wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders for you to lean against him. “C’mon, I’ll help you to my house.” 

“Your house? But-”

“No but’s! You’re seriously hurt and Harvey’s clinic is already closed. You don’t seem too badly injured where we need to bother him, but I’m definitely not letting you go home without patching you up first,” Sebastian argues. You let out a sigh, realizing how serious he is about all of this. 

“Okay…fine…” you grunt out, not having the energy to fight him on it anymore. 

When you get to his place, no one seems to be home. At least, no one is in the front of the house. Sebastian leads you down the stairs and opens the door to his room. You’ve only been in his room a few times and never for long. Normally just when you have stuff for his commissions that he posts outside of Pierre’s store. He’s always very grateful, but he’s not much of a talker, so you just never end up staying around for too long. Besides, you have way too much shit going on in your day anyway. 

He sets you down onto the black couch that’s right by his door and you’re happy to be off of your feet. “I’ll go grab the first aid kit,” he says right before dashing up the stairs to go do that. You grunt and lean back against the couch, the cool air of the house making you shiver in your wet clothes. 

When he returns, he sees you shivering and bites his lip. “Here,” he says, setting down the first aid kit and going over to his dresser at the far end of the room. “Change into these,” he says, offering you a pair of pajamas. You shakily reach your hands out and take them, nodding your head as you stand up. 

You two stare at each other for a moment, unmoving. Sebastian’s eyes go wide as he realizes what you’re waiting for. “Oh! Sorry! Um, I’ll just, uh-” he stutters out as he turns around, completely red in the face. With his back to you, you slowly start stripping out of your clothes, a shy smile on your face. You do your best to avoid getting any blood or dirt on his clothes. Thankfully, the shirt and pants he gave you are both black. Maybe that’s why he gave you that specific pair. 

“Done,” you mumble before crashing back onto the dark cushions. He hesitates for a second before slowly turning around. 

He’s then back in front of you in a second, kneeling on the floor and moving your limbs around to survey your wounds. Once getting an eyeful of them all, he grabs the first aid kit and starts patching you up. You remain silent as he works, even when it hurts, you keep your lips sealed. 

After a while, a thought comes to you. “How are you so good at this?” you ask curiously. His eyes flicker up to yours before going back to your arm where he is currently rubbing in a cream on one of your darker bruises. 

“Let’s just say I…wasn’t exactly always the best-behaving kid,” he replies with a shrug, a smirk starting to form on his lips. 

“Oh?” you ask, looking down at him with your own smirk. Seeing your smirk, he huffs a laugh through his nose. 

“Nothing interesting, I assure you. I just…I’m not the biggest people person…” he says softly, moving onto a cut that he’s cleaned up to bandage it. 

“That’s okay,” you reassure, unsure of what else you could say in this moment. 

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, but I had Sammy, and later on Abigail. They introduced me to some more people, so I have more than enough friends to last me a lifetime now,” he replies with a light chuckle. You can’t help but smile at that. You’re happy to see that he’s, well, happy. 

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” you ask after a few moments of silence, hesitating in asking. After doing a few commissions for him and hanging out with him and the others at festivals, you two slowly started getting closer. You typically end up hanging out after a long day at work and you head over to Gus’ only to find that Sebastian and the others are playing pool. At first, you’d only watch, but after warming up to them, you started playing. 

The last time you played together, you two ended up staying until Gus closed the place down. You two were one of the few people left there, Sam and Abigail being long gone. Y’all ended up walking to the beach and sitting on the pier, sharing jokes and swapping stories. It was one of the best nights of your life. It’s definitely your favorite memory you’ve made since moving to Pelican Town. 

“Yeah…of course we are…” he replies softly, almost sounding hesitant and not looking into your eyes. 

“Good. I’m glad,” you say softly, giving him a sweet smile. He finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile in return. 

He’s then clearing his throat and standing up. “Well, I’m all done,” he says, wiping his hands onto his damp jeans. He glances at his clock and grunts. “It’s pretty late and sounds like it’s still raining. So, if you want to stay…you can…” He starts off confidently but ends on a quiet, unsure note. 

Heat rises to your face at that. “Oh, um, sure. Thank you…” you whisper, looking down at your hands. 

“Don’t mention it. You can, uh, take the bed, if you want. I’ll take the couch,” he offers. He then walks over to his closet and opens it up, revealing extra pillows and blankets at the top of the closet. 

“What? No, no! That’s okay! I’ll take the couch. I don’t want to inco-”

“I won’t take no for an answer,” he interrupts, pulling some blankets free from their tangled mess in his closet. You sigh and nod your head even though he’s not looking at you. 

“Alright, fine,” you say as you stand up, limping over to the bed. You sit there and watch him make the couch comfy for himself. 

As he moves around his room and goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed, you end up lying down at some point. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you do vaguely remember feeling something brush against your forehead and what sounded like someone wishing you a good night. 

When you wake up, you feel well-rested and ready to take on the day. You sit up and rub the leftover sleep from your eyes and then stretch. You wince when the bruises on your ribs ache, reminding you of what happened yesterday. You turn towards the time and find it’s six in the morning. Ah, guess old habits die hard. 

Hearing rustling and a deep sigh, you turn your attention now to the couch. Sebastian is still out cold, and probably will be for another four hours, at least. You smile and slip out of the bed, walking over to him. You smile at how peaceful he looks, his usual RBF nowhere to be seen. 

Not wanting to disturb him, you leave him be as you gather up your still-wet clothes. You’ll return his pjs to him later, after you’ve cleaned them and made sure they’re free of blood. Feeling something hard in your pocket, you slip your hand inside and remember what you found yesterday. Glancing at Sebastian, you gently set it down onto the table beside his couch that’s missing his radio. You then hobble over to his desk and search for paper and something to write with. Upon finding what you’re looking for, you scribble down a little note and leave it there next to your gift. You give him one last look before starting to limp up the stairs. Because it’s so early, no one else is up yet, so you slip out unnoticed thankfully. You’re not sure how you’d explain yourself to Robin. 

When Sebastian wakes up, the first thing he does is look over at his bed. He frowns when he finds you not there and he feels his heart sink a little. He sits up and runs his hands through his hair before scrubbing at his face. Upon dropping his hands, he notices two items resting before him. He practically has stars in his eyes as he picks the Obsidian up. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. 

Noticing the paper next to it, he picks that up next. As he reads your note, he starts to smile harder and harder. 

Dear Sebastian, 

Thank you for patching me up. Don’t think I ever actually properly thanked you last night. It means a lot to me that you’d go through all the trouble. I want you to have this. A little birdy once told me that you’ve always wanted to see Obsidian. I hope you can mark this off your bucket list now. If there’s anything else you want to see, I’m sure I can make it happen ;) Text me :) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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[nephalem-da]

HELLOOOOOOOOOO

I COME WITH A REQUEST.

Can you please write an Bill Cipher x GN! reader, where reader is just insanely tired of his antics and his behaviour and just lashes out at him? (love me some angst, especially for triangle..)

Like, they come home and he's just trashed their house or messes with personal/memorable stuff or brings weird objects in the house to torture them? (maybe he makes bugs randomly appear in rooms for no good reason or he sets the kitchen table on fire and makes all the water disappear) and they are just fed up.

So they come home one day and there he is again, as usual. And obviously, it's Bill Cipher (their partner), so he's going to act like it's completely normal or even appropriate so he just doesn't care about anything, but on this day they've had enough. So they start yelling and screaming out of frustration, yelling at him at how 'annoying' and 'horrific' he is and how 'he only has an existence in being an asshole' and just making comments about how tired they are of him..

And he just sits back, shocked. He's not really one to care or even be shocked at something, (especially something along these lines) so to see them just cry out of frustration and get so angry because of him? Oh he'd fucking freak out. Like, he's just gone pale, blank, he's silent while they're just pouring their soul out the open wound where their heart should've rested.

After all the screaming/yelling/crying, they throw their things to the floor (maybe some glasses for more angsty stuff, hehe) they storm to their room and lock their door, and Bill's just... motionless. He takes a moment to think over how he's acted and how they've been visibly more angry/depressed over the past couple weeks (especially around him) and he just breaks down.

Cue to him, crying (I don't even know if he can, please forgive me, but I need to make him sob) and he's frantically banging at the door and crying while mumbling something that sounds like apologies(??) and trying to get in.

After a few minutes of their silence from the other side, he just teleports into their room and tries to reconcile with them but after a few nudges and pleads, they stand up and scream at him, tears running down their face as they talk about how badly he's been treating them and so on, (he doesn't fail to notice their shaking hands, the heavy choked breaths when they try to calm themselves to keep talking, their posture and how their muscles ached as they moved) and he just has to sit there and listen while he breaks down at the sight.

(OH- AND ALSO AT THE END THEY GO BACK TO BEING HAPPY AND WORK THINGS OUT, ALBEIT A BIT SLOWER ON READERS SIDE BUT IT ALL WORKS OUT, AND YAY!! HAPPY TIMES AT THE ENDD :3)

I'm so sorry if this is a huge burden or anything but I'm obsessed with how you write and I'm a big fan,, keep doing what you do!! I will be here to read your works, :D HAVE A LOVELY DAYYYYYY

Breaking Point

(Bill Cipher x GN!Reader)

Thank you so much for the kind words!! (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆ I might've teared up a little while writing this hehe

This fic is a little lengthy than the others how I usually write. But I want ya'll to feel the raw emotion of pure anger and sadness from the reader, and the panic from Bill. ヾ( ￣O￣)ツ

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Drama

Warning: Emotional Outbursts, Depiction of Verbal Conflict, Reader experiencing high levels of frustration and stress, Brief mention of destruction (fire, water disappearing, bugs appearing), Bill Cipher struggling with remorse and regret, Themes of toxic behavior in a relationship.

Summary: After reaching your limit with Bill Cipher's chaotic behavior, you snap and confront him, leaving Bill stunned and remorseful. Now, both of you must navigate through an emotional journey of healing and reconciliation.

The door creaked as you stepped into the house, the familiar weight of exhaustion pressing against your bones. Work had drained you, life had drained you, and now all you wanted was to come home to some peace. But of course, there was no peace where Bill Cipher was concerned.

Your nostrils flared as the scent of smoke hit you before anything else. The kitchen table was scorched, a blackened mess, and small embers still smoldered in the corners. Water pooled around your feet from where the sink should’ve been, now bone-dry despite the mess. Your gaze darted across the room, scanning for more disasters, and—unsurprisingly—you spotted bugs skittering across the walls and floors. Spiders, centipedes, beetles. All manner of crawling things making themselves at home in what was once your sanctuary.

And then there he was.

Bill Cipher. Floating lazily above the chaos with a smug grin plastered across his face, looking so utterly proud of his handiwork. His golden glow practically mocked you, making everything feel more twisted than it already was. You wanted to cry, scream—something—but the exhaustion in your limbs wouldn’t even let you feel anything. Not yet.

“Heya, kiddo! You’re back earlier than I thought! Guess you’re lucky—you get to witness all the ‘improvements’ I made to the place in real-time!” His voice was sing-songy, obnoxious, as if setting your house on fire and filling it with bugs was some sort of quirky joke.

You dropped your bag to the floor with a heavy thud. “Improvements?” you asked, your voice hollow. “You set the kitchen on fire.”

He spun in a lazy circle. “Oh, that? Pfft, it’ll go out eventually! You know, fire’s just nature’s way of cleaning up! No big deal, kid. You humans get so worked up about the little things.”

“Little things?” Your voice trembled as you repeated his words. “My house is a wreck, Bill.”

His eye rolled dramatically. “It’s just a house. You live here, what? 80, maybe 90 years? Tops? Come on, I’ve seen the multiverse—this is nothing! A little fire, a little infestation… it’s all temporary!” He waved his hand, making a centipede crawl up the wall behind him like it was nothing. Like you should just accept this madness.

Something inside you snapped.

Maybe it was the months of putting up with his antics, the countless moments of chaos that you tried to brush aside because, well, it was Bill. Maybe it was the sleepless nights, the days where he would whisk you into the Mindscape without warning, messing with your head until you couldn’t tell if you were dreaming or awake. Or maybe it was just this day—this awful, grueling day, where you came home hoping for some semblance of normalcy only to find more destruction.

Whatever it was, you’d hit your breaking point.

“No,” you said, your voice starting soft but trembling with barely-contained fury. “It’s not nothing, Bill. It’s not just a little fire, or a few bugs, or some weird object you brought into my life to mess with me.”

Bill raised an eyebrow. “Uh, okay? You’re acting like this is a big deal—”

“Because it is a big deal!” The words exploded from you, your voice rising into a full-on scream. “I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE!”

Your voice echoed off the walls, loud enough to make Bill pause in mid-air. His expression shifted, his eye narrowing in what looked like confusion. “Whoa, calm down there, kid. No need to get all dramatic—”

“Dramatic?” You felt the surge of frustration and exhaustion hit you all at once. “You think I’m being dramatic? You set the kitchen on fire, Bill! You fill the house with bugs, you mess with my things, you bring chaos into every single moment of my life like it’s a joke, and you think I’m being dramatic?!”

He floated closer, but you shoved past him, your heart hammering in your chest. “I’m tired, Bill! I am so tired of you making my life hell! You don’t care about me—you never have! You only care about yourself, about causing chaos, about proving how powerful you are while you tear my life apart!”

“Hey, that’s not fair,” Bill said, his voice wavering slightly. But you weren’t stopping. Not now. Not when everything you’d held back for weeks, months, was finally coming out.

“You’re not fair!” you yelled, your voice cracking. “I’m so sick of cleaning up after you, of pretending that it’s okay for you to ruin everything I care about! You think it’s funny to mess with me, to make my life miserable? It’s not! It’s—”

Your voice caught in your throat as the sobs you’d been holding in for too long finally broke free. “It’s not fair, Bill. It’s just… not fair.”

For the first time since you’d known him, Bill Cipher was silent.

He just hovered there, his triangular form still, his single eye wide and blinking rapidly as if he couldn’t quite process what was happening. He’d seen you angry before, annoyed even—but this? This was different. This was raw. You were breaking down right in front of him, and he didn’t know what to do.

You wiped at your eyes, your breath coming in ragged, shaky bursts as the last of your strength crumbled beneath the weight of everything. You looked at him, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t keep doing this.”

Then, with a trembling hand, you threw your things to the floor—your bag, your keys, the glasses you’d been holding. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, but you didn’t even care. You turned away from him, storming to your bedroom and slamming the door shut behind you. The lock clicked into place, sealing you in the only place left where you could hide from him.

For a moment, there was silence.

But then came the knock. Soft at first, barely audible. Then louder. “Hey uh... Y/N?” His voice was shaky, unsure, and for the first time since you’d met him, you could hear something like fear in it. “Come on, open the door…”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t.

“I… I didn’t mean for it to get this bad. I was just… I thought we were having fun? You know, me messing around a little… spicing things up!” His voice wavered again, growing more frantic. “Just… open the door. Please?”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, okay?” His voice cracked. “I didn’t think it was that bad. I didn’t… I didn’t realize…”

Still, you didn’t move. Your body felt heavy, drained. You didn’t have the energy to answer him, not after everything that had just happened. The silence from your side must have been too much for him, because after a few moments, you heard that familiar soft pop and felt the air shift.

Bill teleported into your room, appearing right beside you.

He hovered there for a moment, unsure of himself, his usual arrogance nowhere to be seen. “Y/N…” His voice was softer now, almost tentative. He reached out a hand toward you, but you pulled away, still too raw, too hurt.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said, your voice low and thick with emotion. “I’m tired, Bill. I’m tired of you, of this, of everything. You don’t care about me. You only care about yourself.”

He flinched, his entire form flickering as if your words had struck him physically. “That’s not true,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I do care. I just… I don’t know how to stop. This is who I am.”

You stood up, your body shaking as the anger and frustration surged through you once again. “No, Bill. This is who you choose to be. You choose to hurt me. You choose to make me miserable, and I can’t take it anymore.” Tears welled up in your eyes again, blurring your vision. “I can’t keep being the person who puts up with this.”

His eye widened, and for the first time, you saw genuine fear there. “I can change,” he said quickly, desperately. “I can stop, I swear! No more fires, no more bugs, no more chaos! Just… don’t leave me.”

You turned to face him fully, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Why should I believe you?”

He blinked, his form trembling. “Because…” His voice cracked again, and for a moment, he was silent. Then, he dropped lower, sinking to the floor as if bowing before you. “Because I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. The words hung in the air between you, heavy and fragile.

Bill Cipher, the embodiment of chaos, destruction, and madness… was on the floor, broken and pleading.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, his voice raw. “I thought I was just… being me. But I see it now. I see what I’ve done to you.” His eye glistened with something you’d never seen before—tears. Real, honest tears. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

Your heart clenched at the sight of him—Bill Cipher, the all-powerful, indestructible entity you’d grown so used to, now reduced to this broken, fragile figure. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that he could change, that this was the turning point. But you couldn’t deny the gnawing ache in your chest, the voice in the back of your mind reminding you of all the chaos, all the hurt.

“I don’t know if I can trust you,” you said, your voice shaking. “You’ve said things like this before, Bill. You’ve promised to dial it back, to stop messing with me, but you never do. You always go back to your old ways, and I—”

Your voice cracked, the weight of everything too much to bear. “I can’t keep going through this. It hurts too much.”

Bill flinched again, his whole form flickering as if he might disappear at any moment. “I know,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I know I’ve messed up—over and over again. I’ve pushed you too far. I’ve made you cry, made you scream, and I never thought about how it was affecting you.” He paused, his eye locking onto yours, his voice trembling with emotion. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N. I thought… I thought we were having fun. But I see now that I was wrong.”

You swallowed hard, your throat tight with emotion. His words felt sincere, but the pain was still fresh. “You always think it’s fun,” you said quietly. “But it’s not fun for me. I’ve been hurting for so long, Bill. Every day, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells, waiting for the next disaster. I can’t live like that.”

Bill floated closer to you, his glow dimming. “I don’t want you to live like that anymore,” he said softly. “I don’t want to be the reason you’re miserable. I’ll change, Y/N. I’ll stop. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.” His voice cracked again, and he hovered just inches from you, his single eye glistening with tears. “Please, don’t leave me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You closed your eyes, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. You wanted to believe him, to hold onto the hope that he could really change. But you were scared. Scared that this was just another empty promise, another cycle of chaos waiting to happen.

“I need time,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I need time to think. To figure out if I can keep doing this.”

Bill’s form flickered again, his eye wide with panic. “Time? But… what if you decide you don’t want me anymore?”

Your chest tightened at the raw fear in his voice. You’d never seen him like this—vulnerable, desperate, clinging to you like you were his only lifeline. “I don’t know, Bill,” you said softly. “I don’t know what I’ll decide. But I can’t just forgive everything right now. I need space.”

Bill stared at you for a long moment, his eye searching yours, before he slowly nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice small. “Okay. I’ll give you space. Just… please, don’t shut me out completely. Let me prove that I can be better.”

You took a shaky breath and nodded. “I won’t shut you out. But I need you to respect what I’m asking for. No more chaos. No more tricks. No more pushing me to my limit.”

He blinked, his form flickering once more as he processed your words. Then, with a small, sad smile, he nodded. “You’ve got it, kid. No more tricks. No more chaos. I’ll… I’ll be good.” He tried to sound upbeat, but the strain in his voice was evident.

You watched as he floated back a bit, his usual cocky posture gone. He looked small, almost lost, and it tugged at something deep inside you. Despite everything, despite all the pain he’d caused, you couldn’t help but feel for him.

“Bill…” you began, your voice softening. He looked up at you, hope flickering in his eye. “I do love you,” you admitted, your voice wavering. “But this… this isn’t healthy. We both need to work on this. If you really care about me, you’ll prove it. Not with words, but with actions.”

He floated closer again, his eye wide and solemn. “I will, Y/N. I swear. I’ll show you that I’m serious. I won’t mess this up again.”

You nodded, feeling a small weight lift from your chest. “Okay.”

There was a long, heavy silence between the two of you, the air thick with tension and the lingering emotions of the night. But for the first time in a long while, there was also something else—a sliver of hope. It was fragile, but it was there.

Bill hovered in place for a few more moments before he slowly floated toward the door. He paused just before leaving, turning back to you with a soft, almost shy smile. “I’ll let you rest. But… I’ll be around. If you need me.”

You nodded again, and with that, he disappeared with a soft pop, leaving you alone in the quiet of your room.

You exhaled deeply, your body sagging with the weight of the night’s emotions. It wasn’t over—not by a long shot—but there was a chance. A chance that things could get better, that Bill could change. It would take time, and you’d need to see real progress, but for the first time, you felt like he truly understood the gravity of his actions.

It would take work. It would take patience. But maybe, just maybe, things could heal.

The days passed slowly after that. Bill kept his distance, honoring your request for space. You still saw him, floating around the house or popping in to check on you, but he was different now. Calmer. Quieter. He didn’t wreak havoc or bring chaos into your life anymore. Instead, he seemed to go out of his way to make things easier for you.

He fixed the scorched kitchen, repaired the broken table, and even got rid of the bugs without so much as a snarky comment. It was strange at first—seeing him so subdued—but it also gave you hope.

You weren’t ready to forgive him completely, not yet. But you were willing to give him a chance.

One night, as you sat in the living room, you heard the familiar pop of Bill teleporting in. You looked up to see him hovering nearby, holding something in his hands—or rather, what looked like a bouquet of floating, glowing flowers. They shimmered in the dim light, casting soft shadows on the walls.

“I, uh, brought these for you,” he said awkwardly, floating closer. “I know they’re not your typical flowers, but I thought… you might like them.”

You stared at the glowing bouquet for a moment before a small smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks, Bill,” you said softly, accepting the flowers.

He smiled back, that familiar spark of mischief in his eye, but this time it wasn’t overwhelming. It wasn’t destructive. It was… soft.

And as you looked at him, at the effort he was putting in, you felt the tiniest flicker of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, things would work out.

I love me some vulnerable Bill hehe (￣ε￣＠) Anyways! Hope you guys enjoyed it! ^^

[asher-agere]

hai your blog is so cute… if you feel up to it, I’d love if you made some baby regressor Dazai and caregiver Chuuya headcanons… no pressure of course, love your stuff <33

Awwwww thank you so much! I checked out your blog like as soon as you sent this hehe and I love your stuff too!! Yay making friends! Also MY FIRST SOUKOKU REQUEST??? I’M SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT THEM. This might get long… Oopsies

Little Dazai + Caregiver Chuuya

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⛤ At first Dazai struggles to rely on Chuuya. He denies himself anything that might help him, that includes help from his partner in crime. But Chuuya isn’t stupid. He notices the way Dazai acts different. He never asks though, they’ve never talked things out a day in their lives bless their broken little hearts. He just waits for a day Dazai seems really stressed out and just tries comforting him. Offering to just “Watch a movie and shut up for awhile” Poor Dazai is so mentally weak that his headspace gives out during the movie. It’s not his fault Chuuya makes him feel so safe! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

⛤ Chuuya notices that Dazai is acting different of course, but they never discuss what’s going on. Chuuya is always pushing the limits of how much he can care for Dazai, so when he’s able to do more he doesn’t question it! Suddenly Dazai is letting Chuuya feed him, ok with physical contact, and not reacting negatively to gentle praise? Yeah definite improvement. He doesn’t want to risk losing that. Would it be nice to have answers? Yes. But Dazai is like a scared cat. Sudden movements, especially emotional ones, will scare the poor boy away. Best to just not question

⛤ Dazai struggles to do much of smirking when he’s regressed because he just feels so tiny and helpless. Talking is a really really hard task for example! Which is difficult because he’s totally hiding the fact that he’s regressed around Chuuya. Chuuya sees nothing abnormal of course. Mostly Dazai just points to communicate, trying to express his usual level of sass. For example if he’s cold but the blanket is closer to Chuuya he’ll just point at it! Then if Chuuya doesn’t just immediately grab the blankets he’ll whine and point harder! Eventually Chuuya can usually figure it out!

⛤ Considering they both pretend nothing is going on pet names is a very dangerous slope… Chuuya has to do things subtly. He can usually get away with “Mackerel” “Daz” or “Zai” and on a good day if he’s really pushing his luck he can sneak in a “Samu” But that’s emotional vulnerability in Dazai’s eyes! He doesn’t like that! Danger danger! But if the poor boys do deep into his baby space he can’t really think then he can’t think enough to object, he just recognizes that the pet name feels nice

⛤ Buying Dazai little gear is also a challenge. At first it’s strictly plushies and blankets. Then Chuuya convinces Dazai that sippy cups are absolutely necessary, Dazai can be really shaky sometimes and Chuuya doesn’t want his couch getting ruined! As they get closer pacifiers get bought… Only because they’re really helpful during a panic attack! They force Dazai to take slow breaths through his nose. And no one mentions it if the baby keeps using it even after he’s calmed down. Clothes are pushing it a bit… So Chuuya orders things in what feels like a million sizes to big and claims they’re for himself! But he washes them all special to make them extra soft and comfy for the little one to wear

⛤ When Dazai first starts regressing around Chuuya it’s very negative… It usually ends with panic attacks, crying, and reopening old wounds (Figuratively and literally at times). But Chuuya learns! He’s adaptable! Panic attack? Pacifier for the baby! Crying? Give Dazai a blanket to hide in, the idea of someone seeing him vulnerable stressed the little one out a million times more. Old wounds? Gently re bandage, one at a time! Very important. Or for figuratively just shush the little one and reassure him that he’s safe now, nothing to hurt him anymore

⛤ Dazai puts his fingers in his mouth a lot, and the little baby is totally oblivious to what he’s doing. Chuuya just looks back and- Yup his baby is chewing right through the skin on his fingers again. Dazai refuses to use a pacifier most of the time, so the best Chuuya can do is keep the plushies super clean, sanitary to chew on! Not ideal but better than Dazai chewing his own fingers off. And of course as soon as he sees an opportunity it’s pacifier to the rescue!

⛤ Dazai is a very clingy baby once he gets past his own mental barriers! It’s like whiplash for poor Chuuya. Big Dazai has literally hissed at him before because he tried getting a high five. Little Dazai however will burst into tears if Chuuya sets him down even for a second. Chuuya desperately wants to to tease Dazai about this, but he knows that would lead to Dazai shutting down, something he’s definitely trying to avoid with all of this

⛤ Everything is a bargain! If Dazai is giving something then he expects something in return! For example if Dazai eats his food without throwing any of it at Chuuya, that deserves a new plushy right? Or if Dazai lets Chuuya change him without throwing a tantrum, that deserves a yummy dessert snack right? Luckily Chuuya has plenty of money to spoil his baby with! If Dazai wants something then he’ll definitely be getting it!

⛤ Dazai hates dogs, so obviously he hates dog cartoons! However… It is funny to compare Chuuya to the puppies. For example in Bluey anytime Bingo is on screen Dazai gets really excited! He’ll point at Chuuya, then Bungo, lots of back and forth! If he’s feeling up to it plenty of babbling of course too! “Chichichchibibibi!” Chibi is much easier to say then Chuuya and much more fun to say than Slug! He’s speaking completely normal, obviously, Chuuya doesn’t suspect a thing

⛤ Dazai loves being swaddled! Chuuya will wrap him up in a nice warm blanket and rock him gently! The pressure of the blanket around him is incredibly comforting to Dazai, plus he’ll get very attached to his blanket! One of Dazai’s many forms of stopping his own happiness is not allowing himself to buy things he’d enjoy… So even something as simple as a blanket, the baby never wants to let it go!

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I am. Very tired- Night night time for Ash. But I wanted to post this first!! I’ve been thinking about how I wanted to write it all day hehe, plus I wanted to post it really close to the Shin Soukoku post from earlier! I was with my caregiver today so didn’t get to post much, tomorrow! Probably at least hehe. Have a wonderful day/night to you all and thank you so much Eggy for the request!

[rekino2114]

Hey, been loving the Nayuta Makima posts! Could I request one of reader and Makima taking Nayuta to the fair or a theme park for the first time?

You and makima taking nayuta to a theme park

A/n:we're back again with my favorite au. Thanks for the request

(Here are Part 1 and 2)

Recently, nayuta had been constantly asking you and her mom to bring her to a theme park after hearing from some of her friends at school how cool it was. So when your day off arrived, you knew exactly how to spend it.

"*gasp* it's so huge, mommy, daddy look, everything looks so cool, it's gonna be so fun"

"*giggle* I'm sure it will, sweetie, so what would you like to do first?"

"Look! There's cotton candy, I wanna eat all of it"

"I'll get you one but you can't eat all of it yuty"

"Eh? But it's so good"

"I know, but then you're gonna get sick, and you don't want that again don't you?"

".......no"

"Good girl, don't worry though, I'll make sure to buy you the biggest one there is"

"Really? Thanks daddy, you're the best"

You indeed brought nayuta cotton candy and helped her eat it since it was a bit too big even for her. You continued to walk around the park until your daughter gasped again and pointed to a booth

"Oh do you want a prize from that nayuta?"

"Yes, please, pretty please, that puppy plushie is adooooorable, I want it, pretty please"

"Well how could I say no to such a polite little girl? I'll win it for you right now"

"Yay! Thanks, Mommy. I love you"

"I love you too, sweetie, now let's see, what do I have to do?"

"I'm sure you can do it love, you just have to hit the target with gun"

"Oh, I don't need a plastic gun for that"

"Uh?"

"There's no one around, so I think it's OK if I show off a bit, I'm sure nayuta would love that"

"*giggle* alright, I wouldn't mind seeing that either"

Makima smiled at you and got a few feet in front of the booth while you took nayuta's hand and led her away from her. Your wife got into position and raised her hand in a finger gun position

"Bang"

An invincible force hit the target right in the middle, piercing it directly

"Oh, lucky me, I got the highest score"

You could practically see stars in nayuta's eyes as she started up at her mom in awe

"That was awesome! You're so cool mommy"

"Please, it's nothing, I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. Take this, it's yours now"

The half devil immediately hugged the plushie while giggling a lot as you pressed a kiss to makima's cheek. She then grabbed yours and nayuta's hands and continued walking

"What? That's no fair, I can't go?"

You reached a roller coaster that nayuta wanted to ride, but unfortunately, you found a sign with a height requirement needed to enter, one that nayuta didn't pass.

"Sorry, but it seems you're too short"

"B-but I'm tall, I........ah! yes, i can get on daddy's shoulders and then I'll be tall enough"

"I don't think that counts, if you get on that, yo could get hurt yuta"

"But-but-"

"I promise we'll find another attraction. In the meantime, I'll get you some ice cream to make it up to you, ok?"

"Cotton candy"

"But....you already had one"

"I want more!"

"*sighs* All right, I guess I can get you another because of this, but no more"

Nayuta nodded rapidly, and you hugged her to cheer her up. You then brought her another cotton candy that she ate while on a safer ride. After she had more fun and was happier, you decided to end the day by going to a ferris wheel

"Wow! I can see everything from here"

"Yeah, it is really pretty isn't it?"

"Oh! Oh! Look! That's my friend, hiiiiiii"

You giggled at how adorable she looked, waving while she was in your arms

"I don't think he can hear you yuta, you can talk to him when we get down"

"OK daddy"

You pulled her away from the window, and in your lap where she started to play with the plushie you brought her, you turned around to see makima holding her phone to take a picture of the scenery

"The view from here is beautiful"

"Not as beautiful as you"

"Hehe, such a charmer, you don't need to compliment me anymore, we're married now"

"Well, I'm just telling the truth"

"Oh really? Then I suppose there's nothing wrong with me calling you the most beautiful and handsome person on this world"

"I think you're kinda exaggerating now"

"Oh I'm most certainly not, and I'll prove it to you"

She leaned closer to you and kissed your lips passionately. You got lost in the moment until you heard nayuta make a disgusted sound from under you

"Yeeeew, that's so yucky"

"It's not, we were just kissing"

"It's still yucky"

"Whatever you say"

You rolled your eyes and looked back at makima, who was now giggling, she pet your head for reassurance and whispered in your ear

"Don't worry, your kisses aren't yucky. She's just still young"

"Yes I know, you're the best kisser I know"

"The same goes for you"

[junkissed]

something spicy, something sweet

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut, fluff/comfort word count — 2.1k synopsis — the last few days you've been coming home from work exhausted, but now that you finally have a day off you have time for a little something sweet from your boyfriend. content warnings — established relationship, mentions of food (jun makes soup for dinner), there's one (1) screenshot of text msgs at the very beginning smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, praise, it's very vanilla but it's soft and sleepy and romantic notes — requested by @foxdaisy — i looove writing soft cute fluffy stuff like this so i was very happy to see this request hehe. i hope you enjoy!

jun sets his phone on the counter, leaving it face up as he goes to start making dinner. you’d been staying late at work the past couple days to finish a big project, and he hated seeing you come home so exhausted and worn out. 

he sighs and turns the stove on with a click, setting a pot over the burner. the least he could do is have your favorite meal ready for you when you get home. he loves cooking for you, especially on nights when you’re much too tired to.

he’s so caught up in the recipe, making sure that everything will be perfect for you, that he doesn’t even notice how much time has passed until he hears your keys jingling in the front door and your soft footsteps coming into the kitchen. he turns around excitedly, waving at you as you walk towards him. “hi, sweetheart! i made dinner.”

you give him a tired smile, wrapping your arms around his stomach. “thank you, junnie. i appreciate it.”

he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, grinning when you laugh a little. “of course.”

you kiss his cheek, then walk away to wash your hands in the bathroom while he dishes up the soup he made. he pours a generous amount into your favorite bowl, the red one with flowers on it, before setting it on the table at your spot and taking his own bowl to sit down at his spot while he waits for you.

you come back in and sit down, eagerly digging in. “this is delicious, junnie,” you say in between spoonfuls.

he smiles and reaches out to hold your hand. “i’m so glad! i put those new spices you got in it, i was afraid it might be too much.”

“no, it’s great. i needed something spicy.”

he giggles and takes a sip from his spoon. “so how was your day?”

“it was alright,” you shrug, wiping your napkin across your chin from where little bits of soup dripped. “we finished the project we were working on, though. i’m happy it’s finally done with.”

jun claps his hands. “yay! do you think you’ll get a break now?”

“probably not,” you laugh. ‘but i took tomorrow off anyway. i need a day to just sleep.”

“oh, that’s good!” jun grins. “we can sleep in for once! my boss told everybody not to come in tomorrow.”

you finish the rest of your dinner slowly, talking here and there about your day and laughing when jun gets soup all over his face when he bends down to slurp it from the bowl.

you stand up to wash your dish but jun waves you away, taking it from you instead and putting it in the dishwasher. “i’ll do the dishes later,” he says with a smile. “but now i wanna spend time with you.”

your cheeks warm but you let him have the bowl, giving him another kiss before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. too many nights you’ve come home and gone straight to bed, though jun always waits up for you because he likes going to sleep together. tonight you’ve got a little more energy than usual, still riding the high of finishing your work and having a well-deserved break.

by the time you’re done washing your face and putting on your pajamas, jun is already sitting on his side of the bed waiting for you, the soft glow of the lamp filling the room. you walk over and climb in next to him and when you nod he turns off the light, adjusting himself in next to you.

you lay on your side facing him, and you can still see him in the light of the streetlight shining in through the window.

“i missed you,” jun says with a smile. “i’m glad you’re home.”

“me too,” you sigh, relaxing into the mattress. 

jun slips his arm around you, scooting a little bit closer to you. it’s quiet for a few seconds, and you frown, thinking he’s already wanting to sleep. you’re finally home with time off, and you don’t want to go to bed quite yet.

“‘m not that sleepy yet,” you whisper, and he tilts his head to look over at you. you reach out and gently run your fingers along his chest, feeling how soft and smooth his skin is beneath your fingertips. goosebumps prickle on your body as you think about all the times you’ve seen him like this, his bare chest sitting in front of you as he holds you.

“you wanna snuggle some more?” he asks, and his voice sounds so gentle that you don’t know how to tell him you aren’t really in the mood for cuddling.

“maybe… more than snuggling,” you answer shyly, resisting the urge to hide your face in the pillows in embarrassment.

a knowing look spreads across his features, and he rolls over to get closer to you. “oh, really? like what?” he teases. he knows exactly what you want, but he likes hearing it from you.

“want—you,” you sigh out as his hands slide down your side, squeezing your hip encouragingly.

“i’m right here, baby,” he giggles, and you swat at his arm. “all you have to do is tell me.”

"missed you," you start as your hands begin to explore his body. "missed… having you inside me."

jun moans, and the sound goes right through you as his hand slip beneath your shirt, running along your skin, touching you everywhere. "missed it too, baby. god, i missed all of you."

you sit up on your elbow so he can carefully slip your shirt up and over your head, letting it fall to the floor behind you. he rolls over as you fall onto your back and he shifts on top of you, slotting his leg between your thighs as his lips find yours.

you exhale against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you as his kisses deepen.

he moves his mouth away from yours and begins kissing down your body, attaching his lips to your neck, your collarbones, your chest, anywhere he pleases. you giggle when he pushes his face into your boobs, feeling his smile against your skin. 

he readjusts so that he's laying fully on you, balancing his weight on his elbows on either side of your body. he leans down to kiss you again, and you thread your fingers into his hair the way he likes.

you can feel him starting to grind against your thigh, growing harder the longer he kisses you. he reaches down in between your bodies to pull his cock out of his pajama shorts, pushing them down his long legs until they pool around his knees.

you moan when you feel him tap his cock against your abdomen, guiding it with his hand up and down through your folds, collecting your wetness.

"jun—" you whine out his name, tugging on his hair to tell him that he's taking too long. it's been too long since you've had soft, sleepy sex like this, and you're needier than you usually are. 

he grins and kisses the side of your nose, resting his cheek against yours as he holds the tip of his cock at your entrance and begins pushing into you. 

your breath catches in your throat, the stretch burning at first before it starts to melt into pleasure.

once he's fully sheathed inside you jun captures your lips with his, swallowing all your whines and little noises.

he stays still for a long time, even after you tapped his shoulder to let him know it's okay to move, but he just shakes his head and kisses you again. it's nice, so nice, just being with him again, and you won't complain even if he just wants to cockwarm with you for the rest of the night.

"just let me take care of you, baby," he coos, and you whimper at how soft yet gravelly his voice sounds.

you can hear both the sleepiness and the lust laced in his tone, and you clench around him involuntarily. his hips jerk a little, and you whine at the movement, feeling so perfectly full you don't know how it could get any better than this.

after a little while longer neither he nor you can stand it any more, and he shifts his weight so he can slowly start rutting into you.

you let out a sigh that you didn't realize you'd been holding in, and jun kisses your cheek again, brushing his nose against yours.

he slips his hand back down under the sheets to rub gentle circles around your clit, and you gasp and arch into him as his thrusts begin to pick up speed.

"does that feel good?" he asks, voice low, and you whine out a "yes". he grins, brushing your hair away from your face with his other hand. "my good girl, you needed this so bad, hm? needed me to take care of you."

"yes, jun—please," you rasp, gripping tighter onto his broad shoulders. "love you, love you so much."

he moans and his fingers speed up their languid pace, fucking himself into you more roughly but still just the right pace. "i love you too, baby. missed you always taking me so well, missed feeling you like this."

all you can do is stutter out his name, moaning a broken string of pleas and promises as you clench around him, feeling him bring you right up to the cusp of your orgasm.

he presses his lips to you, his teeth clacking with yours just a little from the way his body moves up and down, rocking into you and filling you up so perfectly. 

he mumbles another "i love you" against your mouth, and with one more strong thrust you come undone around him, repeating his name over and over again. his hands caress your skin before stopping at your waist, giving him more leverage to fuck himself into you as you struggle through your orgasm.

it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders as you start to come down from your high, floating in pure bliss as the tension and stress melts away from your body.

“where do you want me, baby?” he pants, his hands tightening around your hips as his strokes become more and more erratic as he approaches his orgasm. 

“on me— wherever,” you groan. though you always love it when he cums inside you, tonight you don’t have the energy for much clean up, so the easier the better.

jun seems to understand that, because just seconds later he pulls out of you and frantically jerks his cock over your stomach.

you reach up to hold his face with your hands, and he releases onto you with a whine as his high overtakes him.

gasping, he falls onto the bed next to you, his chest heaving a little with each breath. you let your eyes close, feeling your heart begin to slow down as you clasp your hands together over your chest.

the room is quiet for a minute before you feel jun shift off of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he shuffles off to the bathroom.

you open your eyes and watch him walk back into the room, a washcloth in one hand and a t-shirt in the other.

he leans onto the bed, wiping the cloth over your stomach as you stare up at him.

"hi," you giggle, your head still fuzzy and pleasant from your orgasm.

he grins and bends down to kiss you. "hey."

he hands you the shirt as he leaves again to put the washcloth in the laundry, and you slip it on, forcing yourself to sit up despite how your body aches and begs for sleep.

but just how jun always waited up for you, you wait for him to come back, sliding back into bed and pulling you close into his side.

his arms wrap around you and you nestle your head into his chest, his skin still a little sweaty but you don't care. you're just glad to be home and glad to be back in his arms, cuddling after too many long days at work.

he tucks your hair behind your ear, gently patting the top of your head as you struggle to stay awake.

"goodnight. i love you, junnie," you yawn, closing your eyes again and resting your head against him.

the last thing you remember before you fall asleep is him saying, "goodnight, my love", as he pulls the covers up around your neck just the way you like them and kissing your forehead one last time.

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[exhaslo]

omg i like love ur writing so much its like not even funny i look forward to each thing you write

so im thinking: Miguel as like ghost from modern warfare and clumsy new recruit reader whos actually super good at what they do but the twist is that she uses the art of catching people off guard to fight aka flashing enemies her bewbs

so Miguel’s annoyed over that because its such an “indecent” tactic but it works because even he gets caught like a deer in headlights when she does that. So like ig like in the middle of a mission she does it again and miguel straight up challenges her to to it to him and things get steamy ???????????

Aweeeee, thank you!!! It means a lot to me that you read and like my writing!!! Also, I suck at FPS games, so I never played COD MW, but I can try my best with this one, haha

So sorry that I got to this so late! I'm still catching up to so many requests from last month! But I can totally do this! Sounds really fun haha!

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, breast play, flashing, semi-public sex, grinding, oral (male receiving)

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This was supposed to be a serious game of friendly fire. This was supposed to be preparing everyone for the competition that was coming up with their rivals. This was supposed to be taken seriously as if everyone was really in the middle of the battlefield.

So why couldn't you?

Miguel was in awe as he read your stats and files. You had nearly a perfect score when shooting down the enemy team. Hell, you even had some military background, but yet you left there and applied here, which made him a little curious.

Miguel was also from the military, so he knew the rules and procedures. The only way he was going to find out more about you was the join you in action. Perhaps you were hiding something and could be used when Miguel had to get called onto the military again for a mission.

"We'll see tomorrow," Miguel hummed to himself, placing your file next to his usual ghost mask.

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This was a first. Miguel was impressed with you when you first came into the shop, gearing up and grabbing your weapons. You gave off a professional aura. Miguel was going to enjoy this fun little game and who knows, perhaps he could enlist you.

At least the thought last for a solid five minutes until the game actually began. You all split up, but Miguel stayed somewhat close by to you to watch you in action. You had everything set up and kept your focus for the enemies, but once you spotted one.

"Haha!" You yelled as you flashed your tits.

Miguel's eyes widen at the sheer shock of the action, but once you revealed your boobs, you immediately fired at the poor soul.

"Sucker," You said with a grin before fixing your shirt.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Miguel hissed as he stormed over to you. Your eyes glanced over at his tall dementor, knowing that he was hiding his anger behind his mask,

"Hm? It's friendly fire, all that matters is who wins." You said with a sweet chirp.

All Miguel could do was ask you to not do it again. You gave him a cute pout, apologizing before grabbing your gun and running off. Still not trusting your words, Miguel followed you to keep an eye on you.

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Miguel was beyond frustrated. While team did win with an overwhelming victory, the shame behind it was what made him mad. You had the most kills, all thanks to your little trick. It was a shame to the game, but there was no one else complaining but Miguel.

"Yai! Good game guys!!" You cheered, jumping in place.

"Hehe, good game." The enemy team chuckled, staring at your breasts. You smiled and made your way to Miguel,

"Aren't I good?" You said with a grin. Miguel glared at you, but you couldn't tell because of his mask,

"If this were a real war, would you even consider doing it?" He had to ask. You raised a brow,

"As much fun as it would be, there is no chance a real enemy will be swayed by my boobs."

"Hn, there's another friendly fire match in two hours. Can you join, and if you do, don't use your trick."

"Yeah!" You smiled brightly before giving another pout, "Fine. I suppose I could show you that I'm still a good shot."

"Good." Miguel said with a heavy sigh before leaving to his office.

You waved towards him, resisting a chuckle. At least he wasn't complaining about the size of your breasts. Besides, Miguel was fuming with anger, so he must be silently liking the trick too. At least you hoped he did.

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Miguel cussed quickly as he gripped the edge of his desk while pumping his dick in his hand. How frustrating it was to watch you carelessly show off those perfect bouncy breasts to other men like it was nothing.

It felt shameful to Miguel for even thinking about how perfect those breasts would look under him. His hands grouping them, giving you a reason to behave next time. You just looked so innocent and cute, to think you did something so daring.

Groaning as he cam, Miguel took a moment to compose himself. He was going to see you in proper action in the next game. Hopefully, your shots would still be up to par even without your little trick.

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You were doing good. You had kept your focus and still aimed perfect at each of the enemy team. Although, it did feel a little weird without having a laugh about your fun little gimmick. It just wasn't as fun without you giving the others a good laugh too.

Firing against another enemy, you stopped to reload. You felt a little frustrated. Right as you reloaded, you heard someone yell to show them your tits. Gripping the gun, you let out another sigh before hearing a gun go off.

"I'm confused. Do you, or do you not like to show the enemies your boobs?" Miguel questioned as he appeared beside you. You leaned against the wall, sighing softly,

"It's a long story of self worth and shit that I rather not get into. I left the military for a reason, and I personally think it's fun to throw people off guard, but then they start demanding it...I just, don't like it." You admitted. Miguel glanced at you,

"You're a good shot even without your trick."

"It's a fun stress reliever. I'm sure you would still be a good shot if you had something similar done."

"As if." Miguel replied coldly before shooting another enemy. You glanced at him with a devilish smirk,

"Is the famous ghost afraid of losing his kill streak?"

"Hn," Miguel grunted, not wanting to give you the satisfaction, but hell, he also wanted to prove you wrong, "Don't think they'll care about my chest." He teased.

You laughed and scooted over to him, "Not that kind of distraction." You cooed and saw his hard on through his pants, "Maybe I can help you do both?"

"Both?" He grumbled and hissed as you sat in front of his dick, "(Y/N), now is not the time."

"I read your file, Ghost," You hummed, undoing his pants, "Always perfect with everything you do, but such a hardass. When was the last time you relaxed?" You asked, glancing at his large dick that sprung out.

"Tch, now is NOT the time, (Y/N)" Miguel hissed, feeling himself lose concentration. You lifted your shirt, wrapping his dick between your breasts,

"I think it is the time," You hummed, holding your breasts as you started to massage his dick with them, "When was the last time you got to relax?"

"Fuck, I'm going to miss my shot."

"I thought something like this wouldn't affect your score?" You teased, leaning forward to lick his tip.

"(Y/N), you really...hn...really need to stop," Miguel groaned lowly, enjoying the feeling of his dick wrapping between your breasts.

"And leave you this hard?" You teased, gently sucking against his tip as your breasts did the rest.

"Fuck,"

Miguel cussed lowly as he fired his gun, shaking slightly from the pleasure you were giving him. Daring indeed. You had been single your whole life, so to do something like this, was surprising, but fuck, Miguel wasn't going to complain anymore.

Moving away from the window to reload, Miguel was panting and moaning as you kept sucking and pumping his dick with your breasts. How soft they were. Miguel felt the urge to pin you down and give you a reason to stop.

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You glanced up at Miguel, watching him melt under your touch. Honestly, you weren't planning on being this slutty, but you had to take the risk. You heard all about Miguel during your time in the military. You've seen his face and you knew that you wanted him.

But he was so difficult to approach, all the more reason why you came here. You wanted to be risky. You wanted him to notice you, and now here you were. His dick between your breasts and in your mouth.

Feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, you quicken your pace. Your panties were getting damp, eager to have this cock inside your cunt. Sucking against him more, you whimpered as Miguel started to grab your hair and move his hips along with you.

"Fuck, I'm c-close." He groaned.

You winced, tasting his precum first. His cock twitched against in your mouth, fucking himself deeper down your throat. You moaned from the feeling, and shook as you felt his hot, sticky cum flood your mouth. With a swallow, you coughed as Miguel pulled out of your mouth.

"How's...your shot?" You asked with a low chuckle. Miguel panted and picked you up, placing you towards the window,

"Why don't we test your shot now?" He asked, lowering your pants in the process, "Or can you only show off your breasts?"

"Mhm~"

You rested against your sniper gun, ass pressed up against Miguel. You shivered as you felt Miguel's dick rub between your thighs. His cock just rubbing against your damp panties, causing you to get even wetter. Oh how you wanted him inside you.

You went to fire against an enemy, moaning loudly as Miguel held your hips. The friction he was giving you was starting to burn. You moved your hips in response, nearly begging for him to stuff you full. Miguel must have noticed as slid his dick inside your panties, directly rubbing his dick against your folds.

"So wet. Don't miss your shot," Miguel groaned, trying his best to not shove his cock deep inside you.

No, that was for another time. There was only a few minutes left of the match. If Miguel was going to fuck you dumb, then it was going to be in the comfort of his own office or bed.

"Hah~ Ah~ M-Miguel," You moaned, attempting to fire your gun again, "R-Right there~ Ah~" You cried out.

Your body twitched as his cock feverishly rubbed against your wet walls and clit. Your vision began to blur as you felt yourself cum when he kept hitting your clit. Your panties were such a mess and you knew it.

"See me in my office after this match," Miguel whispered in your ear as he grunted lowly, "We need to go over your score for this round."

"Y-Yes, sir," You moaned as you felt him cum all over your panties.

You were a panting mess as you felt Miguel move away from you. He quickly fixed his pants as you did yours. You shivered at the feeling of his cum all over your pussy and not within. Glancing at his mask, you huffed your cheeks out and removed it.

"(Y/N)-"

You pecked his lips before fixing his mask again. A small smile against your lips as you trailed your hand down his chest,

"See you in your office."

"Match over. Top Score (Y/N)." The game spoke. You chuckled lowly and glanced at Miguel,

"I think I deserve an award for winning, again."

"Once I'm done with you, your winning streak will end next round."

You shivered in delight at his low, rumbling tone. Your pussy clenched at the thought, sitting right on your mess of underwear,

"I'm looking forward to it."

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Sorry if it's nothing like COD. Maybe one day I'll try and play the games, but I hoped you like the story none the less!!!

[pupkashi]

OMGS CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!!!ITS AMAZING!!!!

Can i request "  “what do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” with gojo?

Your writing always makes me smile and giddy inside :D

hi friend thank you so so much !!! I’m happy to know my writing makes you smile and giddy hehe it’s all i could ever ask for :3 i hope you enjoy this little piece !!

there’s a comfortable silence in the air as the soft sound of animal crossing sits in the air, satoru dozing off with his head in your lap as you rest your back on the headboard.

“don’t you think we should get some rest? it’s already almost 4 am sweets” satoru mumbles, voice a bit husky from how sleepy he was.

“i just have to get one more shooting star” you mumble, giving him a soft smile before focusing back on your game. satoru sighs, a pout on his lips as he sits up, his head resting on your shoulder as he begins to gently kiss your jaw, moving onto your cheeks before finally capturing your lips.

“please? wann cuddle” he frowns, giving you puppy eyes that he knows will never fail him.

you sigh, saving your game and tossing the controller to the side, rolling your eyes at satoru’s small ‘yay!’ as he takes you in his arms. the two of you cuddle into each other, your head resting on one of his biceps as the other arm drapes over your waist.

“cant believe I’m dating someone who keeps up with the stalk market” he mumbles, a teasing smile on his lips as you scoff at him.

“it’s very serious business, thank you very much” you shoot back, eyes narrowing a bit as he leans forward, lips meeting softly in the middle.

“I’ll take your word for it sweetheart” his voice is a bit deeper, maybe from how sleepy he is. you’re both quiet for a second, satoru let’s his eyes close, relishing in the feeling of your warmth radiating onto him.

he wants to sleep, but all he can think of is how insanely happy he feels in that moment. with the love of his life in his arms, giggling softly in the late hours of the night.

“what do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” you ask, voice hushed as you look at your lover expectantly.

satoru’s eyes flutter open at your question, humming in thought before he answers.

“probably be asleep,” he teases, you smack his chest and as he laughs, pulling you into his chest as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “most likely surviving off candy and falling asleep in my office” he murmurs.

“i don’t know really, can’t imagine a life without you in it” the words fall so casually from his lips, it takes you by surprise when he so easily questions you, “what ‘bout you?”

your face is hot as you look at him, unsure if he even knows the effect his words have had on you. your mind is fuzzy as you scramble for an answer, only being able to come with a simple, “maybe animal crossing still.”

satoru laughs at you, giggling as he holds you even closer, peppering your face with kisses as you smile, telling him to go to sleep.

“i love you so much ‘toru” you whisper, eyes closed as your head rests on the same pillow as your lovers, noses only centimeters apart.

“i love you sweetheart” he whispers back, voice gentle as the two of you find comfort in each others embrace.

[yang4ever]

do u believe in luv and basketball? ⋆🏀₊˚⊹ ♡ 🎧

liu yangyang of wayv (eek yay) x fem!reader

💌 part of the soft !hobbies with wayv! series im currently writing.. just mini stories abt wayv and their favorite things + their fav girl (you, duh). more soon~!

w.c. 882! so.. about 5-7 minutes of ur time hehe

content - fluff + hurt-comfort, long-distance bf!yangyang, reader is referred to as "girlfriend" "pretty girl" & "princess", mild cursing, winwin = sicheng, yangyang lives in germany for this one lol, (for like one sec) BASKETBALL BF YANGYANG:3

get a girlfriend, they said. it'll be fun, they said.

and it is... most of the time.

but right now, yangyang thinks it's the least fun it has ever been… owing to your current study abroad.

you didn’t want to take it, not really– what would happen to you and him? but he insisted because god, if it wasn’t a good ass opportunity for you and your dream job.

so, you sniffled your way through the security line at the airport, and yangyang always wakes up wishing it was already the next day, just so he’d be one day closer to your homecoming.

and at this very moment?

he’s here on the phone with you, recalling his afternoon spent with sicheng. hoping that maybe this time you wouldn’t fall asleep because of the time difference.

“hm. he sounds really bad, babe.” you say sleepily into the phone and yangyang feels that familiar ache in his chest he’s learned comes with missing you.

“he was! he really was!” the male responds, letting out a soft sigh.

he shifts around his bed, finding comfort as he settles into the space where you would usually be. the darkness of his bedroom feels like it's enveloping him in more ways than one tonight. “i was actually cooking him...”

yangyang pauses when he hears you yawn on the other line and then the rustling of what must be you snuggling more deeply into your blanket.

it’s barely 7pm in germany but it’s already a little past midnight at your over 5,000 mile away dorm. he knows you must be struggling to stay awake and in his most logical mind, he should be letting his pretty girl go to sleep. 

but when you mumble, “why’d you stop, baby? keep going..” he can’t help but give into his want to keep talking to you.

“i took this kind of long shot, y/n... it’s called a 2-pointer.. i swear, if you had seen it, you would’ve been like, ‘what the hell?’ because it was really that cool…”

“i wish i could’ve seen it too, yangie.” your voice carries a hint of wistfulness even through the phone and yangyang’s stomach twists at the thought of you missing him too.

“me too... it’s a lot more fun for me when you’re watching me play. you know that, right, princess?”

“really?” you sound so sweetly hopeful and yangyang’s smile is almost audible as he replies, his tone warm and affectionate. “yeah, dummy. you make everything more fun.”

“and?” you say suspiciously and he laughs a little. “i mean… i get my own personal cheerleader…”

you groan despite your boyfriend now laughing for real at his own lame joke. he's cute and it makes it hard for you to keep a straight face, but alas, you persist.

“you have such an ego on you, liu yangyang,” you roll your eyes, forgetting he can’t see you do it. “and you're corny too. it is so over for you when sicheng gets good at basketball… or gets a girlfriend…”

“oh shit!” yangyang’s laughter fades into a sudden excitement that rings out over your speakerphone. “i forgot to tell you… unless… you’re already halfway asleep..?” his voice takes on a slightly mischievous tone, tugging you out of your drowsy haze.

“ugh, you’re dumbbbbb,” you whine, playfully dragging out the syllable in feigned annoyance.

but safe to say, your curiosity is piqued despite the heaviness of your eyelids. 

“what is it?" you ask.

"wait. tell me you love me first," yangyang demands earnestly and you gawk at the unexpected request through the line.

"oh, you're crazy."

"what? i can't ask my girlfriend to tell me that she loves me?" your boyfriend teases, and for once, you're glad for the distance between you two, knowing he would've been all over the blush quickly creeping up your neck and cheeks.

"i just don't wanna blow up your already huge ego," you defend and he snickers.

"how about you tell me first," you hum quietly, fiddling with the edge of your blanket.

you wonder if he can detect the hopefulness in your voice-- you'd never admit it but you actually really do want to hear those words from him right now, the thought making you feel all glowy inside and suddenly shy at the prospect of turning his request back on him.

"yeah, okay." yangyang agrees easily. "i love you."

at those three words, you can't help the smile that blooms across your features or the way your tummy starts swarming with butterflies. is it a confession you've heard many times over? yes. does the amount of times you hear it do anything to calm the way your heart beats quaint with longing? no, never.

"make sure you're not meeting any hot singles who can cook, ok? i want you to come home to me," yangyang continues his sentiments to you. he keeps his tone light but you think the subtle crack at the end of his sentence gives him away. "i miss you a lot."

"i won't! i love you, too. so much." you admit in a rush, hoping your boyfriend can't sense the dull ache tinged in your words.

for a moment, you almost say that without him, you wouldn't really have a home to return to.

a.n. - wow first tumblr post!!! i've been on the platform, reading fanfiction since january of 23'. i wrote this work in one sitting last month and ive been re-editing it slowly ever since then. it's not my favorite thing in the world if im being honest but i just want to put myself out here lol. i love thinking up random stories in my head.. and now my stories are urs too!! send me stuff if u wanttt i stan a lot of groups i think

(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ THANK YOU for reading my words hahahahaha also bruh basketball is barely mentioned in here wtf .

+ the lowercase used throughout the story is a stylistic choice because i find it pretty. the highlighted sentences too:)!

[sahisan]

hurt/comfort with wanderer where his lover used to be a harbinger alongside him but came with him and was the only one who didn’t forget him when he became wanderer. she, however was very close with childe and columbina, and often misses them. she has bad days where she goes into depressive states from being away from them, and wanderer is there for her.

★ summary: wanderer x ex-harbinger!gn!reader. he comforts you after you've had another dream about your past days as harbinger.

☆ cw: sfw. fluff. hurt/comfort. cuddling. wanderer is bad at comforting (kinda). wanderer is called 'kuni'. reader's gender not specifies despite that the req has 'she/her' pronouns. mention of arlecchino x columbina (i couldn't help myself (not when i like the fatui and harbingers sm)). reader's rank at the harbingers not mentioned. 897 words.

☾ a/n: okay so. um. let me start with an apology first okay. dear anon who sent me this im extremely like EXTREMELY sorry bc this request had been sent to me ON AUGUST 7 and im like. IM SO SORRY TRULY༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ also this is inspired by wanderer's teapot lines so hehe. anyways wanderer fluff yay (i wrote this while listening to onibi series).

despite being in another room, writing some very important and very useful essay about research on inazuma's economy after the repeal of the sakoku decree, wanderer hears clear sounds of crying and sobbing.

your crying and sobbing.

and since it's already past 3am, and you should be fast asleep, he immediately senses that something is clearly wrong. sighing at the papers on the desk in front of him, he stands up, exiting the room.

he enters the bedroom only to find you curled up under the blanket on the bed, incoherently sobbing and babbling about something with a weak voice, trembling under the sheets, with occasional gasps for air and more muffled, but still loud sniffles.

wanderer frowns empathetically at the sight.

he knows what caused this state - another dream or even a nightmare of yours about your past harbinger days, about the happy days at both your and his duty, about other harbingers... he knows all of it, since he's witnessed all of this with you by his side, being equals with you still.

"[name]." he calls out, sitting down on the edge of the bed right next to your curled form.

as he gets a response of a sob echoing through the room, wanderer sighs softly again.

and you can't bring yourself to answer. not when the memories flood your mind like a waterfall - there's a waterfall of tears on your cheeks, too.

"[name], get out of there." he asks you again, hand placed on the blanket on your shoulder, providing you with as much reassurance as he can give you at the moment.

he bites back a frown as you reveal your tear soaked face, letting the blanket move to the side as you move to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling in the dark. wanderer clearly doesn't like what he's seeing.

remembering that he can, at least, comfort you in some way, he gets under the covering without any further words, draping a hand over your waist to bring your sobbing body closer and closer to him until your face is nestled flush against his chest. his other hand keeps you near by having his fingers softly going through locks of your hair on the back of your head.

you cling onto him like he's your life vest, your savior and an angel that's here purely to rescue you and help you out of your misery. wanderer almost chokes out a "hey!" as you get impossibly close, hands around him to basically melt into him - it even feels there's no air between the two of you. not like he minds it, of course.

he hears you muffling another small cry into his chest, before you exhale shakily through your mouth, sniffling quietly.

"did you dream of them again?"

"...yes."

"who was it this time?"

"columbina and- and childe." you reply, interrupted by a small hiccup as you speak. he could laugh at that but he can't bring himself to do it now, looking at your current state. he knows it's tough for you - it's always been since you both parted ways with the fatui.

"i- i miss them, kuni." you whisper shakily, and your voice sounds so weak as if you're going to break into tears again - and that's precisely what you do, clinging onto him, unsteady hands grabbing onto his clothing.

wanderer sighs deeply. "i know." he knows, he knows, he does. how couldn't he when almost every evening you start babbling about those petty banquets hosted by the harbingers to let out all the stress from the past month, literally about everything you - and he - could remember.

"do you- do you remember that banquet?" you ask quietly, sniffling a few more times, before wanderer goes silent for a moment to think.

oh.

"oh, that banquet?" he confirms thoughtfully, hearing a small, quiet chuckle from you.

"yes, that one."

"that one where signora purposefully got childe so drunk that he started flirting with columbina and almost got beaten up by arlecchino?" he laughs too after you do, realizing you're slowly but surely getting better now. "how could i forget that one?"

"oh, kuni, i know you could never.." you smile up at him, eyelashes glistening with small tears on them.

"yeah, she beat his ass just as the bastard deserved." wanderer says, his thumb coming to wipe the trails of tears on your reddened cheeks. "i almost admire her for that."

"almost?"

"almost."

that is when he earns a loud, long laughing season from you, back to seeing you smiling from ear to ear and crying now because of how hard you're laughing.

if the puppet had a heart it would be shattered into pieces by now, after witnessing all your reactions and emotions. wanderer unintentionally, subconsciously, starts laughing with you.

"sometimes i think you hate everyone in this world." you speak up after you've both calmed down a tad bit.

"why only think? i do hate everyone." he retorts with a raised eyebrow. "everyone except for you." he adds quietly, nuzzling comfortably into the crown of your head, breathing in the scent of your hair.

"what was that, kuni?" you try to look up, but his hand keeps you at place. ah, there i is - your favorite flustered wanderer is back, just as you like it.

"nothing, go to sleep." he mutters, tugging you into the blanket silently.

[cheezeybread]

Hi! Can I request how Leona, Trey, Ruggie and Cater would react to a male reader flirting with them two seconds after meeting them? (I imagine Leona's segment being especially comical since the player's first interaction with him involves him threatening us)

YAY, a request! So psyched for this >:) My first thought was of those terrible pick-up lines people use off of Google, ehehe-

Tw// None...maybe a swear or two, but mostly funny things, I swear! :)

𝐌𝐚𝐥e 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐬

𝐇���𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫??

𝙁𝙩: 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖, 𝙍𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙚, 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙮, 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑

He's so confused at first

Like, he was just taking a nap in the gardens when this herbivore came out of NOWHERE and stepped on his tail, or course he's mad! But then when he gets up and starts to threaten this nobody, he starts flirting with him???

"Oh, excuse me! Where you laying on the ground because you just fell from heaven?" "WHAT."

He gets caught off guard by this, obviously, and can't even think straight! But after a few small stammered words, he manages to collect himself once more and finishes his half-baked physical threats before storming off

Of course, he'd be lying if he said that this didn't install just a liiiiittle hint of curiosity in him. Curiosity killed the cat, after all! Even though he's not one to stalk and find out everything about this flirter, he'll find out some things through listening to people chatting in his classes, in the hallways, and just in general. Apparently this guy that tried to flirt with him wasn't just a nobody herbivore, it was a MAGIC-LESS nobody! The very same one that came in during their orientation and caused such a big ruckus!

He ain't gonna do nothing with this information at first, of course. But one of two things can happen.

1) If you try flirting with him subtly, he ain't gonna notice. He'll chalk it up to you being "friendly" or whatever it is well-liked people do

2) BUT if you keep flirting with him in the same obvious manner, he's gonna catch those feelings sooner or later (starting right after his little overblotting incident ;) ), so keep up the good work!

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𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈

In the crowded cafeteria, he thought that he just misheard you, so he had to ask you to repeat what you said

"Wow, what beautiful eyes you have...all the better to see me with, huh? ;)"

Bro is immediately flustered by this dude stepping in between him and Grim that he drops Leona's sandwich, which causes Grim to simultaneously drop the food he got in the trade. Don't worry, though, Ruggie caught the sandwich!!

Ruggie is the type to get so flustered and embarrassed when anybody tries to flirt/say anything nice to him that he gets red in the face and starts laughing nervously

"Sheeheeheheh- gotta go, heehee, s-sorry, thanks for the sandwich, kitty, eehee-"

And with that, he runs off, sandwich in hand and face still beet red

That still doesn't stop him from doing his dastardly plans regarding the Spelldrive tournament...it just means that he's a little more wary of you (He's a little nervous around you, low-key. I mean, someone that compliments him like THAT, and Ruggie is trying to think of what the ulterior motive is here!)

It'll take a while, but eventually he gets it through his head that there IS no ulterior motive! Badabing-badaboom, you now have a super-loyal hyena by your side!

Bro isn't going anywhere.

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𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

This is the only dude in the entire school who is normal and has normal relationships, pretty much.

His first assessment of the flirting is just that maybe that's how you are. Some people are shy, some are outgoing, and some are overly-flirtatious!

So he takes it in stride, and even flirts back with you!

"A baker, huh? Explains why you're so warm and sweet!"

"Hehe, and what are you, a pastry? I feel like I'm gonna need to brush my teeth after talking to you, you're so sugary sweet."

Overall, not fazed at all!

But this does make him like you all the more! He liked the bold nature (it was a breath of fresh air after being stuck in this dorm with emotionally-distant punks!)

He's sure to stick close to you whenever he sees you. Oh, you're heading to class? He'll walk you there. Passing by in the hallway? You're greeted with a soft smile and an eager greeting.

He'll also use you as a taste-tester! Trey enjoys the time he gets to be with you, and it also doesn't hurt to practice his back-and-forth flirting banter! Be careful, though, or one day you'll notice that it'll cease to be friendly fire and verges more on the edge of "man, two dudes in a kitchen, maybe we should just go ahead and kiss or something"

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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

He absolutely doesn't take you seriously at first.

I mean, come on, he's CATER DIAMOND, social media god! Hearthrob over Magicam! He's received plenty of flirts both on the screen and in real life!

BUT he does give you an absolute shit-ton of compliments back

"What are you doing here, pretty boy? Painting flowers? Because it seems more like you've just painted my heart <3"

"Hah! Thanks, sweet thing, you ain't too bad yourself! Watch yourself, or you might get one of those pretty little hands pricked by a thorn"

I mean, later on, when he's about to go to sleep, he'll rethink the whole situation...wait, WERE you actually flirting with him? I mean, it didn't seem like you flirted with anyone else in the Heartslabyul...

He'll totally try and stalk your social media (but, of course, he'll fail at that because you don't HAVE any social media because you're not from this world!)...after that, he'll have to search for information about you irl (the horror!)

Asking around with the students, the teachers, listening for any new gossip, Cater will try and find out every little thing about the mysterious being that is you! He's not a creep about it, I promise, he just wants to find out if you're the type to flirt flippantly or seriously

In the end, he'll just straight-up ask you if you were /j or /srs with him then

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.