#and that dream thing!!! having the req and finding that!!! i honestly love that

[waterfallofspace]

i just want to say that your mental health update was so vulnerable and relatable. when you said that even though it’s not about the numbers, they still do sometimes matter just a little… i found that honesty very refreshing (and again, relatable). i hope that you’re able to make this a comfortable space for yourself too, since you already try to make it that for others ❤️

actually, i originally came to your blog to see if your requests are open, to ask about a s/oukoku fic ft d/azai with cat allergies (bc i would love to see it in your writing style!), but when i read your update, i didn’t want to send a request and overwhelm you. but then i read about your post about your dream and had to say something because WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?!

so feel free to ignore if you’re too burnt out, but on the off chance the inspiration hits you… i would be squealing with excitement!!! (and not to sound presumptuous, but if more specifics for the request would be helpful, i can do so!)

signed, a lurker who is grateful for your content ❤️

This is so sweet, thank you so much~

It honestly makes me so happy to know that people appreciated the vulnerability/honesty~ It can definitely be a bit terrifying to post something like that, but... I'm the kinda person who thinks that 'hard' or 'difficult' truths like that, ones that feel socially unacceptable... sometimes they're exactly what you need to share, help someone else feel a little less alone <3

Especially something like that, with such a stigma but... ofc it makes people feel certain ways based on numbers..! It can feel so shameful to feel that way, even though it makes so much sense, and so many of us feel it, so I'm glad to share that kinda thing, I know I always appreciate seeing people talk about their sorts of struggles with that! Makes me feel less alone too <3

Now onto the good stufffffff~ What are the chances indeed???? That's actually so cool to me haha!~ Genuinely, as long as you don't mind a bit of a wait to get it fully out and ready, I'd love some more specifics to give it a try!~ D/azai (and S/oukoku) are so precious to me, and I find their dynamic fairly fun to write~

And I mean hey, kinda feels like fulfilling a prophecy with that dream ;D If you'd like to send some more details over, I'd be happy to receive them!~ And thank you for this overall, made me smile 🫂💗

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[reshinless]

If you're open for request rn can i please req for

Kinich x reader but the reader is kinda alcoholic or something

I actually just really want to see Kinich angst ngl😭

alcohol mentions

he instinctively leaned to his left that's where you always sat.

he should've seen it coming. it's been 12 months, almost a year now. he hates the very sight of it—alcohol.

maybe he should've never talked to you that day. maybe he should've kept to himself that day. just what if he stayed sleeping in your arms that day, you wouldn't have argued with him.

he knew your tendencies, but it had been almost a year, turning two for you to be sober. it was all his fault that he talked with you anyway.

he didn't mean to start an arguement. he really didn't. if this was how it turned out he really fucking wished he didn't even have a mouth. cause now he couldn't hear you even utter a word.

what can he do? the love of his life, the only purpose he had wilted away because of him. all he can do is what for the time that life takes his, just so he could be with you.

hopefully in another universe he stayed quiet. in another universe, you never took that bottle from the bar. another universe probably where you two never met. a universe where he just really fucking hoped that he didn't see you. hear you. feel you.

he doesn't care if it meant he'd never grow old and wrinkly with you, if he found out he caused your desth—its better off you stay alive, well, healthy, without someone like him.

people always told him you would've forgiven him. and they were so fuckin' right. that was he worst part. you would've said sorry for leaving him alone. you would've ran up to him, given him a hug and a kiss because you died. telling him not to say sorry.

you were his whole world—every aspect of you meant everything. yet you were just a wildflower as others described it. you were an undying orchid in his heart, how could everyone just move on?

12 months without you. at first, he was in denial the first month he lost you. honestly was still processing everything.

then anger came around, stuck for a few months. just lashed out at any mentions of you. negative, and positive

bargaining that you may still be there. he checks on you everyday, even if he knows you're more than out cold.

the genuine depression episodes he goes through are inevitable, cuddled up in your clothes, your scent is the only thing that's keeping him alive.

he only accepts it when he finds you in a dream. of him and you, when it's his time at least. maybe.. in another life—you both would've had kids, and settle down somewhere. he can only hope. there he goes on leaning to his left like he always does.

[allisonlol]

HII !! could you do dazai, chuuya and fyodor with a s/o that forgot pretty much everything from their past/forgets a lot in the present due to trauma? if possible male reader, and if not gn works aswell! thank you :))

a/n: felt this req hard LOL

warnings: memory loss, past trauma (not elaborated on)

(Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor) With a S/O with Memory Loss From Trauma

Dazai

i feel like dazai can relate in some ways because he too has immense trauma but instead of forgetting it, he remembers it too well

therefore in a way he's grateful that ur brain is blocking those memories so u don't have to remember the pain

dazai had noticed your forgetful behavior the second he met you, and had already categorized it as due to trauma in your past

honestly finds your forgetfulness adorable but it also enrages him bc someone hurt you enough to cause it

simply does not comment on any of this though. if you mention that you forgot something that happened literally yesterday he'll simply smile at you (is that a hint of sadness in his expression?) and reassure u that it's okay

will text u updates throughout the day to make sure u aren't forgetting anything

pictures pictures pictures!!!! literally photographs everything u guys do together so you can always look back to remember :)

but unbeknownst to you, dazai will secretly do some deep digging into your past to find out exactly what happened and who to get revenge on <3

^trust me when i say they will deeply regret everything they had ever done to you

Chuuya

it's canon that chuuya can't remember what... the first 7 years of his life? so he totally understands

he won't question u at all abt the reasonings for your memory loss unless u wanted to talk abt it

does get worried abt your current forgetfulness though. with a job as strenuous as being in the mafia, having a good memory is important

^if any of the higher ups knew you weren't "sufficient enough" in that department, despite your other strengths, you would be disposed of

this added stress doesn't help you at all but chuuya does his best to keep you safe

^having a boyfriend who is also your executive is very useful in this aspect

leaves little notes and reminders on your desk so u won't forget anything important

hell, chuuya will even fill out reports for you if u were having trouble remembering the events that took place

i feel like he would also pay very close attention to everything u guys do together so, if you forgot, he would be able to tell you all about it

Fyodor

another one who categorized your memory loss as due to trauma the second he met you

unlike the others tho, he will question u about it

if you’re honest with him & say that it’s due to traumatic events, he’ll ask if you want him to do anything about it for you (in other words, find and eliminate the ones who caused it ��)

^if you say no to this, he’ll nod and agree with u but secretly hunt them down on his own

however if you lie to fyodor and say that you’re just forgetful (not due to trauma) he’ll frown & keep asking probing questions until he gets the truth out of u

has he heard of privacy? like damn

^its out of love tho. not saying it’s right but fyodor shows his care by learning as much abt u as possible. he needs to know everything, good or bad

finds your current forgetfulness adorable, albeit irritating at times (remember who we’re talking abt here)

if you forgot an event or important piece of information he will get slightly annoyed with you & might say some insensitive things 😬

^tho once he sees that he’s upset you, fyodor will usually sigh and apologize

recommends u keep a journal for reminders, however he also logs all events that u do alone or together so you won’t forget in the future

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[hwajin]

#! — [ talk ] yang jeongin

— fem!reader // nsfw // oral (f receiving), this is honestly so rushed and barely proofread i'm sorry 😭 req!

Jeongin had never seen you like this. Face flushed in utter darkness, colour continuing down to paint at your neck, your hands aching to hide yourself behind them – only because he had been curious of your wishes.

Admittedly, the both of you were new to being intimate with the other. It had clicked well the first time, surely, yet there were things unspoken and hidden behind secret thoughts and shy fantasies. Thoughts and fantasies you were eager to explore when the time was right, though that didn’t make the matter all the less nerve-wrecking – it was embarrassing admitting to ones likings and most sinful dreams, even with a close loved one, with a person as trustable as Jeongin.

He had been littering you in kisses, trails of wet on cheeks, shoulders and nape, on the expanse of your chest, the curves and dips of waist to hip. And if he was told it took one sentence merely to seemingly ruin you, to take any form of boldness out your body he would have not believed it. He would have laughed as the disbelief had set in his body, watching you with aghast eyes as you grew a stuttering mess.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

One sentence only, barely spoken loud enough to register, hushed against the flesh of your stomach. By that time there hadn’t been an inch unkissed, Jeongin’s lips reddened, your body littered in flower shaped bites. You had tensed up, looked down at the man between your thighs in utter loss for words – wanting to tell him that you wanted everything, any and all if it was from him, yet not finding the words to. Wanting to tell him that if it came to him there was nothing you didn’t want, that your wishes could run beyond sane imagination – though you said nothing at all. Merely looked and blinked until he had found your eyes, questioning look within them, utterly surprised to see you like this.

Ever since Jeongin had met you he’d admired your confidence. Your boldness to speak your truth when needed, to stand up for yourself without a helping hand. You’d been the one who approached him first, turning him into a state of flusterness nine times out of ten, and he’d always loved it. Though if someone was to ask him now – he might answer to like this side just as much. Was so new to seeing you like this, especially when it came to him, that it got him chuckling in his place which only caused you to run redder, darker. To convert his eyes off him, groaning in flooding embarrassment.

“I don't know you like this at all... it's cute.”

Teasing tone lacing his voice, and you whined out in frustration. The spreading timidity wasn’t in your control, and you’d liked it much better off, would like it much better if you could simply speak your mind. If you could blurt out all the anarchic thoughts that coursed your head, or if Jeongin, at least, didn’t take notice of your state. Though it was much to late for that.

“C'mon baby...”, continuing his way down your body, kissing in between his words – your body grew hotter in anticipation or in embarrassment, you weren’t all too sure by now, "...I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”, locking eyes with you from beneath, his darkened on your flickering ones, and you urged to shut them. Urged to convert your gaze anywhere that wasn’t him – because truly, he was at fault. Jeongin’s hands, warm and grasping at your body, his wettened lips on most sensitive spots – it all drove you to a place of wordlessness, of embarrassing shyness and insanity. He was the reason you were unable to express a single word and yet he was the one wanting to hear all of them.

“Tell me.”

Voice so tantalising heat shot right to your core, and you closed your eyes after all – it was easier to utter words that way, surely.

“Eat me out.”

Voice so silent Jeongin nearly overheard it – yet he smiled to himself in mischief, watching your ever darkening grimace of shame, the way your eyes wouldn’t open still. Not too big of a wish if both of you were honest, and if it came to Jeongin he'd be ready and on your knees for you whenever you'd ask him to, doing whatever you asked him to. Yet it was something new for you altogether – that was nothing but a valid reason for your state. Though Jeongin was compassionate with you. It didn’t take him long to settle between your legs, parting them in the process, earning easy access to your wettening core. A sight new for him and it needed Jeongin a pair of seconds to recollect himself, to collect his fallen jaw and widened eyes before he lowered himself core level, slowly. Taking in your scent, feeling your body tensing up. Connecting tongue to slit, experimentally first, surer then when your hips grinded against him softly. And it didn’t require him much explaining – attentive eyes on you entirely, watching your every move as he tongued and sucked at your clit, left butterfly kisses around areas most sensitive, groped at your thighs to keep you down, or closer to him. It didn’t require him much explaining because with every of his antics your voice grew in volume, with ever of his kitten licks your face turned into one of contortion, with every inserting finger he added to drive you closer to release your body tensed and tightened, trembled against the mattress until you saw white, until Jeongin’s tongue and fingers, his touch grew sheer painful to bear, until oversensitivity got a hold of your body and weakened limbs, minds.

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NOT SURE IF ANYONE ELSE REQ THIS.... nsfw yandere emesis blue Medic please !! He was literally so caring and kind at the beginning and watching him delve into madness and being like.. that ...was so hot and so good for yandere material! thank u :D

ALRIGHTY! so this one's a little different than what I usually write, and honestly, Medic doesn't have much yandere-behavior until the final scene, but I hope you enjoy, thank you so much for the request!

(This is meant to take place during chapter 5, after he tries to revive Scout in the respawn machine, sees himself over Scout's Ma's body, gets burned by Pyro and is hiding out in a Chapel. And before he's found by Spy and Soldier.)

Title: Heaven Waits

Character: Emesis Blue! Medic 🕊️

Rating: X, MINORS DNI! GO PLAY OUTSIDE!

Content Warnings: Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death

Word Count: 5.6k

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TIP JAR

"I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive." Laurie Anderson explaining her Attraction to Moby Dick

"Is this a dream?" You wondered as you listened to your footsteps echoing in the hollow nothingness stretching endlessly around you. If all this was a dream, you wanted to wake up again. What felt like hours had passed since you woke up in the fetal position on the ground with no memory of how you got here and a full canteen of water strapped around your neck. 

While you weren't hungry, thirsty, or tired, you were overwhelmed by a bewildering sense of loneliness, an anxiety in isolation that only intensified the longer you plodded along. You were almost sure this was a dream, given the surreal lack of life around you, no other humans, no buzzing insects, chirping birds, or scurrying of some mammal- just you and the sound of the wind. The world around you appeared hazy, shrouded by dark shadows, making you wonder if you were lost in civilization or the wilderness. 

Every now and then, you could hear something in the distance, some nondescript moan or growling sound like nothing you couldn't imagine making you freeze up and feel all the more helpless. But just as you were beginning to wonder if you'd been walking in circles, you could see what appeared to be a little urban outskirt in the darkened horizon. And before you could even consider if you were about to run straight into danger, you found yourself racing in the direction of quasi-familiarity. Specifically, something called you toward a squat derelict chapel a distance from the rest of the buildings. Something deep down urged you forward- convinced you were meant to go inside. Like someone was in there waiting for you, someone who could cure you of the crushing loneliness.

The sight of something recognizable filled you with hope; not only was it an actual building, but you could swear you saw the outline of a person inside. You spotted a massive hole in the building beside the shoddily boarded-up door and windows just big enough to crawl through. The chapel appeared rickety by age; the outside was veined with cracks and spotted with gaping holes of missing walls, making the building appear even more fragile. You couldn't guess how long this place was abandoned, but the idea of no longer wandering the darkness lost and alone gave you all the incentive needed to investigate the inside. 

Standing on the other side of the drafty chapel stood a tall man with a familiar silhouette, facing away from you, breaking the silence with a whisper hardly loud enough for you to hear. "Gott hilf mir."

"Medic, is that you?" While you were hopeful, the idea of finding a friendly face in the confusing nightmare you'd awoken in seemed too good to be true, and you were careful not to get too close to the figure before discovering precisely who it was. As you drew closer, inch by agonizing inch, you held your breath, biting down on your lower lip nervously. Too scared to get any closer, you watched with wide, terrified eyes as the figure turned to face you, revealing himself to be exactly who you hoped, though now that you could see his face, you were struck by just how different he looked.

"I am here." Was all he had to say as you paced across the uneven chapel floors in his direction. Not only did he look different, but his voice sounded horse, hardly like the man you knew.

Medic looked years older. The bags under his eyes seemed heavier in the low lighting, and the sweat coating his face emphasized his fine lines, somehow making his face appear more gaunt. You could tell by the way he was facing the light something was off about the half of his face concealed by shadows, but you couldn't quite see. More disturbingly, as you looked down, you realized blood drenched his bare forearms and hands, staining them bright red; his vest and shirt were so soaked with blood it formed little red rivulets trailing down his pants. 

You couldn't imagine what he'd gone through before you found him. To your disappointment, he hardly reacted to your presence, watching you with dull eyes, arms slackened at his sides as he stared straight ahead through the window on the far wall. 

Pausing a few paces away, you wrung your hands together nervously, fiddling with the canteen, listening to the water quietly sloshing inside. "Medic, what happened to you?" The question was so blunt you almost felt embarrassed saying it out loud. He sighed heavily, breaking away from the window, taking a seat at the nearby pew, which creaked as he sat, slumped forward, burying his head in his hands. 

"It's Fritz."

"Huh?"Timidly you approached the bench as though waiting for permission before sitting down, though, to your disappointment, he continued to regard you with little more than melancholic disinterest. Still, he didn't pull away, which you took as an invitation to sit beside him. 

He took his glasses off, leaving them on the side of the bench away from you. Fritz used his hand to rub the sweat from his tired eyes. "It's Fritz now. I have no right to call myself a Medic. Not anymore."

You were about to say something, but he spoke first, "I can't save anyone."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing; sitting beside him on the bench with the canteen on your lap, you whispered, "You don't really believe that do you?"

"I know so." He responded, pressing his lips together into a hard line as though trying to hold in tears. Clearly, he must be referring to what he'd been through before, whatever it was you hadn't witnessed, but thinking back a little further, you remembered how hard Medic took Scout getting laid off. But you were told it was a complication regarding the respawn machine, and you couldn't understand how Fritz blamed himself for this.

"But, Medi- sorry, Fritz, you don't really blame yourself for what happened to Scout, do you?"

He nodded once solemnly, "I do."

"It wasn't your fault, I don't… Fritz, I don't understand why everything's gone insane since the respawn machine went down, but none of this is your fault! I don't know what's going on around here, but let's try and find our way back home; if we work together, we could-"

He shook his head, furrowing his brow, groaning in frustration, "You don't understand! You haven't seen what I've seen. If you knew what I've done- what I did to that poor boy, you'd never want to see me again." Fritz's voice cracked with emotion, like even saying Scout's name hurt him. 

There was no way he would tell you what he'd seen, but you refused to believe his words. "That can't be true." 

"I made Jeremy go through respawn! I knew it was dangerous, but I forced him through anyway! I was reckless- I was stupid! I'm the one who turned him into a smear of blood on the floor!" His hands balled into fists, clutching the fabric of his pants as he shouted. You could feel your stomach drop imagining what happened to Scout in this awful place, but you also felt all the more compelled to get Fritz out of here. 

Turning to lean closer to him, you reached out to touch his blood-splattered arm, pleading, "Fritz, please, don't talk like that. I don't know what you're going through, but I can't stand by and let you give up like this! Come back to base with me, I know we don't know how to fix this yet, but we can't do anything sticking around here! We need to move now!"

He looked up, eyes unfocused and haunted, speaking in a hoarse croak. "For God's sake, he was so young- He had his entire life ahead of him, and I took all that away. If his mother knew what I'd done-" His voice broke off into a choked sob, "Oh God, his mother-"

Fritz held his head in his hands as he began panting erratically, almost hyperventilating, his knuckles going white as he fisted his hair, his terror was impossible to understand, and you were almost too scared to get any closer for fear of intensifying his anxiety, but seeing him tormented hurt too much. Leaning close enough to feel his breath on your face, you placed your hands over his, gently pulling them from the sides of his face to your lap over the canteen. Fritz wouldn't meet your gaze, focusing squarely on the sight of your hands wrapped around his, trying to calm his trembling. A part of you wanted to know exactly what happened to Scout's mother, but you doubted Fritz was in the state to talk about it.

"Fritz, we need to get you out of here before-" 

To your surprise, Fritz began to laugh wildly between his dog-like panting, the sound giving you goosebumps, "Before what? Before I'm killed again? Can't you see- there is no way out!"

Your mouth went dry. "Killed… again?"

He didn't answer, rocking back and forth as he laughed. You shouted desperately, squeezing his hands between yours, "Fritz, what's happened to you?" 

He laughed maniacally for a moment until it quieted to a chuckle, "Maybe you're right… None of this is real. None of this makes sense, none of this means anything, and it's all a matter of time before I die for good. If I were you, I'd run. Save yourself from me while you can!" His grin terrified you, the expression so frightening it made him appear even less like himself. Only now, with your forced closeness, registered the scar of burnt tissue from his left ear, down the side of his face, almost extending down his neck. Once you noticed the blotch, it was impossible to look away.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced yourself to speak. "I don't understand any of this more than you do, Fritz, but I won't leave without you. I would never leave you behind. I don't care what you've done here, for God's sake- you're a good man! You don't deserve to die alone here!" You could see his face visibly sour when you called him a 'good man.'

Drawing a deep breath, he slouched back a little, reclining against the pew but keeping his hands on your lap. "Do you believe there's another side? Will there be an afterlife when you die? Will there be any mercy for people like me? Or is this my eternity?"

Hearing him admit defeat like this was so unlike the Fritz you knew; it was almost insulting to hear. "Stop talking like that! You're not going to die, and you aren't dead yet; please, let me get you out of here!"

His eyes narrowed as he finally looked you in the eye. "Do you remember how you got here?"

You blinked, "What?"

He continued in a sharp tone, "Do you know how long you've been here?"

"Fritz, what do you-"

You could feel his fists tightening between your hands as he continued, "Tell me, how do you know you're not already dead?"

Your eyes widened hearing him say that. No matter how hopeful you tried to sound, you had no answer for him. Fritz was right. You had no idea how long you'd wandered the darkness trying to find another living person, how you got here, or why you were brought here. You genuinely had no idea how you came to wake up here, and you couldn't entirely deny the possibility you really were dead.

You felt so cold, while you could feel your heart beating, your hands felt numb, and you felt yourself swaying in your seat, unable to remain steady as Fritz continued to question you. But it couldn't be true. You refused to let yourself believe it was so!

There was no getting through to him like this, pushing the canteen off your lap onto the bench to stand up facing him. You closed the distance between the two of you until you were close enough to crawl onto his lap, legs straddling either side of his body. He looked slightly baffled but didn't make any effort to pull away. Cupping the sides of his face with the palms of your hands, you forced a small, compassionate smile. He pulled back slightly, pressing his back harder against the bench, though he made no effort to push you off. "Fritz, no matter what happens to us or what you do, I'll always wait for you. I will always try to find you." 

"Why?" He muttered.

"I care about you; I always will. There is nothing you can do to change that." You had no idea if you were saying the right thing or not, but to further convince him, you pressed a loving, almost parental kiss to the top of his head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, gently pressing yourself as tight up against him as possible, signing in with content and relief when you felt his arms numbly wrap around your waist. His body felt cold, and you suspected yours did too, but up against each other like this, at least it would be easier to warm up.

Fritz felt so small and vulnerable in your arms, more fragile than you'd ever seen him before. The feeling of his weak arms wrapped around your body was as sweet as it was heartbreaking. He squeezed you tighter as you pressed your forehead against the top of his head, rubbing tiny circles into his scalp with your fingertips as you hummed quietly. 

Touching his cheek with a trembling hand, you inquired gently, "What happened to your face?"

His lips pressed into a hard line as he turned his face, pulling away slightly, "It's nothing... It doesn't hurt." You could tell he didn't want you to worry about him, but your eyes drifted down as you got a closer look at how roughed up he really was.

"Your hands are covered in blood- Is it… yours?" 

He shook his head, "The Conaghers."

Blood splattered from his fingertips to elbows and caked the front of his vest and undershirt. Placing both hands on the top buttons of his vest, you began undoing the buttons.

"What are you doing?" He sounded dazed but didn't try to stop you, which you took as a sign to continue, trying not to get too grossed by the dry, crusted blood stains that stiffened the fabric. 

"You're filthy. I'm going to clean you up." Hopping down from his lap, you worked to completely undo his vest; you helped him shrug it off, placing it beside him on the pew. 

"What's the point? You'll just waste your water." He sounded pessimistic but compliant as you undid the buttons on his undershirt. As you suspected, the blood seeped entirely through the fabric, crusts of blood getting caught in his chest hair, staining his skin, and you couldn't help but worry for a moment you wouldn't have enough water to get the job done. While you'd seen him covered in blood countless times before, seeing him so beaten down and depressed while enveloped in gore made it hard to look at him.

Forcing half a smile, you replied, "C'mon, don't worry about that. Let me do what I can to help." 

Without another thought, you stepped back a little, pulling off your shirt, pouring out most of the water in the canteen to drench the fabric, then pressing the wet cloth to his shoulder. "This will probably feel a little cold. Just try to relax, alright?"

You could swear you saw his eyes lingering on your exposed body for a moment before nodding, letting his eyes drift shut, and sighing softly as you began to work the cold cloth against his chest. 

Trying to remove all the blood coating him was a tall order; Fritz was a big guy, and you only had so much water at your disposal, but you couldn't help but notice the tension slowly draining from his face as you continued to wipe away the blood. His breathing began to deepen and slow as your fingers crept from his chest lower down. It would be easy to try and get even lower, but you wanted to keep Fritz mellow and take as much time as possible. After you'd cleaned his upper chest, you drapped the cloth around his neck and began massaging the taunt muscles in his shoulders, trying to work some tension from his upper back. 

Fritz's head lulled a bit further back as you pressed your fingers harder into his flesh. You could watch him like this forever, but you forced yourself to focus on where he was the dirtiest, his hands. You wrung out the rag and dowsed some more water on it before kneeling down. Creeping closer to plant yourself between his spread legs, taking his right arm with yours while you used the other arm to swab the carnage from his skin. Working with the utmost care, you tried your best to clean the filth from the creases of his hands, from under his nails, and out of the hair coating his arms, trying to ignore the putrid smell in the process.

Doing the same to the other arm, you were honestly amazed at how much blood you'd managed to scrub away, though without soap, you couldn't do anything to clean up the red residue plastered across his arms and chest. Staying put on your knees before him, you knew the right thing to do was re-dress him and look for a way out now that you'd gotten him as clean as possible. But the sight of Fritz, half undressed and finally relaxed, made you pause. "Would it really be so bad to stay just a while longer?" You wondered. 

You didn't want to awaken him from the calm trance he'd fallen into, so you began to advance with feather-light movements, placing one hand on the top of his knee, the other on the bare skin just above his belt. You whispered, "Can I get these off too?"

Looking down at you through half-lid eyes, he hesitated momentarily before nodding, "Please." 

His face was flushed, and you could tell he was already semi-aroused from the massage. Fritz watched as you undid his belt, unfastening his pants, shifting in his seat as you pulled them down to his ankles. Despite his encouragement, for a moment, you were too scared to touch him, as though all it would take was one wrong move to shatter the peaceful mood. All you wanted to do was make Fritz feel relaxed, content, and loved; now was your moment to do just that.

Leaning in closer, you kissed the skin on his belly when your hands just were, feeling Fritz stiffen above, inhaling between clenched teeth. "So far, so good." You assured yourself as you inched your hands up from his knees to his thighs, kissing lower and lower until your lips hit the waistband of his briefs. You were about to ask again if he was alright with this, but he moved first, shucking off his briefs just enough to pull his cock out. 

The moment you saw it, you knew you were officially out of patience, and your need to please Fritz took over entirely. Closing your eyes, you connected both hands with the base of his shaft before kissing his head with parted lips. The impact made him throb against your mouth and grab a fist of your hair on impulse. You opened your mouth wider to take his head, parting your lips further, letting your tongue roll out to feel the vein along the length of his underside. 

You had to force your mouth open even wider as he mindlessly bucked forward slightly into your open mouth, the movement taking you by surprise but exciting you even more. Running both hands along the sides of his hips, you could feel muscles tensing under your fingers, Fritz writhing in his seat as you continued to coat his length in saliva, the slick mixing with the few dribbles of precum he'd begun to release. You couldn't help but be surprised at how fast Fritz was coming undone; he must've been more pent-up than you thought. Not that you minded any.

Just as you were sure he was about to come, you felt Fritz tugging your hair, forcing you to disconnect. Confused, you looked up at him, momentarily worried you'd done something wrong. Fritz let go of your hair, pushing himself further upright on the bench. The sight of the man from below, fully erect, coated in his own sweat with his thighs spread wide, made your mouth water and your heartthrob. 

After taking another second to compose himself, he rasped, "Please, let me feel all of you! God, I'm so close, but please! I need you!" 

Needing no further invitation, you nodded eagerly. Bracing yourself on Fritz's bare legs as you got to your feet, trying to ignore the annoying ache in your knees after being forced against the stone floor for too long. Cynically you realized riding Fritz was the most purpose you'd felt since waking up in this terrible place, but you didn't care. You felt a throb of pleasure as you felt his eyes on you as you fully undressed, as he pushed his briefs all the way down, stepping out of them as he mindlessly spread his thighs a little wider in anticipation. 

You could tell he was trying to restrain himself as you took your time sitting on his lap, spreading your legs over his; Fritz wrapped both arms around your back as you eased closer. 

Pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, he spoke, "If we get out of this, will you wait for me- you wouldn't leave me behind, would you!?" Fritz looked at you with wild eyes, his pupils blown out, face flushed bright red with a neediness that bordered on insanity. He was irresistible.

You couldn't help but grin, "Of course, I'll owe you after you waited so patiently for me."

Using the top of the pew's backrest, you gripped tight, grinding your sex against his cock; Fritz instinctively hugged you tighter with a strength great enough to squeeze the air from your lungs. The feeling was intense but not unpleasant. You felt a throb from below as he blindly attempted to guide you into place. His head pressed against the sensitive flesh between your legs, which felt heavenly. His body felt searing hot, all-encompassing, and desperate; you couldn't help but feel yourself locking up, blinded by the pleasure, your mind going blank as you listened to Fritz's choppy, heavy breathing as he too, felt pleasure overtaking his mind.

Fritz rolled his head back, eyes drifting shut; he reluctantly unwrapped one arm from around your waist, groping with his hand until he found the top of your hip. Watching him so high out of his mind with pleasure was amusing, as he tried to guide you. But you were too turned on to sit back and watch for too long, and the feeling of his dick coated in precum and spit against your entrance let you know he wouldn't last much longer anyway. 

"J-just a little more-" Fritz looked pleadingly up at you, needing just one nod from you before thrusting up. He was painfully horny but still unsure how much you could handle. But you weren't about to let him down now. When you mounted him, he was fully aroused, and you knew taking him fully inside wouldn't be easy. It stung slightly, forcing yourself to stretch to accommodate him, though as you rocked against him, the easier it became. 

Stealing a kiss as you wrapped both arms around his neck, you felt him pushing deeper inside, increasing the friction, forcing you to brace all your weight against him as he thrust up. 

The feeling of Fritz's teeth biting down harshly on your neck made you wince and mindlessly clench down even harder against him, the sensation only incentivizing him to continue. His mouth biting against sensitive skin, his hips rolling against yours, feeling absolutely feral with lust caught up with you fast, and as you ground against his lap, you felt a dawning climax. You couldn't get enough, wanting to feel him deeper, feel every inch of his body against yours; even as you came, you continued to grind, wanting to ride out your high as long as possible. As Fritz felt you coming on his lap and saw your face awash with pleasure, he felt his heart throb, and as he watched you coming down from your high, he picked up the pace, watching your limp body moving in rhythm with his thrusts as he came deep inside. 

Your head felt heavy and fuzzy; the world was still blurry as you felt yourself coming down; carefully, you separated from his dick, trying not to think about the mess you'd made after just cleaning him up. You were too spent to worry or do anything about it, and it didn't seem like Fritz was concerned either, allowing you to sit back down on his lap, securing both arms around your waist, and keeping you from going anywhere.

Even after the two of you managed to catch your breath, neither of you tried to separate; it felt too good to finally have a warm body to hold and feel wrapped around yourself after spending so much time lost and cold in the dark. Now, no amount of noise the unknown malicious creatures made bothered you. So long as you could feel Medic's body under your own, nothing could scare you. He held you tight, like a child holding a teddy bear after awakening from a nightmare, it wasn't painful, but you could tell he was still terrified. 

Quietly you spoke, your head still resting against his neck, "Do you really think we're dead?"

Fritz sighed, "I wish I knew." He sounded frail and defenseless. Emotionally devastated but too exhausted to really care. "If this is hell, I know I deserve it."

You buried your head deeper into the crook of his neck, shaking your head, muttering "No, you don't." under your breath. Before now, you hadn't considered this place could be hell; even now, you stubbornly refused to believe it. 

"Maybe it's not hell. All this loneliness and wandering in the dark, it feels more like purgatory than hell." You hated how bleak that sounded. Even as you were trying to inspire hope, there was no ignoring the morbid reality of the situation. 

Fritz pulled away slightly to face you, his brows furrowed slightly with curiosity. "You think there's a way out?"

"In Paradiso, the souls in purgatory are forced to repent for their sin before entering heaven. Maybe that's how it really is… I guess wandering around, all the fear, could be some kind of penance. " You broke eye contact, looking down, feeling less and less confident with your words the longer you went on. 

"So you think there's hope we can get out of here?" Fritz remained still as a statue; you could feel his eyes on you as he spoke. 

"Well, yes- but it depends. I mean- people who were less sinful in life usually weren't stuck in purgatory as long as people with more or more severe sins, but I have no idea what to make of anything around here…" You trailed off, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say next, let alone something he wanted to hear. 

He huffed, "If you're right, I'll be stuck here for ages. If I ever do, get out."

He finally slackened his arms, letting them fall to his sides, limp as you embraced him. As you remembered all you went through to try and lift his spirits, to give him hope to come home- you couldn't help but feel, despite your best efforts, you failed miserably. He opened his mouth to say something, but you interjected,

"Although, it's been said when the living prays for the souls in purgatory, they progress remarkably faster. No matter the sinner or their sins, there's hope so long as you're in purgatory." 

"Redeem ourselves? All I've done is take advantage of you- You shouldn't try to save me; I'm never getting out!" Once again, you could see his eyes water with tears as he clenched them shut. You couldn't bear to watch him cry, rising to a kneeling position and straddling his legs. With one arm around the top of his head and the other around his neck, you gently pulled his head against your body, hugging him tightly into your chest as his shoulders shook with sobs. 

It took all your resolve to keep from crying yourself; despite trying to affirm some hope for Fritz, you felt just as helpless. But you consoled yourself, knowing even though you had no idea where the two of you were or how long you would be here, you loved him. That much you knew would never change. With a heavy sigh, you separated from him, sliding down from the pew and kneeling beside him on the stone ground, resting your cheek against his bare legs as you looked up at him. "There's nothing you can do to make me hate you."

He looked forward, staring at nothing in particular, his face unreadable, "Have you ever heard of a soul in purgatory to send another to heaven?"

"I mean, it's possible." Was the best you could answer.

He buried his head in his hands, working his fingers through his hair, "Were you really searching for me the entire time you were awake out there?"

Without hesitating, you answered, "You were the first thing on my mind. I felt so lost and alone; I knew someone needed me. I didn't doubt for a second it would be you."

Fritz didn't appear convinced. "Why didn't you give up after you couldn't find me?"

"You were all I could think about." You answered honestly.

Forcing himself to look at you, Fritz spoke, leaning forward, propping his head up with one hand, pressing his chin against his fist, "If you're right, if we are in purgatory, if you do get to heaven before me- do you promise you'll wait for me?"

Picking your head up from his lap, you straightened, resting your hands on the pew, "For you, I'd wait forever."

He nodded, "For both our sakes, I hope you're right."

Before you could ask what he meant by this, Fritz was leaning over you, close enough to press a quick kiss to your forehead, and only a second to register what he was doing before grabbing your neck in both hands. He tightened his grip with all his strength, making you cough and choke on your saliva in shock as he forced his trembling hands to squeeze even tighter. 

You tried to resist for a few pathetic moments as though you were any match for him physically, let alone while he had you like this. You could feel his hands slickening with the sweat which still coated the back of your neck from earlier, though this did nothing to weaken his grip. The pressure made your head pound, completely disorienting you. Despite your continued struggle, you knew you wouldn't have much longer. 

You feared it would come to this; Fritz was too far gone to save; he'd abandoned hope before you got to him. There was no way you could've actually managed to bring him home. The best you could do was offer him a moment of pleasure before he forced himself to forge ahead. His hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply. It hurt like hell, and you couldn't help but instinctively try to claw at his hands and shift your weight back away from him- as though it would do anything to slow him down. Fritz winced, listening to the sound of your choking, though his grip didn't budge.

Fritz couldn't bear to hear the sound of the life leaving your body, the broken, pathetic wheezing and coughing filling the abandoned chapel. He cried, "You said you'd never hate me- you promised you'd always come back for me! I swear I'm only doing this because I love you! And you shouldn't be here! Not with people like me!" Fritz fought hard against his emotions, keeping his hands locked around your throat as tight as possible. His vision was blurred by his own tears. Watching you suffer was agony, but he knew killing you was the greatest mercy he could offer you. He'd do anything to get you out of this terrible place, even if he had to do this over and over again. Fritz swore to himself he would. He was a wretched man. He deserved to be alone with the guilt of what he'd done forever. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you were in too much agony to focus on anything, not even the man trying to end your life.

"Please, please- you'll forgive me for this, won't you?! Tell me you understand!"

It was impossible to respond with his hands around your neck; he knew that, even if you could answer and miraculously tell him precisely what he wanted to hear, it wouldn't alleviate his guilt. All you could do was muster up the last of your dying strength to nod once, doing your best to communicate an "I forgive you." before everything went black. 

[fungifanart]

:3c i saw reqs were open! could i ask for a male reader x ace where reader wakes up from a bad dream but is comforted by ace without him waking up... like he's just hugging them and sleeptalking and it helps the reader get back to sleep too. ;w; ty!!

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Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Ace Trappola

CW: Nightmares, hurt/comfort

Word count: 401

Notes: Of course you can! Thank you very much!

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Bolting upright in your shared bed, you feel your senses bring you back to reality as memories of the horrific scene your unconscious mind had conjured replays in your now VERY conscious mind and a cold sweat runs down your face.

You honestly don't know why you're surprised at this point. Having nightmares every so often is bound to happen after everything you've gone through. If anything, you're surprised that you aren't having nightmares about all the overblots you've endured EVERY night. Small blessings, you suppose.

However, just because they don't happen as often as they could doesn't mean they don't shake you to your core when they do.

You find yourself rocking back and forth in bed with your trembling hands wrapped around your shoulders and tears pooling at the edges of your eyes until you feel movement from beside you and a voice breaks the silence.

“C'mon babe…don't be like that…” You hear your boyfriend say while wrapping a lazy hand around your waist.

“A-Ace…?” You whisper, thinking you must have woken him up by accident and not wanting to wake Grim up as well as said boyfriend pulls himself closer to you.

“I'll buy you and Grim as much ice cream as you want…just don't get all pouty with me…” Ace says in slurred speech.

………What?

Looking more closely, you notice that Ace's eyes are still closed, meaning that he's talking in his sleep right now.

“I'll even get you that rabbit’s foot…and you can dance around like a jumping jack…” He says, causing you to snicker involuntarily.

Stifling your laughs with a hand over your mouth, you can't help but wonder what the other man could possibly be dreaming about to make him say these things.

“Anything for my handsome boyfriend…so please…don't cry…” Ace says sincerely, catching you off-guard.

Even in his dreams, Ace is still trying to comfort you?

You feel your heart swell as whatever fear you're still feeling melts away entirely and you lay back down to let him fully wrap his arms around you.

“I love you…Y/n…” He says, the moment only slightly ruined by the drool coming out of his mouth.

You feel yourself smile all the same and lean over to press a soft kiss on your boyfriend's forehead, “I love you too, Ace.” You say as you close your eyes and drift off into a much more peaceful sleep.

[sawyerconfort]

hi! saw that ur reqs r open and ur gonna write for mallory! so yay for that!! but i would like to req a fic with misty from your prompts 1 & 3 (bcuz i feel like those r something she would say) thank u! have a good day!<3

YAY! Thank you anon!

Oh my, the cuteness of this request!

Misty deserves all the love!

Let's do it then!

Enjoy!

Requests open (for any fandom i write for)!

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1. “you smell really nice." 3. “i think i’m falling for you.”

(look at her she's literally a baby ugh)

For days, you waited to speak with her. For weeks. For months. For years. Misty would never come back from the nightmare of losing herself in her personal hell and that was one of the worst things you could ever witness in your entire life.

Then came that boy. That tall, intimidating, powerful blond boy. And he brought her back like magic, like it was nothing. He did something you've been looking to do for many years, and would have done, if you had enough magic and knowledge to find the right way.

As much as you wanted to hug her, touch her, kiss her, you had a high amount of common sense that still spoke louder in your brain, and it made you want to wait for the moment when she was feeling better to approach.

Misty hadn't even returned twenty-four hours from her personal hell when Cordelia appeared at your bedroom door, after a catastrophic episode in which she nearly died, and her eyes looked more loving than ever when they looked into your face.

"(Y\N)?", she called you, affectionately. "Misty wants to talk to you."

"Me?" you frowned, getting up. Cordelia shrugged, and as her expression was calm and light, you thought with relief that it couldn't be anything serious. Cordelia walked you to her room, which is where Misty was, and then stopped in the doorway, waiting for you to come in to leave you alone.

And she was there, sitting, still, with her back to you. When she heard your footsteps, Misty turned her head and smiled, her eyes closed, giving you room on the bed. You smiled back and felt her whole body light up with joy and gratitude for that moment.

"I missed ya", was the first thing she said to you. The thing that looked like it came out of a dream. The thing that made your heart lose control and race wildly.

"Me… me too…", you whispered, still catching your breath. "You can't even imagine how much."

"I think I can figure it out…", she laughed, and then her arms pulled you into a hug so hot and so sweet you never wanted to break, not even in an emergency. "Ya smell really nice, (Y\N)", she said, again, making your heartbeat drop.

"You… you too…", you whispered, laughing, trying not to stutter.

She smiled and seemed not to mind your nervousness. Misty just wanted to be able to, honestly, be with you again. That was definitely the most important part for her. Misty didn't break the embrace, and only made it last longer, smelling you pleasantly for a while longer.

"I don't say just because of the perfume, because… I acquired a new gift of being able to smell people… their soul. And ya soul is good, (Y\N), there's nothing bad inside from ya…"

You laughed, you missed her daydreams, and honestly, you didn't even care about their veracity. Just knowing that Misty was still your Misty was comforting enough.

"But there's one thing… One thing I need to tell ya, and I planned to tell ya before, before the Seven Wonders happened and all that…", she whispered, breaking away from the hug and looking into your eyes. "There's something that haunts and intrigues me, and I think ya need to know…"

"You can tell me anything, whatever it is. You know that, Misty…"

"The thing is, (Y\N)… I think I'm falling for ya."

You were too impressed to say anything, and your heart, which had already calmed down, raced again. You looked at her and frowned in disbelief, but not upset or scared.

"Oh, I mean, uh…" Misty stammered for the first time, feeling like she has messed up with everything. "(Y\N), I…"

"Me too."

It was the only thing you said before kissing Misty with all your love and feeling for her, whether it was on impulse or not. And having her reciprocate was a surprise that warmed your heart. When you pulled away from her, Misty's little eyes were opening and twinkling, and she looked up at you with a warm little smile.

"Ya were saying?" she whispered playfully as you smiled.

"I was just saying that I'm falling for you too," you replied in the same tone, still smiling. "And that… maybe, just maybe, I'd like to kiss you again…"

Misty cupped your face in both hands and nodded.

"I really hope this is my personal heaven," you could hear her whispering to herself as she kissed you again, as the world collapsed around you, too busy to even pay attention.

[just-some-random-blogger]

greetings mother 🙇‍♀️

tis i, your sleepless child. sending you a message from the kingdom of middle day (omg what a surprise im not losing sleep). i hope you are doing well and have been taking your needed and deserved breaks once in a while. i too have taken a break from tumblr (honestly it was just like a few hours 😂). i would like to thank you for continuously blessing my feed with your wondrous, and honestly really funny, posts. during my time away, i have promised myself to read your whole masterlist during my free time, so wish me luck 😝 shall i succeed, i will tell you how long it took. unfortunately, i have also recently acquired an inevitable addiction to an app with that of the noise of a clock, which combined with tumblr is just a deadly combination (the edits of men and women i am absolutely infatuated with just doubled the knee weakening, jaw dropping, pool forming effects ya know). tis a must that i inform my virtual maternal figure of such lows in life 😂 i might request a few tiktok inspired and hyperlinked scenarios just cuz you have turned my Dream ask/request from before into one of my absolute favorite fics and now im hooked 🥴 worry not tho as i am aware that you have been swamped with requests so i shall beg for "mother's holy literature" another time. there is no doubt that i will venture once more into the dark depths of no sleep. til then, i shall stay here and watch you (your posts and reblogs) as if it is the light of day that i have truly missed multiple times. May the celestial beings above continue to bless you. yours truly, 4am nonnie 💌 (at this point you can name me however you like 😂)

p.s. DONT FORGET TO DRINK YO WATER MAMA TIS VERY IMPORTANT U STAY HYDRATED

hello my child 😌 HIHIHI HI 4AM NONNIE ITS BEEN A WHILE

i shall grant you a love letter in response for your sweet words

im so happy you cam to me in the right hours of day <3 #proudofyou i actually read this last night right when you sent it and was grinning like a fool <3 <3 i decided to reply the next day because i would have tread into the late hours™ and that would not have been very responsible and quite hypocritical of me.

I am doing well! i have no classes today so (: im excited to go to school tomorrow and be hot <3 HAHAH

its good you're taking a break from tumblr, and I am honored that my posts are funny to you. also reading MY WHOLE MASTERLIST???

aint no way 🙄 i call cap. i call sus. i call bull. i'm flattered, but aint no way you like every SINGLE thing in my masterlist. (but omg if you do ???? Slay???? how is that possible ???) i hope it doesnt feel like a chore though T_T i write because i want to entertain myself/silence my fixation demons lol so dont read anything you dont want to HAAHH

the fact you traded tumblr for tiktok 💀🤡 i personally find tiktok more T_T stressful so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ im honestly glad im free from the shackles. dont get me wrong i still go on it, but im not addicted like before.

(the edits of men and women i am absolutely infatuated with just doubled the knee weakening, jaw dropping, pool forming effects ya know)

^^^^ this this is why im there too. so real so true so relatable. i swear some edits are even better than the actual media T_T

i am honored to hear about the things you go through my child [strokes head]

feel free to request anything but as you are aware i have 9999 reqs i must attend to first hahaha. i have been thinking of closing my reqs but ???? i mean everyones aware of the waitlist ig AHHAHAH and i love hearing from everyone so 😣😣😣 im a sucker for inboxes and pain ig

i shall beg for "mother's holy literature" another time.

there is no doubt that i will venture once more into the dark depths of no sleep. til then, i shall stay here and watch you (your posts and reblogs) as if it is the light of day that i have truly missed multiple times.

HAHHAHAHAHAH MY LOVE MY DEAR MY BABY THIS IS SO FUNNY AHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH i hope you refrain from lurking at such times, but alas, a mother can only do so much from withholding her rowdy children. I am so T_T touched T_T that I appear as a light to you T_T am i??? the light and the salt of the world? am i??? better than everyone else???

Thank you my 4am nonnie. i have no idea what else to call you so let's keep that. may the lord bless you and keep you as well <3 [exploding with love and happiness]

I DONT FORGET TO DRINK MY WATER YOU BETTER NOT FORGET TO SLEEP RIGHT EAT YOUR GREENS AND EXERCISE 👿👿👿👿

(i am off to exercise rn bye <3)

xxx

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: corinthian x male reader

req: no | wc: 1350 | old guard x the sandman

summary: "Did you just stab me?"

warnings: stabbing, blood, knives, swearing, smoking

a/n: I only had the beginning in thought, bullshited my way through. Was it meant to be a serious fic in the first place? From the first line, definitely not. Didn't think about where this was going, so ending it somewhere pretty stable. Fun to write, anyway.

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"Did you–did you just stab me?"

Corinthian was mortified.

"Seriously—I'm just minding my own business."

To the nightmare's utter horror, you pull the knife out from your chest and bring it in his direction with much vigor.

Corinthian catches your wrist in his hold before you can stab him, but it doesn't seem like that was your intention. Instead, you press the blade flat against his chest, no doubt staining his white shirt. If not death, it's what he deserved, honestly.

"I–"

Then, his eyebrows raise impossibly higher. The wound on your chest begins to heal, going through about a month's healing within the minute. No treatment, no magical oil, and certainly no (at the very, very least) prayer to God.

You mutter something in what he can only discern to be a language derived from Latin. "You're what? Sorry?" You scoff, "Sorry's not gonna cut it. We don't even know each other."

Was he dreaming? Nightmares didn't dream, they didn't even sleep. He wasn't even in the Dreaming.

"Well–"

"What are you gonna say? "Well, it was an accident."? You're telling me you knew someone, thought they were me, and wanted to stab them?"

When Corinthian was in trouble, he resorted to killing. It was in his nature. But first, when he dealt with something, he used his charms. It had never been the other way around; then again, there was always a first time for everything. Killing always came second when it came to pleasure, anyway.

"Let me talk, darling." Your eyebrows furrow and you're speechless at his audacity. "Let me explain myself."

"You–"

He cuts you off this time. "There's an explanation. I can assure you." He was lying through his teeth. He sticks his, still bloody, knife back in its holster and only allows a mental grimace. "Really, I can."

"So far it's only been bark, no talk." You point your finger at him. He raises his hands in surrender.

He racks his brain, and yet there was no plausible bluff to answer. You were an immortal, clearly, he couldn't kill you and flee. So, he takes off his glasses. "This is a way of… courting, where I'm from."

You raise a brow and say, tentatively, "Courting…"

"Yes." He says proudly.

"You're not gonna kiss me with your… eyes, are you?"

"No, no." He laughs genuinely at the suggestion. He's never tried—he has, actually. "We need at least a year for that."

"If whatever realm you come from–after a thousand years, anything's possible–really does court by… murder, then…" You run a hand through your hair with a huff, "you have to realize you're in the human realm. They're not immortal, and certainly not keen on being stabbed."

"Well, I found you." He offers with a grin.

"I'm not keen on being stabbed." You laugh, anyway. "But you did find an immortal."

This was fucking working. Corinthian's grin spreads wider, despite the uncomfortable feeling of the blood seeping through his white shirt and the disgust of not having cleaned his knife.

And, if pleasure came in after all, he didn't quite mind.

1945

For immortals, life was fleeting.

You had lost everything only after the first half a century. Your parents, your siblings, they were all gone; your childhood home refurbished for another family. And then, when all things "homely" weren't enough, your "home" empire fell.

And mortals. You always did love them, and many times, you had forgotten they weren't like you. For as long as you've lived, your heart's been broken over and over, whether metaphorically or physically.

People died early, people aged. When they did, and you didn't, they begged for a piece of your life. The first couple of times, you wished you could. You prayed to whatever God granted you the power of immortality to give it up entirely to age with them or to even give them a piece of it. After a several centuries, you accepted that the God(s) would never reply; and as the greed of humanity grew, you resorted to leaving before death could visit.

When the big things in life didn't stick around, the smaller things were even worse.

Your favorite pub disappeared after half a century. Your favorite food stand, and Andy's favorite Baklava, tried its hardest to last for a full century. The pets never lasted long, your favorite book was banned somehow, and old things were replaced by the year.

Nothing ever really stuck around.

Then again, you never really stuck around either.

Andy, Nicky, Joe, and Booker led quite the nomadic lifestyle. The Old Guard went where they were called. The only place you could call home anymore was the Church in Goussainville.

And, well, them. They were your home.

But, sometimes, they were like siblings. Siblings often separated as they came of age, but not you guys. For almost as long as Andromache has lived, you have known her; for a thousand years, you have known Nicky and Joe; and, for the last hundred, you have known Booker. Each bleeding moment of each fighting day, you spent it with them.

You can't blame yourself when you want a break from it all; when you want a break from the gunfights and constant death and revival, or when you want a break from your immortal friends.

It was a cold fall evening. You were tired. A month prior, you had brough a war to its end. You deserved a break.

The breath from your lungs comes out white, cold and visible. That didn't matter anyway when the breath from your cigarette comes out visible too. (Being immortal had its perks, and not "dying of cigarette" was one)

"(y/n)."

You sigh and flick the ash from your cigarette. Then, you turn, leaning your back against the railing. "Do I know you?"

You just wanted a bit of peace, serenity, and solidarity.

Maybe you should've taken note of the English, or the deep voice, or the familiar glasses.

Corinthian raises his arms to each side and tilts his head forward, towards you. His blazer opens slightly as he does, revealing his knife holsters.

"Corinthian?" You grin ecstatically, flicking the last of your cigarette away without a care in the world. "You're alive!"

"Of course I am, I'm immortal."

You huff, "You didn't think it would've been nice to mention that twenty-seven years ago?"

Before you can make your way towards him, Corinthian steps forward himself. He traps you between himself and the wooden railing. "When? After you left me?"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry for that." You raise your hands in surrender, but Corinthian groans at that, so you place them back around him. "But, you know, lovers always beg for a piece of immortality. I can't grant them that."

I know people who can, Corinthian thinks. "We both have things to apologize for. You, your disappearance; me, my secret."

You chuckle, "Then let's leave it at that."

Corinthian brings you in for a kiss, using one of his hands to cup your cheek and bring you forward. You don't protest at the force he uses, for Corinthian was always a passionate lover.

"You know, you never really apologized for stabbing me."

"I didn't feel the need to. You know, tradition." You raise a brow at him. "Alright, yeah, I am from another realm, but murder is not a courting strategy." His eyebrows furrow as he thinks about your previous relationship. If you were questioning it now, why not then? "Did you know that back then?"

"Andy smacked the sense into me." You laugh, "If Gods can't grant me the wish of living out a life to its end after all my begging, then Gods don't exist. Similarly, other realms don't exist."

Corinthian tilts his head to the side, not a bad reason. There was still a major flaw, though. "But men with teeth for eyes do?"

"I didn't tell her that part."

After the end of the war a month ago, you thought to rest. Maybe you wouldn't be doing much of that.

"Hey, is that fire I smell?"

[elf-osamu]

I absolutely love your bsd writings and analysis!! I saw your reqs are open so....

Can u write hcs of reader who owns a bakery x ranpo 👀 like how they first met etc etc

It's an overused trope I know but I still love this trope with all my heart 💕

AAA thank you sm !! and yes this trope >>>, i absolutely love it. hope you like this <3.

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“HUH? A NEW BAKERY? HERE?!”

[ masterlist ]

fluff, romantic relationship, ranpo edogawa x gn!reader

warning(s) : food mentions !!

words count : 627 words

[ �� ] it all started with the opening of a new bakery.

[ ☆ ] specifically, your bakery.

[ ☆ ] on that same day, ranpo's mood wasn't the best because his favourite bakehouse was closed.

[ ☆ ] that was it, until a colleague of the armed detective agency let him know that a new bakery just opened near their building !

[ ☆ ] he was honestly so relieved after hearing this news and decided that he had to absolutely visit this bakeshop in no time at all.

[ ☆ ] ranpo loved it at first sight ! it was a welcoming, comfortable place and it was clear the owner had put much effort to realize their dream.

[ ☆ ] and when he discovered that the pastries were all free because this was your first opening day?

[ ☆ ] absolutely speechless.

[ ☆ ] in his opinion as a connoisseur of pastries and of all kinds of sweet, they were so good. he'd have taken all of them, but he managed to restrain himself.

[ ☆ ] on the other hand, he found you an interesting person to talk to (especially when you started explaining how to make good delicacies and stuff related to sweets). and believe me, because this man finds people boring, annoying and not interesting most of the time (who are we to blame him though? that's relatable af).

[ ☆ ] from that day on, ranpo became immediately a regular customer of yours. he went to your bakery nearly every single day!!

[ ☆ ] and because of this, you were becoming a part of his routine that he didn't wish to ignore. same went for you; ranpo's personality was quite endearing.

[ ☆ ] this led to the growth of your connection. in ranpo's eyes you weren't just a bakery owner and in yours, well, he wasn't anymore just a client.

[ ☆ ] you were genuinely amazed by ranpo's intellect and encouraged him to express himself as he pleased, wanting to hear more of his adventures and cases (as far as possible, as some information was confidential).

[ ☆ ] you two started dating each other awhile later, when a kind of bond was already estabilished.

[ ☆ ] who asked out first? probably you, mainly because ranpo didn't know how to act in this situation (yes, ranpo edogawa, the greatest detective of the world, didn't know something. it happens to the best of us, really. oh, the things you did to him, you were making him lose his mind).

[ ☆ ] now now, let's start with a few headcanons !

[ ☆ ] when ranpo is too busy with his job, i beg you, leave little treats at the agency with a post-it on the package !! it always makes his heart melt.

[ ☆ ] on the other hand, he leaves notes on the counter of your bakery when you aren't looking. some of them are just doodles, others are reminders like “stay hydrated idiot” (all the insults are written in a light-hearted way, of course) and things similar to “are you free this evening?”.

[ ☆ ] sometimes, you also have to resolve riddles on these notes to understand where the meeting place for your dates is. ranpo isn't ranpo if he doesn't amuse or entertain himself somehow.

[ ☆ ] he secretely wants to bake with you. it's one of his greatest wishes.

[ ☆ ] he always deduces the ingredients of your delicacies.

[ ☆ ] he also just loves watching you baking, it's relaxing to ranpo !! the whole process delights him.

[ ☆ ] what can i say? a bakery owner and a pastries lover make the perfect match.

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[ do not copy, translate, repost, etc. | by @ elf-osamu ]

[miekasa]

speaking of college boys, what do the college au aot babies study??

Okay, okay, I think I’ve talked about this in an ask before but I can’t find it 😭😭 but it’s okay, I love college aus, so I’ll talk about it again! Plus, now I’ve got more thoughts for more characters, so here we go

Levi — neuroscience and psychology of human behavior

He started out on track to do a bachelor of arts in psychology, but when they touched on the anatomy and biological parts of it during his first year lecture, he switched to a bachelor of science.

The focus is still psychology, but through a more clinical lens. Essentially, he gets the best of both worlds this way. He’s intuitive and analytical, so clinical and mental diagnosis is easy to dissect for him. He’s also canonically good at math, so the calculus and stats parts aren’t too bad, either.

This major also leaves him with a few options post-grad, which is a nice bonus for him. He’s likely going to medical school, but that’s not the only route open to him: law school, therapy, lab work, medicine and pharmacy, even teaching are all viable options without going to grad school.

Do not talk to him about Freud unless you wanna get punted off a building.

Be careful with him, because with a single glance he’s already got scarily accurate predictions about your parental and emotional attachment styles, your behavior in social settings, and the onset (or seemingly lack thereof) of your frontal lobe development.

He thinks he’s so smart making comments like, “I see those synaptic connections aren’t working so well for you today,” like mf come here let me lobotomize you and see how well your synaptic connects are working after that🙄

Eren — general health sciences

He’s interested in science and the discovery aspects of it, but picking a specific field of focus right now feels too final. He likes it this way, because his schedule and requirements are less restrictive, and he has more room to find out what really interests him.

He does best when he’s doing something he loves, so picking a major with a bunch of reqs that he couldn’t care less about would have sucked big time for him. It also would have affected his grades. There are still some classes he has to take that he’s not fond of (see: chemistry), but that’s to be expected. Science in general is cool to him and he hopes to make his own discovery some day, even if it’s microscopic.

He also plays a lot of sports, keeping his schedule flexible is important. The sports end up helping him excel academically, which is a nice bonus. Honestly, Eren uses his time at university to learn more about himself than anything, so having control and freedom to do what he likes the majority of the time was important to him. 

He uses his elective credits to take philosophy or history courses of his interest, or maybe even a course that you’re in just to spend time with you. He also uses you as a live model for his homework bye, congrats on being patient number one to him.

Armin — astronomy and physics

He’s still interested in marine biology, but unless he attended a school near a coast, or with a specialized integrated program for that, it’s unlikely he’d major in it during undergrad.

Space and ocean exploration aren’t all that different. Both are vast, largely unexplored domains that reel-in Armin’s interest for discovery. So, while studying astronomy, he still gets to study evolution and make his own predictions about what could be out there because there’s so much to know.

Physics comes with the territory of learning about planetary science, and he’s mathematically inclined, so it works out for him. Learning about the different physical properties of other planets and space masses is honestly pretty sick to him. Because math isn’t a struggle, he actually considered aeronautical engineering, but he didn’t want to be a part of the college to military pipeline; that is, he didn’t want any potential design of his to be weaponized. 

He still gets to study animal biology through his elective courses, and might even find a few focused on marine animals to satiate him. Plant and cell biology are also of interest to him, and are just further applications of his primary study anyway, so he’s got plenty of room to work with.

This boy is interning at NASA and still, with his whole chest out is like, “I don’t need to discover a new planet, you’re my whole world.” Armin, go check on the Mars rover or something please.

Mikasa — anthropology + minor in japanese language studies

Anthropology is virtually interdisciplinary in nature, and Mikasa is a pretty well rounded student, so she’s able to excel in a program like this. She gets to study history, science, cultural studies, and even a bit of art all at once.

She’s still debating between going to law school vs med school, so anthro this is a good in-betweener. She gets a taste of science through her anatomy and kin courses; and lots of practice with reading and dissecting texts through the historical and cultural lectures. So, when the time comes to decide, she’ll have some experience with both.

Don’t know whether it’s confirmed that she’s (part) Japanese or not, but either way I headcanon that she speaks/spoke some second language at home. She wanted to delve more into it, and courses were offered at the university so why not?

Cultural studies courses end up being her favorite. She likes learning about the history of people and their cultures, and it encourages her to learn more about her own family history and culture. It also propels her to apply for a study abroad opportunity, so she spends at least one semester doing an exchange program and absolutely loves it.

She would also encourage you to apply and go, too. You guys might not be in the same program, but if there’s an applicable program in the same country she’s going to, then she’d definitely want you to apply. Spending the semester away with you would be a dream come true.

Hange — bioengineering + minor in political philosophy and law

It’s almost self-sabotage to be in an engineering program and have a minor; the coursework for engineering alone is backbreaking, and bioengineering has the added weight of human intricacies, but of course Hange makes it possible. 

They’re nothing short of a genius, so of course they have time to work a completely unrelated minor into their schedule. It doesn’t surprise anyone that they go on to complete an MD-PhD after undergrad. Insane. 

Bioengineering is essentially the synthesis of chemical engineering and health sciences; Hange spends their time exploring biological sciences and applies the engineering aspects of their coursework to their understanding of (and interest in creating) medicine. Truly a one of a kind mind. 

They also have an interest in philosophy and justice, so when they found out they only needed a measly nine or ten courses to minor in, they went for it, of course. In honesty, they don’t find the studies all that opposing: both law making and medicine making both have some kind of philosophy or method to them in their eyes. 

Hange has... little to no free time pls. They don’t mind it, because they love their coursework, but this means you are essentially ducking into their labs or scrambling to find them in-between their classes during your time in undergrad. They appreciate every second spent with you tho, and will gladly rope you into long discussions about their work. 

Jean — biochemistry + minor in art sustainability

He was undeclared his first year, and took a little bit of everything: art, science, history, anthropology, english. Basically, anything that fit into his schedule. It was hard for him to pick one thing—he liked the science and lab applications of STEM courses, but not the math; and the obvious painting and creativity of art, but hated the pretentious air about art history.

What he wants to do is make a difference, which is how he ends up knowing that he wants to go to med school after, so he picks a science-heavy major, but uses his elective spaces to take art courses. When he mixes the two, he ends up on sustainability—and the complexities about it that are applicable to both science and art are what really reels him in.

Interdisciplinary studies end up being his forte. He can approach sustainability from a science perspective which impacts his art style and materials; and tuning into his creative side allows him to think about science not just from a purely clinical perspective, but from a human one, too—patients are people after all.

He believes that everything is connected somehow, even things as seemingly opposite as art and biochemistry. And he works towards finding the unique intersection where everything overlaps. His studies are pretty cool, and he’s very passionate about them, so ask him about it 😌

The art he makes is pretty sick, too, and often commentary about science; he’s proving they’re not so opposite. You also heavily influence his studies in both areas: caring about you so much inspires him to take the healthcare focus seriously, and your very nature is inspiration to his art. 

Sasha — nursing

She’s friendly and good at working with people, so nursing was an easy choice for her. She accredits most of her motivation to being around her younger family members, and learns that she finds a simple kind of joy in helping to take care of others.

She struggles a bit her first year when it’s mostly all grades and standardized testing, but when she starts getting clinical experience and working in the hospital on campus, things round out for her.

Patient care is her strongest point. A lot of people often forget that knowing everything isn’t everything; if you don’t know how to calm or even just talk to your patient, you’re not that great of a healthcare professional.

Pretty certain that she wants to work with kids in the future, but she’s open to public health and even being a travel nurse if she finds opportunity there!

Of course, she’s pretty doting when it comes to you and all her friends. She might want to go into pediatrics, but the basics of nursing and health care extend to everyone, so you’re guaranteed to be well taken care of with Sasha around. You might even have to switch roles and take care of her sometimes, because her coursework can get pretty out of hand.

Connie — computer engineering with a focus on game design

He might not look it, but Connie has a brain under that shaved head of his. Computer engineering is cool to him because he basically learns about how simple things he uses every day (ie: phone, computer, microwave) works.

Systems and coding are actually the easy part for him, especially when they get into the application of it and aren’t just stuck looking at examples. That’s how he gets into game design.

The part about math and electricity and magnetic fields… well let’s just say he needed to make friends with someone who likes math and hardware his first year to get through it. But the struggle was worth it, because by his junior year he’s found a professor willing to mentor/supervise him as he works on his game and other projects, so life is good.

His school work is definitely hard, which is why the lives by the mantra of “work hard, party harder.” It’s only fair. 

He makes you a little avatar so you can test out his games for him <33 best boyfriend things <33 He’d also… build a game about your relationship. Every level is a different date you guys went on, and he definitely includes something cheesy, like “There are unlimited lives because I love you forever babe <3”

Porco — kinesiology + maybe mechanical engineering

He’s pretty into athletics and working out, but didn’t wanna go down the sports psychology route; he wanted something that left him with a few more options, so he ended up in kinesiology.

He was surprisingly pretty good at biology in high school, so something stem-oriented works out in his favor, and it turns out he’s pretty damn good at anatomy, too. He’ll probably end up in physical therapy after graduation.

He’s also got a knack for cars, which is where the engineering comes in, but he doesn’t care so much for the math part of it (he doesn’t care for it at all actually, fuck that); he just wants the hands on experience of building/fixing things and working with his hands. So, if he can get a minor in it and not struggle through 4 years of math, then he’d do that. If not, he’d take a few workshop-like classes.

Because he wants to go into physical therapy, you are essentially his practice patient. Your back hurts? Not a problem, he’s basically a professional masseuse. Muscle aches? He’s got a remedy and understanding of why it’s happening. Don’t let him catch you hunting over your desk grinding away at your homework, because he will poke your neck and correct your posture (he’ll also massage your shoulders, but after the scolding).

Pieck — classics + minor in philosophy

Ancient studies interest her, but more than that, the language of ancient Greek and Roman culture fascinates her, so classics is the way to go.

Because her focus within Classics ends up being Greek and Latin language studies, she is essentially learning both languages at the same time. She gets farther with Latin that she does with Greek. For whatever reason, the former comes almost naturally to her, so her written and translated work is more complex in Latin.

However, she finds cultural studies relation to Greece more interesting than that of Rome, so it’s a give and take with both; better at languages for Roman studies, better at culture and history for Greek studies.

Her minor is a natural evolution from her primary coursework. Ancient Romans and Greeks set the foundation for a lot of modern day philosophy, so it comes up in her major classes, but she wanted to delve further into the philosophy, and not just look at it historically, so she takes more courses to fulfill the minor.

Can be found laying on a blanket in the quad on a hot day, with her books spread out all around her, highlighter in hand as she works through her reading. You’re always invited to sit with her, and more often than not, it ends up with Pieck’s head in your lap, a book in her hands, and your own schoolwork in yours as you both read in each other’s company.

Bertholdt — computer science and coding

He’s level headed, good at planning, and above all, patient, so he’s cut out for this. He doesn’t consider himself to be particularly creative, which is why he doesn’t pick a speciality with lots of design; but he’s good at streamlining and ideas to life.

The patience really comes in when his code doesn’t run. It’s frustrating to scroll for two hours just to find out that the issue is a missing semi-colon in line 273 that he overlooked, but Berty will sit there until he finds it.

He’s also good at fixing issues. That’s not limited to issues in the code itself; it can mean finding shorter ways to produce the same function or loop, or integrating new aspects into existing code.

Also, he’d just be so cute, coding away on his computer. Just imagine: Berty working on his homework in the library, he’s got his signature crewneck + collared shirt look going for him, his blue-light glasses, a cup of coffee nearly as tall as him sitting at the corner of his desk. Adorable.

He’d make little codes/programs for you, too, even if it’s silly. A simple code that helps you decide what to eat for dinner or where to go on a date, one that shuffles different reminders for you, hell he’ll even forgo the torture of design engineering just to build you a little robot that says “I love you” to you.

Reiner — english + minor in justice & political philosophy

Everyone expects Reiner, star quarterback of the university’s rugby team, to be a business student or communications student; but no, he’s an English major, and he loves it.

Just imagine a guy as huge as Reiner absolutely manhandling someone on the field, just to show up in his lectures with a tiny paperback of The Great Gatsby tucked between his fingers with his reading glasses on. It’s so precious.

He’s always running a bit late to class—either coming from the gym, or practice, or oversleeping from exhaustion—but he’s so sweet to his professors and genuinely interested in the literature that they don’t give him a hard time about it. They can tell that balancing school and sports is difficult, and they just appreciate that he takes his studies seriously.

Yeah he’s in a book club and he dog-ears his books. What about it. They’re doing poetry this month and Reiner actually likes Edgar Allen Poe. Who said jocks can’t be sentimental.

He also reads a lot outside of his classes, and has a soft spot for coming of age stories. He usually empathizes with the main character somehow. His ideal weekend plans after a week of grueling games and essays is taking a long, relaxing shower at your place, while you both share a bottle of wine, and maybe even get you to read a chapter or two of his current book out loud to him.

Annie — clinical psychology/neuroscience

Almost scarily analytical and methodic, so this major was calling her name. Localizing brain legions is… insanely intuitive to her it’s incredible. She’ll be an insanely impressive doctor someday, even if she doesn’t end up working with patients directly. 

She doesn’t care too much for the more philosophical/reading heavy parts of psychology. Even experiments and research closer to the social end of the spectrum aren’t all that interesting to her; but the brain science behind it it.

Nobody should be good at cellular biology. Nobody should be able to ace cell bio and neuro and calc and work towards their thesis proposal in the same semester, but Annie proves it’s possible.

Ends up working in one of her professor’s labs by her junior year. She was offered three TA positions working with first year students, but she swiftly turned them down. Teaching isn’t her thing.

She doesn’t bring up her studies to you unprompted, but if you ask her about them she’ll explain it to you. Her notes are color coded and it’s super neat, and very cute; coloring them is somewhat relaxing for her. She usually saves the coloring part for when you guys study together; there’s extra comfort in doing it with you around.

[cinnamonest]

Yandere Profile - Venti

I actually had several more Venti reqs but I didn’t wanna take up too much space... wasn’t expecting y’all to be this horny for wind shota huh

Ok so, obviously Venti is an adult and way older than most of the genshin characters lmao, but I know some people are bothered by like, cute-faced smaller characters being sexualized, so I'm putting a #tw: shota on this and future posts with such characters. He's so cute and sweet and really cares about your happiness he's like the anti Kaeya/Childe BUT he has the making of the very "classic yandere", the sweet-turned-psycho type OR the "secretly awful but sweet on the outside" type, I kinda leaned towards the latter.

tws: yandere, manipulative behaviors, gaslighting, mentions of violence tws (below cut): mild noncon, venti being a nasty little gremlin

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

As far as his feelings themselves go, aware, but honestly, insecure. He has a little bit of a crisis, especially for a female darling, feeling like he's too short, small, or high pitched for you to see him as a genuine protector. He's afraid of getting the "you're like a little brother" treatment. He'll try his best to protect you at any given opportunity on your travels, even against relatively harmless things -- even if you encounter a single slime, he'll insist on getting it himself, and you just sit back.

At the same time... he doesn't exactly help work against the perception he fears, hell, he perpetuates it, because it's the only way of getting around adverse situations he knows how to pull off. You're talking to someone he doesn't like? He'll tug you away by the sleeve with a soft smile on his face. He uses his sometimes childish demeanor, cute appearance, and happy-go-lucky optimistic attitude to get away with a LOT of shit. You'll find that people readily excuse behaviors from him that they probably wouldn't for someone who was more serious and physically larger.

He's a little mix of both lucid and delusional, and can sort of bounce back and forth between the two. It's wishful thinking, mostly, on the delusional end. He's a daydreamer and will frequently just imagine what life would be like if you loved him, how much fun you could have, dreams of you saying sweet things to him, fantasizes about holding hands and walking down the streets, and really, sometimes he'd rather stay in that reality than come back to the real world where it's fairly obvious you don't love him. As a result, sometimes he has a bit of difficulty getting out of that dream-land, and will be incredibly affectionate towards you, to a point it's definitely overbearing and certainly overstepping the boundaries for a some bard you met in a tavern. He'll sing for you and play for you and smile at you, try to keep your attention, try to constantly keep you talking to him and only him. He's a chatterbox and he loves talking, but even more, he loves hearing you talk. He sometimes just forgets that he's in reality and not his little daydream world, and will talk to you like a lover, getting very personal with his questions and conversation, possibly even slipping a few highly suggestive compliments here and there that he would never dare to in a more lucid state.

At the same time, he can be a bit delusional in the opposite direction, too. Even if you're showing him a lot of affection and even returning his feelings, he'll give himself every reason in the world not to believe it. You just pity him, maybe, that's why you're nice. Or you're so comfortable with him, see him as such a weak, non-threatening presence that you just don't have any hesitation to be nice because you don't see him as any sort of threat the way you would a bigger guy. Maybe you're an airhead and you don't realize when you're being too nice and leading someone on. There's a million reasons he can think of as to why you don't really like him, why he needs to try harder even still, needs to make a better impression before he tries anything.

An obsessive - follows you everywhere, learns everything about you. He's not (mostly) the secretive stalker type, though, no, he's a clingy type, and will learn about you as much as he can because he'll spend the majority of the time attached to the hip to you, never leaving you alone even if you politely continuously hint you'd like some time to yourself.

He's aware enough to know it may bother you, so he tries his best, but he can't leave you alone. He's one that cares a lot about your opinion of him and how happy you are, so he's constantly trying to balance spending as much time around you as he can, controlling you as much as possible, all while making sure you don't hate him or end up upset.

Gradually, he becomes worse with time - he starts off trying his best to do what's best for you and let you have your freedom, but as time progresses, his wishful thinking begins to cloud his mind. Maybe what he wants is what's actually best for you. Maybe giving you autonomy isn't the best decision. Sure you may be a bit upset, but a bit upset is better than dead right? If he wants to maximize your happiness, he has to keep you safe. Maybe... You being free and totally happy just isn't possible. Something has to be sacrificed. Either your safety, or your autonomy... And he'll take the autonomy.

Post-snapping, has somewhat of a classic yandere persona, the persistent and unwavering smile and happiness they have as they say horrible, horrible things, covered in the blood of others, looking down on your terrified face. He really never stops smiling. Ever the optimist.

At that stage, he'd be significantly more unstable, but not entirely unaware. He's more delusional then in the negative paranoid sense, convinced you don't love him and that he needs to make you love him more, even if you accept him.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

He's actually pretty patient. Really, for him, a homeless drunkard, the only place that he wants to really keep you confined to is Mondstadt as a whole, and really, that's all he needs. He can keep a watchful eye on individuals, he can read humans well enough to know which humans may need to be disposed of when he senses them crushing on you.

The only real situation in which he would feel the need to truly confine and kidnap you would be when he feels like he's losing you -- you repeatedly reject him, avoid him, are mean to him, or continuously go for other people. If you're that determined, he determines that there's no way it's his own fault, I mean, sure he's not necessarily expecting you to immediately love him, but he hasn't done anything bad enough to drive you away, right? So, he concludes it's likely due to some outside influence. An influence he has to find and dispose of, but in the meantime, it's too... problematic for you to be allowed to continue roaming.

He's one of a very few that may consider release after initial kidnapping, if you've been returning his affection and behaving well. Of course, you'll still be forcibly bound to Mondstadt's walls, and you'll have to report to him every hour and have a curfew, unless you prefer to lose that privilege of freedom. But hey, you're not bound to a bed, your legs function, and you can talk to some people and see the sun, which is a lot better off than the darlings of a certain winery owner and a certain knight captain nearby.

If you push things too far, again, with repeated rejection, or trying to leave even though he's being so nice and lenient, he'd move towards permanent captivity - and really, you have no right to complain, he's given you so many chances and you throw them all away, so you left him with no other choice, really.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Again, provided things are going well in his eyes, you'll only be restrained to Mondstadt itself. He likes seeing you happy, and is one of the yanderes very concerned with your happiness and your opinion of him. He can easily find out what you were doing at any time, and can find you very quickly, so he's not too concerned safety wise as long as you're within the walls.

However, it'll be physically impossible to leave Mondstadt. You can get perhaps a few yards beyond the walls before a very conveniently timed dust storm and strong wind comes through. If you haven't... caught onto his darker feelings yet, he'll just insist that hey, he may be the wind archon but he doesn't control all of that, and he didn’t create that. Sometimes these things just happen! If you want to avoid the winds, let him come with you, and he'll make sure the weather is perfectly calm for you.

If you're... more aware of how things are, he'll just ask you why you even tried. You should know better. Really, if you're at that stage, you probably will be trying to avoid the topic, since you know that means he knows you tried to leave, and he's particularly touchy about that subject.

Anything involving trying to leave is just pushing him further and further towards finding some means of permanent restraint. And really, he doesn't want to do that - he's one of the yans that really, really cares about your happiness, that wants to see you happy, that can't stand the thought of you being miserable because of him. But in the end, if it's about your well-being, he may have to make some sacrifices...

Ironically, if he does finally kidnap you, he sees it as yet another act of his own selflessness. He doesn't have to do this, and really, it would be easier to sit back and let you go wherever, and he's even subjecting himself to your anger, all for your sake. It's a sacrifice, to him.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Lying or trying to trick him, easily the most difficult. Unlike Kaeya, he doesn't need to learn you personally, and he's even more difficult than Zhongli. He's borne witness to many, many people trying to trick him, people who think he's naive due to his appearance, and he's been forced to learn exactly how to know when he's being deceived.

He's not one to be manipulated either. Sure, he wants to make you happy, and he'll get you things you want within limits, but the moment you push the limit he'll crack down on what you can and can't get him to do.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Again, one of the most lenient, because he cares so desperately about your happiness. He'll try to give you as many privileges as he thinks are safe and doable, he will have a lot of foresight when it comes to his plans. He thinks through every little thing and decides what you can and can't do. He's not one to be overprotective or coddling, no, he'll let you make your own food, take your own baths, put on your own clothes, etc. Unless of course you let him do those things... He certainly won't complain if you allow it.

As a bonus, as a bit of an obsessive type, he'll learn your hobbies and interests and make sure to allow you to continue them, even getting you better things than you had before. Do you play an instrument? He'll get you the absolute best one available. Do you like art? Top of the line materials. He's obsessed with you, and thereby everything about you. And he desperately, desperately cares about you being happy with him. He's constantly looking for signs of your happiness or sadness, thinks every smile must be forced, and every neutral face is a frown, constantly wants to be reassured you're not miserable because of him.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Would be hesitant to dish out rules, but would probably rather have a sort of conversation about it. Rather than "don't do this," he feels like... explaining things is in his best interest. Rather than risking you seeing him as imposing or overbearing, you could see him as a helpful, capable figure telling you what's best for you. Instead of "don't leave the city without me," it's rather hey, you know, it's super dangerous out there, and he can help you, he's super capable! So why don't you just make sure to ask him to come with you every single time you go out? And you really, really shouldn't ever go out by yourself... you should know about this and this and now you're too scared to leave, aren't you?

He starts off that way, at least. If you insist on ignoring his helpful advice, he tells himself you're just stubborn and foolish, you just need a firmer reminder, perhaps a little incident to occur while you're out that will prove him right, a danger that nearly kills you, and you're lucky he just happened to be there and save you -- so he can look down at you and say he told you so, you should've listened, see what you almost got yourself into?

His ideal way of punishing you is psychological like that. Make you feel guilty, make you feel scared, make you feel bad for worrying him, make you feel awful for making him so scared or sad. The more and more you ignore his words, eventually he'll have to have a sort of... intervention. Tell you that, for your own good, he's made sure that you will be physically prevented from leaving again. He'll know when you try. Really, it's sad that you made it have to come to this, and he really, really hates having to do this, but it's for your own good.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

At first, he's irritated. He'll do his little trick of running up to you, interrupting your conversations because hey! There's this exciting thing over there you totally have to come see! And get you far away from whatever person was trying to steal you. That person from before? You know they said this and that about you right? Yeah, they're feigning friendship so that they can make fun of you! How awful. You're lucky you have a friend like him who will comfort you and tell you these things. Yeah, everyone else was in on it too. He's the only one who will be honest with you.

Honestly though? Merciless. If they're repeat offenders, he has zero issues with getting rid of them with his own two hands. When you live a long time, you see a lot of death. It sort of... Loses its shock value over time. Becomes easier to witness. Easier to cause. With every death there's a little less empathy, a little less guilt. He's smart enough to hide it from you, of course, unless he's so far gone he's snapped completely, in which case he'll just happily tell you he got rid of threats trying to harm you.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

It's not easy at first. As time goes on, as he gets more and more absorbed in his love and frustrated with his reality, it'll get worse, but even then, he's not one to get mad very easily. He gets irritated, he gets grouchy, moody, irritable, may give a cold shoulder (all while still following you to make sure you notice, of course), or may be a bit sarcastic or bitter with his words, pouts and grumbles until he gets the attention he wants. It's very immature, honestly. But to see him really mad, you have to really drive him up the wall, really antagonize him, you'd almost have to try. Or, if he just gets so frustrated over a period of time, he may snap.

And when he does? It's a nightmare.

Venti's true anger is seldom exercised, because he has learned how to control his temper because he needs to -- it's explosive, violent, and merciless. Surprisingly quiet, though - in this state, he doesn't really speak, he acts. In moments of extreme anger he can get bad enough to become quite destructive, tearing up things around him with his abilities.

When it's over, he doesn't immediately apologize -- he just gets... despondent. He'll stare at the ground, almost seeming like he's in disbelief of his own actions, saddened even that you had to see that side of him. He'll probably run off for a bit, even. But when he returns, he actually never does end up apologizing, rather... he's bounced back to his normal self. He acts like it didn't happen, and if you bring it up he may even gaslight you into thinking it didn't, or at least that your memory of it is all wrong. No, he just got a little mad, remember? He never did all those things you're saying... your brain just made that up on its own because you're upset. It's ok, he forgives you, even if you're trying to paint him as some kind of bad guy.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

About an equal, which is surprising, given he's more or less a god. Venti actually isn't all that prideful, and really, he thinks the pride that some higher entities like archons and other such entities have is a bit silly and pointless -- we're all living beings, we all feel emotions, we all have thoughts. He likes to think his humility is a virtuous trait, and really, it's genuine. He himself admits he's the weakest archon, and he really has no major desire to be some huge, powerful figure.

However, he has his moments. Especially in one of his pouty mood swings, he can get a bit prideful about your rejection. He's so much better than everyone else! He's an archon! And yet you still won't acknowledge him? He can let that little bit of pride slowly rise to the surface if he's given a reason to allow it, particularly bitterness.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Something making him unique is that he really, really doesn't want to have to use fear to keep you. He's simple, he's humble, and while he can be absolutely merciless and manipulative, it's not like he likes being that way. If he had his ideal, you'd simply love him just as much as he loves you and you could spend your days running around, getting drunk together and going on walks and you can listen to his music and he can watch your smile. That's all he really needs, and what he desperately wants.

He won't accept just "having" you, at least not at first. But at the same time, he won't let you go. If fear is necessary, then, if you force him to use it, he will. In the end, he will convince himself that he's just one little step away from achieving your love, that he's close to getting you to love him, that you'll come around soon - he convinces himself that he's not just settling for having you. No, no, he'd never agree to such a thing in the long term, he'd never sacrifice your happiness like that.... He just knows you love him, and you'll admit it soon, so it's not really holding you against your will at all.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

An absolute master manipulator and gaslighter, and he will use those skills. Part of what makes him so successful at it is his ability to keep a wide-eyed smile and pretend he himself doesn't fully comprehend the weight of his words. He can make you believe anything he wants you to believe, really, and you'll be none the wiser, you won't even really have your guard up around someone who seems as sweet as him, and he'll take advantage of that.

His desire for your happiness is perhaps a bit unusual in the extent he goes to. Ultimately, this can make him a more emotional yandere than some, because his happiness depends on yours. He'll be miserable if he feels like you are, so he'll try so hard, grovel and beg and just try everything to make you love him and be happy. In the end, it may -- perhaps intentionally, perhaps unintentionally -- guilt you into accepting things, just give in so that he won't be so sad anymore, and then, things will get better for both of you.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Generally a moderately horny but fairly pervy lil bastard. Again, his cuteness lets him get away with some quite questionable things, and combined with his sweetness, he's believed. Oh, no, he wasn't staring at anything, he was just spacing out and happened to be looking in that direction! He didn't mean to faceplant your chest, he just tripped! It's interesting how frequently he seems to have such accidents, of course, but he's just so sweet, isn't he? He would never eeeeever go out of his way to fill some kind of perversion.

If he senses that you'll let him get away with it, he'll definitely test the boundaries of how much you'll allow, he gets grabby more than anything, lots of hugs, and you might just start to get the idea that it's not just out of affection. If he senses you're uncomfortable, he'll probably pull back just a little bit, but he'll search to find that perfect spot of just how far he can go.

Definitely a stalking type, in the few hours of alone time you get. Would probably be one to sneak into your room at night, jerk off next to your sleeping figure. He'd feel a little guilt, but hey, it's not hurting you in any way, right? And it won't hurt you if he just... takes one or two little things here or there. Just little keepsakes to remind him of you.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He's one of the ones that cares, and honestly can't enjoy it too much if you're not into it. However, he's very very determined to get you to agree to it. And that may include a lot of... Dubious things. Guilt tripping, gaslighting, manipulation. He wants you to consent but he's willing to obtain said consent by less than wholesome means. Once he gets that though, he's sure to put in effort to make sure you respond positively.

Now, if we're beyond a snapping point, that changes a bit. In those rash and rare moments of extreme frustration or delusion, he can certainly break to a point where he doesn't care anymore. He's still not going to be mean about it, though, he'll be sweet and constantly reassure you that it's fine, you'll get used to it, and soon you'll be glad you accepted him.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Breeding

And he's not just one of the ones into it as a mental, power thing only. No, as I'll address in a moment, he's one of the ones that genuinely wants to knock you up. Of course, the mental aspect is still nice -- the whole idea is just so sweet, and it makes him feel like you really love him, cumming inside of you just gives a sense of... oneness. Love. The whole idea is so highly romanticized and he can't think of anything that strikes him as more loving and sweet and romantic than just filling you up completely.

Marking

Specifically hickeys. It's adorable to him. It doesn't hurt you like biting you would, but it just leaves behind the prettiest little marks, purple-ish red-ish dark blotches all over, ones he can trace his fingers over later, ones he can just look over at you at any time and... just the knowledge that they're there gives him a reassuring feeling, a sense of pride even. And it's immensely pleasing when he sees you desperately trying to cover yourself up, look at you, putting on a scarf in the middle of the summer. That's one of the things he can get very smug about, and, if you're in a good mood, will relentlessly tease you about it, maybe even accidentally yank it off it front of people, pretending to be flustered about it, just so that people know you're his.

Assertiveness

One of a very few boys that would be genuinely enjoy you taking some degree of charge - it's part of how he wants reassurance that you love him. If you enthusiastically participate he'll be all the more happy and loving, all the more so if you want to really show him you love him by being the one to do the moving and the like, he'll ascend. It's one of the very few ways you might be able to manipulate him, by lulling him into a false sense of security this way.

Of course, it's difficult to be this way with someone who's... not as willing. But it still comes out in how he acts and speaks, desperate to please you and make you feel good, determined to focus on your pleasure over his own, and constantly reminding both himself and you that this will make you love him.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

10000% one to want them and see them as a way to make you love him more, if it turns out to be within the realm of possibility. Again, it's a bond thing to him -- he sees it as an ultimate symbol of your mutual love, and it will probably make you less resistant, more accepting, and you'll finally let go of any notion of leaving. It also gives him some sense of pride, and he'd be one to show off his kid a lot.

However, I will say, he would be one of the better ones to actually be a father. Better than a lot of our other candidates would be, at least. He's not one to get jealous of a child, thankfully, and would be a very responsible caretaker. He'll be a worrier regarding it all, though.

He's also not above using a child to manipulate you, no, not at all. What kind of person would you be if you abandoned a kid and him? You're certainly not going to be able to make it out with a kid with you, so you'd have to leave them if you ever wanted to escape. You'd never do something so heartless... right?

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He'd be hesitant to go this route -- he doesn't want you to associate sex as something negative. However, once he's realizes that it can be utilized, he might change his mind. Which is why ultimately he'd go the route of edging and forced orgasms -- reminding you the whole time that he didn't want to do this, but you pushed him. That this is good for you, it'll teach you a lesson, and above all, it will bond you to him, the chemicals and the sensations will make you love him just as much as when he's being gentle and sweet. 

If he finds out you get off to pain in any way, he might utilize this too, but he'd be very cautious and careful about it, ever fearful of accidentally harming you too far, or doing something that you don't like. He's very careful to only punish you with things that will serve his ultimate imperative -- getting you to let go of whatever is keeping you from accepting him, get you to give in and love him.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Tits boy. He just loves 'em. He likes to just lay his head on your chest, smile and lay like that for hours. Of course, it's quite nice to see them bounce and jiggle when you're riding him, too. And he loves to hear your heartbeat... over and over, for hours and hours, reminding him that you're here with him, and you're not going anywhere anytime soon.

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

May I req Solomon/MC for the ship asks? 😳

Here you go sweetie ❤️

Who said“ I love you” first ?

He did. But to be precise he didn't say 'I love you', he said 'I like you'. And it was a lie on his part. At the time he knew that he loved you and he was not one to bottle up his feelings, he preferred being honest about them, even if he honestly thought that there would be no way you would return them, not with how close you were to the brothers.

So it was a bit of "damage control", just so he wouldn't be exposed to the world. Saying he liked you could be a way to trick himself into believing it was just a crush he could eventually get over, saying he loved you was opening up completely and taking the risk to get hurt in the process.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background ?

You are most likely to have a picture of just him. Solomon on the other hand prefer a picture of the two of you. He can be quite the petty bastard you see, he likes to casually get out of his phone and angle it just the right way so the screen lights up right in front of the brothers' eyes and show them that picture of the two of you cuddling.

Mammon's reaction is especially funny to see.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror ?

You do. It's normally just little hearts you drew while you were trying to wipe away the fog from the mirror after your shower. They're not really addressed to him, it's really just you doodling things but nonetheless it always make him smirk.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts ?

You two better be ready for a lot of those. Sure on very special occasions you two do make sure to make an effort to find a perfect, on other days well the more cheesy it gets, the better. It has become like a little competition to the point the gifts escalated from being just cute and cheesy to absolutely cringeworthy.

You get a kick out of it, it's that one little couple you do that is so personal to you a lot of people raise their eyebrows wondering what kind of couple you two are.

Who initiated the first kiss ?

After you told him you liked him. back, Solomon was very confident about what was next. He didn't leave you any second to breathe or to think he just grabbed your face and guided it towards his until your lips met.

When he pulls back he looks at you right in the eyes to jauge your reaction. And to say he loved what he saw was an understatement. You looked so innocent, your lips parted slightly as you tried to find how to breathe again.

He is quite taken aback too actually, not really believing what just happened :

"I've been dreaming of this for such a long time now but I never thought it would happen"

Who kisses the other awake in the morning ?

You begin and he finishes. You normally wake up a bit earlier than him as he quite the night owl so you do like peppering his face with soft kisses. First his forehead, his right cheek, left cheek, his chin, his nose and finally his lips by which point he normally wakes up all ready to kiss you back, laughing softly as he mumbles a sleepy 'good morning' against your lips.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower ?

Of course he does. It's more a teasing moment than an actual serious proposal so he doesn't really expect you to say yes. His main goal is to just get a reaction out of you, more specifically trying to make you a stuttering and/or blushing mess.

If you do accept, you'll be able to witness quite the reaction out of him. Seeing you turn the tables on him like that is more than unexpected and you might get quite the bashful reaction from him. Not to say he won't follow you to the shower and soon make this an habit.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch ?

Solomon. Sadly for you.

After he does really love to cook and he really made great effort to try and make something he liked and he thought you would enjoy, however his tastes have not changed a bit and they still don't quite align with your own. So lunch might become a bit of dreaded time for you but do remember it's the intention that counts and he really did try his best.

Eventually you'll develop a stomach that will be able to take on his horrid cuisine, it just will take you a very long long time.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date ?

Solomon. You might think he would've been quite confident about it, but it has been a while since he last dated, not to mention dated someone more than casually. So he is actually quite shy about it and doesn't really know where to go.

He'll gain back his confidence quite fast, because just going on a date alone with you was something he was actually looking forward too but the first few minutes might be a bit tense for him.

Who kills / takes out the spiders ?

If you're a bit scared of them, he'll do it. He'll just wait a little to see you freak out about it, just to give himself a laugh. He can kill or just take them outside it will all depend on you.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk ?

You do. And he loves it. He might have been embarrassed the first time you surprised him like that but then soon enough he was laughing and encouraging you to say it louder. It's always the highlight of his night to have you loudly and proudly claim your love to him.

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not really a req, but a thought: do you think (since you wrote scens for them), and of the mob boss! au dream team would ever fall in with w. reader? how would they go about falling in love? ( is this anonymous lol i can’t tell sorry )

indeed i can !! there is still love in them, damn ya love that au.. guess ya love to see it. maybe ill do relationship hcs next time, i just touched lil in here

DREAM.

dream is scared of love. it’s something he hasn’t given even a thought at all this whole time. that wasn’t important at the time, wasn’t supposed to be, and yet he finds himself wanting to do things with you that seem so farfetched. no one’s ever heard of a player, and a monster sharing an intimate relationship. never able to bring it up during conversation, having a hard time looking at you in the eyes, making up excuses for him to leave ─ everything seems difficult now. way challenging than fighting off curious individuals who look up at him as a reward. so he starts to ignore you for the next few days.

do not be discouraged by that, someone is in need of a bit of time. he’s busy trying to come up with an answer of his own, desperately searching. surely these feelings will fade away on its own if he doesn’t pay them any heed... but that doesn’t work. dream’s mind still drifts to you, and he’s about a second or two from deciding to kill you to end this juncture ─ until another friend notices him seething internally at the corner of their eye.

it’s good ol’ george. he takes the time to tell his disgruntled peer that everyone adores someone at some point. there’s nothing wrong with falling in love, and it is okay to do so, even if there is no one to catch him. no need to be disheartened about the drastic differences. if you two mutually return the same desires, are you two able to overcome the toughest of obstacles.

all in the name of love.

takes him a few more days to confess to you in the most mundane way, but you’ll accept because it takes a lot of work to admit such things like this so openly.

[ relationship ting. ]

super duper protective, like, almost to the point where it’s honestly a little extreme. he should know you can handle yourself alone, it’s been proven when you defeated him for the first time... but these haunting thoughts won’t ever cease away. so don’t complain whenever he starts bickering at you for not being careful enough when getting yourself hurt, might even consider trapping you in a base if the paranoia gets too much.

GEORGE.

george is unsure at the start, is it possible for you to love him back? an entity who was meant to prevent you from reaching your goal by killing you, ending the last chapter in your life... though he hasn’t, as did you too. but how can he not catch some sort of interest for you if you visit his temple three times a week, ensuring that loneliness and boredom cannot get to him ─ he truly appreciates a lot of things you do.

although, when he catches that pretty smile of yours, he learns to accept it. i mean, what can possibly go wrong?

the worst thing is for you to not feel the same, which is entirely okay, but george probably won’t be able to face you afterwards. the awkwardness will soon eat at him, and eventually start to distance himself noticeably. can you blame him? rejection is something he has yet to come to understand. fortunately though, player seems just as happy to hear about the news so he doesn’t have to deal with the repercussions ─ just the whole, relationship thing. you are both new at it cus adventurers and mobs don’t typically fall for one another, and that is alright.

guess only time would tell.

[ relationship ting. ]

gentle as always, nothing new. just, expect to be pampered and cherished a lot more than usual, he will not shy away from that. in the waters, don’t expect any mob to hurt you anymore now that they know now that you’re involved with their boss. they’ll get something far worse than death :))

SAPNAP.

unlike the rest, sapnap has no qualms against his feelings. he’s already come to terms with it as soon as realization hits him, there’s nothing wrong with feeling like a normal person. nobody can tell him that this isn’t going to work, their throat ain’t gonna work anymore if they keep talking that stupid shit any longer. fixing to straight up ask you out on a... date? is that what people called it, yeah, a date to clear some dungeons. not so romantic but, who the hell has the time to set up one?

not sapnap, he’d rather impress you in other ways.

will probably play it as a joke if you dismiss his feelings, still hurt tho too, maybe a bit spiteful about it as time passes by. not as much mischievous, his whole demeanor just changes, a lot less welcoming. probably best to just either stop being friends at that point...

but, of course we know that player feels just about the same as him in this case. no angst right now.

[ relationship ting. ]

still chaotic as ever, takes it as his goal to annoy the fuck out of you which means smothering you in all types of love. suffocating hugs, stealing kisses, all sorts of affection cus he know damn well you ain’t gonna try to stop him. some play fighting cus he wanna test your strength here and there to see if anything changed in the past few months, but that eventually shifts into a short make out session.

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You’ve said you don’t read OC but I’d like to ask your OC reqs if you have any?? Why don’t you like OC? I like it better because it’s hard for me to picture myself in things.

This is just my personal preference and taste and not meant as any criticism of any kind.

I honestly don’t have any OC recs. Not because they’re not quality, just because I haven’t read anything with OC to speak of. I know that @desiraypark and @mariesackler write some with OC characters though! They might also know some other people.

To answer your question, it’s just my preference, but I don’t personally care for reading OC content. Same for Reylo content and it’s honestly for the same reason.

Most things in fanfiction are more about evoking an emotion rather than a deep story. They’re centered around angst, fluff, or smut etc rather than an immersive story, at least in the way I personally enjoy stories. If I’m going to read things that evoke those emotions, I’m selfish and I want to feel it about me.

Also, many of the stories that are more story centric are not really the type of story I would seek out for the story’s sake. Ex. Man falls in love with woman and makes her dream come true sort of thing. Again, that sort of thing is fun for me to picture about me, but I find it less engaging for me to picture about someone else lol. That’s not exclusive to fanfiction. That applies to my reading choices in novels as well. I seek out action and adventure primarily.

There are a few bad ass stories out there that I would still read if they were OC just for the sake of the story, but those are rare for me. The few that I can think of are by @babbushka @direnightshade and @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather and they all involve detailed AUs with action, adventure, suspense, or horror. They’re reader insert anyway, so it’s a moot point.

There are two exceptions to this. I do read two Reylo stories that are long chaptered fics. I’m not tagging their author here because I don’t want her to think I’m saying anything negative lol. But, her stories are absolutely fantastic and involved, and her writing is top tier. The Heartbreak Prince and Like the Rifle, both by the same author. Selfishly though, I still would prefer they were reader insert lol. I would highly recommend them to you if you’re not turned off by Reylo.

I have a pretty good visual imagination and I just insert myself over Rey, or any other OC when I do read OC, and read it as me and/or reader insert anyway 🤣.

No offense to OCs or Reylos either and nothing specific to that ship.

I have inserted myself into books ranging from Harry Potter to Pride and Prejudice to Fifty Shades of Gray to The Da Vinci Code to The Count of Monte Cristo to Timeline, and pretty much everything else I’ve ever read. It’s just how it works in my head lol.