#do you guys see the vision 💔💔💔💔

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[sohnric]

'cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in. /

starting univeristy with you has jake tumbling into a big, irrational fear of losing you to all the new cool kids in your orbit. little does he know, you'd always be rather stuck with him instead.

pairing: jake sim x fem! reader

genre: best friends to ?, fluff, slice of life. domestic and so cutesy i wanna cry. jake is an insecure wet puppy in this i wanna hold him☹️ nerdy shy introverted jakey!!!!

wc: 2.6k

a/n: building legos with jake is my deepest life dream 💔 thank you as always for beta reading my belovedest!!! @csenke

Eyes drifting from the small words and lined artwork in the manual to the crown of your head as you look down on the little building materializing right in your hands and then straight towards the wall behind you, Jake is almost too painfully aware of the time on the clock as you sit on top of his bed, enveloped by his red hoodie rather than the clothes he helped you pick out when you two went shopping together earlier in the day, chewing on the inside of his cheek and wondering when the time will come and you will leave his room to go do something better, something more exciting.

He curses himself in his head for being the way he is. For not being cool enough, for not being social enough to hold big parties he could invite you to, much like Lee Heeseung did, fitting snugly into your tonight’s schedule. For not being bold enough to flirt with you like all the new guys you’ve been meeting since the two of you got into university. For not telling everyone he is interested in you when they first asked him the question upon meeting the two of you in your shared classes. 

For not being loud and casual and funny like Jay is. For being nerdy and boring and maybe even a little shy. 

He curses himself out in his head for everything that makes him him, for everything he cannot change. It’s only been a few weeks since you two started university, and he already grew fifteen times more insecure than he was before– all because the painful realization that you won’t be around him, by his side forever, finally settled in after orientation– when he noticed the way you carry yourself and how it catches the eyes of many, and not just his.

It’s too late now to do anything, though. He will have to watch you slip from between his fingertips, he’s fully aware. Because you were invited to Lee Heeseung’s party– an upperclassman’s party– and an opportunity like this doesn’t get declined. 

The more he’s hypnotizing the clock on the wall, though, the more he’s concerned about the fact that you’re still residing in his dorm room instead of Lee Heeseung’s frat. And although he hates to see you leave, he doesn’t have it in him to stop his curiosity as he asks.

“Aren’t you supposed to be… like… on your way to Heeseung’s now?” he asks, voice coated with shyness mixed with curiosity, hating every single word that came out of his mouth.

“Hm?” you hum, looking up at him from under your eyelashes, a gaze that makes the boy immediately turn his head away and face his hands instead. “Oh, I dunno…” you trail off, not really giving him much of an explanation.

Jake furrows his eyebrows, confused. “Why?”

Out of the periphery of his vision, he sees you shrug. “I don’t really feel like going.”

This sentence alone makes the boy’s mood immediately a thousand times better. He can’t show it on his face, though– that would surely raise some red flags for you. Knowing he can’t face you because you can read him too well, he avoids all possible eye contact as he focuses on the Lego scattered all across his blanket.

“Suddenly?” he hums. “You bought a whole new outfit for it, though..?” A whole new outfit that you looked great in, Jake mentally grunts. A whole new outfit to show off in in front of Lee Heeseung, a whole new outfit that hugs your figure just right and makes Jake’s heartbeat quicken, his palms sweating as you twirled in the clothes outside of the changing room back at the store, asking him how you look.

“I can wear those clothes anywhere,” you snicker. “I dunno, Jake, I think I changed my mind about the party…”

Don’t show any emotion. Don’t look happy about it, Jake has to remind himself. Stay cool, calm and collected.

“Why?” He has a lot of questions.

“Well, first of all, I don’t really know these people,” you say, laughing to yourself. Jake could argue with the fact that Park Sunghoon, his new roommate for the year that you met a load of times before since you hang out with Jake in his room often, would be there– he doesn’t, though. He listens to you as you continue. “I doubt I’d have fun there if I don’t know anyone.”

“I think meeting new people is kinda the point of a party, though, isn’t it?” he notes, earning a soft chuckle out of you.

“I guess… But I dunno, I think the moment I got to your room and we started building these, I was completely sold on just staying over and hanging out with you instead,” you mumble, tone of voice soft and tender, making Jake’s stomach buzz with a thousand fireflies, lighting up his intestines and making him warm all over.

He prays it doesn’t mirror on his cheeks. There’s nothing to blush about in such a simple statement, after all.

“Oh,” is the only thing that leaves his mouth, taking the new information in.

You chose to build Lego with him over going to one of the biggest frat parties of the year? You chose to hang out with him over Lee Heeseung? All of it is making Jake’s fingertips buzz with excitement, a satisfied smile begging to jump onto his cheeks– he keeps suppressing it, though. He’ll keep the celebrations to himself, after you leave.

“Besides,” you clear your throat, “I think it was rude of them to not… not invite you as well, y’know,” you note, shrugging, all nonchalant. 

Jake’s ears start ringing. He didn’t think you’d mention it– he didn’t even think you paid it much mind. 

He wasn’t bitter about not being invited to all the big, cool parties. He made a few new friends already, and they aren’t going either– it’s not like Lee Heeseung and his group are the only acquaintances he could hang out with. It stinged a little when he realized your new friend group was so much different to the one he was building for himself– merely because the fear of watching you detach yourself from him after seeing just how uncool he really is compared to all the fun, outgoing people you surround yourself with nowadays was too much for him to handle.

“Well, they are your friends, not mine,” he shrugs. “And I’m not exactly the party type,” he justifies.

“Well, no,” you admit, “but the invitation would’ve been nice anyway. You’re my best friend, of course I would wanna bring you along.”

Jake chuckles at your words. He’s your best friend– and something about that makes him both overjoyed and a little defeated at the same time.

“Y/N, look, I won’t be mad if you still wanna go. You don’t have to stay with me–”

“But I want to,” you cut him off, finally forcing the boy to meet your eyes. You smile at him all soft and gentle, making Jake melt away and bashfully grin at your hurried argument. “I’m having much more fun building these with you than getting drunk with Lee Heeseung in a frat somewhere, trust me.”

As if to further prove your point, you nestle a little in your place and stretch your legs out as you plop your back against the perpendicular wall, landing your limbs right into Jake’s lap. The boy swallows at the sudden act of affection from you, instinctively resting his forearms against your shins as he continues to work on the Lego set you two picked out together in the mall.

If there’s one thing Jake enjoys doing the most, it’s Lego. His impressive collection stayed back home, though, so you insisted that he has to get at least one set to build to display in his dorm room as well. Convincing him was hard only until you told him you will get one as well and build it with him eventually– not really knowing just yet that the time would come the same day, later in the evening.

The boy lets himself relax once the idea of you leaving any minute and forgetting all about him and the bond you two have is disapproved of by your own words. Eyes involuntarily landing on your face every few seconds and the relaxing, yet heart-palpitation inducing humming of a song unfamiliar to him are preventing him from fully focusing on the Lego set in his hands, making him fall behind. The realization of the fact has you furrowing your eyebrows at him once you finish building up the blocks in your own hands, shifting in your position so now you’re sitting back next to him, legs still hovering over his– making you basically sit in his lap– as you speak up close to his face, having the boy’s ears ring and palms sweat, clammy with the bricks in between his fingertips.

“What’s taking you so long? I swear I witnessed you building that huge Star Wars ship faster than this little thing,” you giggle, taking a block from the little hoard of them on the blanket in front of you two into your hands and offering it to the boy.

“Dunno,” he mumbles, swallowing hard as you help him build up the little structure, hands tangling with his, skin brushing against skin, the scent of your shampoo hitting him in the nose. 

It only takes you two a couple more minutes to finish building the little structure– since the Lego sets you bought were similar, which meant you already knew what you were doing– and as the Lego flowers sit right at Jake’s feet, he lets himself admire them for a bit. 

“You should put them on your table there,” you prompt, pointing towards the desk under the window that’s sitting right opposite of Jake’s bed. “I think it would look super cute.”

Jake nods. He thinks he’d agree with anything that ever comes out of your mouth.

“Put this one next to it,” you snicker as you drag your own Lego set into his point of vision, the sakura flowers making Jake’s poor heart jump, twisting his head to face you.

“Huh?” he voices out. “But that’s yours.”

You shrug. “I bought it for you, ��cause you like Legos so much,” you hum. “Besides, you can always think of me when you see it on your desk,” you nod.

That’s a silly idea. Jake always thinks of you.

“But you bought it with your own money, you can’t just–”

“Watch me,” you laugh as you scramble to your feet, taking both of the Lego plants and putting them into the corner of the desk, to the opposite end than his lamp is situated, admiring your interior design work.

Jake quickly follows you with a pout on his face. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the sentiment, no– he just really dislikes the idea of you spending money on him. 

“Y/N, you spent money on that! I thought you were getting it so we could match and–”

You spin towards him, making the boy’s breathing hitch in his throat. It seems he didn’t successfully estimate the proximity of his body to yours as he was trying to take the Lego off the table, earning himself only a few centimeters between his and your face. Looking at you with wide eyes and mouth hanging agape– unknowingly making himself seem like an eager, adorable puppy– he can’t help it but let his eyes roam all over your features.

“You can buy me a real plant and I’ll keep that one on my desk, how about that?” you ask him sweetly, raising your brows at him and sending him that cute, cunning smile. 

Something about you right in this moment is making Jake’s blood boil hotter, your composure teasing, daring. The second your arms sneak around his neck, he’s a goner– he can’t think of anything else besides your sheer existence and how that alone makes him feel. What’s worse, he can’t put his attention anywhere but to your soft, plump lips. 

He thinks he’s going crazy. This is insane. If you like playing with him, then he’s happy enough to be your toy– anything but letting you go is good in his eyes.

He doesn’t allow himself to move. Having you like this is already enough for him– it’s far more intimate than anything he’s experienced with you, with anyone ever before– and it’s just a simple hug, goddamn it. You’re breathing the same air as you let your forehead rest against Jake’s, the action alone making him feel weak in his knees, a fit of fireworks erupting in his stomach harder than the New Year’s celebrations. 

He’s trying hard not to think about kissing you right now. Not because he doesn’t want to– no, he just believes you don’t want to. 

Because this is just what friends do on Friday evenings, right? 

Don’t get your hopes up, Jake thinks. You just finished building Lego together– how much of a loser can you really be?

Not enough to stop himself from imagining, it seems. 

Because your face moving towards his with unstoppable force can only ever be a dream– one he’s had far too many nights, far too often than he’d like to admit to himself. 

It feels so real, though? He almost lets himself believe it. He almost lets himself indulge in the fantasy– perhaps even make it a reality– before the bubble bursts itself and all his hopes and dreams with the sound of the door opening, making you jump away from him.

You should’ve locked the door, Jake curses at himself. Actually, no– that would be weird.

Either way, he can’t help but roll his eyes when he hears the voice of Park Sunghoon break the silence. 

“Yo, Y/N, are you coming or not? Heeseung texted me to ask about you. I can give you a lift, if you wanna, but I’m leaving, like, right now, so– did I interrupt something?” the taller boy finally realizes after you send him an annoyed look, the question so deadpan it has Jake cringing at the words.

“Yeah, no,” you clear your throat, dropping your arms and putting some space between you and Jake. “Uhm– I… I’m not going tonight. Thanks, though.”

“So you’re staying behind with that nerd?” Sunghoon asks, a teasing glint in his grin. Jake doesn’t know if he should be taking it personally.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Hanging with the nerd tonight,” you joke, looking behind your shoulder. The gaze you send Jake is softer, more tender than he imagined– something about it making heat crawl to all crevices of his body and making him immensely embarrassed, as he knows there is a blush very apparent and unhidable on his cheeks right now.

Sunghoon nods. After taking one last look between the two of you, the male shrugs. “Alright, then. Have fun!” he says as he turns to leave. Jake thinks the torture is finally over and he gets to be alone with you again, before his roommate spins on his heel and sends you two another shit-eating grin. “Can at least one of you text me if I should find a place to sleep tonight, though? I wouldn’t wanna interrupt again in case you end up–”

“Get out!” you yelp, chasing after the man, threatening him with your fists and kicks.

Jake feels like burying himself alive under the cold ground and disappearing. Curse Park Sunghoon, Lee Heeseung and all the cool kids in school– because it seems that one way or another, they always have a way of keeping you from him. 

[sakura1uvr]

best prom night ever!!

Fluff

A/N: Really bad pls i hate it sm 💔 the first and last time i ever write because i have 0 experience with writing so bear with me now 😭

Synopsis: not seeing your girlfriend sucks

Pairing: Winter (Aespa) x f!Y/N

Warning: really cringe

Requested: @pandoraha

MEN DNI

It was a school day. You were just casually walking with your friends Yuna and Chaewon. They were talking about some nonsense. Clothes and fashion or whatever you truly didn't pay attention. All that was on your mind was your girlfriend Minjeong.

She didn't show up to school these past few days and ignored your texts so as anyone would do you were worried about her. You stopped zoning out when someone pushed you slightly with their elbow. It was Yuna. "Y/N! Did you hear anything i said?" You were confused. You didn't pay attention at all. "Sorry what did we talk about?" Yuna sighed. "Do you have any plans for prom? Anyone to go with?" Right. Prom was coming up. Chaewon was going with Yunjin and Yuna was going with Chaeryeong and you.. well you had nobody to go with because Minjeong was ignoring you.

"Not really.." you muttered. "Why don't you ask Soobin? He showed alot of interest in you and asked you multiple times" Chaewon looked at Soobin across the hall talking with some randoms. "Sorry Chae i am.. not really interested." They didn't know you were going out with Minjeong.

The bell rings and you wave to your friends then go to your last class for today. It wasn't that interesting to be honest you just learned about some topics that you truly didn't care about. The class soon ends and you step out of the classroom. The sun cuts thru the hallways, slightly blinding your vision. You just can't shake off the feeling that there is something wrong with Minjeong. It's not like she can just dissapear without a word given the fact that you guys talk everyday.

As you walk home your phone buzzes. You take it out of your pocket and open the notification. Kinda expecting your loved girlfriend to respond to your messages. You sigh when you find out that it was just your friends talking about the prom theme.

You open the door to your apartmant and toss your bag somewhere else. You grab a snack and sit on your bed. It became a slight routine for you.

You turn on the tv to distract yourself but you just can't stop thinking about your girlfriend. Why won't she answer? Why wasn't she in school? You grab your phone and write a text to minjeong. "Hey mj. Just wanted to check up on you. What happened? Where are you? Why weren't you at school?" You sigh when you see another message being left on delievered. You toss your phone next to you and cover your face with your hands. A thought came into your mind. What if you ask her to meet up? Minjeong really likes going out especially with you so it wouldn't hurt to try. "Would you like to meet up? We can go to the park and just talk about things.." you hit send and go to bed.

The next day slowly rolls in and the minutes pass by like hours. The last bell rings and you run to your car. You get to the car and go to your favorite place to be with your favorite person. You scan around to see if her familiar figure has appeared. You spot her at a bench and sit next to her.

"Hey.." you say softly. "Hey," she replies quietly, almost like a whisper, "how have you been?" she continues. "Good i guess. What about you?" You question, looking at her hands that were playing with the strings of her hoodie. "Just... family and stuff" you nod. "You know that we are dating right? You can tell me anything that comes to your mind.. I may not have the best advice but i am willing to listen."

She looks at you and smiles. "Thank you.. I haven’t been handling things well. There’s this pressure to keep up with grades and everyone expects so much from me... But I don’t even know what I want for myself.. It's really hard you know.?"

You feel a pang in your chest. “You don’t have to have everything figured out right now. It’s okay to take your time.” Minjeong chuckles softly, but it’s tinged with sadness. “I guess it’s hard to remember that when everyone else seems so certain. And then there’s you…” She pauses, a hint of a smile breaking through the heaviness. “You seem to have everything under control. I didn’t want to drag you down with my problems.”

“Minjeong…” you begin, but she holds up a hand, stopping you.

“It’s just… I didn’t want you to see me like this. I felt so alone.” Her voice cracks, and you feel your heart ache even more. “I didn’t even answer your texts because I thought you’d get tired of me. I didn’t want to make you worry. You mean alot to me so i want you to be happy."

You scoot closer, placing a hand gently on her back. "You could never be a burden to me. I care about you too much for that." The sincerity in your voice seems to resonate, and you watch her expression soften.

"Honestly, it felt nice to be missed," she admits, her voice suddenly steadier. "I thought maybe you'd forget about me if I disappeared for a while."

"Forget about you?" You laugh lightly, trying to cut through the tension. "That's impossible. You mean too much to me."

A small smile breaks through her worry-the first genuine expression you've seen from her in days. "Really?"

"Really," you confirm, your voice earnest. "You're not just my girlfriend; you're my best friend. And I want to support you through whatever you're going through."

The light of the setting sun casts a warm glow, bathing you both in a soft embrace. If you could bottle this moment, you'd keep it forever. It feels like the weight of the world is beginning to lift, and with it, a renewed sense of hope.

As you sit in comfortable silence you decide to get alittle bold. You kiss her softly on the lips. Minjeong seemed suprised but kissed back. "Gosh i missed you." Minjeong laughes at your comment and pats your head. "I missed you too my love."

You hug it out and get up. "One last thing before we leave.." Minjeong looks at you "what is it?" You take a slight deep breath and say "Well would you like to go to prom with me? You know.. to get your mind off of things? It will be our chance to just enjoy ourselves... no pressure just us being together."

Minjeong slightly chuckles and smiles at you. "Yes of course i would love to go to prom with you. I could really use some fun now." You smile happily and hug her again. "It's a date then! I will make it the best prom you have ever been to!" You claim. Minjeong just smiles at you, falling inlove with you even harder than before.

You pay your goodbyes and walk home. It's gonna be an amazing week after all.

[kichikichiko]

Hello! I hope you're having a good time,I would like to request Kazuha and scaramouche with a gender neutral reader Who almost died protecting them?

If you don't feel comfortable doing this, don't do it. Thank you so much!

Don't you dare leave me!

HELLO HI EVERYONE! HAPPY (BELATED) NEW YEARS! 😻😻😻🌟🌟🌟

I've had this request in my ask box for MONTHS and Ive planned to write it when I got it but ykkkk life happens.

Ty Anon for sending this in and sorry it took me this long to write your request 💔

Synopsis: How your partner would react to when you risk your life to save them.

Pairing: Kazuha x Gn! Reader and Scara x Gn! Reader

Cw: Semi proof-read, Fluff, headcanon, slight blood mention, cursing for Scara, Established relationship (Kazuha), kiss at the end (Scara)

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA ¤ Scarlet leaves pursue wild waves

It was around the time the Raiden Shogun declared the vision hunting decree, and right after Kazuha's dear friend Tomo passed trying to withsand the musou no hitotachi.

You were away for training with your teacher. And as you walked home you heard of the commotion on the streets

"That guy died from the Shogun's strike" "what was he thinking?! He is obviously no match for the Shogun"

Hearing all of the whispers made you a little worried. And something told you that it was terrible news. What if that was someone you knew personally?

Assuring yourself that it's probably just some stupid samurai off the streets is what you did. Trying to block out all the whisperd and worries of the city folk.

Until you heard his name from a group of people talking about what just happened. "...Kaedehara...."

Your boyfriend who you haven't seen since this morning. You stopped on your tracks and turned around hoping you heard that wrong.

"What did you say?"

"Pardon?" The person asked.

"The name." You repeated "the name you mentioned before, what was it again?"

"Kaedehara. Kaedehara Kazuha?" The person said confused by your expression growing more and more distraught by the second

"What happened to him? Did he..." you couldnt even get yourself to finish that sentence. You didnt want to believe that HE was the one who challenged the Raiden Shogun

"No dont worry (miss/sir) it's not him who died. Its another guy, but Kaedehara was seen on the scene taking the dead vision and running off. From what I've heard he's running away right now"

Without wasting another second you booked it to the nearest port. You had no idea if he was going to be there as he escaped but it's worth the shot anyways.

Panting and gasping through the bamboo forest while thinking about the fate of your boyfriend isn't the best combination.

"What if he got caught?" "What if he already left?" "What if that stranger was mistaken?" The what if questions were not helping you at all.

So all you did was to hope. Hope that he is still alive, hope that he is still in Inazuma

Your legs were killing you and your lungs feel like they're about to explode if you don't stop running. But you can't

You need to see Kazuha.

As if the Archon's heard your prayers, all of a sudden you hear a guard shouting in a distance "Kaedehara Kazuha you're under arrest under the vision hunting decree!"

"It's him! He's still here!" Relieved he hasn't made it out of Inazuma yet, you started running even faster to the scene.

When you got there you saw Kazuha fighting a bunch of the Shogun's guards left and right. "Kazuha!" You shouted out in relief, as you drew out your katana (sword) and began helping him fight.

You bear no vision, but the adrenaline was pumping into your veins you didnt give a second thought and dove into the fight.

"(Name)??" Kazuha turned around to look at you for a split second. Honestly if it werent for the current condition youre both in, he'd hug you real tight

"How did you find me?" He asked before turning his head around and defend himself from the guards.

"I heard from the city folks hat you ran away after a man died from the musou no hitotachi" you responded, blocking a strike from another guard.

He made a mental note to explain to you the story after the fight is over.

Speaking of which, the fight lasted for quite sometime until all of the shogun's minions were down.

You turned around and hugged Kazuha, throwing your weapon onto the ground.

"I'm so glad youre safe Kaz" you burried your bead into his shoulder, still panting from all that fighting, adrenaline and running.

Kazuha was panting as well, hugging you tighter like never before and kissed your forehead softly "Me too (name), I'm so sorry I didn't come to you sooner and told you anything. Everything happened so fast, I had to leave before I got caught."

You pulled away from the hug and smiled at him softly, your breathing becoming more stable after a while "That's alright, I found you just in time-"

Something was moving behind Kazuha and you couldn't make it what it was until you could.

It was the Shogun's guard again, with a bow and arrow... aimed at Kazuha's back. Your heart dropped

before the guard should release the arrow you pushed Kazuha away and took the hit.

The arrow ended up piercing your shoulder which earned a shout from you. It hurted like hell and blood started flowing out of your shoulder by the minute.

At first you felt dizzy from the blood loss and then everything went dark. You were going in and out, Before you blacked out completely, the first time you saw Kazuha charging up to the guard and fought him. The next time you saw him picking you up bridal style

And the last thing you heard was " (name) Don't you dare leave me!"

♤

The first thing you saw when you woke up was a wooden ceiling above you. "Where am I?" You sat up and hissed from the pain on your shoulder. You took a look at thr soirce of the pain and to your surprise, the wounded area had been wrapped with a compression bandage.

Looking around at the area you realised you ended up on a ship. But how?

Before you could ask more questions, the door in front of you opened, and standing there was Kazuha. The man saw that you were awake and sped walk towards you.

"You're awake! Thank goodness. Don't worry everythings alright. We're on a ship of a pirate captain from Liyue and she got her crew to help stop the bleeding on your shoulder."

Ah, he basically just answered the questions that were popping up in your head. "Looks like we'll have to thank this pirate captain for her hospitality"

You looked at the current condition of your lover. His shoulders were tense and his lips forced into a small smile.

You could tell it was so that you wouldn't be alarmed. And you could tell he was still shaken up by the stunt you pulled earlier.

"I'm sorry my love, for scaring you like that." Placing your hand on his shoulder, then slowly making your way up to his cheek. "I'm safe, youre safe. That's all that matters."

You could see his eyes softening and his shoulders becoming less tense

"Youre right... youre right. You just got me worried back there. I was afraid I might lose you too." He whispered softly, cupping his hand over your hand.

Subconciously he gripped your hand hard enough to make you notice but not hard enough to hurt you.

He didn't have to elaborate any further for you to realise that his dear friend was the one who died.

"I won't leave you here alone dear. That's a promise." pulling him into a hug, which he reciprocated quickly

"What now?" Is a question you both will figure out later.

Right now, the only thing that matters is the two of you.

SCARAMOUCHE/ KUNIKUZUSHI ¤ The Balladeer

Being the Balladeer's assistant was no easy job

Literally.

Having to deal with his yelling, degration, mocks, (tantrums) and bad temper required patience. Lots of it

But no matter how many times he left you out in the snow to freeze, or mocked you in front of everyone, you stayed by him. Honestly no one understood how and why (and neither did Scara but he would never question it)

Partially because the pay is good (the harbingers decided to pay you extra because youre dealing with Scaramouche), partially because you don't get treated as half as bad as his subordinates and because sometimes he isn't so bad in general.

What I mean by "not so bad" is that sometimes, barely, but once in a blue moon. He shows that he cares and appreciates your help and loyalty.

When he was sent out on a mission to Inazuma, you couldn't come to help him due to unfortunate circumstances. He was pissed to say the least

surprisingly not at you but at the higher ups for not allowing you, his assistant to come

he brought you a souvenier from Inazuma. Nothing much and nothing grand, but it is something from your boss so you treasure it.

Another time you got sick with the flu, at first he was pissed (when is he not 💀🖕) but then at night, he came over to give you some soup

By the Balladeer's words it is to "Make you get better soon so you can work again. I can't manage all this shit by myself"

Which you translated it to "I miss your company and I need your help with my tasks"

Either way you appreciated his kindness.

♤

Scaramouche and you were sent out on a mission together to the chasm. Usually they wouldn't send the harbingers down there, but an important relic from an unknown lost civilization was found, and the fatui wants to study it.

As the 2 of you were down there, all you (other than trying to find the relic) did was listen to his occasional rants and curses to the other harbingers for sending him on this mission.

"Annoyed as always" you rolled your eyes.

When the relic was found and secured safely, the two of you nodded at each other as a sign that you both should head out as soon as possible

Luckily Scaramouche and you didn't run into any enemies which was....

"Strange" you mumbled to yourself, brows furrowed and eyeing the caves

"What is?" taking a glance behind to look at you as he was right in front of you

"It's just that we haven't bumped into any monsters or enemies during our time here." You started

"There's always enemies down here at the chasm"

Scaramouche shrugged at you "Maybe theyre taking a nice long nap, or maybe they know their place and not to mess with us." He was half sarcastic and half serious. Either way, he wasn't bothered by this at all

You nodded at him. Not necessarily because you agree with him

But mainly because you're quite unsettled about the whole situation to the point where you'd just hope he was right

Something must be wrong with the universe because not long after, a mob of hillichurls showed up

Scaramouche groaned, getting ready to fight "Great you jinxed it."

They were just a bunch of hillichurls so it really didn't take long for Scara to handle it while you guard the relic

"Let's just get out of here before I have to deal with those i-" before your boss could finish his sentence an abyss herald showed up

When it showed up, you drew out your weapon getting ready to fight. He was no easy foe and even if you knew Scara could handle it...

Something was telling you thing's were about to go south.

You and him started fighting the Abyss enemy

Scara with his electro powers and you with your (vision of choice)

"Hey (name) fuck off I can handle this myself you know?!" He shouted at you

"No you can't Scaramouche!" You retaliated, not listening to another word he says because you were getting more and more pissed by his antics "Just shut up and let me help!"

With the way you disobeyed his orders AND talk back at him got him taken aback and angry at you

"Why this little bitch!" He wanted to say

Scara just gave the abyss herald an opening to launch an attack at him

"Scara watch out!" Luckily you saw right on time and threw yourself in front of Scara to protect him

The attack was so bad you started coughing out blood from the impact. Everything started to become blurry and you lost your balance and strength, dropping your weapon in the process

Before you blacked out you heard Scara scream out something you couldn't quite make out and then... total darkness.

♤

"Don't you dare leave me here!" Echoed in your mind before you awoke in a bed in a strange place. This wasn't Snezhnaya and you know it.

"Where am I? And who said that sentence when I was asleep?" You asked yourself, slowly sitting up from the bed with a groan.

The door on your right opened and in came your boss

"Scara..!" You managed to say. Your voice came out soft and sort of like a wheeze. The impact of the attack seemed to affect your ability to talk as well

"Shh. Don't talk. The doctor said your vocal cord needs rest." Making his way to your bed, and sat by the edge

You closed your mouth but it was clear you had many questions. Scara frowed a little but started answering the questions he knows you'll anyways

"We're still in Liyue. I managed to carry you out of the chasm and the relic I handed off to some fatui members I saw on the way to the doctor.... and you've been out for 3 days now. I was..." he paused and looked away

"Starting to get worried." You didn't have to see his face to know that his expression softened.

Now it all makes sense, you now know what Scara said before you blacked out.

"Don't you dare leave me here!" It was also the sentence that echoed in your mind while you were asleep.

You knew long ago that the all so scary Balladeer had developed feelings for you. It was the little things he did for you that made you question but today, this whole incident made it clear to you that the 6th Fatui Harbinger harbours feelings for his assistant.

You did as well of course. Even though he was a pain in the ass sometimes, it feels as if no one understand you more than he does, and likewise.

Scooting closer to the harbinger, you brought your hand up to his cheek and made him face you.

He saw your expression and even though you said nothing, he knew what you meant. "I'm not leaving you here."

You both slowly moved closer and kissed each other, removing all the tension in the balladeers shoulder.

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Request

Masterlist here!

[full-cowlings]

SHADOWPEACH ARTISTS, HEAR ME OUT

MACAQUE & WUKONG AS THE CATRADORA DANCE SCENE(S) ... DOES ANYONE SEE THE VISION HERE?

DO YOU GUYS SEE THE VISION? SOMEONE PLEASEEE 💔

[mins-fins]

heart attack

&&. there's something hilarious about the beautiful doctor there to help with your terrible habits.

pairing: qian kun x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of overworking, mentions of passing out & hospitalization

word count: 0.9k

notes: this….. THISSS💔💔💔 this drabble was very inspired by the thai movie heart attack (a movie that has no right being as cute as it is) kun fits the part so well because first.. doctor kun, and second.. kun is so amazing, i love kun, we all fucking love kun 😿 this is a early bday gift for user junjiie bc we all know he loves kun (happy early bday pookie ily) this is insanely self indulgent because i have slept less than three hours in these past five days and have been working myself to shit because.. med school!! yayyyyyyy!! im so excited!! (is not excited)

"so what's the matter with you?"

the usual roughness that would lace the voice of a medical professional is replaced by the softness you would feel of pillows, you glance up, meeting the eyes of the beautiful man before you. you stare, forgetting where you are for a moment, the exhaustion rendering you speechless.

but it's a whisper in your head that reminds you of where you are, and you flinch. "oh— i um.. there's these rashes appearing on my body".

"okay" he mutters, clicking his tongue and pen in unison. "and where exactly?"

"my arms, my neck.." he hums, pulling up your sleeve to check out what you told him. "also there are some on my fingers".

he bites into his inner cheek, much too close for the sake of your heart. he then glances up, examining your face through his glasses. "you haven't been getting any sleep" he snaps his fingers in your direction, letting go of you and turning back to his computer.

you respond with a dry chuckle, too tired to even try to add emotion. "and you know that how?"

"i can see it in your eyes, those dark circles aren't doing you justice" he sucks his teeth as he types out something. "what's your occupation?"

it isn't strange that he's curious, just answer the question.

you shake your head, mind all over the place. "i work in graphic design".

"ohhh" he doesn't exactly seem surprised. "freelance?"

you nod.

his eyebrows join together. "how does an editing job have you so tired?"

you let out a breath, too exhausted to allow a laugh. "it's a twenty four hour thing, if i'm awake at all times i function better".

"you're barely functioning now".

"well you're a doctor, you always tell people the obvious" you sigh, closing your eyes to try and recollect the many hours of sleep you lost. "i'm sure you aren't any better than me.."

"i'd be inclined to disagree".

you open one eye, staring at the pretty doctor who types away on his computer, catching you in his peripheral vision. (eyes you don't notice due to your lethargy making you less disposed to).

"when was the last time you slept?"

your throat goes dry, your senses reduced to the clear fatigue. you could simply lie, how would he even know? there's no way dr. qian is a psychic, that would be freaky, you're sure it would be nightmarish if that were the case.

there's an indecipherable glimmer in his eye, one that would scare you in regular circumstances where you were fully awake. it's as if he knows you're going to lie, your attempt at fib crawls down your throat before it can even escape your lips. "five days ago".

his reaction is serene, much too calm for your situation. "five days ago.. and how many hours did you sleep?"

your brain is foggy, you almost blurt the number 'six', but that's simply your default response when people ask. why would you ever lie to a doctor?..and the cute doctor especially?

you pause at the wave of your thoughts. what do you mean he's cute?

it's simply common sense, y/n. don't you like smart guys?

you would probably attribute it to your terrible sleep deprivation if it weren't true. you can't deny that the man before you is simply so attractive it should be illegal, he's absolutely gorgeous, how can a regular doctor be so beautiful? you might fall over, not from your lack of sleep, but from the eyes of the man who stares with such care.

"like.. three?"

your voice scratches as you recall the last time you 'slept', he hums, clicking his pen as he notes the information down. he turns in his rolling chair, scooting closer to you. "you mind if i see your hands?"

you can't even put up a fight, you're just about to give into your own exhaustion. you put your hands out for him, and dr. qian takes your hands in his own, examining the rashes which litter your fingers. he's close, so close, you can admire each of his facial features with amazing certainty. everything about him is beautiful, his cheeks, his eyes, the curves of his lips, it's all beautiful, it should be a crime for such a man to exist.

"that's an issue.. have you taken medication for sleep before?" you shake your head, and his fingers slip from yours.

"alright.. i'm going to put you on doxylamine" he mumbles, getting back to noting down your state. you begin scratching at the rashes on your fingers, and he snaps: "don't scratch it".

you move your hands apart rather quickly, his tone of voice intimidating you enough that you pause. he's much too convincing.

he points at you. "tonight, and this next month onward, you sleep before nine o'clock every single day".

you uncharacteristically snicker. "do you sleep before nine o'clock every single day?"

he raises an eyebrow, amused by the question. "i'm the doctor, i know best".

"of course".

"you'll end up dead if you keep going at this rate, take your medication, sleep before nine every day, then check back in with me next month".

"if i'm not available, can i reschedule?"

the question is simply meant to be comedic, you're just about to pass out, trying to sneak in a last minute joke before having to leave the office of the cute doctor. he leans his arm against the desk, smiling at you. "don't reschedule, i want to see you".

and you clearly weren't expecting those words, because your cheeks flare up.

see y/n? you do like smart guys.

[zenixstime]

LN4 \ LANDO

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Choir x Jock ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

Jock. That’s what Lando is. The Stereotypical, football player; cheerleading lover, nerd hating bully, Jock. Or, that’s what everyone thought.

You walk into your Choir Class as usual, always after 6th period P.E, surprisingly, not sweating, or stinking. Not like most people can relate.

You look around and see your usual classmates, the nerdy, bullied, classmates. You used to be embarrassed by them, embarrassed that you even knew them. You got over it by Junior year, you didn’t care that you fit in, you just wanted to have fun. You walk over to your usual section, Soprano. You like to think you’re pretty talented, that you’re good enough to be in advanced choir, which you have to audition for.

You grab your seat that’s stacked up on top of other chairs, setting it in your usual spot, and throwing your bag into the corner of the room. Sitting down in the chair, you check your phone for the time.

‘God, I wish this class started already.’ Thinking to yourself, wanting to get it over with. You enjoy singing, just not after doing Physical Activity.

Your friends sit next to you, though you don’t talk or interact with them, just listening in on the conversation and waiting for class to start.

Everyone’s already sat down, which is why you’re confused to see the class door open. ‘Is it Mr. Rodrigo?’ You think, but; you just saw him in the practice rooms, that don’t block sound very well. Squinting your eyes, since you don’t have the best vision, you see him. Lando. THE Lando Norris, walking into Choir. Your eyes widen ever so slightly, you look confused.

Turning over to your friends, you ask them “What is he doing here? I thought he had like, I don’t know, football or something.” Your tone raised just a bit, sounding confused as ever.

Lando walks over to Mr. Rodrigo and they exchange a few whispers, before he walks over to the guys section.

You and your friends exchange a few words before you focus on Mr. Rodrigo, as class is starting. You all start working on the song you’re going to perform at a concert for Halloween called ‘Fix You’ by Coldplay.

After class is done, you grab your bag and walk out, accidentally bumping into Lando. You squeeze your eyes and purse your lips together before relaxing your face and turning to him. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

He looks down at you, his eyes not showing a hint of anger or frustration, if you look closely, it kind of looks like he’s.. smiling?

“It’s okay, just don’t do it next time.” He said, his British accent ringing through your ears like you’re hitting the triangle instrument. He walks off, his bag slinging over his left shoulder and the rest of it hanging down.

You look as confused as ever, muttering “what the fuck?” to yourself. You start walking out of class, not even thinking about it.

(Time skip because I don’t know what to say AHH I’m so sorry I know this is unprofessional 😓💔)

You’re laying in your bed, your room messy since you were having a breakdown this morning about not having the right clothes to wear. Scrolling through your phone, you get a notification on Instagram.

‘Landonorris has requested to follow you’

You raise an eyebrow in confusion, you accept the follow request and follow him back. Of course his account is public. You scroll through his account, looking at his photos. Football.. football.. family.. football.. family.. vacation.. typical.

You instantly get a messaged from him, you open it and see what it says.

’‘Hey:)’‘

You panic instantly, not knowing what to say. Lando is talking to YOU. You frantically try and figure something out to say.

’‘Hey?’‘ You curse yourself silently, thinking the message sounded WAY too rude. Can’t take it back, though.

’‘What’re you doing?’‘ He messaged, his bubble popping up almost instantly after you sent your message.

’‘Oh uhm, nothing. Just chilling in bed.., how about you?’‘ Was that too much information? FUCK.

’‘Oh, me too! I was just wondering if you had the link to the song we’ll be singing?’‘

’‘I do. Here. *Link*’‘ You send the link and figure he won’t say anything after that.

’‘Thank you, cutie. ;) ’‘

“CUTIE?! CUTTIEEEE?!! AM I DREAMING? WHATEVER. SHIT I left him on seen. He won’t think anything of it, right? He didn’t mean anything by it.. what the fuck.. I’m going to bed.”

You put your phone on your nightstand and charge it, putting on your alarm and closing your eyes, soon enough falling asleep.

(PART 2??)

[thera-daydreams]

GUYS, I'M GOING FREAKING INSANE.

DO YOU SEE THE VISION TOO?!

That idea I had from this post 10 days ago...

I reeeeally wanna write it but I'm supposed to be reviewing! 😭

SCARLET & SHADOW

THE TITLE IN MY HEAD. AND THESE PICTURES TOGETHER.

They're just—ugh, so damn perfect!

And what if the synopsis was:

"No more magic." You swore to yourself after the madness that you'd spiraled into; the chaos you'd wrecked upon the Multiverse under the influence of the Darkhold. Now, you had destroyed the Darkhold in every universe. The last universe that had a Darkhold? Done and safe. Book of the Damned, gone. It was a land with no heroes, gods, or sorcerers... just... normal people and... Grisha? Either way, goodbye Chaos Magic, telekinesis, telepathy, and all that corruption. This would be your atonement. Your repentance for your mortal sins. But when you save and bring three orphaned Grisha children to the Little Palace, working as an otkazat'sya gardener to keep an eye on them, it turns out that a certain shadow summoner begins to have his eye on you, instead.

I CANNOT WITH THIS DARKLING X SCARLETWITCH!READER BRAINROT. 💔

I don't know, guys, should I venture into this idea in the future? I haven't even finished my JJK fic yet! I need braincells and help and support! 😵‍💫

(And y'know, gardener!reader would be so cute! Reminds me of Lizzie's old IG videos. 🥺)

EDIT: OK FINE I DID WRITE IT.

[savannahsdeath]

DEALER!ELLIE X READER

♯ten dollars worth

mdni please<3

summary: you met ellie in quite unusual circumstances, so she offers you a free joint to calm down, thats totally not from her personal stash

warnings: 18+!! weed, alcohol, assault, catcalling ? a little of blood / wound, bad writing

writers note: this is really old and bad like seriously . also im left on delivered really not cool😓💔

You never were a fan of walking home after sunset. You had to follow your intuition because in the dim light of moon you could barely see where you are.

Eventually, after a few months of stress, something had to happen. And here you were, surrounded by a few boys your age. You had a few shots - you weren't drunk, but definitely not... completely aware of what's happening. You decided it's an excellent idea to talk back.

They exchanged glances as you challenged them, as if communicating telepathically. You could feel something shift in the air, tension rising, despite their lack of visible anger. What exactly you said to provoke them, you couldn't remember.

Suddenly, in a flash of movement, one of them grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face them. Your vision was blurred as everything happened too fast. He pressed a cold object against your forehead. The other boys smiled.

"What do you think it is?" He asked calmly, as you struggled to focus your eyes.

In your state of mild intoxication, your vision and balance began to fail you. You closed your eyes tighter, hoping the world would stop spinning. You leaned heavily on the boy holding you in place, and he laughed coldly.

"She's drunk." He announced to the others.

You felt yourself begin to slide to the floor, but he held you up. You tried to break free but could barely stand, not only because of the alcohol, but all the sensations.

Another boy chuckled, as if he just told them a hilarious joke. The one holding your arm tightened his grip, as the second one moved behind you. They were whispering to eachother.

"What should we do with her?" He asked, snickering to himself.

"A drunk girl alone at night? Hmm. There's millions things we could do." His friend replied, his voice low and menacing.

You hestitated for a moment but decided to say something. "Let me go." You spoke carefully.

You heard their cruel laughter, the way they looked at you like a helpless animal.

"Not going to happen, sweetheart." The boy holding you replied. He grabbed you by the hair, tugging your head back, causing your neck to arch uncomfortably. Just then, you could feel something cold on your throat. "That's up to us. That pretty little mouth of yours has gotten itself into a bit of trouble." He added, his voice low and predatory.

You struggled to free yourself, but he was stronger than you expected. You let yourself be pulled close to the boy who first spoke.

"Now don't go struggling so much, cutie." He whispered. "You'll ruin your makeup, and that just won't do."

And then, one more person came. She, because it was a female (even though she looked masculine and it wasn't so obvious at first, when your vision was still fuzzy), seemed to surprise even your attackers.

"What are you guys doing?" She scoffed, smoke blew out of her mouth as she spoke.

The grip on your body loosened. "Oh, look who missed us. Hey, Williams." The boy ignored her question, clearly knowing the girl.

The girl's presence stunned the boys into momentary submission. They quickly regained their composure, exchanging a look with eachother before turning back to you.

"I was just about to teach this little one a lesson." The first boy replied. "Can't have her walking the streets, alone and drunk, while she's all dressed up. She needs to be taught humility."

The second boy smirked. "You need to be careful, sweetie." He said, squeezing your shoulder. "There are creeps like us out there, and-"

"Shut the fuck up." You hissed, cutting him off as the female's presence made you finally able to speak up. "Let me go, damnit!"

They backed up at your outburst, clearly surprised. They exchanged glances with eachother, as if unsure about who should react. The first boy spoke up first, with a sneer.

"Oh, she can talk again." He scoffed, as the second boy laughed. He leaned in close to you, his voice low.

"What did you say, whore?" He grinned, his tone cold and menacing.

'Williams' rolled her eyes and came right in front of you. "So, I get you don't know them." She looked at you before turning her attention to your attackers. She extended her hand in a 'come here' gesture. "Give me her."

Someone pushed you slightly backwards, out of her reach.

"Fucking sadists." You murmured, hoping the girl will find a way to convince them somehow.

She quickly took a little bag from her backpack and tossed it to one of them. It was too dark to see what it is, but you could guess - weed.

The second boy caught the bag and opened it, peering inside, before a smile spread across his face. He shared a look with the first boy.

"I think she's good." He spoke up, as the first boy nodded. They released your hands, looking to the girl.

"You're the boss, Williams, you're always the boss." One of them muttered.

The boys turned to head back the way they came, as 'Williams' stood there, looking at you. Her expression remained stern and unforgiving.

"You should get someone to walk you home next time." She said, her tone neutral.

Behind her, the boys' laughter could be heard as they walked away.

"I don't need a bodyguard." You huffed, but deep down you felt a lot of sympathy for the girl. She may be weird - having weed in her backpack and knowing those disgusting boys, but she probably saved you, after all.

She watched you for a moment, as if debating whether to say more. She turned to leave, but stopped.

"Your makeup is smudged." She said, her tone remained neutral.

She stepped towards you and brushed her fingers across your face, using her thumb to wipe away some smudged makeup under your eye.

She pulled her hands away, inspecting your features. "Jesus, you poor thing. Wait, you have a cut on your neck." She noted, before pulling a tissue out of her pocket.

Then, she gently pressed a tissue to the cut on your neck, as the light from the street lamp illuminated your face. She looked to you, her expression concerned, as you felt your heartbeat quicken in your chest.

"Does it hurt?" Her tone turned to a more soft and caring one.

You didn't answer, too surprised by the sudden change of her appearance.

She took your hands, inspecting the red, fresh bruises on your wrists, as if noticing them for the first time.

"You don't have anyone, do you?"

There was silence for a moment, as the two of you stared at eachother. Suddenly, the girl's expression changed, an idea occurring to her.

"Come on." She said abruptly, her voice firm, as she reached for your hand. "I've got somewhere you can crash at." She pulled you forward, walking down the dark street. "You can fix yourself up back at my place."

You allowed yourself to be led forward, following behind her as she walked. At first, you felt uneasy about trusting a stranger. You never met this girl, yet here you were, following her into the night.

As you walked, she glanced back at you periodically, as if making sure you were alright. Sometimes she'd ask some questions, like your name, age, or just tried to build a conversation. You found out her name is Ellie and she knows the boys because of her weed business.

After a while, the two of you arrived at a small, unassuming apartment.

"Ladies first." She smirked, as she unlocked the door with a small key. She beckoned for you to walk inside.

You stepped in, as Ellie shut the door behind you. The apartment was dark, but you could tell it was spacious. The layout was open, with everything on the same floor, including the living area, kitchen, and a set of stairs that led to the upper floor.

She sighed, removing her shoes, as she sat down on the couch in the living area. She reached into her backpack, pulling out a joint. Taking it apart, she began to roll it back, more neatly.

You remained silent, feeling uneasy and out-of-place. You had no idea what to expect from this girl, and had no choice but to trust her, considering your situation.

She looked at you, noticing your expression. "Relax, doll. You're safer here than you were out on the street. You smoke?" She asked, her tone remained neutral.

You sat down on a chair nearby, as Ellie lit the joint, taking a few long drags. She held her breath for a moment, before breathing out a plume of smoke. You didn't manage to answer before she passed it to you.

"Just to settle your nerves." She explained. "I'm not about to hurt you. Or do anything to you."

You took the joint, taking a tentative puff, as the strong smell of pot filled the room. Almost immediately, a feeling of calm washed over you, as your muscles relaxed and your mind cleared.

You watched Ellie smoke, her eyes closed as she breathed in the smoke deeply. There was something oddly calming about her, as if her presence was enough to put you at ease.

"How often do you walk around like that?" She asked after a few moments of passing the joint back and forth.

You took another puff, letting the smoke fill your lungs. For a moment, you felt a bit light-headed as the drug began taking its effect. You glanced at Ellie, who had her eyes closed, smoking with one hand while she cleaned up the table with the other.

"Often enough." You said, and she nodded, as if understanding something.

"You're lucky I ran into you." She smirked, exhaling some smoke. She looked over at you directly, her eyes searching.

She took a long drag, and held the smoke deep in her lungs before slowly letting it out. You noticed her eyes barely left you. She sat there, in silence, observing you, as you both passed the joint between each other.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, she spoke up again.

"Why do you do it?" She asked, as she took another drag. "Walk alone at night after a few drinks. You live in a city like this. It's dangerous, no?" She shook her head, seeming puzzled.

You took a long drag on the joint, as you considered her question. It wasn't something you often thought about, but the more you thought, the more confused you became.

"I think-" you started before stopping. "I'm not sure, actually." You admitted with a sigh. "Maybe I just like being alone, or something."

She nodded, as if to accept your answer.

"I don't think you do, though." She said, still observing you.

You passed the joint back to her, thinking about her question. It wasn't your nature to question your own actions, or why you did things. It was rare that you could even make sense of your own thoughts, let alone explain them to someone else.

But Ellie had her doubts. She was perceptive, and you didn't know what to make of it. The more time you spent in her company, the more her eyes searched you.

"What makes you say that?" You asked, curious.

Ellie took a moment to respond. She leaned back into the couch, taking a drag of the blunt.

"Your makeup." She shrugged, like it was obvious. "It looks like it's been done to impress someone."

Her tone was neutral, as if it was a simple observation. To her, that's what makeup was for. You, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable by how accurate she was.

You felt yourself flush as Ellie spoke. Your makeup was an attempt at impressing someone. Not someone specific, really, but someone. Anyone. You wanted people to notice you.

"You have me figured out, huh?" You said, with a slight laugh.

"It's only obvious, if you take the time to look." She took another drag of the joint, watching you intently as the smoke filled her lungs.

She stood up and disappeared in a bathroom for a few seconds, before coming back with something to disinfect the little wound on your neck you already forgot about. Ellie's action took you aback. Here she was, a stranger smoking weed with you in the middle of the night, yet she was still offering you little gestures of concern.

She returned to the living area, with cotton swabs and disinfectant. She placed the swabs on a small table next to the couch, then knelt beside you, as you sat on the armchair.

Her eyes studied you as she cleaned the wound on your neck, being extra careful not to touch the surrounding area more than necessary. After a few moments, she removed her hands and sat back on the couch, her eyes never leaving you.

"Better?" She asked, her voice soft and calm as ever.

You nodded. The small wound on your neck hadn't bothered you much, but having it taken care of was pleasant. She've even been gentle and careful about it. She was still in your presence, sitting on the couch, watching you with steady, unmoving eyes.

"Thank you." You said, still feeling the warmth of the joint in your body.

You spent a lot of time just talking, realizing you got a lot in common and even if not, you respected each others differences.

You cleared your throat, feeling that you should probably be home now. You'd been with Ellie for some time, and the late hour coupled with the effects of the joint had you feeling slightly disoriented.

"I probably should be going... I need to get some sleep." You said, your tone apologetic as you cleared your throat again.

"Yeah, I suppose you probably should." She replied, as she stood back up. "Need any help to get home?" She raised an eyebrow, looking at you intently.

Hers eyebrow remained raised as she waited for your reply. You felt uneasy, not sure how to respond.

The joint had left you mildly disoriented, the late hour taking its toll as well. You were also still unfamiliar with her intentions, despite having spent two hours in her company.

"Actually, can I take the offer?" You replied, hesitantly. "I'd love some company walking home."

Ellie looked at you for a moment longer before nodding, with a slight smile. You could tell she expected and wanted you to say that.

"You didn't bring a jacket?" She asked, an expression of mild concern on her face. You shook your head, unsure of what to say.

"Alright, give me a minute." She said, as she walked to her bedroom. She returned a few moments later, a hoodie in her hands. "Take this, it's cold outside." She instructed, as she handed it to you. You took the thick-looking hoodie, pulling it on, as Williams looked you over.

She smirked as she watched you pull it on, the sleeves reaching down to just under the ends of your fingers.

It was nearly midnight as the two of you stepped outside her apartment, walking down the silent street. She was on higher alert than ever, constantly scanning her surroundings as the two of you walked. Her eyes didn't leave the darkness, but every now and then, she'd sneak a quick glance at you.

You headed towards a quiet part of town.

You reached your house, standing on the sidewalk. The effects of the joint had worn off, and your exhaustion suddenly hit you full force.

"Thank you." You said to Ellie, not sure what else to say. "Will you be fine, though?" You added. "You know, going all the way back, alone."

Ellie's expression remained neutral, as if she was used to walking home alone, even at the late hour.

"I'll be fine." She reassuringly smiled at you. "Go get some rest, you look tired."

She took a step towards you, as if about to lean in and hug you. After a moment's hesitation, she leaned forwards and did so, pushing a small bag into your hand before pulling away.

She turned around and started heading off in the other direction. "Sleep well!"

You watched her until she was out of view. Then, you headed inside.

Of course her little gift was weed but that was just an excuse to leave you a message. With a black marker she wrote her number and a note under it - 'if you'll ever need someone to walk you home again'. She must do it while going into the bedroom, to take her hoodie.

Shit, her hoodie!

You looked down at the oversized but comfortable and warm cloth.

At least I have an excuse to text her, you thought.

And you knew she did it on purpose.

[f1shart]

all i wanted to do ALL I WANTED TO DO was make tank bear hug almeric in game. so i turned them into teens. then i wanted to turn the other housemates (aldric & stella) into teens...... THEN i thought hey. how about

lft if it was a boarding/high school and all the students were really cute and dorky teens. i guess. (long post) help me

* some pics have alt texts

THE NERDS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

did not mean for these two to be so 80s revival x y2k but im not complaining at all

because it's a lot im cramming the rest of the students under a readmore ☠️💔

oh my fucking GOD hes so kawayi. need him rn

HELLO? WHO THE FUCK IS THIS GUY? that's not mickey that's mikey

i tried to plastic surgery him to fix his broken template while trying to make him look like a younger version of himself but im not used to sculpting in ts2 😬 might give him his stubble back but i still think hes a cutie patootie otherwise

🎧🎶 CAN U SEE THE VISION CLEARLY..... THE FRAT BOYS ARE THE PRIMARY COLORS ☝️🤓💛❤️💙 please. i thought i was really funny and clever for that one. please clap. i am writing this at 2am

MIGHT change jasmine's fit too (i'd rather her look more punk than goth) but i really like her emo hair.. like it's literally her normal spacebuns with emo bangs. isn't that amazing

UGH DID THEY HAVE TO MAKE TEENS' EYES SO HUGE 🥺🥺 DUDE. THEY'RE BABIES.

FINALLY: student housing (literally never play these guys i dont care much for them and it shows in their designs but i did think blossom's was really cute)

worst part about this is that they age back up when you reload the lot (to my understanding - cause im stupid and didnt move them from la fiesta) so i'd have to age them back down again and potentially rechoose all their outfits ☠️☠️ noo thank you..

this beautified LFT campus is by @katatty their builds are SO AWESOME honest to god i audibly gasped when i saw how pretty the dorms were esp the one i put student housing in

haven't hit the photo limit yet so bonus aesthetic picture!! <3

[catcze]

ooooh in that case, could i please be just strip poker anon? short and sweet. i've never been a regular anon before :D

now a question from me miss catte - what do you think mr wriothesley and mr neuvillette's tastes in lingerie are? 🤔

STRIP POKER ANON BABY IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT AGAIN ASDBNJHAS 💔💔💔💔 But yes !!! OMG !! I honorably give thee the title of 'strip poker anon' ♡ And tee hee ♡♡ Boy oh boy do i have thoughts for this 👀👀 Apologies in advanced if I'm nott super duper good w this one TT i have a whole vision in my head but im not the best at describing clothing HAHJSDBKAJS

16+ !! Suggestive content !!

「 CWS : 」 Did my best to not explicitly mention what kind of underwear reader uses (i.e I didn't mention if the reader uses a bra, panty, etc.) so that it's more universal and (hopefully) gender neutral !! Super suggestive content under the cut, but nothing explicit.

Okay, imo Neuvillette seems like a guy who would be into soft, lacy type of lingerie, you know? Satin, lace, sheer mesh, those types of things. Lingerie that floats around you like water when you move, just sheer enough that he gets a hint of your skin beneath the fabric, but still drapes around you like the wings of a butterfly. His taste would be less strappy and super-tight fabrics, i think, and more the kind of fabric that sits on your skin. The kind that allows him to push it off with a wave of his hand as he kisses his way down your body. The kind that pools beside your body like silk when he finally has you bare, the kind that shimmers as you glow under his gaze.

For Wriothesley, right off the bat, this guy is into that kinda shit. I talked before about how I think he's into thighs, and my goddd if this man sees you in sheer thigh highs + a garter belt and he sees the way that your thighs kinda,,, like,,, squish at the top of the thigh highs? if you know what i mean? then he is going to whole ass drool for you. The kind of lingerie he's into is the more racy kind, the ones that hug your body and make you look like a treat, all ready for him to eat up. He likes straps and garters, ones that he could pull taut and snap back against your skin, just to hear you yelp in surprise. The kind, also, that he doesn't have to necessarily remove as he's worshipping your body, if you get my drift.

[wowa-bublord]

hi again!!!!!!!! :3 :D

ok bubby please understand my vision here:

sephiroth.

our beautiful queen jeanne from bayonetta.

DO YOU GUYSJ HEAR ME. DO YOU GUYS SEE 💔💔💔💔💔

GUYS 💔💔💔💔💔💔

if sephiroth transitioned he'd turn into jeanne change my mind

THIS IS SSOOOOOOOO TRUEEE GET SEPHIROTH ON HRT AND MAKE HER RED AND YOU GET JEANNE

[fatuismooches]

HAHXHDHSHS FRAGILE!READER GAME PLAY HUT WHEN SHE THROWS A PUFFTORRE IT EXPLODES INTO CONFETTI 😭😭 (it was dottore's idea, you were very upset at this!!!)

ALSO JXHDKFHDKEHKCDHI 💥💥💥💥💥 THE THE.. IDEA I GOT... WHAT IFFFF dottore n fragile!reader are 2 characters as 1 unit? Like Clara n Svarog in HSR... Dottore is main dps while ur doing healing on one skill, which is using the Pufftorres/Foxttores JDHDKHDKEE IDK I JUST THINK IT'S SOOO CUTE n one idle is just them being silly together.... Hfjdekgrke dottore holding reader's cheek and reader gigglinh before he huffs and turns cuz u gotta fight and all!!! If reader gets hit n hp goes below like what, 40%? 50%? Immediately switches to dottore n he gets buffs cuz no body hurts his beloved and gets away with it!!! 😡😡😡 reader having favoritism with characters... Fatui and dottore almost getting huge number healing while others get almost none (esp the archons 💀) :33

ALSO VISIONLESS CHARACTERS!!! I need that too... Dottore with a vision is SOOO off putting

Also my voice lines. I'm OBSESSED... maybe... in game interactions when in battle together??? 💥💥💥💥💥💥I can't.... Officially my Roman Empire 💔😭

IM GOING INSANEEEE RAHHHH THIS IS SO FLIPPING CUTE I CANT- Not the confetti!! The poor Puffttores didn't consent to this!! 😭 BUT BEWJDE IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY... imagine you have a Treasure Hoarder or someone cowering in fear because you're playing around with the Puffttores in your hands menacingly... and you throw it at them ready to end the guy but!! Instead both of you are freaked out by the confetti floating everywhere! Dottore gets a very passionate rant from you later that day >:((

But like. Let's not forget about how many other possibilities there are. FRAGILE READER TEASER. It is mostly scenes of them and Zandik during the Akademiya. Except, current fragile reader is there in the background, forlornly watching their former self and Zandik's memories. With every new scene, fragile reader walks behind them, their gaze growing sadder and sadder the whole time, but they do not say a word. Until, it gets to a point where their former self starts to fade away, and in a panic they run after themselves, only to be met with nothingness. They have to accept that they'll no longer ever go back to their old self. (Kind of like Raiden's teaser)

DEMO. I imagine it's kind of like Furina's in a way. Because fragile reader's demo is all in their head/a dream. It begins deceptively happy at first, bright sunlight, joyful music, and smiles. They are finally doing the things they wanted, traveling to other nations, doing things that any normal person would do. Showing Foxttore the world too. The segments are there as well, bickering as usual while fragile reader looks on happily, interrupting them and pulling them to see all the sights the world has to offer. There are no worries, nothing bad happening at all... which makes it all the more unsettling. And at the end- fragile reader wakes up with a start, in complete and utter darkness. For it was all a dream.

COLLECTED MISCELLANY. Dainsleif introducing you, but surprise surprise! Dottore takes over instead to describe his beloved!! EBWDIEWB him explaining all of the silly moves you do with Foxttore and Puffttores... 😭 all with a straight tone. You guys are so married couple 😭

AND YESSSS BRO IM LOVING THEM BEING A 2 IN 1.... do NOT separate them!! In reality... Dottore doesn't really need your support skills (he's incredibly strong after all) but!! He doesn't have the heart when you're so excited to finally be near him... :( AND OH MY GOSH A SHARED IDLE WITH BOTH OF THEM... also consider: Dottore playfully ignoring reader by looking at his notes and clipboard... and you get all pouty until you snatch it out of his hands and he chuckles... ugh so many possibilities...

Immediately getting swapped out when you get too hurt 🥺 i was thinking that happens when you're about to take a killing hit but!! That's more accurate because he'd never let it reach that point! OKAY BUT ALSO REAL. I always thought it'd be cool if certain characters got special buffs based on their in-game relationship with others (like members of the Qixing, or the Knights, Lyney and Lynette etc) We love fragile reader doting on their fellow Fatuis and shitting on the Archons!! They can stay on life support for all you care!!

AND THE BATTLE INTERACTIONS- okay hear me out. For the 2 in 1 character, you get two different ultimates depending on who your active character is. If it's fragile reader, it starts with Dottore ready to do the job for you, but you valiantly put your arm out in front of him, because you wanna protect him!! He watches on with amusement as you assault the screen with tons of Puffttores :3 (they're unlimited) If Dottore is the one on the field, before he brutally annihilates the enemies, you give him a little kiss for good luck and jump around in the background cheering him on totally ignoring how those guys are completely dead!! :3

Okay and your death voice line too - "Zandik... save me..." <3

[jibanyans-chocobar]

kwazii and paani.. pleasw/nf

Sure anon!!! Here you go! Have a low-effort comic (kinda?) taken out from a incorrect quote-

"You just laid there for 15 minutes."

This honestly also fits the other way around but tbh I just wanted to draw Kwazii chilling on the floor.

ALSO. Kwazii and Paani both wear eyeliner and ponytails (or buns). Do you. Do you guys see my vision

This made me realize I've actually never drawn Paani before, I'm sorry if he looks bad 💔

[itzddsyanderefanacc]

💔Your Girlfriend???💔

"I can't believe he still wants me back after what he did to me!..he knows I'm not going to forgive him.."

HIII GUYS, ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I POSTED SUNNY DAY JACK FANART!!

this song made me think of Ian and DD, the song sort of being like..a way DD can deny him without saying no (she has a REALLY hard time saying no) but she can't see Ian without her vision being tainted due to the cheating.

meanwhile Ian has a major obsession with getting her back, too the point where he breaks into her house and won't take no for an answer.. (he knows she's to good for him) he will do anything to be with her again, he even convinced himself she's his soulmate.

also yes!! I did change my art style for sdj, I feel this one is a lot more nicer looking! lemme know what you guys think of it :3

I hope you all like it!!💗